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“Willy? Willy, where are you,” Joe hissed, his eyes adjusting to light (or rather, lack thereof) in the hallway. The only reason why this big blue bull wasn’t worried about stomping through some stranger’s house was because more than anything, he was annoyed. His little bear boyfriend had been in here for a half an hour and wasn’t responding to his texts, which really only meant the one thing: despite constant assurances that this was a quick in-and-out social call (buying acid), Willy was probably in the middle of blowing whoever lived here. Not that Joe minded, but he had stuff to do--plus, the bull had been fighting to ignore a constant stiffy all day. If anyone needed to cum right now, it was him!

It was making the bull snort simply thinking about it, but instead of rubbing his dick through his pants (anymore, that is) he figured he’d continue looking for his wayward bear instead. Where was he, or the person who lived here for that matter? The front door was unlocked, but there was no one in the foyer, or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom? It left only one place to check, and the thin trail of smoke and soft light coming out from under the bedroom door all but confirmed the bull’s suspicions.

So the bull stopped his stomping, and instead slowly sneaked his way down the rest of the hall, ears perked as high as they could get. His face soured a little when he heard muffled talking on the other side of the bedroom door, but otherwise he kept his cool. He could really smell the smoke as he approached the threshold; it smelled like there was a skunk in there, but despite telling himself it was too much, the bull’s tail flicked about in interest. Unintelligible noises slowly took the shape of words as Joe leaned his head towards the crack between the frame and the door, and what he heard made his face red.

“That’s right, just relax… Let yourself go, my little slut,” the stranger’s soft voice made Joe shiver, from the tip of his horns down to the tip of his cock, “Trust me, trussst meeee…” Why did hearing all that make Joe so flush? He wasn’t sure, but he could practically see the fanged mouth saying the words. Singing them through a haze of smoke, as claws found purchase on a little bear’s neck… Joe shook himself, stuffed his dick back into his pants, and remembered why he was here. Little bear, right. Gotta grab his little bear so he can take him home. The bull strained his ears for a moment, just to really make sure Willy was in there, but he couldn’t hear hide nor hair of that bea-oh wait. Yes, Joe recognized those muffled moans. That was definitely Willy with his mouth full of dick.

Joe snorted again and crossed his arms, doing his best to ignore the enormous boner that was threatening to bust his pants apart. Yes, it was hot thinking of his little bear choking on someone’s cock, but dammit, he was horny! He’d been horny all day, painfully so, especially after so much teasing from his bear--so much assurance that he’d “Get this ass later babe,” only to watch those thick hips sashay out of the room, hmmph. The bull’s hips bucked, and the pant leg he stuffed his cock into got damp. So horny. Throbbing so much, his heartbeat getting faster and faster as his dick jumped in time with the subtle thrusting of his hips, he was going to make that bear scream-

Enough! Enough, thought the bull. He needed to calm himself down now, he was getting far too worked up. He tried focusing on his breathing, on making sure his huge chest rose and fell slowly, calmly... but all that did was bring his attention to how hard his nipples had gotten, followed by thoughts of them being tugged by clawed hands, and teased by sharp teeth. Leaking, even. Subconsciously, the bull’s hands drifted down to his throbbing bulge, and began to rub.

So fucking horny, Joe couldn’t help it. Despite standing in some stranger’s hallway (without permission, no less), one hand was on his cock while another grabbed his tit, his snout eagerly sniffing up the scent of weed and sex. His mind was overcome with thoughts of Willy getting railed, his oversized nuts slamming into the bear’s ass with every thrust; making the bear squeal into a pillow as he reached the base, his stomach distending ever so slightly from the size of Joe’s monster dick; cum pouring out the bear’s gaped ass as Joe’s looooong thing shlorped out. Joe’s meat throbbing, throbbing, so much he could hear it, the throb in his ears, each one more wordless encouragement.

Joe squeezed his big nuts, and barely restrained his moo. He could still hear that stranger in there, cooing into his bear’s ear, the wet sound of Willy bear’s lips sliding up and down a long cock. The soft sigh of smoke exhaling through a snout in absolute pleasure. Joe could almost see it, feel it even. That wicked smile, the heat from this stranger’s crotch, his commanding stare… Should he be jerking off in this stranger’s hallway? His dick throbbed angrily, and the answer was clear: why not? He was just, just…

So horny. He should be the one draining himself in that slutty little bear. He should be using this huge, muscular body of his to slam Willy face down into the bed. He should be the one smoking that big weed cigar he smells, sitting back and getting his dick wet! He’s a beast, he’s a monster, he’s throbbing so hard, he’s, he’s…

“A stud,” the hyena said with a smile, blowing a thick ring of smoke in the bull’s direction.

“A stud,” Joe repeated, color splashing across his vision as the smoke ring broke across his snout. The sound of the door closing behind him shook him out of his daze, red appearing on his cheeks the instant he realized where he was. Something was wrong... how had he gotten in here? It was so hard to remember through the haze of smoke in his head, or the warmth in his crotch. His dick throbbed, and the thought scattered. It kept trying to come back and rouse his sense of self-preservation, but every time another throb dispelled it, and every time it took longer to resurface.

