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BETTER THAN AN AUTOGRAPH

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"Not there. A bit more to the left," the equine said, pointing to a far corner of the stage. "Light up that dark spot."

Across the auditorium, about two-thirds of the way to the ceiling, the spotlight bobbed and weaved. "How 'bout now?" the stage hand called back.

Kaz quirked his muzzle, considering. "Yeah, that should work."

The cat on the catwalk shot a quick thumbs-up, then vanished through the nearby exit. Finally, everything had come together. The smoke. The mirrors. The lights and lasers. All of it. And tomorrow, he'd show the world why he deserved to be in Vegas. "I made it."

"Uh, excuse me..."

The words chirred. The Azteca didn't even need to look to know it was a totter. He turned. Definitely a totter. In his webbed paw, he held a marker pen and a promotional photo of Kaz, on-stage and mid-show. ~ALAKAZAM~, his stage name, was printed across the top in bold blue lettering.

"What can I do for you?" Kaz asked, smiling.

"I was just wondering...can... can I have your...autograph?" The totter's foot scuffed against the stage. "I saw you in Atlantic City last year. Loved the show."

"I don't do autographs-

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know..." the totter trailed off, his heavy tail creeping between his legs.

Kaz took the pen and photo before the lutra could pull them away. "No, I usually don't do autographs because they always end up in the online auctions. But I'll tell you what, let me personalize it and I'll make an exception."

The totter's blue eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Really."

"Oh wow! Nekari. My name is Nekari."

The horse nodded. Started scribbling. Nekari was adorable. Slim but muscular in his cargo shorts and t-shirt. Perfect foot paws punctuated with tiny toe claws, and a Boyish face with that classic totter nose. With a beautiful tail, thick and swishing. Pure twink. The only thing that didn't fit was the lutra's pelt. It was white, with black stripes. Kaz had been many places over many years and had never seen anything quite like it. "Here you are," he said, handing the pen and photo back to their owner. "If you don't mine me asking, you have some feline in you, don't you?"

Nekari nodded. "On my mother's side, yeah. I guess my great-great-great grandfather was a Siberian tiger. No one knows how he ended up in Hawaii with a_lutra_ as a mate." He rubbed his chin, considering. "Which is really sorta odd cuz otters are obsessive with their oral histories. All I can say is I'm glad he did."

Kaz chuckled. "I bet." He clopped from hoof to hoof. Buried his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers. "Gonna be at the show tonight?"

"I wish," Nekari replied with a shake of his head. "I gotta work. Just started a new job a few weeks ago. First one."

"Care for a quick trick then?"

The totter's face became a mask of ecstatic shock. "Holy Kanalo'a! Just for me?!"

"Just for you." With a sudden flash of silver-white as the horse pulled a hand from his pocket, a low-standing magician's pedestal appeared from nowhere in the middle of the stage. A gold, azure and crimson block mosaic of a canine-like creature adorned the front of it.

"Woah, awesome!" Nekari chirred in delight. "Where'd that come from?"

The horse rubbed his fingers together. "These."

"Those."

"Yup."

"Cute."

"Not as cute as you, though," the Azteca replied.

Nekari giggled. "You flirt." His tail thumped playfully against the stage and he padded towards the pedestal to examine the odd mosaic in more detail.

Kaz's heart pounded in his chest. He'd made the first move; the totter didn't flip-out. In fact, he seemed coy. Let's just see where it goes, Kaz thought, clopped behind Nekari. Big hands settled on small shoulders. Hesitated, then started to massage. "That's Ueuecoytl."

"You-you-koytal?" Nekari said, taking care with his pronunciation.

The equine squeezed the totter's shoulders. Pressed his growing bulge against the tight that teased with the occasional bump and sway. "One of the Aztec gods," Kaz explained. The breath wanted to catch in his chest.

"God of?" Nekari asked, grinding almost imperceptivity.

"You'll have to...to...

The totter tilted his head back and slightly to the left, grinning. Eyes twinkled, sly. "Yeah? Go on?"

"You'll have to look it up," Kaz finished.

"Wanna know something?"

"What's that?"

"You're direct. I like direct." As if on cue, Kaz dipped and pressed his muzzle to Nekari's. Lips parted. Tongues danced. He drew back. "I like to think of it as confidence," he whickered into a round ear. The equine's fingers tickle-trailed sensually down the lutra's lithe form, where they stopped; hovered at the waistband of Nekari's shorts.

With another shift of his hips, Nekari signaled his approval. The equine's hands disappeared into the totter's shorts with urgency. They found sheath, cupped balls. Massaged. Rubbed. Fondled. The ensemble was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Chirring with pleasure, Nekari said, "That can't be comfortable..."

Kaz nibbled on an ear. "What that?"

Without looking, Nekari found the tie to Kaz's trousers. A tug slipped the knot. They crumpled to the ground in a heap around their owner's hooved feet. Webbed fingers instantly started intertwining themselves into the waistband of the horse's boxer-briefs.

"This isn't your first rodeo..." Kaz quipped. A furred finger brushed across his sensitive, imprisoned shaft, drawing a soft gasp.

"Nope," the totter lilted. "But my rodeos have been with bulls and bucks and other kinds of hoofies." A quick jerk forward. A hard snap down. The boxer-briefs dropped. Horse cock sprang up. Nekari leaned back, sandwiching it from the base of his tail past the small of his back up to his middle of his shoulder blades. Slowly, he rocked side to side. "You're my first bronco." He paused, savoring the heat of the horse flesh burning up the length of his back. "Now I know why ponies are so proud."

"It sucks sometimes. Trust me," Kaz chuckled.

