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Horny Kittens and Hung Studs

Coach is here to make you understand why it’s the year of the Horse

Though his true name was Rover Smith, he preferred to go by Coach. It was a way to separate his identity at home from the one he showed to anyone working at his gym.

Coach wasn’t the horse who’d be lazing around on his days off in briefs and socks. No. Coach was the stud everyone aspired to be. Aspired to join. Aspired to be trained by.

That was with that sense of pride. Coach adjusted the cap on his head, hiding his blue eyes, while he huffed and took a sharp breath. It was early in the morning. Not so early that every salaryman rushed here ahead of time. But right early, all the gym bros flock here with their shakers and towels. Only they, with their trained bodies, deserved his attention.

They cared for themselves, cared to grow bigger, to make themselves more appealing.

He strolled through the machines, eyeing the hands and checking for ring fingers.

Those who had marks were dubious, so he avoided them, much as he did those who had rings. A few? He knew they had bands, so he wouldn’t approach them either.

But as he scanned the room, he saw it.

A muscular Tiger, red with black stripes all over his body. Green eyes. His shoulders were square, biceps developed, though he might be skipping leg day. He wore a low-cut tank top and shorts that were nice on his muscular butt.

The right muscles, the right angle, and he was far too busy on his reps to notice Coach pulling up his phone and checking a few apps, and: “Bingo”.

The Horse grinned to himself, readjusted his cap, and waited as he hovered around, doing reps alongside the Tiger but in the distance. He only needed the good moment as the Tiger went from machine to machine, right until he approached the bench press.

The Horse smiled, grinned… And then forced himself to appear calm as he approached, putting a hand on the evidently bothered and waiting Feline.

Of course, the Cat turned and looked down, expecting to look at someone smaller, only to have his green eyes meet Coach’s abdominal waist. Then, he looked up, trying to get a true feeling of the herculean bearded Horse.

“Hey, buddy. Are you looking for a spotter?”

The Tiger gulped and nodded, his eyes wide and twitching. He was flustered, excited, too.

“Yes. Sir…” said the Tiger, his ears down and pointing at the bench press.

“Call me Coach,” replied Coach, his voice calm as he went around the bench press and positioned himself beside it.

“Xeno. My name’s Xeno, Coach.”

Coach waited until Xeno was busy with the weights and sitting down to adjust his own shorts, making his genitals dangle on the right leg. And then, it was only a matter of waiting.

Xeno then lay down on the bench, reached for the bar, and lifted it.

His arms bulged nicely, showing that he was working to get them. His pectorals, as they bulged under the tank top, looked good. The perfect target as the Horse stepped forward, his hands under the bar. It was pushing the limit, but the bearded and hunky Horse knew what made the Tiger tick… He’d seen his Grindr. He’d seen the pictures. And so, as he advanced, his bulging underwear was right above the Tiger’s face.

It wouldn’t take long.

As the reps continued, as the Tiger huffed and breathed, his nose would be tickled by it. By the smell of sweat, of the equine musk coming right from Coach’s hairy nuts. Big, massive, and with one almost peeking from the right leg.

No worries about it dropping, but it was just enough to get the Tiger’s attention focused on that hairy and sweaty nut, to have him practically breathing the pungent smell coming from it… And to have him hard. Needy.

“What are you doing in life, Xeno?” asked Coach, feigning sympathy.

“Working… Huff. In a coffee shop. Part-time,” grumbled the Feline, evidently feeling the burn. He didn’t overdo, which was good. Smart.

“Like Goldbucks? Where?”

“Not… Goldbucks. A little shop downtown,” huffed Xeno. “You? Coach?”

“I handle that place. But I go here and there,” said the bearded Horse, admiring.

Xeno’s bulge was coming nicely, and though the Cat was ragged, his breath was closer to the Horse’s nut.

“Oh. Good! That’s… My first time here! The one I- went… Closed,” huffed Xeno before he groaned and lifted the bar. Just in case, Coach extended the hands. But he didn’t take the bar off Xeno’s hands. It was set, and Xeno sat on the bench, wiping his brow.

