Party Time
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Doug breathed out a sigh as he looked over the results. Another test, another set of the same matches. The stallion leaned back and perked his ears, swishing them one way then the other as he thought. “All these genetic tests and no real result.” He let out an angry snort and leaned back, shoving his palms against his eyes and rubbing.
He paused a moment to glance over at the mirror that hung off his door. It probably didn’t help that he was kind of painfully average. Average build, brown pelt, a black mane that was at medium length, but hey. At least he was above average height. Bonus of being a draft type horse at least. Even if his feathers, the fluffy bits around his wrists and ankles, did get in the way and get in his food at times. Still though, you’d think after all the genetic testing, he’d be able to find some sort of match.
Ear twitched as he heard movement downstairs. His dad cooking dinner or something. Doug wrinkled his nose some and let out another snort. Twenty-one years old and still he won’t tell me about who my mother was. Tried it from all angles too. Needing to know medical history, curious about relatives, mental health, I’ve tried damn near everything short of torture. It would be nice to know before he graduated college.
He could understand if she had died or been an abusive piece of shit. Something, anything! Just something more than, ‘Yeah, she was never in the picture, Kiddo’ or something else his dad would fire off. Another head shake, another deep snort of frustration.
“Doug? What’s got you going all dragon up there?” His dad called from downstairs.
Ear twitched, “Just game frustrating me is all.”
A distant laugh, “As they say, Get Good, I guess.” Then hooves going away from the stairs.
Doug rolled his eyes. As if his father even knew what getting good was. He let out a sigh and rocked back in his chair, eyes closing most of the way. Was there anything he hadn't thought of? Dad was tight-lipped about things. Hell, it was hard to even find college pictures of him. Aunt Katie had shared a few, but only of them early college, or them later college. There was a strange gap about the time that he'd have been born. "Like some big conspiracy," he muttered under his breath, "like an entire year just went fwoosh. Out the window. Maybe eaten by the Langoliers or something."
Ah, Aunt Katie. There was another bag of fish. Not his aunt, not in any sense beyond she was his dad's BFF and had been for as long as they dared talk. She was a giraffe, so definitely not on the running to be mystery mom. Despite being in her forties, she had a _ Body _ on her still. Taller than him, legs that he was sure men had begged to be crushed by, and tits that... Fuck, just thinking about some of the tops she wore? Was enough to make his cock twitch.
He diverted his thoughts away from that train before he'd have to crank one out. Too close to dinner to do anything more than stall it.
Doug took a breath and stretched, staring at the ceiling. He'd come out and asked Katie about his mom once. She told him it wasn't important and not to ask. When he was older and had pushed, demanding something. We'll, she'd all but pinned him to the wall and told him to drop it.
That had confused his poor teenage brain and he'd had a whole new slew of terms to look up online.
Instinct made his ear twitch. Dinner should be about ready. He stretched, stood, and adjusted his pants before heading for the door. No sooner had he opened the door than the call of, "Doug, Dinner!" rang up the stairs.
"Coming," he whickered and thudded down the stairs.
Katie leaned back in her seat, peering around the corner of the frame, "Here comes Mr Herd of Elephants himself," she teased. Glasses perched on her muzzle as she smirked, "I swear, you just thunder where ever you go." He waved her off with a face. The cow laughed and rocked forward. She looked her typical self. Even at home, sporting that hot goth librarian style that she had worn for as long as he could remember. Ears swung as his father walked into the dining room, "Not that you're much better. I swear, draft horses only know one walking style."
"It's the hooves," Dad replied immediately, "They're big and made for clopping. Not like we're a walking horse or something high strung." He set the food down with a flourish, "Look on my meal, ye hungry, and feast." Doug was damn near a copy of his father, except for that white blaze on his dad's face, and the graying of the muzzle. His mane was a silky white, so hard to tell if it was going gray. He tried to add a little prance, which only made the clopping worse on the wood floor. "And what about you, Ms Chandelier?"
Katie slapped the table, "Oh my god, one time."
"One time this month." Doug fired back with a smile.
Katie pointed between the two stallions, "Double teaming. This is not how I like to be double teamed, and you," she pointed at his father, "know it." She leaned back with a little snort, not quite matching the twin snorts from the stallions. Which only made her roll her eyes and sigh. Attention refocusing on Doug as they all dug into the meal. "So, how's college going? Any cuties we need to worry about? Any wild parties yet?"
