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Ok, the warning, this story has romance between two males and sex between three. If you don't like it, stop right here and don't read on. If you are still reading on and you don't like it, then I'd like to know why you were browsing the M/M page of yiffstar. Not only that, if you are underage, you can't really sue me anyway because if you tried you would get in enormous trouble for looking at this stuff illegally. Then again, you could probably sue your parents for uninformative upbringing. In any case, I honestly do hope you enjoy the story. So read on :-)

Months passed as Stan grew into the role of being deputy under the firm but wise and always gentle tutilage of Alex, who made sure that the little horse knew every detail of the law necessary. But what's more, Stan began to grow in his love for Alex, though not in the way that he expected. He thought that he would be slowly tortured into depression from Alex's erotic body which was tantalizingly out of reach. Instead, he started to see past the brawn that the stallion often showed, and the traits of Alex's character began to shine through. Alex would do things like fixing a neighbor's roof even when it meant his own would leak that night, paying a vagabond's bill when he stole food and then paying the shopkeeper in advance so that the person could come back to eat more later. It wasn't an uncommon sight for him to be sitting on a bench of fence, chatting with people about whatever problems they had, offering good, old fashioned, down-to-earth advice that would steer them straight. Lawman, handy-man, councellor, leader, friend and surrogate father -- he was everything to these people, and he did it out of a sincere care and understanding for them. Often Stan would just stand by and watch Alex work, when he wasn't helping in the same work himself, simply admiring the kindness and love that beat inside the giant stallion's soul, like blood through the heart and giving just as much life to him. He still wanted Alex, oh yes he wanted him very badly, but now it was for different reasons, reasons that made him patient and willing to wait. Now it was because he wanted to show Alex how much he loved him, because he yearned to be close to the soul he admired so much. Sure he was handsome, but that was by far secondary to the radiance of his character.

Stan quietly munched on his sandwhich thoughtfully at Mr. D's restraunt, trying to hear his own thoughts above the loud ruckus the customers made. He was trying to figure out how to tell his beloved Alex just how he felt and it was one of many times he had mulled thoughts like these over in his mind, but the end result was always the same: no clue what to do. It had been two years since the sheriff had landed on him in the restraunt he was now eating in, and since that first day, he had never been able to think of the right thing to say. He thought maybe Alex liked him, but he didn't know for sure, because Alex always treated him with the same height of kindness and respect that he did everybody else, and though it was sincere, Stan just didn't know if he could interpret it the way he would have liked to think. Disgusted with himself he shoved his chair back and chomped vengefully on his sandwhich, still unable to get past his fear of rejection. Suddenly he noticed that the crowded room which had been roaring with activity was now dead silent, all eyes turned in the direction of the entrance. Stan followed their gaze and shivered a little when they met the object that had caught everyone's tongue. A tall anthro rattlesnake clomped slowly through the room, casting a chilling gaze at everyone he passed, including Stan. Quick as it was, he could have sworn that his gaze lingered on him a bit too long to be comfortable. The snake sat down at a nearby table and motioned for Mr. D, who at the moment had somehow lost his usual spunk and assertiveness.

Stan concentrated on eating his sandwhich, not daring to turn and look at the stranger, while at the same time making sure that his deputy badge was showing clearly and hoping that would deter any unwanted actions on the rattlesnake's part. His ear began to twitch as he felt something flick against it but then froze as a cold voice followed it into his ear.

"Hey there cutie . . . Nice little package ya got down there." The snake whispered into his ear. Stan felt something press against his crotch and looked down to find a scaley tail stroking up and down the groin of his pants. His head shot up again and without a further word he shoved his chair out and bolted for the entrance, totally forgetting about his tab and everything else. When he was outside he sighed and shamed himself for running away so quickly, but the snake put chills through him. He looked down the street and was grateful to see the light in the office still shining, heading down to it as fast as he could. It wasn't long before he was hurrying his way through the door, and Alex picked up the look of fear in Stan's eyes as he came in.

"Stan, what's got ya so stark-eyed?"

