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Laurie could think of a thousand reasons to leave, but something kept his cute butt in place. The doe-boi of a deer was dressed in his finest pinks, with his hair done just right and streaming down over one shoulder, and yet he still had some doubts that his mystery partner would like what they saw. He hadn’t been particularly specific on the form either. There were so many questions that it overwhelmed him, and answering them all honestly just felt like it was being picky.

The only thing he really specified was that he was looking for someone fun. Whatever that meant. When the door across the room opened, he flinched with anticipation at the sight of every possible partner who came strolling out, disappointed yet a bit relieved when another mega hot someone passed him by for someone else. They were all so [i]intimidating.[/i]

At least he could take comfort in knowing they weren’t ignoring him. Everyone had a number. Whoever walked out of there and sat down in front of him, they’d been specially selected to suit his tastes, however vague he’d been about them. Or was it that he’d been selected to suit theirs? That had him even more curious, and he didn’t have to wait much longer before a surprisingly familiar mare revealed herself and made her way directly towards him, hardly breaking eye contact the entire time. The smirk on her face was pure flirtatiousness, and maybe a little mischief.

Laurie really wasn’t sure if it was better or worse that he immediately knew who she was. Not that he’d ever met her. But he’d definitely [i]listened[/i] to her. Except he knew her as [i]FANTOM[/i], and honestly couldn’t recall her real name. And then he realized he hadn’t got around to checking out her newest release yet! It was right there on his list, but if she asked him what she thought about it he was going to have to lie, or just admit that while he was a fan but he wasn’t the best, most loyal fan she’d ever had and -

“Hey.”

“Woah!”

The horse chuckled. “Didn’t mean t’ scare ye.”

Laurie had never heard that accent come out of her either. Maybe he would have if he’d been watching her interviews, or keeping a closer eye on her career, but he only knew her by her lovely singing voice. Which was a lot less playful than the one she used to introduce herself.

“Name’s Lilianna. Lily’s good.”

Right! Of course. He knew that. Perking up when he heard it, he forgot to actually answer her. In the meantime, she flipped her chair around and sat down, resting her head on her folded arms. She was bigger in person than he thought. With plenty of height on him, she also walked around with a thick, curvy figure with a bit of a belly, huge thighs, and breasts the size of the poor doe’s head each. Maybe bigger. Sitting like that, her legs spread wide, he managed a glimpse over the edge of the table at an impressive bulge too. He tried not to stare and instead cleared his throat, then tried again when the first time didn’t take.

“Hiii. I’m Lawrence. Um. Laurie’s good.”

“Lily and Laurie, aye. Good pair. This whole thing’s feeling a bit weird. Not even any music. Like we’re in a test chamber.”

“Um, well.” He managed to brighten up a little and offer his best doe smile. “How would you grade me?”

Lily made a show of looking him up and down, rubbing her chin while she did it. Only after some very serious consideration did she nod.

“From a glance? Top marks. Got to get to know you before I can really say, of course. Got one question.”

“Yeah?”

“How good are you on those dainty little hooves? I’m sitting here going crazy, knowing the night’s ticking away, and just a few blocks down one of my best mates is about to play a [i]righteous[/i] set. Bet I’d enjoy it even better with a date. The dance floor’s the best place to get to know someone anyway, I always found.”

“Oh! I mean ...” Laurie glanced around. “Are we even [i]allowed[/i] to just get up and leave like that?”

“Dunno. Think we’re prisoners here? Well, if that’s the case, how about you and me, Laurie, we start a riot and bust out? Or just start walking and see what happens.”

She reached for his hand. He thought about it for just a second. She moved fast. Thinking about trying to keep up with her, to try to match her dance moves and not look awkward, that was a hell of an intimidating prospect. It was when he started thinking about pressing close to her, about seeing her get a little sweaty under the lights, that was what convinced him. He took her offer, and found himself up and tip-tapping along behind her much louder hooves. Nobody interrupted them or even really looked their way on the way out, far too busy with their own dates.

Seeing her standing up in that dangerously short plaid skirt was a great way to further convince him. It was like she’d calculated it right down to the exact inch to see how little she could wear without being indecent. Well, more than she already was at least. She was a well-hung horse and there was no hiding in any outfit, really. He watched the merry bounce of a bulge so impressive he was feeling a little inadequate. Yet that did nothing to stop her from tugging him along, guiding him by his firmly-clasped hand from their shared table, past the other couples talking, flirting, or laughing together, and out the door.

