Down by the Canal

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Stallion Seduction

"I don't know why you wanted to go out tonight... Down here, of all places?"

Simon grunted and snorted, the stallion huffing as he tossed his head, flipping his long, grey forelock out of his eyes. Logan had dragged him out after dinner, and rather a filling dinner at that, for a stroll down the canal. It was not actually all that far from Logan's place, it had to be said, but Simon had never been all that much of an outdoorsy colt or stallion. He was much more frequently found perched at the computer when he was not working, delving into different games and exploring new fandoms. At the very least, it took a lot to keep his attention.

Logan chuckled, holding a low hanging tree branch out of the way, even though Simon was a few inches shorter than him.

"The walk will do you good," he snorted, good humour dancing in his eyes. "You know that. Didn't the doctor advise more cardio?"

Simon grunted and grumbled, tail swishing behind him. Yeah, Logan was right, but that didn't mean one bit that the horse had to like it, no way. He was happy with his lifestyle the way it was and, honestly, he didn't eat too much junk anyway. He was almost vegetarian with the manner in which he preferred to eat, rarely consuming meat products. Some herbivores were like that though, their digestive systems still more finely tuned to digest plant products rather than meat, even though they were anthros and mostly able to. Logan, however, was known to devour a burger on frequent occasion.

Simon chose not to say anything back to that, tipping his chin up a little higher as he flicked his tail, striking Logan on his bare thigh. He had to admit, it was nice to see his boyfriend out in shorts - shorter than they needed to be, really, because Logan was just that bulky. His thighs were thick and clearly defined with muscle. Even though the draft horse tended to get a lot fluffier in winter with a thick coat of hair, it was still short in his summer garb, a little moulting away already in late August. Simon didn't really shed all that much of his coat, being a finer, lighter type of equine anthro.

He spared a moment, however, to glance appreciatively at Logan's calves and thighs, raking his gaze up the stallion's muscular body, beyond the dark brown hair, revealing a rich, deep bay coat. The brown of his hair was so rich that he could very nearly be classed as a liver chestnut, yet he still had that distinction between his mane and tail and his body, the black hair spilling down his chunky neck as if it was tempting the eye to follow it.

"Hmph..."

Simon shook himself. He couldn't get caught up in looking at his boyfriend like that, not when they were out in public. It was already evident just what an effect the bigger, stronger stallion had on him, as his sheath plumped out within his boxer briefs, swelling and thickening, trying to release his cock even then.

He walked ahead, his eyes tentatively on the water and a lazy canal boat chugging by them. They always seemed so slow... He didn't think that he would enjoy being on one all that much. Sure, it was a different way of seeing the English countryside, but he liked, at least, to be up and moving. Even if slowly...and walking...

Okay, so maybe being on a canal boat wouldn't have been as terrible as anything else, but Simon was just trying to distract himself with the lure that was his boyfriend. There was a little fleck of white on the stallion's shoulder, concealed by his loose vest top at that moment where the strap lay, but he knew it was there. Simon's lips had been on that spot only a short time ago, the night before, kissing and nipping and teasing until Logan pinned him down and fucked him in just the way he liked to be fucked.

Damn, he was horny... Simon resisted the urge to shiver, though his tail still tensed and clamped down. He only just resisted the urge to pin his ears back; the instinct to do so was buried so deeply that he often did it, and other little things like that, without even thinking twice about it.

Logan, of course, caught the look. The stallion pretended not to see, though he still gave a flirty swish of his tail, accidentally-on-purpose brushing it against the back of Simon's calves. Even though Simon was wearing his jeans, a little too tight and showing off his arse perfectly, the smaller stallion shivered.

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That's right, darling, he thought to himself, hiding his smirk by tilting his head away from his partner.You know what you want...

Logan, truly, was just there to facilitate it. After all, what need did he have to force the issue on anything? He was grateful that he could rest assured in the knowledge that Simon would always tell him if he didn't want to do something or if he wanted to stop. He needed to know that someone would always tell him if he went too far or gripped them too tightly, too concerned with his strength. Yet there had been some slip-ups in his younger days that, ultimately, Logan didn't want to repeat, not ever.

The grey stallion snorted and whuffled, the pink spot on his nose twitching as he grinned.

"So, now that you're done getting me out of the house," Simon quipped, a hand propped up on his hip, "are you going to tell me where you're taking me?"

Logan smiled more softly at that, his ears splaying out and then flicking forwards, pricking to attention. It was impossible for him not to pay attention to Simon.

"No, hon," he said, bumping his partner gently with his hip as he caught up to him. "That would take all the fun out of it."

Simon grunted.

"Jeez..."

It was good-natured, however, and Simon fell into stride along with Logan. Logan's legs were longer than Simon's, but he shortened his stride enough so that they were not walking too much out of sync. His hooves dug into the soft loam with every step, barefoot and not bothering with even the type of boots that equine anthros could most easily wear. But barefoot hooves were better at gripping, the bars on them running down alongside the frog, though there was a natural sense of being able to feel the ground through the hoof too.

