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I managed to ignore the problem in the next room for a while, playing on my X-box and skyping with my friends. I was waiting for Bevan to get on, we always had fun. The sexy little fox boy was dynamite in the sack, his ass a perfect match for my cock. He wasn't bad company either, mostly joking and fun and avoiding all that sickly lovey dovey stuff. I knew where I stood with Bev.

He was also my dealer, source of the finest weed in all the land. Bush buds, hydro, you name it he had the inside track on it all. Speaking of which, I needed some more soon or I was going to have to go clean. That would just be fucked.

The little boing sounded from my laptop, an orange ball on the skype icon. Thank fuck it was Bev, I was getting tired of the other losers already.

"How is your foster brat?"

"You won't fucking believe it. They got a horse instead, 16 years old. What the fuck?"

"Holy shit dude, that blows."

"Don't I know it. The big shit is in for a world of hurt."

"Hehe that's my Nate. So do you want some more stuff?"

"Yeah, if you have more of that bitching hydro from last time, count me in."

"All good. You know how you talked about getting in on the action?"

"Yeah?"

"The guys want to meet you. Wednesday after school."

Hmm, well, I had bitched and moaned about maybe getting involved for a while. Bev had always resisted, now he was suddenly into it. Maybe he was beginning to like me, either way I didn't give a shit. Money was money, and weed was weed. And a hole was a hole.

"Awesome. Gotta go eat now."

"Catch ya on Monday"

I shut off skype, keeping my secret webcam window open. Know your enemy, the better to destroy him. Besides, some naked hoss body could be fun to watch. He wasn't in his room though, so he must have gone downstairs. Hmmm...time for the next strike.

I tiptoed into his room, stifling a sneeze with difficulty. Going to have to fumigate the place once I get his ass kicked out. His bags were right where he left them, still unpacked. What a lazy bastard. I reached for the side pocket in the big green Nike bag, paws scrabbling in the pocket until my fingers wrapped around something small.

I pulled it out, intrigued. A necklace, simple leather band with a greenstone pendant in a funny triple twist pattern. It looked like something I had seen in an ad for travelling to New Zealand, maybe Wikipedia would help. For the moment though, I decided it was mine. It went into my jeans pocket.

I could hear my 'rents downstairs, my mother calling me. Time to play the good son. I skipped down the stairs, looking forward to the look on pony boy's muzzle when he realised his trinket was gone. When I got there, my 'rents gave me a few dead snake looks. The ass kissing scumbag was helping get dinner ready, making me look bad. What a jerk.

"Good to see your stomach still works Nathaniel, even if your manners don't. Joshua has been very helpful, it would be good if you could take some cues from him. Now, get out the cutlery and lay the table."

I gave horseboy a withering look and did my duty, before sitting down to a sullen tea. My 'rents made small talk with the horse, asking him about what football club he supported, what things he liked. It sickened me. God I needed a joint.

They made plans to go shopping tomorrow for a new school uniform. It was then I got my next unwelcome shock.

"You can come with us Nathaniel, you can help. We have checked with the headmaster and he has graciously allowed Joshua to join your school in mid-term. You will be schoolmates as well as brothers, it will be good for you to have someone else at school with you."

I was stunned. My school was a private one, and moderately exclusive or at least expensive. What the fuck were my parents playing at?

"Mum, are you sure Joshua will fit in at Hayles Grammar?" I tried to let as much scepticism leak into my voice as possible without appearing openly defiant.

"Nathaniel! This is not open for discussion, and you will watch your manners young wolf!"

Ok, clearly I failed on masking the defiance.

"That's right young wolf, listen to your mother!"

God I hated it when my dad tried to be an alpha. He had omega stamped all over his face. It sickened me.

The rest of the meal passed in uneasy silence, before I mumbled something about homework and went back to my room. Fuck I couldn't wait till this pony was history.

*****

I was playing World of Warcraft when something caught my eye. The horse was back in his room, getting ready for bed. Jacket off, t-shirt off.

Holy Fuck!

He was ripped, muscles bulging out everywhere. Much as I hated horses in general and him in particular, for a gay wolf he was magnificent eye candy. I shut down my game and ogled for a bit. Jeans please....yes! Down they went, and I could almost hear them slithering down his thighs to the ground, before he kicked them off his hooves, tail flopping behind him. Muscles there too, thighs bulging as he moved. This could have it's compensations.

Then he turned and I gasped out loud, a paw going to my muzzle before I remembered he could not possibly hear me. His back was covered in livid scars, mostly roundish from small points to patches the size of a 50 cent piece or larger. Some long puckered scars completed the picture. They stood out from his fur, running the length of his back and disappearing below the waist of his boxers.

What the living fuck had done that?

I was hoping for the boxers to come off too, but apparently ole Josh slept in them, because his unwitting striptease ended there. He then went to his bags, one big horsey hand sliding into the same pocket I had plundered earlier. He stopped a moment, then tried again, puzzlement written all over his face before trying a third time. Soon his searching became desperate as he realised his precious necklace was not where he thought it was.

Panic covered his muzzle, and he opened his bag, throwing clothes out and books while searching but not finding, before he started checking the floor, under the bed, in the drawers. He looked on the edge of tears. Poor little pony.

Then he stopped, his head cocked and looking almost directly at the camera. It was unnerving, almost like he could see it, then I realised he was looking straight at the wall between our rooms. I was glad of the advanced warning as I shut down the window and busied myself with WoW again, innocence radiating from every hair.

I heard the door open, and a horse head poked tentatively around the corner.

"Ahh, Nathan. You haven't happened to be in my room have you?"

"What? Why the fuck would I want any of your shit loser. You wouldn't have anything worth seeing. Besides, Im allergic to ugly horses like you. I'd have a fucking anaphalactic shock if I went in there, probably find me dead."