Of course nothing happened. The whole thing seemed a little too good to be true. Laurie found himself thinking about how well every single couple seemed to get along, which had him wondering how whoever had organized the whole thing had managed such a feat. Maybe it wasn’t a person, but a whole shadowy organization. Or a super-intelligent computer. Really, he was just keeping his mind busy so he didn’t freak out, watching that super-hot horse swishing her long, smooth tail right in front of him. They didn’t have far to go. And the bouncer didn’t so much as look twice at them before stepping aside and allowing them past the door to a dark, pulsing club that flooded Laurie’s senses with all manner of exotic scents as soon as he was inside.

“Good, didn’t miss much!” Lily shouted over the rising swell of powerful rhythms coursing through both their bodies. “Dance much?”

“Um ...” Laurie’s response wasn’t audible over the music, but it didn’t have to be.

“Nah, don’t worry, I’ll teach you as we go!”

There was no getting out of that one. She yanked the poor deer along and through a sea of writhing, swaying, grinding bodies until they were right in the middle of the illuminated dance floor. The lights from below made the glitter on Lily’s body glow. He hadn’t noticed it until then. She was all dressed up and [i]determined[/i] to get someone to dance with her that night, and Laurie had the luck of being her partner. He watched her carefully, and she watched him right back. The playful smirk she wore had a way of making him relax. It wasn’t like anyone was looking at the two of them with so many other people around.

When she started moving, so did he. It was infectious. He watched her gaze, and then her hips. He couldn’t help a shy giggle when he realized how well they were synced up. Maybe it was the music. He thought he had to be in some sort of altered state to truly enjoy those intoxicating rhythms, repetitive and fierce, but they were getting into his sober mind just as well. Or maybe it was just having Lily’s body so close to him, jiggling along to every thump of bass. When she went down, he went down, bouncing back up with similar elegance. That brought them a little closer.

The only part of their dance he didn’t see coming was her going in for a hug. That wasn’t part of the dance, at least at first. She was just the right height to squish him right into her cleavage where he stood. Her exposed skin was smooth and firm against his face. He didn’t resist, of course. Instead, he nestled in and let her hold him, hooves moving seemingly all on their own. Smothered snugly between a pair of hefty tits, he breathed her while they continued their dance, growing more intimate, more aroused with every step, every beat.

He wasn’t even sure why he started thrusting. Was that her somehow guiding him to do so, or was it just coming out of him? He found himself tenting his skirt in the process of bumping up against her body. She certainly didn’t discourage some grinding. He found a spot against one of her thick thighs and just kept rubbing, all without losing his rhythm. For the most part. Anytime he stumbled, she was there to hold him a little tighter and get him back into the groove. That she did it all with a cute little doe boi nestled between her tits didn’t make her any less coordinated.

The dance wasn’t exactly relaxing, and the body heat of everyone else around them meant that exertion was obvious on her thick skin before long. Laurie got to feel her sweating on him where he was tucked away between her breasts. He reflexively sniffed, and it didn’t take long after that for him to start licking. Maybe that was part of the dance too, slurping her clean so generously. She had her hands on him the whole time, groping down his back, feeling along his slim sides and curves, eventually taking him by the hips to help guide him into humping her just right. It didn’t take her long to return the favour.

Squeezing, groping, rubbing on each other, they moved as one until Laurie was too horny to hold back a little bleat of excitement. It was muffled by her bust, and too quiet to hear over the wall of rising sound, but he blushed anyway. Just for good measure. He’d spent minutes between her breasts, nuzzling them, tasting them, adoring them, but he needed a bit of air. She pulled him back and twirled him around as he panted and sputtered a little, gasping towards the other dancers. A quick glimpse of the bodies around him in the flickering lights revealed frozen images of indulgence every bit as intimate as what he and Lily were doing - and plenty of pairs or trios who were getting even more intense about it.

Laurie briefly ogled at the sight of a pair who were definitely outright fucking on the dance floor in between flashes of light. Nobody was stopping them. It didn’t even seem all that unusual. Good. He couldn’t admire them for long before Lily nabbed him and turned him around again. This time, she was swinging her hips and pushing him to his knees. She didn’t have to force him. He dropped down quite willingly, even when it meant her slowly tenting skirt was rising up and over his whole head.