"There's a rattlesnake down at Mr. D's who's really . . . strange. I don't know who he is or where he came from, but I don't like him. He sat at the table next to me and was talking to me and touch- . . . well touching me in places I didn't really feel . . . comfortable with." Stan started to automatically cover his groin with his hands before he could catch himself, inadvertently clueing Alex in on the details. Alex's complexion went to a blank stare, and for the first time Stan couldn't seem to read what the stallion was thinking.

"Are you . . . alright?" Alex asked as he drew his hand up and began stroking his chin thoughtfully, though not changing his expression.

"Yeah . . . yeah I think so, just a bit ruffled. I think I'm safe . . . but the guy gives me the creeps."

"Tell ya what, you go off duty early tonight, I want you going home. I'm gonna trot down to Mr. D's and check out this guy if he's still there."

"I- . . . . alright." Stan agreed reluctantly as he followed Alex who was already on his way out the door. Stan didn't want to leave his side, but he got hold of himself and parted ways, cringing slightly as Alex disappeared out of his sight.

It was a ten minute walk to his home, and ten minutes too long as far as he was concerned. Other times he enjoyed the relaxing stroll, but tonight it was like having to spend that much time in a small room lined with spikes on the ceiling and walls. Everything was silent, and he did his best to stay away from the sides of the street, but some of the streets were narrower and more like alleys than roadways. He felt his throat going dry in fear as he entered the last one, and this one had been a detour from his normal route to avoid being followed. All along the way he had thought he heard scufflings or seen glowing eyes, but they all turned out to be his imagination. He was nearly halfway down the street when a tumbleweed skitterted out of a thin passage to the right and bumped into his leg. He screamed and froze in place, praying someone had heard him, but all the buildings stayed dark. When he saw what it had been he sighed and started to continue when something slammed into him from behind.

The next thing Stan knew, he was spread-eagled on the ground with strong scaled arms encircling his chest. Something ripped through the tissue of his pants and drug them down to his knees, then threaded itself between his legs and laid a coil around each thigh. He tried to scream but found his mouth stuffed with something soft, and his lungs were too panicked to do anything but a frenzied breath. He shivered all over, fear sapping his strength like a leech as he laid paralized in the snake's grasp, feeling an ominous pressure on his anus. Again that chill voice slid it's way into his ear, the very sound of it grating on his sanity.

"So cutie, thought I would miss a date?" There was a jolt as the snake shoved half of his cock up Stan's quivering ass, practically orgasming pre into him. "You're all mine now . . . and I'm gonna enjoy every inch of tight ass I can." There was another jerk as the snake hilted him, holding his body flush against Stan's with his coils. Soon he started humping him, the hated tail tip stroking over the horse's numb sheath as his cock drove mercilessly into his tailhole. Tears were streaming down Stan's face as pain ripped through his body, his anus almost feeling as though there were barbs in the rattlesnake's member which were raking through him. He gasped and began to struggle but that only increased the snake's pleasure, working his canal tightly over the engorged rod. Escape was practically impossible because the rattler had coiled himself around Stan's body. The reptile gave a few more violent jabs and then Stan felt the cockhead flare inside him and then thicken as the snake climaxed, flooding him with rattler cum. He whimpered through his gag, his tears pooling under his head and muddying his face when he let it down. A scaled hand went down and gripped Stan's cock, jerking it hard and using his tail to tug at the balls and the skin of his sack, making the member pulse with an unwilling arousal. Then the tail and hand traded places, the fingers massaging his balls while the tail coiled down his member and began fucking his sheath. Within seconds Stan orgasmed with another muffled cry, his body at the mercy of the rattler's still embedded cock. The snake leaned his head forward, cruelty grinning in his eyes as he opened his mouth and exposed his fangs, aiming them at Stan's neck.

"HEEEIIAAAACK!!" The snake screeched out in pain as a sharp reed whip cracked soundly across his back and Alex's large hand siezed his neck from behind, jerking him up, the shock forcing him to release his hold on Stan. Alex slammed the writhing snake against one of the brick buildings and held him there by the throat. He was in such an unbelievable fury that he looked more like a raging demon than a horse. He shoved his face into the snake's and let out a rumbling growl, glaring into the choking reptiles eyes. Alex gritted his teeth and ground the snake further against the side of the building as he began to speak.