“Studs don’t need pants,” the hyena said dreamily, waving his hand this way and that as he reclined on the bed. The ember from his blunt made the loveliest, shimmeriest trail, swimming through the air like a snake and wrapping around the neck of Willy bear, whose sputtering snout was between the hyena’s legs. The sight of the little bear’s ass shaking made the bull’s dick get so hard his pants started to strain, and loudly.

“Studs don’t need pants,” the bull slurred. His massive, muscular body flexed, and his pants ripped right off, underwear too. Now free, his gigantic bull dick bounced dangerously in front of him, leaking great gobs of precum all over the floor. The hyena’s wicked chuckling made the bull squirm, and blink. Naked in a stranger’s bedroom, being eyed up like a cut of meat... Shouldn’t I be worried, Joe mused? Throb. No, I’m a stud.

“Studs need to breed,” the hyena suggested. He leaned forward, lifted his clawed hand high, and then smacked Willy’s butt so hard the bear squealed into his crotch. The shaking fat on each cheek, how it captured the bull’s gaze. So heavy, so thick for such a little bear, capable of taking on even a beast like himself… Joe’s feet moved him forward, and his hammerhead dick swayed dangerously closer to the bear’s plump rear. The scent of smoke tickled the bull’s nose, and some drool splashed onto the ring of flesh in the middle of his cock. It felt so good it made the bull shiver himself back into reality. Wait, fucking on this stranger’s bed, wasn’t that-Throb. Joe was so horny, so fucking horny. Nothing else mattered. He wanted this ass, needed it. Needed to cum, it’s what studs do.

“Studs... needs to breeds,” Joe repeated dumbly. His dickhead fell between the bear’s cheeks with a wet smack, and the ursine’s back arched. The bed creaked beneath Joe’s powerful body--he was kneeling on it now, closer than ever to the hyena’s glowing gaze, smokey smile, smile of a predator-Throb. He needed to fuck. Needed to slam that bouncing ass, wreathed by smoke. The bull’s entire dick got so slick as he slid his dripping meat back and forth between those cheeks, Willy’s little hole flexing with need the whole time. Throb. Need, need. He needed this ass. Needed to fuck, needed to, needed to…

“A stud needs to...” the hyena said with a goading smile.

“Need… Need…” What did he need? Joe could swear there was something. Cock, warmth, his bear… Yes, needs his bear. Needs his bear, needs to get him home, right, home! His eyelids popped up, only to sink right back down. Even as his conscious mind swam above the warm hypnosis he was sinking into, his lips felt as heavy as lead. But he just needed to say it, to focus...

“Need.. to go, goooo-mmf!”

The poor bull was so close. The thought had finally found purchase, despite his dick throbbing so angrily he could cum any moment. The hyena knew that look though, and more importantly, knew what to do about it. The moment intelligence flashed behind the bull’s gaze the hyena leaned forward, grabbed the bull by the neck, and blew a cloud of smoke directly down the beast’s throat, not even bothering to take the blunt out of his mouth. In an instant, all the bad thoughts in the bull’s head were washed away in a wave of warmth that made the his cock ache. His jaw went slack, and his tongue hung from his mouth as the hyena pressed his forehead against his newest acquisition’s.

“Studs need to fuck,” he growled, as the colors in his eyes coated the bull’s brain.

“Studs, studs need, mmmmfff, mmmmrooo!” The bull couldn’t contain himself, and didn’t even get a chance to shove himself into the bear’s eager hole. His cock shot like a hose, blasting the bear across the back, as well as the hyena all over his front. Hitting hard, heavy, weighing upon their bodies as the bull moaned and moaned and cummed and cummed. Cumming until there was nothing in between those ears besides colors and smoke, until he was nothing but stiff and at attention, still as a statue. Smiling, staring, not a thought in his head… the perfect stud. His slick black dick twitched, still just as hard.

“Mmmm, mhmhmm,” the hyena chuckled to himself, flicking a particularly large rope of cum off his front, “Eager, weren’t we stud?” The word plucked a string in the bull’s head, and his smile, somehow, got wider. His cock twitched again. The hyena couldn’t stop snickering, even as he pulled the bear off his cock.

“Who’s my good little bear, hmmm? Hmmm?” He laughed and gave the bear’s cheek a smack, letting the mindless cocksucker fall to the side.

“Good bait. As for you…” the hyena, still covered in cum, crawled over to the bull, who was still kneeling at attention. His dick had finally begun to soften, though it was no less heavy in the hyena’s paw as he hefted it.

“You are here to breed that bitch,” the hyena hissed, the words flossing in one bull ear and out the other, “So you’re not done yet, stud.”

Joe stiffened once more, and so did his cock. He was a stud, yes. Studs are hot. Studs obey. Studs are strong, useful. Yes, the bull realized, he’s a stud, and studs are many things… but more than anything, studs fuck. Joe’s nostrils flared and he grabbed the bear’s ample behind, his dickhead hitting the bear’s taint with a thud.

Studs do many things, the bull knew, and he couldn’t wait to trained for all of them. But most of all they fuck, and he couldn’t wait to show his new owner how well he did that.

“MmmmrooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO!”