Away he went, tucked away once more, engulfed and partly hidden under the big hot horse’s skirt to leave him snugly smothered in a pair of truly enormous balls. Of course she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He was free to mop up her sweat with his face without anything getting in the way. That was exactly what he did. He licked her nuts until he had her taste firmly printed into his senses, and then he kept on going. Lily never even lost her rhythm. She was still moving, up and down, back and forth, smothering him all the more deeply until his whole world was spinning.

The longer he lingered down there, the more turned on he got. She was feeling the same way. Even if she was so much bigger and more impressive than him, there was no denying how good a doe tongue felt. Laurie knew that much. He made her tent that skirt until there was nothing that could have been called remotely decent. That kneeling boi wasn’t exactly discrete anymore when she was flashing her stiff, blunt-tipped horsecock to everyone around her. Laurie didn’t bother to look and see if anyone was watching them. He kept right on licking, still focusing on those plump nuts until the horse’s natural motions guided him naturally upwards, licking all along the underside of her dick, along every vein, along the middle ring, tasting every humid detail until he was at the top.

A nice, messy kiss on a leaking cumslit left his muzzle sloppy with a whole excess of juices clinging to his fur. He gave her a drippy smile and she snorted approvingly. Her whole body was heaving with sweaty lust, putting out a scent to mingle with all the others yet ever do distinct to him. Slowly licking his lips with his eyes all shiny and his own skirt all but inverted by how stiff he was, bulging in the girly undies he wore underneath, he didn’t say a thing. He simply waited for her to tell him exactly what she had in mind for a cutie like him.

“Well now ye gone and woke it up.” She winked at him. “Got a few ideas for you, to be honest. Why don’t you come up here and we’ll see where the music guides me?”

She reached for him with both hands, flicking her tail from side to side with the beat. Everything she did, she did in time to the rising and falling sounds overpowering everything else around them. Laurie took both of her hands and felt her fondly squeeze. Even standing there in front of her, dick on display, precum leaking through his panties, entire body trembling, he could only give her a shy, affectionate smile. Whatever she desired, he was exactly the kind of doe to help satisfy her need.

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“First off. Let’s see it.”

If Lily leaned forward just right, she could lift Laurie’s skirt with just her cock. He hardly needed the help tenting it anymore, but feeling her nudging her stiff shaft against his own bulge was enough to make him nearly topple. She caught him by the wrists before he could fall. When he was properly stable again, he worked to wiggle out of his cute little undies and show off his own dick for Lily’s scrutiny. It was throbbing hard, filled out to its fullest size Laurie had ever seen, but he still found his eyes flitting off to the side. There was just no comparing his to someone like her.

His expression must have given away his feelings. Lily offered her warmest of smiles.

“Ah, don’t look so embarrassed. It’s cute. You wanna fuck mine with it?”

Laurie tipped his head, uncertain if he’d actually heard her correctly. There was plenty of noise around them.

“You mean like, from behind?”

“Nah. I mean put your dick in my dick.”

Her nonchalant smile just threw Laurie off all the more. “Ohhh. Does that even feel good?”

“For me? Yeah. For you, [i]definitely.[/i]”

She rubbed on him a few times, letting him feel the warmth of her hefty, solid horsecock. He wasn’t even sure where to start with such a thing.

“How?”

“C’mere. Up ye get. I’ll hold you in the spot. Done this plenty of times with those your size.”

Pulling him a little closer eventually allowed her to scoop him right up. His butt always made for a good handle, and she gripped those cheeks tight to bring him closer and closer to her face. For a moment it looked like she was just going to suck his dick, but instead she gave him a soft kiss on the belly, pushing her slick-tipped cock right against his own. He didn’t have to do a thing other than to be extra eager for her. When she lined it up just right, he felt that delicious [i]schlick[/i] of his inches delving into hers, bottoming out all in one long, wet dive.

She was right. With the flexes of her own arousal pulsing around his dick, massaging him from every angle, squeezing out a mess of precum to drench his balls in scent and heat, he was instantly in heaven. He was trembling in her grasp, desperately looking for something to hold onto. Eventually he managed to stay relatively balanced by planting his palms firmly on her shoulders, bending himself over, and pointing his dick straight down her own. That left his middle prime for nuzzling and licking, even when it made him ticklishly giggle, but the pleasure all wrapped around his shaft was worth some teasing.

“What do ... what do I do?”

“Just follow your instincts. Give it a good thump. You’re not gonnae hurt me. Hear, you hear the music picking up? Listen close.”