Doug shook his head, "No one yet. Everyone's still getting settled in. There's rumblings of some parties here and there, but..." he trailed off with a shrug. "I dunno, some of them just get too wild."
A tongue click, "Yeah. Bunch of fresh-from high school, newly unsupervised people? Especially with all the restrictions they had for the last few years?" She let out a low whistle and shook her head, "I remember how hard we partied sometimes," a smirk at his father, "I can't imagine for some that were even more repressed. Everyone in person and physically there?" It drew one of her little shivering moans that did all the things to Doug.
A snort from his father, "Careful there, Kat. You're gonna make his shorts catapult across the dining room if you keep it up."
Doug let out a full dragon snort, "She's done worse. It... Yeah, it's a little odd. Can tell a few of them are chronically online." He'd taken a couple years after high school to work a few odd jobs before deciding to go to college. He was online but some of those new folks were online. Not to mention how many were trying to film for socials while partying.
Katie waved a hand, "He'd used to it by now. Not like he doesn't have anything I haven't seen up close before." She gave an exaggerated, playful wink, "Though I'm sure it's gotten bigger since you were a foal. It will be weird though. Give it a year and people will settle or fail out. Maybe even touch some grass."
"Yeah, I guess."
Katie looked from him to his father. His dad shrugged slightly. "What's up, you're jot your usual self." Doug rolled his shoulders in a shrug as well. "Huh, well, you know you can talk to either of us whenever you need. We'll always be honest with you."
"Yeah, right."
Katie's ears flicked then stood up, "Oh, you took another one of those tests didn't you?"
It exploded out of him, "Yes, because neither of you will fucking talk about it! Every fucking time I ask who my mother is, you just deflect or push it aside!"
The giraffe started to say something, but his father shot her a hard look. "I know it's rough, but..." the stallion took a deep breath and sighed. "It was a Halloween party, I met your... Donor there, and nine months later, tada. That's it really."
His ears shot forward and he snorted, "That's it? Not even a name?"
Dad's shrugged, "First name, pretty sure it was fake. No one seen them before or since." A sigh, "See why we don't tell you? Not much to tell."
Something in Doug just boiled up. His entire life of being raised by a single father, having questions that couldn't or wouldn't be answered. Everything just came boiling up and he leapt to his feet. Chair crashed to the floor as he slammed both hands down on the table. "That's it? That is IT?! All my life you avoid the fucking topic and now it's just '' oh sorry we don't know much, hurhurhur,' I just..." he sputtered, snorted, "fuck this. FUCK IT!" and stormed for the door.
"Doug!" Katie started, but the stallion shook his head.
"Let him cool down, Katie. You know what a mule he is when he's like this." A slow sigh, "He'll jog it off for a couple hours and come back to talk."
It was her turn to snort, "I guess, but still. Maybe should tell him more, Jordan."
Shoulders rolled in a shrug, "Maybe. Pass the potatoes?"
Outside, Doug was in a casual trot. He hadn't slowed to grab his shoes or anything, but he did have his house hooves on. Simple horseshoes that strapped onto his hooves. Beyond that, it wasn't that chilly out, so tee and shorts wouldn't be a problem. He didn't have his phone, but again, that was fine. It'd keep Aunt Katie from blowing his phone up to get him to come back and talk.
They weren't full suburbanites. They lived at the edge of the city. Close enough for several parks, and also for him to be easy walking distance to college. At least easy walking distance if you didn't mind trotting for a half hour. Which wasn't bad. Got him some morning and afternoon jogs on most days. Others, he could borrow the car. More importantly, it meant lots of sidewalks for him to walk along. Living with just the sound of hooves on concrete. The steady, rhythmic clip clop of his feet something comforting. Each step one more towards calming him down. Not that he'd be heading back home once he was calm. Nah, he had a couple places he could go to clear his head.
It wasn't like he had a lot of family. Dad was an only child, and his parents had died before Doug had been born. They left him the house, some sort of investments or businesses that ran themselves, and money. Which had been kind of nice, growing up and not having to worry about that. Dad did have a good job, and Aunt Katie had hers. She lived with them too, place was more than large enough for all three of them. It was just... Hard to describe.