Simon couldn't help but be glad that horseshoes had fallen out of fashion since they had started cutting up and scraping indoor floors, once anthros had evolved into a more civilised society, centuries back. In evolution came changes, even with society learning and evolving rather than in their physical bodies.

"You look like you're thinking very hard about something," Logan teased, pressing in close, bumping Simon with his shoulder, though he nudged him away from the water, towards the trees bordering the canal path. "What's on your mind?"

The stallion grinned widely in a flash of white teeth.

"Just about how sexy you'd look in a pair of shiny horseshoes. They'd have to be clip-on ones though, we're not nailing anything into your hooves."

Logan chuffed a laugh, his nostrils fluttering.

"Why not? It won't hurt."

"But it'd affect your gait, how you walk and all that," Simon added, waving his hand dismissively, though Logan seemed to be very close to him all of a sudden. "I don't want to hurt you, it was a silly thought."

"I know, I know, I was just teasing," Logan made a point of saying, even though it was all still light-hearted banter between them. "But I'd wear a pair of sexy boots or clip-on shoes any day for you, you should know that."

"Mm, I do like that thought..."

The colt hesitated for a moment, halfway through his stride. It was only a breath of a moment, no more than that, but it was enough, more than enough for Logan to slide his hand around him, his hot breath on Simon's neck. Squeaking, Simon half-turned to Logan, but the bigger stud was too quick for him, bearing him back under the branches. Simon grunted as a scratchy, short branch caught at his T-shirt, though the bite and the scrape of pressure was short-lived as a warm hand pressed over his crotch.

And then Simon stopped thinking - clearly, at least. Logan pressed his hand, rolling from the heel of his hand to his fingers and back again, over his crotch, teasing and changing the amount of pressure that he used. He gripped the base of Simon's sheath, teasing and sliding his fingers up to where the swelling pressure of the stallion's cock flowed up, trying to find release and somewhere to escape to.

"What - Logan?" Simon all but yelped, stifling his cry just in time. "What are you doing? Logan!"

But the stallion was not to be forced away so easily, not when Simon was pressing himself into him, as if by shoving Logan backwards, rather ineffectively, he was going to stop the stallion from groping his rising hard-on in public. Well, it wasn't really "in public" per se, not when there was no one else around, though Simon was all too aware that it hadn't been all that long since the canal boat had passed them.

"Why?" Logan teased, though he released the pressure on Simon's crotch, the grey colt grunted and shuddering in place, holding back the urge to thrust his hips up into his boyfriend's grip. "Tell me if you want me to stop. I won't go any further until you tell me, I won't push."

Simon's head spun. It was hard to think straight when it felt like every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his crotch. The stallion panted, puffing in and out quick breaths through his nostrils, lips pressed together, though his muzzle still twitched a little, his nerves on fire.

"Mmph..." Simon shook his head, eyes half-closed, his hands somehow weakly up against his boyfriend's chest. "I didn't... I don't want to stop..."

It was hard to say the words aloud and yet it was imperative that he did, that he got them all out, one way or the other. He didn't want, after all, anything to be misconstrued, not when things had been going as well between them as they had been. No one had been taught explicitly to communicate well and that had been something that they had both tried to improve and get a grip on early in their relationship.

So, things had to be clear, even though there was heat in his cheeks and his loins, swelling and thickening, his cock rising attentively into the tantalising press of Logan's hand. It could have been nothing at all, just a tease for something more, yet he needed it, ached for it, moaning desperately as he failed to stifle his cries of delight.

"Ooh... Mmph!"

"You're a vocal little colt this evening, aren't you?"

Simon squirmed. It had all happened so quickly! And yet he didn't want things to come to a halt, no, not at all. He wanted to play out everything, to see just where things were going to go, lusting for something that was spiralling well out of his control and into the control of another. He licked his lips, ears twitching, trying to retain control over himself... However, it just wasn't happening. It was not intended to happen, no, not in any way. But it was and his heart sung for it, a long, low groan parting his lips all over again.

And Logan was right there for them both, making sure that everything was alright. He dropped a tender kiss on Simon's forehead, nuzzling in close, and the colt whined, folding right into Logan's arms. After all, it was right where he belonged.

"There's a good pony..."

Simon shuddered. Oh, that hit all the right notes inside him. Especially as Logan tugged at his jeans, so tight, showing off his arse and thighs, yet freeing his sheath and swelling erection, nonetheless.

"You..." He struggled to breathe, let alone to talk, huffing and panting heavily. "You... What if someone comes by? What if they see?"

He didn't know if anyone was actually going to come by and catch them in the act, but it didn't really matter. He was too far gone anyway, knowing exactly what he wanted as he gulped and groaned, leaning in heavily against Logan. The stallion supported him, tucking him in amongst the branches and leaves, all so he didn't have to keep himself held up.

"No one will see," Logan said, reassuring him even as he hushed him. "Don't worry... I've got to take care of you when you're this needy, you know..."

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