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After a heart-stopping moment of anxiety, he heard the latch on the other side of the door. It swung inward a bit, and Geskin peered around the door. He looked as if he were standing behind it, and leaning over so only his head would be visible.

"Great! You're here! Come inside," he said, perhaps a little louder than Jerec would have liked. He glanced down the hall to either side as Geskin disappeared behind the door. It opened wider, and he stepped inside.

Geskin must have re-arranged his room since Jerec saw it last. Boxes and bookshelves had been shoved against walls, the floor was clean (that, he guessed, must be for the first time), and a queen-sized bed occupied a good portion of one end of the room. The blinds were down on the windows, and a couple of second-hand looking lamps lit the space. Somewhere, a set of speakers was quietly playing something slow, but not too sappy.

Lucile and Geskin had been standing behind the door. As Jerec turned around, he realized they were both completely nude. He couldn't help but notice that they weren't exactly as he'd pictured them. Geskin's waist was narrower, his cream-colored belly fur covered his throat, chest, and stomach, broken only by a pair of dark brown nipples, and the faint outline of muscles. The coloring flooded onto his crotch and inner thighs as well. His sac and sheath were larger than he'd imagined. Lucile showed more tone in her abs than he had expected, and the bright pink nipples on each of her breasts were matched by two more pairs below, a trait of her rabbit side. Instantly Jerec's impressions of how it would feel to have her flesh pressed against his were . . . improved.

Geskin closed the door, and began to cross the room, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Do you want something to drink? We've got a couple of beers, and there's some whisky left from -"

"Water would be good. My mouth's gone a little dry. You two have, um, already started?" Jerec watched the stag pace over to the sink on the other side of the room, his stubby tail swaying gently with each step, revealing that the white fur on his belly and thighs extended up the inner sides of his haunches and the underside of his tail.

"We just thought," explained Lucile, in a reassuring tone, "that we see you this way all the time, and we figured we might start by . . . reciprocating."

As Jerec craned his neck to face Lucile, he found his eyes drawn to the matching islands of bright pink flesh in her pure white fur: first her nose, then her lips, her rows of nipples, one on each breast, and four below, and then down to her slit. The white fur that coated her mound was as bright as the rest of her, but seemed longer and perhaps ever so slightly courser. Her lower lips were showing the faintest sign of arousal, just a little damp.

Lucile caught his stare. "It's alright." She moved closer, each step swaying her hips back and forth, bouncing her breasts just a bit. "It's part of the point, isn't it?"

While Jerec was still formulating a reply, his eyes sweeping up and down her figure, Geskin returned, holding a mug of cold water, and a straw. When Jerec noticed the outstretched hand, he muttered a "Thank you," and drank quickly. The straw was clearly designed for someone with a much smaller mouth, but not nearly so annoying as holding a cup with a hoof. The cool water made him a little less ill at ease.

When he had finished, and Geskin reached to put down the mug, he noticed that the pattern of white spots on the back of the stag's neck ran all the way down his back, and down the outside of both thighs. He found his gaze following Geskin's curves. As he turned back, Jerec found himself staring at the buck's sac, like a pair of fluffy white kiwis tight against his body. It could have been embarrassment, or just the cool breeze of his unaccustomed nudity. His sheath was engorged as well, a pink tip just barely beginning to show itself.

The silence was starting to make Jerec uncomfortable. "Well, um, what do we, uh, do now?"

"Well," hazarded Geskin, "the idea was that we'd just . . . enjoy ourselves, and each other . . . see where our urges take us." He began to pad slowly down Jerec's left side, his right hand running down the full length of the horse's jet black mane, while his left ran over his flank. Jerec was glad he had showered and gone through the affair of combing his coat before arriving. It was sleek, and even had a bit of a warm chestnut shine.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" Lucile's voice was soft and comforting. She stepped in front of him and reached out to massage the backs of his ears, and the ridges over his eyes.

"Nothing . . . quite like this . . ." the horse looked up at her from beneath her gentle paws. "This would be my . . . um . . . my first." He blushed furiously under his fur.

"Well, don't worry." She lifted his chin slowly, and hugged his strong, muscular neck, his head over her shoulder. Geskin, having walked full circle around him, joined the embrace, wrapping his arms around Jerec from the other side. "Like I said, we'll be slow, and gentle," she whispered.

As her arms released, he began to bring his head down the side of her body, feeling the curve of her cheek, her shoulder, her hips and legs along the length of his muzzle, his nose and lips feeling the fine, fluffy softness of her fur, taking in her faint, lovely scent.