Doug wandered into the park and around to one of the hills he knew about. It was away from the path, but not too far, and just secluded enough. He breathed a sigh and lay down on the grass, staring up at the night sky. "A party, huh? A couple neighbors said Dad and Katie used to party it up, but then they got serious." Not that the neighbors had much in the way of clues either. They partied some, Dad went out on a trip for a while, and came back with a baby. That's all they knew, and all they could tell him.
"A party..." he lay his arms over his eyes and breathed out a sigh. Trying to imagine what a party back then would have been like. Pushing his mind back as far as he could. Pulling off media and pictures to try and imagine what it had been like on that night all those years ago.
His stomach lurched and Doug felt dizzy. Throwing his arm back, he grabbed at the ground and gasped. For a moment, the stars looked like they were spinning. Not reeling or swaying, actually spinning. His inner ear screamed at him, insisting that the world was tilting, whirling out of control. He arched and rolled his eyes back, groaning as everything went all kilter.
As quick as it started, it ended with a strange lurch. Doug gagged, retched, and rolled over. "What the hell?" he breathed, "something bad in the food?" A moment of silence, breathing, and nothing else happened. He shook his head slowly, "Weird vertigo I guess." Doug sat up and drew his legs up. Arms crossed and chin on his arms, just staring. "Maybe I dozed off or something?" Distant thunder, a low rumble that drew his attention up. He didn't remember storms forecast. "Should probably get home then," even though he didn't want to. Maybe they'd understand and let him just vibe in his room for a while.
Hands in pockets, he sulked back to the sidewalk and towards home. Hooves clopping away on the concrete with dull clicks. Who knew, maybe they'd dug out an old album or some memory and could give him something else.
As he got closer to the house, Doug's ears perked up slowly. The street was quiet-ish most of the time. A couple cars here and there. Most people liked to park in their driveway. "Busy suddenly," he mused as he looked at the cars lining the street. Older cars too, not like vintage or classic. There were a couple, but most of them seemed painfully average, just.... Older looking? Well, not old as in worn out, but that kind of older, bulbous style from a couple decades ago.
It is an odd sensation when your brain notices something off, but it doesn't register right away. The closest he got to his house, the more that feeling began to pull and tug at his mind. Muzzle wrinkled as he scratched his head and looked around. There was something off, but he couldn't quite place it...
"Huh, when did the Johnsons paint their house? Weird."
Weirder was all the people walking about in costumes. Not just little kids, there were a handful of them, but also people roughly his age. Even stranger still was the fact that most of them looked like they were heading towards his house. Doug wrinkled his nose and scratched his head, looking around a bit. "What the... Almost like it's Halloween or something," he muttered to himself.
Ear twitched as kids raced up a walkway and ran the doorbell on a neighbor's house with screeches of, "Trick or treat!"
"What the..." he started and looked around. There, in the glow from a streetlight, he spotted the tag on a car. Either the car's tag was over twenty years out of date, or he somehow time traveled. "Gotta be a prank or something. Some really weird, elaborate prank on someone that..." he watched the neighbor kids get candy and then run off towards the next house. A harried terrier mother following and trying to convince them not to run through the grass. "Someone I can't begin to figure out who..." He shook his head, "Dream, gotta be a dream." So he pinched his cheek as hard as he could.
It fucking hurt.
"Okay, so not a dream, gotta be a prank or something. Just gonna go home and see if I get a camera shoved in my face or something."
Getting home was easy enough. Even if he had to weave his way through a few people. The front door was open, people were hanging out on the porch and walk, and inside... Well inside looked like half the college parties he'd heard about or seen. People pressed in, half-blocking the halls. Shoes piled up by the front floor, some coats were on the hanger, and more were on the floor. Music thudded from one room, but was drown out by the thrum of conversation. People holding red plastic cups crowded and bumped each other.