Laurie felt it as much as he heard it. The bass was hypnotic, starting at a slow pulse, building to a steady slam. Following it was an intimidating prospect, but he felt that horsecock squeezing his dick in rhythm, and so he just started thrusting. The first one almost stopped him before he could really get started, just swimming in the sensations of that slick, hot inner flesh stroking and massaging him from tip to balls. He could have shot his load right there, but he braced his slim body to drive into her just as firmly as she wanted it.

Hearing her snort with pleasure, puffing hot air onto his belly, he knew he was doing a good job. He had to keep going, even if he was shaking, even if he was feeling weak all over. She had him tightly by the butt, but his entire body felt like it was fighting with imminent collapse after just a few sloppy strokes. The juices she was making drizzled out and poured down her shaft, adding some extra shine under the lights. She moved her body to the beat and squeezed his butt, making it all the harder for him to balance when she was bouncing, bobbing, swaying, swinging her long tail around. It didn’t take her long before she was thrusting back.

A whimper projected down her sweat-glistening back was all Laurie could provide. He couldn’t stop for anything. Not when Lily was making such nice sounds for him. Her speaking voice made it easy to forget she was a singer. That beautiful, recognizable tone rang out through the club once he really started going with her. He felt like such a stud, even when he was balls-deep in her much bigger dick, just to hear her moaning like that. It was an original song, all for him, backed by the slippery, squelching sound of his cock helping squeeze the prejizz out of hers.

“Just keep going, just like that. You can cum right in my nuts. Fill ‘em up. [i]Do it.[/i]”

She interrupted her song for that, but was right back to her musical moaning after those surprisingly firm instructions. Laurie was going to do his very best. He felt the fatigue, but pleasure had a way of overriding that entirely. Pushing his body past his limits, he fucked that smooth, sleek cockslit until he felt his balls tap against Lily’s flaring tip just right. All it took was that little bump. The way the horse was squeezing on him as if to milk him, as if to drain his balls of everything he had wasn’t helping. Bottoming out with his booty high in the air, and his open mouth bleating above the sea of bodies, he let it all go and shot his spunk as hard and deep inside Lily's big fat cock as he could.

The way she squeezed on him, it was like he could feel her gulping it all down. She sucked his cock dry with the constant pressure, the constant massage from all sides, until the doe was left twitching and whimpering, overstimulated to his very core. He did exactly as she told him. Sending that cum right down to her balls made them just a little bit heavier, made them flex and clench up tighter, smoother, pulling extra close to her body. Her flare expanded to its full size, her veins bulged, and she sealed ever so tight around his cock he couldn‘t have pulled back if he wanted to.

“Good doe. Now right back at ye. Get ready.”

That must have been a joke. There was no getting ready for that. At least he didn't have to worry about falling when she slowly brought him down to the dance floor to lay him out and overtake him. Her bulky form meant he was safe from stomping feet. But not from her. She fucked his cock right back, driving it in and out of her with her slow, powerful strokes. The song was slower, but the passion burned just as brightly in those final moments. Laurie wasn’t sure where all that cum was supposed to [i]go[/i]. She was gripping him so tightly, going to tense, and by her snorting, nickering, neighing cries of climax, she wasn’t going to hold anything back.

The initial rush of heat overwhelmed him. His cock was drenched in cum from the very first shot. Some of it naturally squirted out around his dick, splashing over his fur, painting the flashing floor in her spunk. Yet when she was that tight around him, some of it was going to end up inside of him. It was only fair. He shot his load in her balls, and she did it right back, returning all that cum to sender what felt like a dozen times over. He’d barely made her nuts wobble. When she was cumming that hard, she made his sack swell in seconds, until it was sloshing between the poor doe’s trembling legs.

Feeling them grow more and more eventually left Laurie’s expression shifting from awed to overwhelmed. His balls went extra tight, stretched to their limit, tripled in size so they barely fit between his thighs. Only then did Lily pull back, and what a mess she made. Nobody around them was safe from a little splashing, but they wouldn’t have been dancing near her if they were afraid of that. Laurie took the brunt of it. Lily made sure of it. She [i]slurked[/i] her cock off his, and held it in both hands so she could point the tip right at his face, even if it meant making him [i]vanish[/i].

Thankfully the doe got his eyes closed before the torrent hit him in the face. His mouth was less lucky. He ended up guzzling her spunk when he wasn’t simply wearing it, engulfed by a blanket of sheer, smooth, silky cream. She didn’t miss a detail. The entire of the deer ended up engulfed by the steaming waterfall of fresh horse jizz painting him from hair to belly to bloated balls. Only his lower legs remained relatively dry. She just kept going, kept milking her cock and cumming all over him as if she’d managed to multiply everything he’d given him. Somehow, it never felt like drowning, even when he was sputtering to the surface between gigantic ropes of splashing seed.