“That’s why I didn’t recognize your face,” said Coach, leaning down. He narrowly hit Xeno’s leg, but as he had his muzzle between the legs, he grabbed the shaker and offered it to the Cat. “You have a plan?”

“Yes. Thanks,” replied Xeno, taking the shaker and taking a sip. “Ah. I… I’m trying to keep the bulk despite my work. What do you think?”

“I think… You look pretty fine for a Cat, Bud,” said the Horse, adjusting his bulge.

The reaction he expected came.

Xeno’s face burned, and he twitched. Even his claws scraped the shaker while Coach made it so his nuts weren’t dangling so low.

“Thanks,” whispered Xeno, looking away.

“Would you mind if we continued your plan together? I want to see… How big can you be?”

Again. A fluttering tail. And a nod. And Xeno hastily returned to the reps, this time without the dangling nuts to enjoin him.

Coach wasn’t about to rush it. He waited, making himself look desirable and yet oblivious. Errors that would make him look slightly stupid or airheaded. But as the exercises continued, and he followed Xeno, he practically had the kitten attached to his hips.

It was cute. Almost heartwarming. Almost tender as Xeno was sweaty, and so was Coach. They were drenched in sweat, with the Horse definitely enjoying the sight of those burning muscles as Xeno sat and wiped his neck with a towel.

“Fhew. That was the best session I had in weeks. Thanks for the pointers, Coach.”

“No problem, Bud,” replied Coach, scratching his hairy chest. “Wanna join me?”

“Ah. I usually shower at-“

Xeno’s answer died as he saw Coach’s grin. It was univocal. And the Feline’s ears straightened out, before he smiled nervously.

“Sure… Sir,” Xeno said, practically cooking in his juices and desires.

Hooked and cooked.

With a pat, Coach ensured the Feline was fine with physical contact and then yanked him close, practically pressing Xeno’s face against his fuzzy and sweaty chest before they walked to the showers.

And luckily enough, they were not all communal. As the Horse strolled, dragging the Tiger around, he approached the booth. One size fits all. Though there was one at the end that was bigger. Big enough that when he opened it, he chuckled… And let Xeno enter first.

The Tiger was practically steaming as he entered, hung his towel, and removed his tank top.

A perfect opportunity for Coach to lock the door and then pull his shorts down. He didn’t remove them. But he pulled it down just enough to get his sweaty balls out as well as his sheathed cock. He sighed loudly. And listening to that gasp of surprise.

“What? You’ve never seen a horse naked before, bud?” asked Coach, chuckling and taking one step forward, his genitals swaying while his cock slipped out of the sheath.

For a moment, Xeno’s eyes followed the movements of that flared junk like it was a pendulum before he coughed, his face burning.

“No… I… Not so close… Coach,” mumbled Xeno, evidently out of his depth.

Perfect. Coach approached, removing his own tank top and letting the Feline take in the scent. The raw musk, the sight of those muscles covered with fur, and the sweat sticking to them.

By now, the Tiger was hyperventilating, and his shorts were damp… Perfect, as Coach flexed his arms, garnering all the attention.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Pretty much,” mumbled Xeno, approaching like an insect drawn by honey. He outstretched his hand and… Got a feel of those muscles, of those biceps. He liked strength; that was obvious. And so, as he touched the muscles, Coach flexed them, made them bounce while each bounce guided Xeno down.

Down to the pecs, to the abdominal waist, until the fingers were but a finger away from touching the Horse’s sweaty junk. There, he stopped.

“Wanna touch it?” asked Coach jokingly.

Xeno answered by nodding emphatically.

“Sure, Bud. Only if I can see yours,” he replied, pointing at Xeno’s dripping bulge.

“Y-Yes! Of course!” replied the Tiger, fumbling over his words while he hastily yanked his shorts and briefs down to reveal his own erection. Small compared to an equine. No flare. No leathery and low-hanging balls. He was fine… But not enough.