"Ha! Don't bring that weak stuff in here!" Doug's ear twitched. He'd know his father's voice anywhere, but it sounded different. Ears swiveled as he wandered through the house. Down the stairs and into the den, he spotted a sheet hung up with a projector shining on it. People were playing one of those fighting games with the anime characters, he wasn't sure which one. Just as Doug found his way through the crowd, the group erupted in cheers and someone leapt off the couch. "Woo!" It was a draft horse, about his age, dressed in a way that could only be called punk. Mane dyed an eye-searing green and styled up into spikes. The long fur about his wrists had been dyed a similary bright, neon pink color. Flapping about almost like a pair of pom poms as the stallion celebrated. "Look on my works, Ye Mighty, and despair!" before leaping across to a white board and moving a name on the branching tournament.
That... Was his dad, but not in any way Doug had ever seen him. Not that boisterous, vibrant, or young. He could only stare, dumbfounded. This has got to be some sort of dream. That's Dad, but that's like college Dad. So he pinched his arm again and winced. Well, if there's any truth to the 'you can't feel pain while sleeping' thing then I'm not dreaming. So time travel? Do I have to worry about stepping on a butterfly or something? He watched as the other stallion wandered over to a keg setup and filled a drink.
A thought hit him and made his ears perk. If he had really traveled back in time somehow, and this was a party night... It might be The party night.
Doug quickly scanned the room and felt his ears go up in full alert. There were a dozen people down here, easily. Some filtering in and out, others clearly part of the tournament going on. Half the people were in costumes of some sort, others were dressed fairly casually. While he did see a couple other equines, he didn't spy another other draft types. He'd done enough genetic genealogy tests to know that he was draft on both sides.
A plan began to form. All he had to do was keep an eye on his father, and see who he fucked tonight.
That is, assuming this is the party where it happened. He knew it was Halloween, but was it this Halloween? Dumbass, you’re questioning magical time travel _ now? _
"Alright, tell me when it's my turn to defend my title!" Doug turned and caught sight of his father (his soon-to-be-father?) clopping up the stairs towards the kitchen.
He started to follow before stalling. Can't go chasing him around. Casual, keep it casual. Play it cool, you can blend in. Just don't drop any new memes or anything like that. I don't think they'd be ready for that level of shitposting yet. He feigned interest in the tournament for a few seconds before turning to saunter upstairs. Trying to look as causal as he could.
Between just how tall he and his father were, and that dayglow Mohawk, it was easy enough to keep an eye on his dad... It felt weird to keep thinking of him as his dad right now. Jordan, it was easy enough to keep an eye on Jordan right now. That thing keeps brushing the doors then springing back up. What, did he glue it up?
Jordan made a path through the kitchen. Grabbing a couple things off some trays and making a crude sandwich he stuffed away. Wandering through to the living room to vibe and listen to music. Doug grabbed himself a cup and tried to look casual. Like he was just vibing and checking things out too. Standing near a little knot of people, he watched from the corner of his eye as Jordan intercepted someone else. A kind of familiar giraffe.
It took Doug's brain a full few seconds before he realized it was Katie. She was damn fine even at her age, with hat light hot goth librarian vibe. Right now, she was fully rocking the full blown goth theater kid vibe. Right down to face paint which made her look... Feline? It took another second before he realized she was dressed up like one of those street cats from that musical she loved. Right down to the Lycra bodysuit. A bodysuit which it didn't look like she had anything on under. A very tight bodysuit that happily showed off the curve of her breasts. The perk of her nipples painfully obvious, and the cleft of her camel toe looking like it was ready to swallow up the crotch.
Needless to say, he was feeling all kinds of things tonight. Would it be wrong, morally, to try and tap that? I know what she likes in a guy, could I find out who my mother is, and slam fuck Katie into oblivion at the same time?
The thought was more than a little distracting to him. Enough so that he didn't notice that Jordan had doubled back and moved in close. "Hey!" the stallion said with a grin. Moving in close enough that Doug instinctively took a half-step back. The doorway between rooms pressed against his spine, keeping him trapped there.
"Hey," he tried to sound casual as he looked over Jordan again. He'd never known his dad to dress anything close to this. Ripped jeans that looked like they were really just denim underwear with some extra cloth attached. A ripped band tee that was faded and ruined, but torn just so to show off his toned body under. T_o think, he never let me get those ripped look jeans. Here he is, about a half step from just flopping out and knocking someone with his cock._
Jordan gave him a quick once over and grinned, "Don't see many other drafts around here. Certainly not one as cute as you."
