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It was a really nice dream.

Patrick tried to chase it, as it involved his dick sliding into something warm and wet. When he looked between his legs, it was some horse girl that kinda looked familiar for some reason. Maybe it was the hair? The short bob cut that her mane was styled into was very familiar, but he couldn't place where he'd seen it before that drew his attention. If it wasn't the hair, it was those piercing green eyes, especially as she stared right at him while slurping over his cock. Or maybe it was the two of them together? It was the weirdest thing, since the hair and the eyes were dissonant with the rest of the horse girl, and the giraffe could not put together why he felt that way until he felt teeth on him. Sharp teeth. Horses don't... have sharp teeth.

Patrick opened his eyes, snorting awake. The giraffe blinked a few times, realizing he was staring at the ceiling. He had been asleep, but... but the warm, wet feeling had persisted. So he looked down.

"There ya are," Nadia said, having slurped off his member. She panted once or twice, her hand sliding up to hold his dick against her palm while nuzzled her cheek against that gently pulsing dick. "I missed my Patrick," the jackal slurred, dipping her head to kiss at the root of him.

Nadia was... well, she was a mess. Her hair was unkempt, mussed. Her cheek fur specifically and face fur in general looked less put together than she usually had it, though that might be a recent development. Patrick didn't see the normally meticulous jackal like this ever, except maybe after a really bad night on the job. But aside of how deliberate she was doing everything, she seemed... fine? Except... no, she was probably drunk, because she definitely smelled like alcohol.

She also smelled like horses. Like multiple horses. The giraffe was beginning to ask what had happened when the night rushed back at him.

New Year's Eve. Markus, their... well, Nadia's friend, had invited a bunch of his friends over. Patrick went around, serving them drinks. Well, mostly hanging around, because, well... Marcus and all his friends, all his horse friends, had taken turns fucking his girlfriend.

Nadia slurped off him again, panting, then slapping her tongue against the base of his cock and licking her way to the top. "Och, love, ain't seen ya this hard in... oh Ah dunno." Again, she rubbed her cheek against his dick, smearing her own saliva across her face. "Ah c'n feel ya pulsin' 'n' throbbin'... Isso warm." She looked up at him, her eyes slightly vacant, but about as focused as she was going to be. "Ya been hidin' this all night fr'm meh?"

He wasn't sure how to answer that. He'd been around. He'd even given out party hats to ring in the new year. It's just... his girlfriend had been busy, especially with two horses inside her at more than one point in the night. At least. And he... he liked watching. He liked seeing her pushed to her limits like that, liked seeing her get roughed up a little like he couldn't do. The giraffe again struggled to reconcile his abject lust for his jackal girlfriend, and the slight pang that he couldn't give her everything she wanted himself. But then... that was why they had Markus.

Patrick didn't know where Markus had gotten all these horses from. He'd hoped either he and Nadia or at least Markus himself had gotten to know them all first (though for whatever reason the thought that Markus had pulled random horses off the street was hotter), but they'd done their job, and were sleeping sprawled in just about any corner. The giraffe had missed the grand finale, he supposed, but apparently his girlfriend was still up.

"You were busy," he managed, just as Nadia and slurped him back into her mouth again. "With... with our guests...!"

The jackal giggled, and he felt her tongue flutter on him as she slurped her way back up again. "Mm, s'pose we were, weren't we?" She was throwing that hot little look at him again, the one he loved and was also slightly terrified by. "But ah cannae let this delicious cock go unattended ta."

"Whuh?" Patrick was occasionally surprised at his girlfriend's strength. She was an exotic dancer, so she kept herself fit, mostly because she had to. Heck, they worked out together every now and then, so it was even less excusable that he could forget that his girlfriend took care of herself. But there were times, like now, when she was obviously drunk or buzzed or something, and she just shoved him further into the couch while she climbed up his body, grabbing tight hold of his cock as she mounted him, that she took his breath away in a more physical manner than usual.

Combine that with the heat from her pussy as she rubbed the head of his penis against her lower lips, and how strong the horse scent dominated the immediate area, Patrick found himself paralyzed until Nadia pushed her hips down, and the giraffe's cock sunk into her depths. And something dripped, sliding down the base of his dick before she ground herself down.

It felt... slippy.