His ears were clogged, but from the vibrations passing through the floor, he swore he heard an entire song go by before she finally trickled off and dripped all over the abstract canvas she’d made of him. It was so heavy that he wasn’t even sure he could move. He was grateful for the quick swipe of her hand across his cum-soaked mouth and nose to make sure he could breath. Gasping, wheezing, coughing a little, he remained where he was, groaning when he found his voice, faintly writhing when the sensation came back in his legs. All the cum on him was burdensome enough, but his balls were so damn heavy he could hardly bear it. Not because it hurt. It felt [i]good[/i].

“Lookit you, like a little lost doe in a snowy wood. Let’s get you off the floor before someone slips in the puddle of you.”

She took him by the hand, and when that wasn’t adequate to drag him up from the depths of his cum bath, she used both. It didn’t matter to her that pulling him into her arms meant getting her own cum all over her and her outfit. She was probably used to making a mess of herself. The dripping, drooling, ball-bloated deer dangled in her embrace, but she didn’t let that stop her. Dragging him along the dance floor, leaving a trail of fresh cum, she eventually helped him settle into one of the booths.

Panting, audibly dripping, giving the occasional flinch or whimper as he just tried to process how much he’d enjoyed himself with her, he sat recovering, huffing steam while her scent soaked so deeply into his fur she might as well have tattooed him with rich, refined horse musk. Yet despite it all, he returned her smile when she gave him one. His voice was quiet enough she had to lean in to hear him.

“Did I do good?”

Lily snorted to even hear him ask that. “Laurie, lass. You’re one of the best dance partners I’ve ever had. Filling out that bloody survey turned out to be one of my best decisions in an age.”

The deer couldn’t help but grin at the praise. “You mean that?”

“I always mean what I say, or I wouldn’t say it.” She reached over to tussle his hair, which was more of a squish of cum into his scalp, but appreciated nonetheless. “Love having me an audience, but maybe next time we can spend a little more time alone. Just two of us, somewhere romantic.”

“I’d like that. A lot.” He almost drifted off into blissful dreaming before he finished his sentence, already picturing all the fun he could have with a hot, horny horse who liked him so much, and who had such devious, wonderful ideas for him.

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When she took him by the hand again, twirling him with the music once it had finally grown more downtempo, Laurie was already content. He could have danced with the lovely horse. He did a few spins and ended up in her arms, backed right against that stiff cock. Wiggling his butt against it only made it pulse harder. A little splash of precum dribbled down his back. Maybe he was going to end up regretting that when the music started kicking back up. The beat was rising, and so was their mutual anticipation.

Though she was a lot bigger than him, Lily didn’t look especially strong at a glance. That didn’t stop her from scooping him right up in her arms like he weighed nothing. Which, compared to her, he didn’t, not really. She held him close while he squirmed, kicking his legs in the air playfully. It wasn’t exactly a dance on his part anymore. He was too worked up to keep to the rhythm, but of course Lily never lost it, guiding him, carrying him, sticking her big fat cock right up under his skirt so she could prod his butt with it. Laurie left wondering if it was even a good idea to offer himself to a woman that hung. He [i]did[/i] enjoy walking, after all.

Yet when he felt Lily’s lusty grinding push up against that slight barrier of his clinging undergarments, he could only think to help out. Maybe it was the feeling of her breasts and belly against his back, the heat of her breath puffing on his neck, or the sheer throbbing pressure of her cock and the flexing flare bulging underneath his pert cheeks. She needed it just as much as he did. The best he could do to help was to reach down and get a thumb in his panties so he could pull them down his thighs and give her full access to a taut, warm hole.

When there was that much noise around them, Laurie was free to scream and moan as much as he liked. He held nothing back. It felt good to empty his lungs to the sensation of getting a stiff, blunt horsecock pushed inside of him, slowly, slickly. She moved her grip downwards as she went, eventually taking him by the hips, letting his legs stick straight up in the air for a better angle. His hooves weren’t anywhere near the floor. She wasn’t even gripping him that tightly. Instead, the sheer strength of her cock alone kept him upright, like he was a puppet. One who made all sorts of silly bleaty sounds for her the deeper she penetrated him.