Doug about had a heart attack. My father is dangerously bisexual?! He laughed and tried to sound casual, "Yeah, we're not too common." Desperately praying that his voice didn't crack of break. He took a quick glance around and sipped from the cup.
And almost spit it back out as Jordan stepped in closer. Chest to chest, lips brushing Doug's ears as he said, "I saw you downstairs and then you followed me up here. You know, it's been a while since I've had fun with a real stallion. How about we slip upstairs and," he leaned in, "rut?" His hand went right into Doug's pants and grabbed his sheath. Gasping softly, "Big fella, aren't you?"
His cock did not care that his future father was the one grabbing him. It only knew that he had been thinking about fucking and now someone was, very skillfully, fondling him. Thumb playing over his tip. Palm grinding into his sheath as he pressed closer. It almost leapt into the hand as Doug squeaked.
Jordan spotted the panic in his eye and laughed quietly, "Too strong?"
Doug tried to play it cool, but he knew the panic was slipping out into his lap. "A bit, ye-yeah. Don't even know your name."
The fingers played over his cock a second longer before pulling out. "Jordan. Don't think I've seen you around here before..." he trailed off and tilted his head, "What's your name?"
Shit, I can't use my real name. That would be really weird. His mind was utterly locked up and thumping around between a couple names. "Ah, Pat," he blurted out without thinking. Especially since all the blood was currently rushing from his brain down to his dick.
Jordan pushed close again and almost purred. "Well, Pat, if you want to have a little fun. Come find me. Easy enough to spot." He snuck a quick kiss in on Doug's cheek and parted with a laugh, "Have fun, make yourself at home!" Before turning and strutting off, adding a little extra swish to his hips.
Which Doug glanced down at and noted with a brain that was barely working. Huh, his tail is the same green as his mane.
He stood there, stunned for a second. Blinking at Jordan's back as the stallion dropped onto a couch and began to chat with a couple people. Doug shook his head slowly and lifted his drink. Not noticing the bit of something Jordan had poured into the cup fizzling away. He sipped, focusing on the drink and just trying to calm down. Certainly didn't want to think about the looks some people were giving him. Probably from how his cock was absolutely straining at his shorts. Doug tried to act casual. Just listening to music, listening to the conversation. Watching how people moved about and interacted. He was keeping an eye out for any draft mares that might come in. All while sipping his drink to look busy.
Might not find anything if I just keep standing around. He pried himself off the wall and started a slow tour of the house. Not noticing the look that Jordan gave him, or shot towards Katie. He kept his pace casual and kind of gambled around the house, looking as if he were just going through the flow of things.
Downstairs. The utility room was closed off. He couldn't imagine many people would want to go in there. Not unless they wanted privacy, or to change the air filters or some bullshit. The washer or dryer? Maybe. Most of the room was kind of a wood paneled cave vibe. People playing that tournament. He perked ears at the sight of a bar built into the wall. Huh, always just shelves there. Wonder when they changed that. People, lots of people, some gaming, some chilling, others... Well mingling in the various dark corners. No mares though.
Main floor was easy enough. People crowding and pressing in against each other. Most seemed to be around the dining and living rooms. Though there was a steady flow going through the kitchen. Getting drinks, pizza, or just clogging things up by chatting. He caught sight of Jordan kind of hanging around, chatting with someone.
Doug found himself a corner of the dining room he could hang out in and still had line of sight on Jordan. Unless there's someone upstairs, he's gonna have to bump into her soon. Could always be someone up there. Should I go check? Thoughts of frat parties pinged in his mind. Would the bedrooms here be locked up? Even if they were, people would still find some way in to have a bit of privacy. Bunch of people his age getting drunk and in skimpy costumes? Yeah, people are gonna be fucking.
As the thought crossed his mind, Doug felt his cock twitch. Not a 'saw something hot' twitch, but that throbbing every guy got at some point. The 'what on earth set this off' steady pulse and rise. He breathed out a little huff and reached down to adjust himself without thinking. He knew these shorts, and if he reached full mast, he'd be poking out the waistband. With it snaking down his leg, we'll, it solved one problem at the cost of another. It was going to be pretty obvious he was worked up within moments. Just push it aside, he told himself. Think about anything else.