Geskin's paws slid from Jerec's neck, over his shoulder, and all the way down one of his forelegs as the stag crouched to reach one of the horse's hooves. "Would you like some help slipping out of these?"

It hadn't really crossed Jerec's mind, before. He always put them on in the morning and took them off at night. Of course, he could do it himself, but . . .

"That . . . would be very nice." He turned his neck to bring his gaze to Geskin's, and ran his muzzle along the buck's. This brought Jerec's nose halfway down Geskin's side, and his musky scent was evident.

As Lucile and Geskin undid the straps that bound Jerec's hooves to the tools he needed to function in most of society, each started with one of his fore hooves, then his rear, he found himself feeling vulnerable. For the first time, he really was naked in front of them. It was a little bit worrying, but also tremendously exciting. After all, they had already done the same for him. A shiver ran down his body, causing a wave of subtle twitches from his nose, down his mane, all the way to his tail. As he watched them reveal the white fur around each of his ankles, fumbling with each hoof, he realized something else: all three of them were becoming increasingly aroused.

Lucile's breasts were larger and firmer, all six of the bunny's nipples hardened, her lower lips fuller and wetter. Geskin's cock was not yet fully hardened, but it had extended a good eight inches from his sheath, its pale pink length tapered gently all the way from its base to its relatively small glans, lolling gently to one side. Jerec himself felt his member again starting to lengthen, and as he peered between his legs to observe the other two, found himself facing his own tip, the preputial ring in the middle of his cock already free of his sheath.

Lucile and Geskin got the final straps free, setting aside the attachments meant for less . . . animal pursuits. Jerec could feel their hands placed gently against his ankles, their fingers sliding slowly up his hind legs. They shared a glance of anticipation before noticing the horse craning his neck to see. The stag's hands slid to the outer and inner sides of one thigh, massaging and ruffling his coat. The bunny moved more slowly, just the tips of her fingers bushing upwards towards his belly. The stallion's heart was racing. He wanted this, but it seemed too fast, too . . . good.

"Do we need, um . . . protection?" He blurted out, at first loud, but fading instantly to a whisper as he realized he had not meant to ruin the moment. How could he have been so crass? Had a hundred and one public service announcements taken control of him? Was he just too nervous?

"Don't worry," Geskin stroked his flank soothingly, "Lucile and I got tested before we . . . "

"And you're, um, new," Lucile chimed in, helpfully, her paws momentarily frozen in their tantalizingly slow progress toward his waiting member, "and I'm, well, not having kits any time soon." She chuckled.

Jerec felt his skin flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -"

"There's nothing to worry about." One of Geskin's warm, leathery hands moved to the horse's tail, his fingers running gently through the long, loose strands. "We're just here to enjoy ourselves." His voice was friendly and reassuring, a little enticing.

Almost on cue, Lucile's paws resumed, her fingertips almost tickling his belly as they slid oh-so-lightly against the grain of his coat, wrapping at last around his sheath. By this time the stallion was fully aroused, his shaft a full four and a half inches wide, with a broad, flat, flare fully six inches across at the end of his two and a half foot length. Already a thin dribble of pre was showing at his tip. The bunny's paws wrapped around his sheath, sliding it in short, slow oscillations up and down along the base of his cock.

Geskin's fingers worked the muscles of Jerec's croup, from the base of his tail along his spine, spreading out until they found the points of his hips, where the front of his hind legs joined his back. As he reached forward, his chest pressing against the horse's tail and rump.

A cold rabbit nose pressed against the underside the the stallion's pink, black-speckled length. Each hot blast she exhaled was followed by a long, lingering intake of air as she took in as much of the horse's powerful musk as she could, the smell of his arousal driving her own. She lashed out with her tongue, tasting the hot flesh, coating its underside with saliva, working her way from sheath to flare.

The stag's hands worked the muscles of Jerec's calves, slowly moving back to his haunches. Still pressing against the horse with his chest, the buck massaged the large muscles between his fingers, making his way slowly downward toward the horse's waiting sac.

Jerec had never been touched like this before. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet he realized that he trusted them, even with the most intimate parts of his body. It felt new, but it was right. He found himself moaning in appreciation, a long nickering sigh of comfort and contentedness, even anticipation.

From her position kneeling under the stallion, the bunny's paws reached out to grasp the stag's cock. Her fingertips danced up and down his length, stoping to grasp at his glans or cradle his sac before giving his fuzzy orbs a quick squeeze. Not wanting the attention to stop, the buck knelt to follow her as she backed along the horse's length.