"I'm gonna lock ya up for so long yer bones'll have rotted before I ever let ya out again. You despicable blob of SLIME!" Alex lifted the snake again and smashed him against the wall once more. "You'll be lucky if I don't turn you into a scaley pulp first!" To show he meant business he grabbed one of the snake's fear-paralized hands and tightened his grip until he heard a satisfying snap, the rattlesnake screaming in pain. Alex threw him against a nearby pole and tied him to it with his whip, the reptile too stunned and hurt to go anywhere. Alex hurried over to Stan who was now curled up in a pool of tears, mud and cum, turning him over carefully and helping him up. Stan clung to him and sobbed, not wanting Alex to leave.

"Don't worry kid, things are gonna be alright." Alex said to him, patting his back then hugging him close. The only sounds in the alley were Stan's stuttered cries, a heavy silence and guilt settling on Alex's heart. "I'm sorry I ever sent you home alone like that, I shoulda known he would have come after ya. I'm so sorry Stan."

"Hey! What on earth's goin' on down there?" yelled a dog from one of the upper levels, still in nightgown and cap.

"Go get the doctor and send'im to Stan's place. Oh, and get yer brother down here, have him take this . . . scum over here to the jail and lock'im up. I'll be there in a bit."

"Sure thing Alex."

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Stan soon found himself in a tub of hot water, well scrubbed down and with a pounding headache. Alex was across the room talking to the doctor about the situation, both of them randomly glancing in his direction and then making some indesernable comment as they conversed. Alex was the first to notice Stan's head leaned in their direction and walked over, kneeling by the tub.

"Stan, how're ya feeling?"

"Oh . . . I'm . . I'm sore in a few . . . places. Headache . . . I'll be fine. Need to sleep . . . love ya . . . need to sleep . ."

Stan dropped off to unconciousness again as fast as he had come out of it. Alex turned with a questioning look to the doctor, who shrugged and shook his head.

"Delerious probably, might be a bit of his past coming up. No way of telling for sure but at least it's good he understood you. It's going to be hard for him to pull through this; it isn't something that happens everyday to a person, so there's no telling what's going through his mind at the moment."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks for all yer help doc, specially at this time'a night."

"Don't mention it, it's my job and pleasure . . . well, sometimes a little less pleasure, like in this case just because it's awful these things happen. But that's what we're here for. Keep him warm and comfortable -- and in bed -- for the next few days. No unecessary stresses, and if you need help I'm sure some of the town women will be glad to."

"I'll be sure doc, and thanks again."

After the doctor left Alex turned back to Stan and gently lifted him out the water shaking his head as he began to dry him off.

"You sure are full of surprises kid, just full'a them."

The doctor was right, it took Stan several days to get back on his feet again, and in general he was emotionally subdued save for the times there was company nearby. The situation was kept generally quiet for his sake, though frankly he couldn't have cared less if the whole town knew. The most comfort he had was when he was at work with Alex, and by with, it meant that he was right next to him. Alex realized this and hired some other deputies so he could take time off to try and help Stan work through things, whether that meant a day of working on a project, talking about what happened or nothing in particular. There not generally being a lot of crime in the small town, save for the wandering criminal such as in the case of the rattlesnake, Alex had taken his free time as sheriff to do community service work out of the goodness of the heart he was so famous for, and Stan had picked this up from him. What's more, Stan found that it helped him move his mind back to the joys of life, and the products of good honest work. Still though, Stan needed to tell Alex how he felt more than he ever had before and he was always trying in his own small way, to tell the stallion. Alex seemed to understand Stan was trying to communicate something, but never quite understood. Many nights Stan spent alone in his bedroom crying, wishing that Alex would hear him, or that he could have the courage to come out and tell him flatly. The more Stan needed him though, the more he was afraid of losing him, and the greater his fear of rejection grew. Thus time passed, and he stayed closed up in his mental prison, always receding deeper into his solitude, and always wishing even more to break free from it.