“Nice cock. It looks neat,” said Coach.

“Really? You like it?”

“Yeah. It’s big, and it fits you,” said the Horse, reaching down to grab Xeno’s cock by the tip, stroking the mushroom-shaped end and squeezing it.

Sure enough, Xeno moaned and gasped, while his cock sprayed Coach’s fingers with precum.

“It looks really nice on you,” continued Coach, stroking that length. Squeezing it… Rubbing it. And then… Pulling down the foreskin, pulling on the frenum until that cock was practically ‘squirting’ all over his wrist and arm while he masturbated it.

The Tiger stepped back, stumbling… But Coach approached, leaning closer and closer until his fuzzy chest was pressed against the Tiger’s face, forcing him to breathe that equine musk. To have all that sweat drip over his face, matting his fur, while every breath was another intoxicating shot. Sure enough, his groans were going lower, and his breathing was calm while the Horse’s fingers explored the length.

Coach explored the frenum and pulled on it. He felt the bulging urethra below. Then traced it down to the base… Before the same finger took the path on the opposite side, ascending the now rigid and stiff length to the tip… To the urethra, he started poking with his fingers.

“I’m sure that hole would be snug if I went inside, right? Bud?”

The Feline moaned a reply, but no words. No reply as Coach’s digits slipped against the entrance and then… Stretched it. Wide. Very wide.

Those Equine fingers were not a joke, but at the same time, the Kitten’s urethra was wide and well-trained. Enough that when Coach’s digits slipped inside, his index finger wiggling within…. Xeno was all purrs and groans, his cock spewing on Coach’s digits.

“That’s a good Kitten,” said Coach, his voice suave. “You trained your cock to take dicks?”

The ears fluttered, dropping. And then, that shy nod. The tail wrapped around Coach’s leg.

“You know what happens if I go there?”

A silence. A gulp. Then a nod, again. The tail wrapped tighter. So tight, Coach was almost laughing. That Kitten was really wanting it; his Grindr wasn’t lying.

That was a first for him, to find someone so eager. Usually, he’d have to fuck them, train them… And then make them accept it.

But as Coach had his cock erect and approaching the Tiger’s, he wasn’t about to wait. He’d have another stud added to his collection. Another stuffed pair of balls, full of equine batter. The kind that was musky, heavy, and so dense it’d weigh on them much as it weighed on the Equine at that moment.

He hadn’t ejaculated in a while. Days, even. Only the finest cockcunt got him going. That one as he pulled the fingers out, though keeping them on the cocktip to have that urethra gaping and ready?

That was the nicest cockcunt he’d seen in a while.

Coach closed his eyes as he approached his flared shaft to the entrance, feeling how the meat instinctively reacted. A throb, a tentative for that urethra to close despite the air rushing inside and teasing those inner nerves.

A whine from the Kitten, too, as Coach kept that urethra pried open. And then… Slowly, he pressed the flare against the entrance. Xeno’s cock was big, but smaller than the Horse's.

In a way, it was an impossible fit, an impossible penetration as the Horse rubbed his cock against that entrance. As he nudged, poked, pushed until… He felt it.

The flesh slightly contorting, the tremors shaking the Tiger… And finally, the sensation of sinking in for a moment for less than an inch.

But he was getting in. Coach felt that cockcunt opening. That urethra widening and gaping for him, splitting open before that entrance was… Taken.

Before his cock sank in for an inch. An inch that sent the Kitten shuddering and then crying before Coach reached for Xeno’s mouth, gagging him.

“Shhh. You don’t want anyone to bother us?” asked Coach, seeing something in Xeno’s eyes. A hint of fear, of horror… And then abandon when Coach gave that cock a thrust, inserting another inch… Inserting another part of that lovingly equine fuckmeat. “Yeah. That’s it. All quiet for Coach. Stay put… I’ll soon drown your nutties.”

Definitely, Xeno was getting cold feet.