The stallion's sac hung before the stag's nose. He stroked it gently with his hands, scritching at the short, black fur before smoothing it out again. He cradled each in a hand, lifting them alternately, rolling them back and forth, pressing them against the horse's crotch before lowering them again. He was nearly drooling with anticipation. He lashed out with his tongue, its long, narrow, sandpapery surface, slickened with saliva, slid over the course fur on the rear of the horse's sac. He could taste the musk and sweat. Lapping again and again at the underside of each orb, he lifted them with his tongue, trying to roll as much of the grapefruit-sized balls as he could into his mouth. He sucked at each of them with his lips before placing his muzzle between them and lifting them onto his face, inhaling the strong scent of the stallion.

As the kneeling rabbit backed her way to the horse's flare, the buck drawn behind by her grasping paws, she lifted a paw to rest on the top of the stallion's cock. Sliding her soft, furless pink palm up and down along its length, she drew the six-inch flare to her mouth, planting a lingering kiss at its center whilst caressing the flare's round brim and back.

Geskin drew close to her, his chest and pulsing erection, glistening with a steady dribble of pre, pressed against her belly, her breasts and nipples. He lashed out again with his tongue, this time ministering to the underside of the tip of the stallion's cock with long, wet swipes at his glans.

Using both paws now, Lucile carefully began to press the horse's flare into her mouth, it's soft, yielding brim folding into the tight, wet, warm space. She pushed back at the lapping buck, both against his chest and his tongue as she brought a couple of inches of the stallion's length past her lips, her own tongue caressing its sensitive underside. Although Jerec could not see, she brought her paws down, frantically grabbing at the stag's rump and balls, pulling him against her, lifting his tail, and squeezing his sac.

The sudden and intense pleasurable attention to his tip had Jerec's face a mask of concentration. His eyes clamped shut, and he feared it would all be over too soon. His hips desperately wanted to buck, but he dare not for fear of hurting the angel-white bunny. "Whoahohoho" he gasped, leaning slowly backward.

Lucile pulled off his cock. The sudden rush of blood as his flare unfolded and the feeling of cold air against his wet, sensitive flesh made Jerec gasp. Lucile gave Geskin a momentary stare, glancing at the stallion's throbbing member.

As wet tongue ministrations resumed near the base of his length, and fingertips again massaged his furry orbs, Jerec was momentarily surprised to see Lucile step forward from beside him. His eyes followed her puffball tail, perched atop her perfect heard-shaped rump, swaying with each step as she padded toward the bed. She climbed onto it, getting onto her hands and knees for just a moment, no doubt to grant him the view. He watched the down-soft fur of her round cheeks give way to her puffy, eager slit, already soaking the longer fur that surrounded it. Her tail flicked upward ever so slightly as she rolled to sit on the foot of the bed, a fleeting glimpse of her tiny pink star. She spread her legs, revealing her need.

The stallion could not have stopped himself if he'd wanted to. His powerful nose had picked up her scent as she'd passed, and the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, combined with her expression, her obvious need for his presence, drew him to her. It was only a few steps, but each was slow and halting, acutely aware that the stag remained under him, his tongue lapping at his length, his hands teasing and rubbing his sheath and sac. He supposed Geskin must have stopped to move at some point, but in his dazed and urgently aroused state, he had missed it.

As he approached, the rabbit reached out to guide the stallion's head to hers, their lips pressing together in a passionate kiss. Her tongue reached into his mouth, running over his teeth, wriggling against his own before he overwhelmed her, pressing back, flooding her mouth with his oversized tongue. They broke, gasping, and Jerec began to plant kiss after kiss down her neck and shoulders, licking at her fur before pressing his lips against it. His attention moved down from her shoulders, over each breast, planting long, lingering kisses on each nipple. He felt her breasts grow firmer, her nipples harder under his tongue. He moved downward to the four lower nipples on her chest and belly. Her breathing was heavier now, her abs clenching as she fought the urge to hump the air.

The stag, taking a new position under Jerec, gave the horse's great black balls a firm squeeze before moving his hands to the base of the stallion's shaft. Slowly they worked, grasping and squeezing the pink and black flesh, feeling the girth of him, stretching and sliding the skin of the hard, throbbing member. Keeping in front of his squeezing fingers, the buck's tongue ran along the stallion's underside, lashing occasionally as far around toward the top of the cock as he could reach, the long, thin, sandpapery surface slickened with saliva, coating his length, tasting every inch of it.

