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Having a home is nice. When you have a place to be, other things are suddenly easier: earning an income, having friends and relatives stop by, even raising a pup.

Unfortunately, Davey's parents didn't have that luxury as they were homeless, without a shelter they could call their own in a typical way. They slept under a bridge, the same bridge that would transcend the capital city and a smaller town.

Preferring the small town, the family found a niche doing odd work, and Davey was no exception. Being the older of two boys, he needed to make enough in his chosen work to feed them both. And what did this adolescent border collie chose to do? He shined shoes.

Sitting in front of a small barber shop was Davey, barely covered in cut off black denim jeans and a stained and torn shirt, both looking like they've been part of him for ages. It was about four in the summer afternoon, and the collie rested his face in his paws for a bit, panting and wishing he'll have a few generous costumers to break the monotonous but faint sound of the dusty wind. As he counted the eight silver dimes he'd received that day, he begged from the world for a quarter more so that he could buy a loaf of bread. Then he and his brother wouldn't have to go to sleep hungry again.

It took miraculous hope for him to stay out on the sidewalk longer, but the knowledge that business had potential after five o'clock helped. He decided to suffer the heat until he could go back to the bridge with something in his paws.

Picking up his head, he noticed a horse with fur and hair the color of tar, and they were walking toward him. 'This could just be my lucky break' Davey thought as he judged what he saw was a male stallion, and how he was dressed. A long coat clung to the horse's form made of polished tan leather, and atop his head was a matching duster style cowboy hat.

The puppy watched the character meander closer to him and noticed several other things about him. First, he was enormous, especially in comparison to the lithe form of the impoverished collie. Secondly, the man's eyes reflected a vivid shade of indigo, the purity of which was so stunning to Davey that he missed his breath. 'Is he a model or something?' he asked himself mentally as his eyes trailed down from the animal's long black hair framed face and down his chest. Seen on the equine's chest in the split of his coat, he wore a white dress shirt and a vest cross stitched in the colors of black and mahogany. Finally, Davey took a look at his pants, which were not spectacular aside from matching the color of his coat.

"Hey there little one. Have you got a little shop right here?" the horse asked, stopping to offer a warm smile.

"Oh yes sir," the puppy replied, his tail wagging. He looked down to the other's hooves and discovered he had nothing for footwear. Davey sighed, "I guess you don't need it though. You're not wearing any shoes."

"Well, that's not to say there's nothing you can do for me. Take a walk with me to my home. There are a few things I could use a young man like yourself for. What do you say?" He leans over and extends his hand to the sitting puppy. "I will reward you handsomely, I promise."

There was something in the way the horse explained himself that gave Davey a feeling of confidence. He looked like one of those church going furs that go around doing good deeds for furs in need. 'Yeah, that might just be it', the collie thought. Under the impression that he was about to be granted a charity, he reached out and put his paw in the others big hand.

As the stallion picked the boy up, Davey noticed a faint scent on the man that interested him, and he found himself moving slowly closer as he sought the origin of the man cologne. He soon realized he was acting strange and blushed, moving his paw from the horse's hand.

The equine chuckled as he pointed the direction and began to walk, leaving behind the barber shop and Davey's shining tools. "You don't want to hold my hand? Aren't you worried that we could get separated and you would be lost?" All this time he held out his hand, waiting. The puppy's ears perked up at the implied invitation and put his paw in the man's hand again. He was so warm, but it wasn't like the warmth from the air. His warmth was much like a quilt that would keep one gratefully protected from the cold.

The collie daydreamed, which was a frequent thing for him, and thought about how he had to hold his brother and keep him warm in the winter while he slept. His younger sibling would only stop shivering if they both lay facing the most still nook in the bridge and Davey lay his whole body over the other.

As his mind returned to the present moment, he found himself leaning slightly against the stallion's arm as if it were a pillow. "Are you alright, guy?" The equine looked down to the short teen canine. "Aww, are you sleepy?" He then wrapped an arm around the young collie's waist. Shifting his other hand to the boy's upper back, the stallion lifted the pup and cradled him.

Though warm and comfortable, this seemed weird to Davey, and he pawed at the other's bicep. "Hey, what are you doing?" he complained, "I can walk on my own."

"I know," the horse replied, "But I don't want you to be worn out before we get to my place. You'll need your energy." Davey wanted to say something more, but he found himself with nothing to say, especially in this strange situation. There was also something oddly familiar about being carried that he couldn't place. His father was distant, and as far as the puppy knew, he also hated being touched. All in all, Davey didn't want to be put down since physical contact was such a rare treat.

Eventually, they both arrived at the equine's home, and from the outside, it looked like a pueblo, with the off-white stone arches and red rock color roof shingles and window sills. Red and blue clay pots were placed or hung here and there where bright green plants flowing out, some with yellow and white flowers.