"If you see a necklace around, could you let me know? It's just got a leather strap and a greenstone pendant."

"What's it to you anyway?"

"It...nothing much, just like it is all. Please?"

"Whatever pony. "

Finally he retreated, convinced at least that I was unlikely to be helpful tonight.

I heard the door close, and opened the window on my laptop again. I could see him there, just staring into space, fingering his neck as if feeling for where the necklace would be. Then he dropped his head into his hand, shaking a bit, before getting into bed and turning off the light. Night night pony. Sweet dreams.

I got into bed myself, getting the necklace out from a bedside drawer. I was starting to like it. I put it around my neck, savouring the feel of it on my chest fur. It looked good, green against silver. I think I had found my new favourite accessory.

I couldn't sleep though, mind still reeling from the twin assault of indignation and horniness, both due to a certain pony. Horniness I could do something about. I reached for my sheath, feeling the swelling firmness as my cock poked out to greet my paw, and started a slow teasing stroke.

In my mind, I bent the pony over my desk, that firm muscled ass poking at me gagging for my cock. He whimpered , begging me to be gentle, as I growled like a wolf should leaning over him and biting down on his long graceful neck. My cock found his tailhole, and as I smacked my hips forward I could almost taste his scream as I tunnelled into his ass.

The path to hell is paved with the best of intentions. I had wanted a long lasting wank. No such luck, the moment I imagined impaling that gorgeous horsey ass my cock unloaded a mammoth stream of wolf spoo that hit the wall behind my head before the follow up loads coated my fur in a thick sticky stream. That was some mind shattering wank material. At least I would have some fond memories of the pony.

I drifted off to sleep, replaying the agreeable fantasy in my mind. Ride 'em cowboy.

*****

I was still dreaming, and it still involved horse fucking. I had him tied up, my paw roughly handling his massive endowment, one finger lodged up his tail hole.

"No..please...Nate...no!"

All I did was laugh. And laugh some more. Dimly my consciousness was aware that I should be doing something more than just laughing, but it seemed frustratingly all I could do. Grinning like a maniac, while I masturbated the pony obligingly.

As I came to the surface, confusion reigned until I turned on the bedside light. I could still hear the cries of "No!" but they were not coming from my room, they were coming from next door. They were definitely coming from the pony though.

I booted up my laptop, but couldn't see anything when the window opened up. Five bloody am. What a tosser.

Unable to see, and losing patience, I decided to do what I didn't want to. I got up and walked to his room, careful to remove the necklace first. Slamming my fist on the door, I yelled.

"Shut the fuck up pony!"

The cries continued though, apparently unabated. I opened the door and turned on the light. The horse was lying on his front, bedclothes thrown on the floor. He was writhing about on the bed, obviously in the throes of some sort of dream, crying out piteously.

"No...please...no...take it out...stop...please....mum...mum...make it stop...."

"Pony shut the fuck up!"

He gave a great shudder then turned around, eyes blinking.

"Nate?"

"Shut up pony! You were making a huge racket. I don't give a fuck, just keep it quiet will you? I need some sleep."

He reached for the bedclothes, covering himself and planting his back firmly against the wall.

"Yeah, sorry, go back to sleep."

I shook my head, and padded back to my room. What the fuck was wrong with the loser? Mentally replaying the garbled words from his nightmare, I gave a slight internal shudder. Whatever it was, I definitely did not want to know. Looks like we had a real live crazy on our hands, broken as well as thrown away.

I tried to sleep, but it would not come, so I booted up the laptop again, doing some surfing. The webcam window beckoned again, and a little reluctantly I opened it again. I was going to have to ration my spying on the pony. I was in danger of becoming obsessed.

He was lying there, a blank expression on his muzzle, hands under the covers. I was about to shut down when I realised what he was doing. The bugger was jacking it under the bedclothes.

My silent prayers were answered, and he threw off the blankets, revealing his full naked form, boxers down around his ankles. God he looked magnificent. His long thick horse cock lay against his belly, bigger even than in my fantasies, the thick medial ring obvious even in the low light. His balls were the size of oranges.

I had a brilliant idea, clicking through a couple of menus and hitting the right commands. Time to record this for posterity and future use. This would be epic.

I lay back and grabbed my own cock, joining the pony in a two way circle jerk, eyes feasting on every detail of his endowment. He fingered his left nipple wantonly, one hand jerking his mammoth cock to the edge of orgasm before backing off, then starting again. I let out a low growl as I followed his lead. Fucking tease!

Twice more he brought himself to the edge before stopping, till I was a panting dripping wreck in desperate need of release. Then he started what appeared the final lap, working his big dick like mad. He cupped his big balls, squeezing as I whimpered in response. Then one finger reached down his crack and disappeared.

He was fingering his own tail hole!

That did it for me, a wild body filling cum smashing through me as I shot thick wolf seed all over myself and the bed, one long line covering the laptop screen like a particularly gross tapeworm. When I regained some composure, I was rewarded with the sight of Josh's own orgasm, that big horse fuckmuscle producing an amazing flood of cum that seemed to go on and on for ever.

Finally his orgasm subsided and he got out of bed heading for the bathroom. Damn, I would need to clean up with my t-shirt and hope mum didn't check too closely when she did the washing.

As I towelled off the coating of cum, I had a brilliant idea. Bev loved it when I shared my brother's exploits with him, and he had a weakness for equines. He would love it.

I downloaded the file to a zip drive and grinned at the thought. Later today I would go see Bev, and let him watch while we smoked some of his best weed. Then when he was as turned on as I was now, I would fuck the living hell out of his slutty stoned fox ass, and this time he would be so lost to lust he would let me tie him. God I wanted that so much, I could almost taste it.

Maybe the pony could be ok to keep around after all.