Yet his mind kept sliding back to sex. Nostrils flared and he took a deeper breath. He could smell it. There, under the scent of cheap beer and cheaper pizza. Sweat, arousal, precum and feminine excitement. Nostrils flared wider as he took a deep breath and let out a snort without thinking. His heart began to thump in his ears. Cock matching each beat with a pulse of its own. Flesh began to strain against fabric, pulling tight. Doug reached down to try and hide it with his hand, pushing it down against his thigh. It was hot, thrumming with growing need, precum spilling against his pelt already.
Another drink would help. Doug limped into the kitchen to get another drink. How many was this? He'd been topping the cup up every time he walked past a keg. He was a big stallion, but even then he could already their drunken buzz humming through him. Shrugging it off, he downed his drink, refilled again, and grabbed some pizza before shambling back to his watching corner.
A presence at his side. A familiar voice, unburdened by age. "Careful, gonna put someone's eye out with that if it breaks loose."
Katie slid into view, the giraffe leaning towards him with a soft breath. "Hey, name's Katelyn, but everyone calls me Kat."
He blinked and laughed nervously, now _ very _ aware of his straining shorts. "Uh, Pat." He'd used the name once already. If he'd learned anything growing up, it was keep facts straight and simple. Don't go changing up mid-life or things would fall apart.
Auntie Katie... Kat, moved to almost corner him. The giraffe cow moved in to press her body to his. Her bodysuit did nothing to hide how warm she was, and it quickly became obvious that was all she had on. As she stepped in, her thighs slid over his. That camel toe of hers pressed right against his aching manhood. Lips brushed his ear as she breathed, "You're kind of cute. Do you want to... Come upstairs?" Her question was punctuated by another press. Grinding herself against him with only some cotton and Lycra separating them.
Fuck me sideways, all the daydreams I've cranked it to thinking of this. Now I'm having some sort of time travel or lucid dream, and she's offering it up? I should keep an eye out for Jordan and mystery mom, but...
"Yeah," he breathed out. Fully aware that he shouldn’t, that he should care, but drunk enough and young enough that his balls were doing all the thinking for him right now.
Kat took his open-mouthed agreement and leaned in. His eyes went wide as she kissed him, her tongue diving right into his mouth. It was long, agile, and easily dove around his broad, clumsy tongue. As she pressed into the embrace, her tongue swirled around his. Then showed off just how long it was by pressing into his throat and down. The giraffe making out with him in ways he'd only seen in videos and pictures. His knees almost gave out as his cock rose and pressed against her. Pulsing in eager agreement against the cow.
She broke the kiss with a gasp and smile. Her tongue slurped out of his, showing just how long it was by wrapping around her muzzle then unwinding. "Good.” She leaned in and gave his lip a bite, pulling back until it slipped from her lips. “Don't keep me waiting..." she tapped his chest and gave a gentle push before separating.
That hurt, but in a fucking great way. Proof I’m still not dreaming! It took Doug a couple seconds before he could walk. It felt like everything from the balls down was numb, and every drop of blood in his body was going right for that man missile of his. He felt more gangly than he'd been in years as he stumbled away from the wall. Cleared his throat, then tried to follow in the cow's wake. Which, Kat was shockingly fast. He barely made it out of one room before he saw her striding up the stairs. This is dumb, this is stupid. I somehow made myself travel back in time for one reason, and it wasn't to bang my super hot aunt. Now here I am, about to fulfill my dream and tap that. Ah fuck it, Mystery mom can wait.
Guided by lust in the way only a stallion could, he all but vaulted up the stairs. End of the hall, one of the bedroom doors was just swinging shut. As if someone had stepped inside and nudged it closed, but not all the way. His nostrils flared and he could just make out Kat's scent. He wasn't a bloodhound, but the way his instinct pulled him towards the door, his cock might be a pussy seeking missile.
The bedroom was dark, the hall light cutting a sharp wedge into the room. "Kat?" he asked as he stepped inside, not daring to open the door too much. He could see some dated carpet, the corner of a bed, and some aged clock on the bedside, and some discarded clothes on the floor.
"Bed. Shut the door and come over."