She just kept going, bulging Laurie’s belly with the veiny outline of a throbbing, flaring horsecock stretching out his insides. Yet despite her pushing his tight ring to the limit, he never complained. Maybe a little whimper now and then, but that was just him adjusting. She humped and wiggled some herself, pushing, stuffing, stretching. Her dick felt like it was endless until Laurie felt the unexpected tap of her spit-shined balls pressing against this rear. That impressed even him. He didn’t intend to take her all the way, but relaxing and submitting to her urges was all it took.

“Look at you. Such a good doe you’re like a condom.”

Her praise made him blush somehow even more than he already was. He closed his eyes and sang an off-key song of pure pleasure just to have her inside of him like that. Though he had had to open them again when he felt her let go of his hips and simply hold him there, full weight supported by her hard shaft. That was just showing off. So too was slowly swinging her hips from side to side, just to make sure everyone saw him impaled there, moaning and wiggling. She could only take a few seconds of that before wrapping him up in her arms and squeezing him to her chest once more.

Laurie found a familiar, comfy spot between her breasts, this time from behind. With a tighter grip on him, she could actually start [i]fucking[/i] him. Laurie had never been so thankful to hear the song slip into a slowdance. There was still some prominent bass coming through the many speakers, but the rhythm was slow, letting Lily ease him into things with a slow, careful pounding. Those long, deep strokes of her hips while she squished him closer to her soft body with a hug massaged his every single pleasure button until he was simply staring off into the strobing lights in total awe. How did getting his butt fucked make all those colours so much prettier?

He was dripping all over the floor, spurting precum so far he worried about getting it on one of the other dancers. In a place like that, nobody probably would have minded. They certainly weren’t bothering the two of them. In the flashes, he saw the approving expressions of some who’d turned to watch. Nobody was scandalized by the sight of the horse blatantly fucking him to the beat. They probably all knew her anyway. He just hoped he was putting on a good performance, flopping about, sometimes arching his back into her thrusts, but mostly just [i]taking[/i] it. That he wasn’t tapping out was probably all Lily and everyone else expected of him anyway.

There was a drop coming. He could feel the intensity rising in song and sex alike. There were more lights, more colours, and more deep, hard thrusts from the horse. Just the way her balls beat up against his backside was making him slightly sore, but he was ready to get bruised for a ride like that. He just hoped he could contain his own pleasure when she really started going at him. Faster and faster, and never any softer. A squelching thump stuffing him and stretching to his limits kept those nuts spanking him, kept that flare flexing inside of him, stimulating him, milking him, making him drip. Not much longer, and he was going to blow his load all over everyone in the vicinity. That was when the DJ hit the lights.

Oh. It wasn’t quite as skull-shattering as he expected. All that anticipation released into a deep, ascendantly chill groove he didn’t expect. That didn’t mean Lily was any less into it. She took him and turned with him, swinging him around on her cock, rocking to the sound of the deep, rolling bass thrumming through their bodies. He could feel the rattle in his bones, and she was the source as much as the many speakers, fucking him tenderly to the sound of a transcendent experience, pressing her lips right up to one of his ears so he could feel all her moans and nickers of pleasure alike. It took her a few deep breaths before she found her voice.

“I think I need you. Maybe to keep you for a little while. Your thoughts?”

She was asking. Laurie was certain she could have just [i]done[/i] whatever she wanted and he would have been a good doe and rolled with it, but she was kind enough to ask first. Except he wasn’t actually sure what she was getting at. There were plenty of ways to keep someone. Maybe she sensed his confusion, because she soon went on.

“Not like a pet. Pondering something more personal. Something more intimate. Wouldn’t you agree you’d look better as part of my cock? For a few days. Maybe longer.”

She could just [i]do[/i] that? He had questions. None of them needed answers. She was the one waiting for his, and he could only give it through a little clench and a toss of his head to flick his hair around, moaning to the point of nearly shrieking his one word response.

“Yessssss.”

She patted him on the butt.

“That’s a good lass. You leave the rest to me.”

Getting things started meant slowing down a little. From a steady, manageable thumping, she moved instead to a soothing inner massage that left him melting into her embrace. For a moment, it felt like it had already started, but he was fully intact, fully himself, just with a horsecock slowly pushing in and out beneath his short tail. That steady inner massage kept him just on the edge of a peak, but he held back, knowing there was something even better coming. It wasn’t easy. Sometimes he had to bite his lip, or just scrunch his eyes shut extra tight just so he could enjoy the anticipation that much more. He was so focused on that, he didn’t even notice the feeling of numbness creeping up from his hooves.