If there was any doubt at this point that the stallion was well off, it would have left as they both entered. The summer heat was as good as forgotten when the front door was closed and Davey inhaled the cool conditioned air. His tail wagged as they passed by decorated rooms, each giving the viewer an immediate impression of a modernized south-western American home.

"Do you like what you see, puppy?"

"Oh yes," the collie replied as he took a closer look around. He couldn't help but see that the place looked nearly spotless. 'Maybe there's a garden or something that needs work, but there couldn't be enough here. Not nearly enough to justify bringing in help.' Davey took a moment to think about his words. "Um, mister. What do I have to do here?"

The stallion set Davey down on his feet and ruffled his head fur. "You're a sharp one. You'll know in just a second." With that, the horse opened the door in front of them and lead the boy inside a dim room where a large bed sat low to the floor. There was a dresser and a nightstand right next to the bed, and on the obscure sides of the room there was a large cabinet and windows with the drapes drawn closed.

The horse closed the door behind them and put his hand on the little one's shoulder. "Do you feel nervous?" When he asked the question, the collie could only give the equine a confused look.

"No, not really. This isn't very scary." His tail stopped wagging as he started to wonder even more what he was expected to do. He picked up the smell of smoke and turned to find three incense were burning. The aroma was exotic, but as he became more aware of the different smells that mingled together, he also saw that the horse had taken his coat off as well as his vest and shirt. Before him, was a bare chested stallion, and there was a hand on the collie's shoulder again, bringing him close to the horse's body.

"Have you ever given a blowjob before?" The horse asked. When Davey shook his head, the muscle ripped stallion simply buckled his belt and loosened his pants while the collie just watched in wonder. "There's a first time for everything, I suppose. Why don't you take your clothes off too, go on, nothing to be ashamed about."

Shyness suddenly gripped the puppy as he shook his head. "I don't get it. I don't really want to get naked." Davey felt extremely small now as he saw the horse's apple sized balls hang under his erect penis. Veins ran along the pulsing length, and it came to an end with a blunt flared tip.

"Listen puppy, this is why I brought you here. If you don't want to make money, you're free to go back to your sidewalk and take your nickels till it's midnight and you still can't buy a cheeseburger, or you can give this a try and ensure you can eat steak and lobster every day for a week. It's your call."

When given the options, it just seemed logical, but he had to force himself to comply. A gentle pain materialized in his stomach as he began to strip his shirt off, feeling exposed. He then laid his ears back as the horse watched him take his pants off. What the stallion found after that interested him and made him smile mischievously. It looked like the pup was wearing a pair of white panties, though new looking, they still clung tightly to him and revealed more of his form than regular briefs would have.

"Where did you get these from?" The horse asked as he pinched the elastic band. He pulled the band back a few inches and let go, making the collie yip and rub his own butt.

"I don't remember." Davey replied as he slowly took them off, his immediate thought being that the horse wouldn't snap his undies again. Now naked though, he felt a strong nervous feeling in his stomach but also a tightening in his loins, and it seemed obvious.

"Aww, don't be afraid," The horse gently pulls the puppy closer, the drooling equine cock pointing strait at his mouth. "Just put put your mouth on this and think of it as a tasty treat. Dogs love treats, right?" This made Davey blush, but his tail wagged. There was something thrilling about what he was going to do, and he began to experience a sensual rush as his own dog meat was emerging from it's sheath. With trepidation, he brought his muzzle to the glossy tip. 'I need to do this,' he pushed himself. He let his tongue out and licked the tip, finding the substance salty, but leaving a slightly bitter flavor in his mouth as an aftertaste.

He also noticed a powerful scent that he could detect over the incense. He brought his face to the tip again and licked again, this time more fervently. More licks came, and soon he felt a hand on the back of his head, urging his head forward. The collie opened his mouth and surrounded the flesh poker in his warm passage, which must have had a powerful reaction on the horse.

He was moaning as he guided the tip and half his cock into the boy's muzzle, rolling himself against those soft cheeks and stroking his fur with his other hand. Davey stood still, at near perfect height and let the stallion work his mouth, only finding it a little uncomfortable. He looked up into those hypnotic indigo eyes and wagged his tail while more and more salty bitter goo ran into his mouth. The collie couldn't help but swallow and cringe at the weird texture.

But the horse cock never left his lips, and he found himself leaning forward to take in more, only to find he could actually make the tip go past his gag reflex. It didn't stay there for long though because instinct told him he was choking. Nevertheless, he continues to push his head forward and have his body reject it until the horse backed off and white slime started to spurt into the collie's mouth.

"Swallow all that stuff," the stallion moaned, "Swallow it up as much as you can." Davey found that to be as hard a task as it is for one to drink every drop at a drinking fountain, and that's what it seemed like to him as the corners of his mouth created two streams of cum that dribbled down his chin and neck. The puppy gagged and stopped swallowing though as the taste was just way to strong, and the remainder of the cumshot poured out his mouth.