That's all he needed to hear. Doug fought the urge to just cow-kick the door shut and launch himself at the bed. Somehow, he restrained himself enough to close it like a semi-civilized person. Though he was fumbling with his shorts as he stumbled across the room. Fabric came down and cock leapt free with a relieved, "Haaa," from the stallion.
Hands found his hips in the dark and pulled him in. Lips played over his flared tip before a tongue pressed to his flesh and lapped up the precum. His knees nearly gave out as the eager mouth slid over his cock with a wet slurp. Falling forward, hands on the mattress. He expected to find someone laying under him, maybe head dangling off the edge of the mattress. Instead, his knees bounced off shoulders and he grabbed only blankets. A very eager, "Mmmm," hummed over his cock as his partner lowered her head. Readily taking his length right down that long muzzle, tongue pressing him against the roof of her mouth.
Doug's eyes rolled back as the tongue set off every nerve on his dick. It felt like raw electricity surged along him. He thought he couldn't get any more worked up, but here he was. Cock lifting into the muzzle as his hand fell down and cupped the back of her head. Fingers eased through hair and he rocked his hips forward, taking pleasure as he heard a faint gag. Not to be dissuaded, she pressed forward. Bobbing her head eagerly. Lips kissing his base as she slurped wetly. His nostrils flared and he smelled arousal, but something else under it.
Oh fuck me, she's in heat. This is gonna be great! Lips curled as he breathed in that scent more.
His brain wasn't doing the thinking for him anymore. This was all cock right now. He breathed out an eager pant and stepped in closer. Hooves thumping off the floor as his hips rocked. A hand came up to rub his balls, massaging them as his partner slurped eagerly around his cock.
He felt his cock twitch, tip staring to flare. The stallion breathed out a groan and leaned back, hand resting on the back of his partner's head. Rocking his hips into the eager mouth. Savoring the way that broad tongue pressed against his shaft. Eagerly lapping at his flesh as they slurped and almost gagged on him. Fingers cupped and juggled his balls. Tugging on them gently, almost encouraging him to give more. Which earned more precum into that eager mouth. His eyes closed against the dark, ears picking up the sound of fingers diving into pussy. He so easily imagine Kat in the dark. Madly finger-fucking herself while going down on him. Getting him ready to blow a load all over those great tits of hers.
The mouth slid off with a coughed, "Not yet." Her muzzle pressed to the base of his cock and breathed in. Then came the sharp, shuddered command, "Bed, on your back. Now."
He was in no position to think about it. Doug stumbled past them and dropped to the bed. Nearly going face first on it before landing on his side. The stallion barely made it onto his back before his partner was on top of him on the mattress. Body barely illuminated by the faint green glow of the clock. "Fuck I need this," came the low grunt. Fingers wrapped around his cock and lifted it. Mashing the fat tip right against burning hot pussy lips. Lips that flexed, twitched, and winked in anticipation.
Doug grinned crookedly, "It's all yours, Baooomf!"
He couldn't finish the lust-drunk flirt before his partner just dropped. Sopping wet, heated cunt wrapped a round is cock with the slickest squelch Doug had ever heard. Shoulders hunched and head dropped as that burning cunt wrapped around his meat mallet. Tip hammering deep as she sat down heavily on his lap. Panting, shivering, "Fuck, almost came there," with a strained laugh.
"Nn-not just you," he groaned. Eyes rolled back and cock pulsing. Tip flared wide inside his partner.
Hands shoved against his chest and hips lifted. The cool air of the room blasted Doug's slick cock with enough force that his balls lifted. It was only out for a breath before hips slammed down into his again. A guttural moan lifting from equine muzzle. Matched by an equally needy noise. His hands fell to eager hips and grabbed. Hooves moving to find purchase on the bed as he thrust up to meet the next bounce. Barely even sliding an inch in and out. Muscles grabbed and squeezed, trying to wink frantically around his cock.
Somethings weird, his brain tried to piece together. The smell was too equine. The voice too low for Katie. He wasn't sure that giraffe cows would wink like that either, and he certainly didn’t feel any breasts bouncing off his chest. Time seemed to slow as he looked up. Eyes adjusting to the dim light of that clock. Just enough to make out a fairly athletic build. Chest flat, pectoral well defined. Mane spiked up into a Mohawk. A face so familiar, twisted in pleasure and rapture, head throwing back as hips lifted. The green glow of the clock shining across the white blaze.