It wasn’t unusual at first. They were always like that. Except that time, they were more so. It was much more pleasant than his legs falling asleep. Instead, it was something more like the feeling of total relaxation that came with a long, hot soak in a bath. There was something deeply mechanical about the track that came on, which fit with Lily’s current rhythm. She kept that pace mathematically precise, fucking him into herself, and only when Laurie realized his legs weren’t bobbing along with her powerful motions anymore did he notice he was [i]transforming.[/i]

Everything felt so much better than he expected. He’d been worried it might have been frightening to merge with someone like that. Yet for every sensation he lost, he gained a new one. He couldn’t move his lower legs anymore, but turning into Lily’s cock meant she got to share her own feelings of pleasure. The clench and flex of her balls, churning up a load of cum to pump into him - or [i]through[/i] him - only added to his overall pleasure. He couldn't hold it back anymore. His cock was twitching, sending trembles right down his fusing thighs, a twitch through the tail sinking into the luscious shiny horsecock so sensually consuming him. Just a few more seconds and -

Instead of finding that release he was aching for, he felt that surge of ecstasy pump right up Lily’s shaft instead. She spurted out a splat of precum inside him about as big as his own load would have been. Yet instead of feeling denied, or like his orgasm had ruined, he got all wrapped up in the rising pleasure that came with fucking him. If she was even inside of him anymore. He let his arms flop down to his sides, still in control of those for the moment, but not for much longer. Laurie gave himself up to her, head tilted back, moaning towards the distant ceiling until those sounds were more of a gargle when the horse’s leaking cumslit and the doe’s mouth briefly were one and the same.

Surely people must have been at least a little shocked by the sight of the deer disappearing into the horse’s dick, but Laurie couldn’t do a thing to check. There was so little left of him that didn’t belong to Lily. The horse gave a mighty snort when the features of the doe’s pretty face started to merge with her flaring cock. She wasn’t fucking anything for long, just jerking her own shaft with both hands, and Laurie felt every single throb, every single touch of the fingers sliding up and down her pre-lubed length. The trembling ecstasy rising and rising was something they shared. Lily didn’t even have time to find someone else to fuck. She was just going to have to treat herself.

She certainly didn’t care if she was testing the limits of the club’s lewdness policy. A horse like her was pretty damn good at sucking herself off. She pushed her cock between her tits and crouched down low, stuffing the blunt head of her dick between her lips. Laurie felt every suck, every slurp, and he liked to think he even helped contribute to just how hard she was. Her dick was thicker, her balls were plumper, and she was gushing so much precum into her own mouth she was already gulping. Laurie’s entire being trembled and pulsed, existing only to provide pleasure, revelling in the shared ecstasy despite being locked away and muted as part of her cock.

Lily didn’t just go for the tip by the time she was done. She delved down as deep as she could reach, sucking herself to the medial ring, deepthroating her own cock until she simply had no choice but to drink all the cum the doe helped her produce. Every nerve was lit up with mutual pleasure, leaving Laurie moaning into the void, unable to make a sound, but certainly able to ensure Lily’s dick flexed extra hard and bulged extra taut to pump out as much cum as they could possibly produce, together. All that thick, hot horse spunk went straight into Lily’s belly, sucked down from the source, leaving Laurie to share in the absolute bliss that came with an orgasm like that.

Even in the aftermath, with Lily’s lips all slick and her gut sloshing, she was still stiff. Laurie couldn’t calm himself down, and neither could the horse he was part of. She snorted loudly when she [i]slurked[/i] off her own cock, leaving it dripping and glistening. Dripping on the floor, she rose, flinching when she flexed so hard it made her lose her balance. A few pats on the dick were the same fond touches she’d given Laurie, and her voice was as clear as ever despite the doe’s current predicament.

“Be sure to get you back to normal before long so I can have some more fun with that cute butt. Just needed ye in me tonight. Sure you don’t mind.”

He thought about how best to respond to her. Though they were part of the same body, she couldn’t read his mind. But perhaps she could feel his energy. Focusing on just how turned on that thought made him, he ended up making her throb hard as his means of a response. She snorted and gave herself a squeeze near the base, right where Laurie’s rump had been when she was still thumping him.

“That’s a good doe. Now let’s have some more fun. We’re gonnae have such a good time together.”