Jerec pressed his long face into Lucile's fur, pearl-white and delicately soft. His lips slid slowly downward over her belly, savoring the feeling, as the fur became longer, ever so slightly coarser, wetter. His tongue extended for a few long, slow, experimental laps. He could taste her, the aroused, intoxicating scent of the doe rabbit mingled with the flavor that filled his mouth. He lapped with greater urgency, longer, broader strokes, lower each time. The bunny's breathing quickened, gasping at the new sensation of the huge, rough tongue.

At last reaching the tip, the stag began once again to lap at the stallion's glans, sending spasms of pleasure and need through the horse. The equine's pace quickened, lapping and licking at the needy folds before him in response to both the bunny and the buck. The deer slowed, breathing again the horse's heavy musk, allowing the drops of pre now rolling off the flare to land on his tongue. He placed his lips at the center of the flare, licking, sucking at the stallion's slit, nursing as if he expected his mouth to be filled with horse cream then and there. Wet with the saliva and pre now coating the enormous cock, the stag's fingertips reached upward to massage the brim of the stallion's flare.

Regaining some control, the horse stilled himself, bringing just the tip of his tongue to trace the edges of the bunny's beaconing folds, feeling the smooth, wet, slickened pink flesh in a sea of white fluff pulse with need. He paused over the stiffened, tiny nodule of her clit, brushing it back and forth with his oversized tongue. Her back arched, her breathing became moans. As the stallion's tongue began again to explore her lower lips, he heard her whisper to him, struggling to get control of her voice. "Deeper," she pleaded.

Slowly, carefully, the buck began to slide the horse's tip into his mouth, pressing and folding the wide flare into his maw with one hand while gently holding the cock slightly downward with the other, to avoid his antlers bushing the belly above him. His longer muzzle could accommodate more than the rabbit's had, but it was a tight fit. The stag was still desperately aroused, each breath drawing musk, the moans of the bunny filling his ears, his cock throbbing, leaking with need. His mouth was watering. Drool mixed with the flow of precum from the stallion's glans, filling his mouth, easing the painstakingly slow slide of the cock inward. His tongue slid back and forth under the massive girth, his lips and the roof of his mouth pressed against it. The horse felt the heat of it, wet and tight as the stag's muzzle engulfed inch after inch, incredible, wonderful pressure against his flare, his glans, the girth of his shaft. At last, maybe four of five inches in, the stag could hold no more, and began to pump the remaining length of the massive horse cock with his tight fingers, sliding the tip back and forth in his mouth, an inch or two out, before thrusting back into tight, sucking, slurping confines.

The stallion pressed his tongue into the rabbit, gently pulling her folds aside as he stretched out to taste her depths. His lips pressed against her opening, running over her clit as his head turned to push himself further in. She could no longer contain her need to buck her hips against him, she fell backwards onto the bed, her ears lolling behind her. "Ooh, deeper!" she called out, all control over her tone and volume gone in a chorus of moans and rodent-like squeaks as he lashed his broad, rough tongue in and out of her, tasting every inch he could reach of her silky-smooth slickened pussy walls. He stretched and caressed her, turning his head this way and that, lips against her folds and clit, tongue wriggling deeper each time as he thrust it in and out of her.

Geskin was developing a rhythm, working the stallion's length with both hands, driving his jaw onto what he could take of the tip before letting out a few inches. With each thrust, he sucked at the flare, slurped at the saliva and precum already leaking from his lips. The horse began to thrust, slowly, every so slightly, his hips rocking involuntarily as his mouth pressed into the bunny, his cock into the buck. The stag slid one hand to a firm grip just below where his lips could reach, keeping himself from going to far, allowing the stallion to set the pace, working the remainder of the length with his other hand while his own member jumped and twitched with unattended arousal, pre rolling down its tapered length to his sheath.

Suddenly, the rabbit began to raise her knees. For a heartbeat, Jerec feared she would pull away, but no, her moans of pleasure only intensified as she pressed her inner thighs against the length of his muzzle, the softness of her fur and heat of her arousal embracing him as he began to thrust his whole head between them, pressing his lips and tongue harder against her each time.