"Like when you see some adorable guy out on the street?"

"Exactly like when I see some adorable guy out on the street."

"How about when you're on stage?"

"Sometimes." Kaz nipped the nape of Nekari's neck. "Not always."

"Know what sucks for us totters?"

"What?"

"Me." And with that, Nekari pirouetted, dipped and planted his nose squarely against the underside of Kaz's glands. Tongue flicked. Licked wetly. Stopping at the tip, he inhaled deeply. Then, mouth wide, he went down. The head slid into the totter's muzzle, puffing out his cheeks. Nekari found he couldn't throat the horse, but that didn't matter. Around the rigid shaft, he grinned. The taste of bitter salt immediately slicked his tongue, seeped into his throat. The intoxicating scent of horse sex flooded his nostrils. Head rocking side-to-side, the totter blew. Paws petted, stroked and teased the parts his mouth and tongue could not reach.

It didn't take long for Kaz to flair. Balls drawing up, his tail hitched once, twice. Pre leaked freely from him; so much so that Kaz imagined Nekari greedily swallowing him, gulp after mouth-filling gulp. He could see himself running down that precious chin, soaking the fur there before dripping onto the totter's shirt, soaking it with his taste and smell. The thoughts fueled the Azteca's excitement; he could feel himself growing harder still. Is that even possible? He found he didn't care. All that mattered was the onslaught of pleasure ripping through his loins. Cock twitched. The twitch threatened spasms; the leak verged on a torrent. He gasped.

No warning.

Nekari stopped.

Cold.

Kaz grunted. Shoved. Tried to force the issue. "Oh gods..." he groaned, the words heavy with need. Snorted, nares wide. Bucked again but got nowhere. Cracking a heavy lid, he peered at the lutra. "Why?" the horse panted. "What...what's wrong?"

Nekari held up a paw. Hold on, it said_._ After a moment, the totter freed his mouth of the horse's dick with a soft, wet pop. He giggled. Wiped the back of his paw across his damp, drippy muzzle and licked it clean. He grinned widely at Kaz. "You were gonna cum."

"I didn't realize you didn't want me to cum in your mouth," Kaz replied, embarrassed. "Very sorry about that--

"Nah, no. It's not that," Nekari said, cutting him off. "I'll always let a guy unload in my muzzle. I just had something else in mind, if that's ok with you..."

Kaz tilted his head, ears flicking. "Like what?"

Taking a step back, Nekari's shorts fell to his feet as he tore out of his shirt. Smiling, he kicked the garments away and struck a pose. One foot atop the other, hip slightly bumped to the side, paws hidden behind his back while his tail swished to-and-fro, he left nothing to the imagination. His penis was fully erect. Long, thin and pink with a sharply triangular head, it pointed upwards, straight at the ceiling. It reminded Kaz of an arrow. His balls, small and spherical orbs, were pulled snuggly into the crease of his groin, just below his sheath. A pattern of white and black and black stripes covered the totter's body. It was mesmerizing. "So, whatcha think?"

"Adorable," Kaz whickered. "Absolutely adorable. But you already know that, don't you?"

"I do." Nekari turned and displayed himself in profile. The Azteca's gaze returned to the cock. It had a distinctive curve, the tip poking into Nekari's belly fur.

Kaz chuckled. "Totters."

"Can you show me one more trick? I want to see you make this..." Nekari lilted ruefully as he daintily touched the very tip of Kaz's cock with finger claw, "...disappear." And with that, the totter turned and hoisted his heavy tail, exposing the pink hole beneath it.

Kaz gaped. The totter's tail flitted against the underside of his rock-hard shaft. Soft. Teasing. Instinct kicked in. Practically jumping the totter, the horse grabbed him around the waist. Shoved. His cockhead smeared against Nekari's hole. Up and down. Up and down. Slick, clear fluid wetted the muscular ring. Finally, with a single, feral push, he impaled the totter.

Nekari gasped. Around Kaz's shaft, the totter shuttered. "Oh gods!" the lutra cried out.

Awash in Nekari's musk, heat and need, Kaz let go. He slid in and out of the tight warmth surrounding him. The equine's sac slapped the totter's rump, the sound heightening his arousal all the more. The horse's nares flared. Thrusts quickened. In and out. In and out. Kaz's right arm crept around the totter's front. Gripped. Pulled him even closer. Locked him in. No stopping now. In. Out. In. Out.

With a final, desperate thrust, Kaz buried himself into the totter and unloaded. His cock pulsed. Spurt after spurt of his seed creamed his mount's insides. The equine's excitement pushed Nekari over the edge. In a moment of pure ecstasy, the totter started to squeal. "I'm... Oh gods...I'm...c...cum...I'm cumming!!" At that moment, a thick rope of totter cum shot against the pedestal. Then another. And another. Globs of totter semen dripped down the mosaic, catching here and there on the colored tiles.

The lutra collapsed against the podium, jizz smearing into his chest and belly fur. Kaz was still inside him. They panted. "Holy...fuck... that was... intense..."

The Kaz's softening dick slid from the totter's ass. Globs of thick, runny horse seed slopped onto the stage. The photo and marker pen caught his eye. "You got more than an autograph, you know."

Nekari giggled, tail ever swishing. Kaz leaked from the hole under it. "Way more."

The horse kissed the back of the totter's neck a final time. "So how was that trick?"

Coy, Nekari ran a finger across the pedestal, coating it with his spunk. Held it up for Kaz to see. "Best ever." He licked the finger clean.

Kaz chuckled. Shook his head. "Totters..."

Nekari grinned, ever swishing.