Everywhere she went, he got to indulge in the same pleasures, made all the more intense by their fusion. He felt the jiggle of her extra heavy balls with her every trotting step. When she swayed and danced, he felt the air rushing over her bare, stiff dick. It didn’t take her long to find someone else to grind on. Whoever they were, their fur was soft and smooth, silky to the touch when Lily started blatantly rubbing against them like they were a rag. Every throb made for an extra juicy spurt of precum, gushing it out all over Lily’s new dance partner. They must have been a cat, because Laurie found himself delighting in the feeling of a warm, rumbling purr resonating through the dick that was his whole existence, adding extra stimulation to every warm, wet rub.

The lips, and then the tingly tongue of Lily’s partner on the dance floor were almost too intense for Laurie. He certainly couldn’t scream in pleasure, but he could make Lily spurt hard all over that soft feline’s face and tits. Though he couldn’t see a thing, the sensations alone somehow tipped off that it was a leopardess Lily was humping. Or maybe he just caught the word moaned at some point. He was pretty sure he knew who that was, but the exact identity of that rumbling cat didn’t matter. All that did was how [i]good[/i] it felt to share in Lily’s lust for her.

Shoving her prey-engorged dick right between a pair of breasts just as big as her own, Lily started bucking and thrusting with a certain level of ferocity she hadn’t shown before. Maybe she was just extra worked up, or maybe part of that was Laurie’s own desires doubling her own. The doe wanted to [i]fuck[/i], to splash and soak someone pretty in rich layers of horse jizz, and he got his wish when Lily bent that pretty kitty over something solid and started stretching her out around that extra juicy cock.

The warmth, the sweet heat and wetness pouring all over Lily’s cock was far too much for one doe to soak up. He got to feel every single detail of that sleek, smooth pussy all wrapped around the veins and details of a huge equine cock. The flexes and pulses passing through the new dance partners sent Laurie into a haze, overstimulated but loving it. His contribution was a whole mess of precum spurting deep into the leopard’s womb. She was going to get sloshed and stretched before they even finished that rough, sloppy breeding to the beat. The music sealed the big cat’s fate. The DJ was going for the big finale, and Laurie was right there throbbing with the rhythm while he got shoved in and out of a gushing, flooded kitty cunt.

Clutching her partner, thrusting hard, Lily lost herself in the experience. Her body was her guide - and so was Laurie, driving her on from within, making her harder, making her needier, making her rut that cat all the harder, even when it meant getting some feisty [i]mrawls[/i] in response. The clenching, the tensing of all those muscles, the bulging of that cock, the sheer volume of juices pouring through it and dripping out of the feline, it all left Laurie wrapped up, unable to process what he was going through. His very existence was ecstasy, greater even than the climax Lily had sucking herself off. That tight pussy milking them both meant the cat got every single drop of Lily’s prey-churned spunk inside of her.

The splatter of release, the filling, bloating belly of the cat, then the mess they made when the leopard overflowed and painted the floor along with Lily’s thighs, it was all thanks to Laurie. The deer soaked in the feeling of being such a good doe for Lily, helping her cream that cat dumb. Eventually, the leopard slipped off that flared, flexing cock, still squirting a lingering orgasm while Lily all but buried her in cum. A puddle of spotty feline buried under a blanket of fresh spunk, faintly mewling and groaning was the end result, and Lily wasn’t done until both she and Laurie managed to calm down.

That was when the music was quiet once more. Some of the lights came on, and a chill beat overtook the climactic thunder that had marked the sloppy finish. Lily glistened under the brighter lights, dick slowly softening but still very much on display. She tucked it under her skirt as best she could, but there was no hiding it. Not with the extra girth Laurie had contributed. She looked down and just shrugged. Nothing she could do about that. A few fond strokes and squeezes while she softened tempted Laurie to make her firm up again, but he was far too drained, mind blown by what he’d experienced. Lily’s drooling cock contained him, was his everything, for as long as she wished. Just in case he had any lingering doubts, she whispered to him over the lingering noise.

“See ya when you get tired of being there. I’ll know when I feel it. Thanks for the date, Laurie.”

Trotting out of the club, looking entirely indecent, still sweating and dripping other fluids, Lily stepped into the night, the cool air giving the doe a slight shock. He was going to experience everything she did for the next long while, and it was going to be so much better for her with him there. It was so exciting that he even found himself wondering if going back was necessary. Maybe that was where he was always meant to be when it felt that good.