Maybe it was just in his head. But Patrick had experienced the silken heat within Nadia many times (if anything, the addition of Markus led to Nadia being more amorous, not less), and always if he went after Markus, she felt different. Now that a whole bunch of horses had run a train on her, that difference had become magnified in some indescribable way. Except, maybe he could call it... slippy.

A moan expelled from his mouth, and Nadia pressed her forehead against his, looking directly into his eyes. "There's mah boy," she muttered at him, grinding hard into her while cupping his cheeks. Like many times, like the first time, the jackal had transfixed him, turning him into her toy as she stirred herself up with his cock.

Patrick's hands slid up her thighs to grasp at her waist, and her eyes flashed approval. Even now that she got most of her rougher handling from Markus, she still wanted him to be more assertive. So, he grabbed her by her arse, lifting it some while adding some thrusts to her hip motions. It was gratifying to watch his tough, exotic dancer girlfriend flutter her eyes closed as he picked up his pace, moving his own hips to meet her as he relished in those... slippy insides of hers.

"'Has 'sright, Patrick," the jackel slurred. "Fuck me. 'Ere's still a bit o' space where t'horses were, I need ya ta claim it."

Huffing, the giraffe tried to speed up, rushing toward the cliff. "Ugn. I think I'm close...!"

Briefly, Nadia's eyes widened. Then she sat back, forcing her weight onto his legs and making him stop. "No ya don't. We're gonna do this slow, boyo."

With his heart still pumping rapidly, he nodded, his hands moving from her ass. Except she put them right back where they were. "Ya c'n still squeeze, love," she said, as she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his again.

As before, and as with many times, Nadia led. It was her pace they went at, her hips swirling his cock in her slippy insides, grinding into his crotch while he held onto her. And when the giraffe's hands started to cramp from their tight grip, he slid his hands over her back, the warmth of her desire radiating from her. It wasn't often that Patrick had slower sex like this with his carnivore girlfriend, as she often favored the hot and heavy and quick. But sometimes, when he started to pop off a little quick and she could catch him (if she wanted to), she forced this more reduced pace on him. And to conflate those times, those incredibly intimate times, with the heavy scent of the horses that had been so lately ravaging her was an image he couldn't quite forget.

If nothing else, these would be some of the more sexually charged memories he was going to have. The scent of the horses, and the knowledge of what they'd been doing to her – that he'd seen them do to her! – combined with the more normal grunts and pants of their slow, nasty...slippy sex... Patrick felt addled at the intensely erotic stimulation. Enough that he didn't pay as close attention as he could have been, missing some of the more obvious signs of his girlfriend's cresting, simply feeling a renewal of that slippy feeling he'd first felt when he entered her, along with the tight, vice grip of her pussy as it clenched in orgasm. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders until the trembling quieted, and those eyes opened again, laden with desire and fixed on him.

"There's a lad, m'love... now give it." The command, slurred as it was, was nonetheless clear in it's intent. He was to cum now, and the scent and the undercurrent of her own arousal mingled with the pervasive heat and feel of her sex. Patrick tried to prolong it, just to feel those feelings for a touch longer... but he was soon groaning and cumming into the jackal, who's eyes closed as a wide, pleased smile spread across her face. It probably wasn't as prodigious as some of those horses, because he saw that some of them had laid pretty impressive streaks on the black fur of his girlfriend. Maybe it didn't go as deep, but now there was a place inside her that he marked with his seed.

"There's a lad... good boy," Nadia said, pressing him into a lazy kiss. Maybe the sloppiness of the kiss lent it an extra thrill, as he knew how tired she must have been from being fucked nearly all night long. But... she still wanted to have some with him before the end of the night.

Distantly, he heard Big Ben start to toll the hour. "'Appy New Year, love," Nadia said, hugging around his shoulders.

Patrick didn't say anything back initially, a bit shattered in the afterglow. The bell rang three times distantly, and the apartment was left to quiet, broken only by soft snores. One of which, Patrick belatedly realized, was coming from right next to his ear. He checked her and... yep, she was fast asleep.

It was a little bit awkward, but he picked her up from the couch and carried her to bed, making sure to set down a towel before he lay her on it. Once she was situated, he snuggled himself up next to her, draping an arm around her stomach. "Good night," he told her sleeping form, kissing at the back of her neck. "And Happy New Year."