He was fucking his father.
Eyes dropped, barely catching sight of a pussy spread wide around his cock. Juices glistening as flesh twitched. Something in him froze as weight shifted and dropped. He knew that biological gender was a spectrum. Some people had breasts and a cock, others no breasts and a vagina, and others had the full set. From his vantage, it was clear that his father had a masculine build, but with a very tight pussy.
Hips slamming into his with a resounding smack. Juices squirted around his cock, the scent of estrus heavy in the room. Another lift, a breath, then a more frantic drop and orgasmic squeal. Fingers dug into his chest and Jordan threw all his weight down. Pinning Doug into the mattress. He couldn't have moved even if he wished. Not with the way the other draft was holding him there.
Oh fuck, I'm fucking my dad and he's in heat?!
The thought came a split second before his world went white. The rushing roar of his own orgasm drowning out any thought he had. Fingers dug into hips as he joined Jordan in orgasmic bliss. Tip flaring, mighty balls leaping, and that virile, powerful stallion spunk? Oh it filled Jordan with burst after burst. The sheer volume soon straining at the crude plug made by the flared tip. Only to start running down his shaft a second later as the pair shivered.
Doug, stunned, more than a little drunk, and still very horny, fell back to the mattress with a pant. Jordan shivered over him, "Fuck, he's cumming so much…"
Somewhere in the dark, Kat laughed, "You're the one that slipped him that gas station horny goat shit." Footsteps around the bed, "Think he's good for another?" A hand waved in front of his face, but Doug just blinked dumbly, “Is that all you slipped him?”
“It’s all I had, bitch. He drank a fuck though, might be half-blacked out.” Jordan pulled off and gave a very mare-like squeal as his cock slid out and came free with a wet pop and a gush of cum. "Oh yeah," he panted and reached down to grab the cock, "fuckers still rock hard." Fingers squeezed and slid over his slick cock. "What do you say, Pat? Want to get double teamed by a sexy cow and a he-mare?" Jordan tickled his tip with a finger, "Feels like someone wants it. Wanna suck his balls while I get round two?"
"Rock paper you for it."
Jordan breathed out a yawn and shambled downstairs at the crack of noon. “Sup, bitch. Sleep good?” Kat shoved a cup of coffee into the he-mare’s hand.
Fingers ran through a messy mane, still a vibrant green, still spiky in places. “Pretty good, no longer got the itch like the last few days.” The giraffe looked over the draft with a smirk. Showers hadn’t happened yet, so Jordan’s thighs were still sticky and dried.
She reached out to flick his nose, “Well no doy, you took like five loads from that stallion last night. Fucker probably knocked you up.”
A snort and head shake, “Since when? Hadn’t happened yet. Where is he?”
“I dunno, saw him stumble off sometime in the night. Wanna look for him?”
“Mmm, nah.”
Morning came and Doug woke up in the backyard. Chill dew gathered on the grass and his body. The stallion groaned and blinked at the gathering light. His head ached from the drinking he'd done the night before. He couldn't remember too much. Just that...
Oh fuck. He'd creampied his dad. Or his past dad or...
Oh this hurt his head to event think about.
"There you are! What are you doing sleeping out here?" Aunt Katie strode across the damp grass to where he lay. The giraffe dressed as she was most days. Glasses on her muzzle, lightly Gothic attire, that usual early 40s hot librarian air about her. "Usually you go for a walk and make it back inside before passing out. Come on," she offered him a hand, "let's get some breakfast in you and hose you off." He took her hand and stood up on unsteady legs. She paused and sniffed his neck and blinked, "Smells like you had a night of it too. You reek of beer and pussy. Come inside." A pause and glance, "You know what I mean." Katie spun him around and began to shove him to the backdoor. "Tell me you used a condom. Hope you didn't knock anyone up."
He stumbled and staggered, stunned, confused. "Ah, about last night," he started.
"Yeah, your dad's got a few things to tell you about that. Inside, shower first, then food, then talk."
Doug nodded blankly, "Aunt Katie. Do you know anything about time travel?"
She paused and gave him a look, "When did you get into Sci fi? You're not some tube baby or alien experiment. Though I wonder about the second. Now git, you smell like cheap beer and garlic."