When the horse was done cumming, Davey was gagging, the flavor just way too much. It was even too thick to spit out, and he felt the horse's hand on his chin, lifting his lower jaw up and closing it, the sides of his muzzle overflowing like the edge of a waffle maker loaded with too much batter.

The stallion stroked the boy and praised him. "That's a good boy. The stuff in your mouth is called cum, and it means you did a good job. Now go on and swallow that last bit. You might as well get used to it." The last thing the horse said was a little unnerving, but the puppy reluctantly gulped down the last mouthful of sperm. He didn't hate the taste, but he didn't exactly like it either.

Davey watched the equine climb into the bed and get down on his knees. With his eleven inch pecker still hard and hovering a foot and a half over the sheets, patted the bed. "Climb up here." The collie, expecting to have to suck on that sock some more, slowly got onto the bed, finding the mattress to be incredibly soft. He brought his mouth close to the flared tip again, but a hand stopped his advance. Pushing his muzzle away, the horse turned the canine around and lifted the tail up. Looking at the little one's puckered hole, the horse spread the boy's cheeks. This made Davey whine and squirm, but two strong hands held his rear still.

"What are you do...ohhh." Davey found himself moaning loudly as he felt a slippery organ slide across his anus, and was surprised to feel moist hot breath at the same time. He soon realized the horse was licking him, and his excitement doubled when he felt the tongue enter him and spread his hole. The collie grabbed the sheets and held onto them as he moaned, the tongue rapidly moving in and out of him. All of a sudden he felt his own cock start to strain as it filled completely with blood and throbbed outside his sheath.

The tongue rolled around his anal walls and all of a sudden, he felt a hand move from his hips to his teenage cock knot. The hand squeezed, and Davey barked, a wave of pleasure unknown to him moved to his brain, making him drunk off the stimulation. More squeezes came, each eliciting a greater response until the final one that makes the puppy release his first cumshot onto the bed. As he shot his semen, he felt the tongue in his backside wriggle around hard, and he loved the feeling. He loved it so much that he whined when the horse took his tongue back out and stroked the puppy's rump.

While Davey was panting in his mind blowing orgasm's afterglow, the stallion removed a small bottle from the dresser and opened it up. "I think you're ready for this now." Before the collie could ask what it was, he felt the cool lubrication gel drizzle onto his stretched asshole. When the stallion pressed the bottle opening against the puppy's hole, a nice glob of the jelly found a home inside him. He shivered and squirmed more, but was still held still.

"Relax, little one. It's not going to hurt so much if remember to relax." The stallion comforted him with a petting before he sat up and lined his tip with the boy's slick hole.

"Wait," Davey yipped, "Are you going to put THAT inside THERE?"

A hard push and a sudden painful invasion answered the puppy's question. He whined for the cock to be taken back out, but all that happened was he felt more of the stallion dick slide into his rear. His anal ring seared as it was stretched, and his paws only tightened their grip on the sheets. Davey was in agony.

But suddenly, there was a pressure on his young prostate that made the pain more bearable. His cock twinged as the weight increased on the gland, and soon he was pushing back against the equine cock, wanting to feel more. His needs were answered instantly as the horse backed out and pushed back in. A few short, gentle thrusts, and then things got harder.

The horse's hands gripped the collie's hips and sent the tip of his fat cock strait into his prostate over and over again, and Davey cried out as his own cock was starting to throb. The tip rammed him deep and stayed there, keeping the pressure. This made the puppy moan and shoot another wad of slightly thinner spooge onto the bed, adding to the small puddle beneath his cock. At the same time the collie was cumming, the stallion explodes and floods the puppy's colon with horse cum. Davey feels the massive cock slip out of him and his insides seem empty for a moment as more stallion jizz is sprayed onto his tail.

A dripping mess, Davey just collapses in his own mess. He feels really sleepy, but a tug on his head fur tells him it's not over yet. Turned onto his backside, the stallion straddles the collie's chest and presses his cock tip against the tired boy's nose.

"Please, I don't have much energy left I-"

"That's fine," The horse interrupts. "I've got this covered. Oh, I'm so sensitive, it won't be long!" Davey watches the horse's hand beat over his cock, which randomly shoots pre across his muzzle. A long moan tells the pup he's in for more, but he whines when he feels that cock tip being painfully pushed into his nose. Before he has a chance to move, a hand holds his muzzle in place while the horse shoots jizz like nasal spray strait up his nostril. The collie whines from the congestion and discomfort, but the next shot goes right into his other nostril, plugging them both up. The poor puppy's eyes water, but for some reason his tail still wags. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I getting excited about this?' He wonders about these things while the horse pushes his head to the side and finishes his climax in the puppy's ear.

Davey pants and does his best to clear his sinuses, managing only to get one to open up. All he could smell was horse spunk, and he could barely hear a thing with the slippery goo in his ear. He drifted to sleep as the equine was milking his final drops of cum on his eyebrow. He curled up on the bed, with a longing for more affection.