The scent, the taste, the sound of his lips smacking and sucking against the bunny's desperate flesh with each thrust, the feeling somehow combined with the pleasure, need, and stimulation he felt from below. The stallion needed to finish her, to bring her over the edge. Her paws were grasping at the bedsheets, running over her hardening nipples, flailing behind her as she called out to him, her voice no longer her own: "Oh yes! Jerec my stallion, yes!" He drove into her with each thrust of his tongue, his whole head thrusting up and down against her hips and thighs, his whole body rocking back and forth, into both partners. Alternating hot blasts from his nostrils and warm lips pressed against her clit. He pressed into her, deeper and deeper, finding the spot that made her call to him, made her cunny clench around him, made her juices run into her fur and his slurping lips.

With each of the stag's rapid breaths, the stallion could feel the heat wash over his length. His thrusts were quickening, his heavy balls, which had swayed each time he rocked forward and back, drew close to his body. The buck was thrusting against him now, his muzzle bobbing back and forth in time with the horse's body, letting the massive cock almost all the way out of his lips before pressing it back in again, squeezing and compressing the desperate flesh as it slid into his smooth, hot mouth while his rough tongue lashed at the underside, sliding rapidly in and out. Long, tight, squeezing strokes of the stag's free hand matched each thrust, bringing the stallion closer, sending jolts of pleasure and desire through him. The horse let out an involuntary neigh, only to be swallowed by the bunny's depths, their bodies convulsing under the pleasure.

At last, the rabbit's thighs tightened around the stallion's muzzle, pressing him with warm, soft, needy fur. Her pussy clenched around his rapid tongue thrusts and lashes, pulling him into her. He pressed her into the bed, his lips pushing and sucking against her fur, rubbing against her rock-hard clit while his tongue wriggled within her, thrusting just as rapidly as he could muster, pressing that one spot deep within her each time. Her walls convulsed with a shiver of electric pleasure that ran up her spine. Hot, slick juices flowed freely from deep within her, onto fur and tongue and muzzle. Her toes and tail curled, she could feel it coming, brought nearer and nearer by the horse's continued efforts, building and building until . . .

The horse's flare was living up to its name, pulsing and filling and growing within the tight, heated confines of the stag's mouth. The scent, the feeling, the thrusting combined with his own need overwhelmed the buck. His hands worked the full length of the horse's cock, squeezing tightly and stroking downward, his tongue sucked as hard as he could as he pulled the shaft from his maw, leaving only the engorged flare behind his lips, before driving himself onto the horse one last time, just as the stallion himself lunged forward, pressing his face into the rabbit.

It was as if the whole bunny was pressing against the stallion's rapidly thrusting tongue. From each of her extremities, her fingers, toes, ears, and tail, a deafening wave of need, of fulfillment, of pleasure ran through her, building and colliding around her convulsing cunny, filled and stretched again and again with the rough stimulation of the equine tongue. Her whole body arched backwards, unable to speak for what seemed an eternity while the only sensation in her world was the stallion's frantic licks and thrusts.

From the tight squeeze around his pulsing, twitching flare, and the rapidly sliding, thin sandpaper tongue below it, a spasm of pleasure and need overwhelmed the horse, fueling his rapid tongue, urging his thrusting hips. His tail lashed out behind him, waves of silky black hair signaled the pressure releasing within. His balls tensed, and rope after rope of searing creamy seed rocketed through him, burning all the way from his balls, down his length, exploding into the stag's already stuffed muzzle. His eyes clamped shut in desperate concentration. Orgasmic haze overwhelmed the stallion's mind, his hips bucked forward, unable to retreat; his lips and tongue redoubled their pace. Spasm after spasm drove him in an eternity of unstoppable bliss.

The buck could not swallow the incredible volume of the hot seed blasting into his maw. It flowed from his lips, over his chin and down his neck, dampening his fur. He pushed himself onto the thrusting cock, taking in a full six inches, swallowing desperately at the end of the fiery rod, a furious pulsing twitch warning just before each new ribbon burst into his throat. His hands grasped furiously, working, milking the length for all it was worth, his own need not forgotten but enhancing his desire to pleasure the stallion.

When at last she relaxed, Lucile opened her eyes, looking down the length of her body at Jerec's gasping face, his muzzle soaked with her juices, wearing a contented if exhausted smile. Her head fell backwards onto the bed. "No one else's tongue could reach so deep . . . " she murmured, so low and softly that Jerec was unsure for a moment if she had even said it.

Geskin nursed the stallion's softening cock, supporting it with one hand while nursing his own raging, as yet unsatisfied need with the other. He waited for the flare to soften enough to slide out of his lips without forcing, drawing out every drop he could of horse seed with his tongue, savoring the salty, musky tang, the slightly lighter flavor of an herbivore.