His eyes kept darting down. Kept going over that fuckpole that was stretching his cock from below. Much like how Coach could see that dick being stretched from within, saw how it bulged, and imprinted his own equine shaft through.

Then, Coach sighed while taking a step. And another. Each step, Xeno was taking a step back. But as Xeno’s back smacked against the wall, there was no way he could avoid… And that step ended with his cock bulging even further… For the Kitten’s eyes to widen as that cock was stretching his dick… Ruining him. Crushing it from within.

It'd gotten so wide. Coach’s constant flow of precum must have made his prostate itch because his ears dropped pathetically.

“You feel it, Bud? That’s my juice preparing your cockcunt. It itches, right?” asked Coach, his voice suave as he leaned forward, right to nibble the Tiger’s ear and sigh by them.

“Right now… You must feel that precum going right through and itching… And pushing right against your kitty bladder and back. Hmm?”

A shy nod, the ears dropping as he stopped nibbling them.

Then he took another step. His hooves clicked against the tiles, and then, Xeno’s eyes widened before his eyelids closed. Coach himself huffed and smiled, feeling how his groin was getting tense inside that hole. His pent-up balls wouldn’t let him go.

He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if he pulled back. He’d be blueballed and hurting… Instead, he wanted someone else to have the balls to be full and hurting.

So, he sank deeper; the cock bulging deeper than before. By now, most of Xeno’s cock had been reshaped from the bulge, entirely imprinting the Equine’s erect mast. From the flare, to the median ring, to the veins bulging beneath.

At that point, there was no point in describing Xeno as a cock. It was a fleshlight. It was Coach’s fleshlight.

Coach was about to break it.

His flare was going down until he could feel the entrance of that prostate acting as another wall. The cock had wrapped nicely around him. It was warm, cozy… Juicy. And downright squeezing the Horse’s cock all the way to the last inches that were not hilted within. But it was great.

Just as great as watching Xeno’s stupid expression from the running tears to the snot filling his nose… Or that jaw dropping with a lolling out tongue. Sure enough, Coach leaned in, kissing Xeno’s forehead while he thrust, giving that prostate a smooch.

“Get ready, bud. I’ll pop your cherry,” said the Horse, his hips pulling back. A retreat, a reprieve. The Tiger hiccuped, almost coming back to life as he blinked.

But then… The Horse grinned and… Thrust.

His cocktip hit that prostate square, making the Kitten yelp, if not for the hand gagging him. Xeno cried, his eyes open so wide it almost looked like he’d gone stupid. And then, as Coach pulled back. He relaxed.

Only for him to be shaken, stunned, dazed, when that cock hit his prostate again. Faster.

And it would do so faster, the rhythm shifting ever so slightly as the Horse was now… Going rabid. His lips contorted into a grin, admiring his handiwork. Admiring the kitten whose eyes were rolling and saliva dripping.

It was not done…. At most, Xeno must have had his testicles itching and aching from that precum going down his tubes. But it was not done. Coach was far from done.

With a quick grip, he adjusted his cap, then used that same hand to pin Xeno against the wall as he pulled back. And gave another thrust. And another. And another.

His balls smacked against Xeno’s underside, smacking against that cock… Pummeling it and sending the Kitten crying. Each time, that flare would almost sink inside the groin, but the prostate was resisting much like another sphincter.

One… The Horse was intended on breaking, on stuffing… And certainly on reshaping as another hole for himself.

“You… You’re tight, Bud!” he laughed, throwing his head back as sweat flew along his mane and face, along his muscles as he used his arm to pin the Kitten.

His groin was aching… Burning. He was so close, so darn close. Veins popped around his scrotum and his cock… Oh, it was starting to sink in.

“Get ready, Kitty,” huffed Coach, grinning from ear to ear.

He grinned as he watched Xeno nod and gargle, strangling on his own saliva. Almost a portentous message, as Coach’s hits were like drumming, and then… he sank in.

He entered that prostate, feeling his cock sinking in until it was entirely hilted. He neighed.

He hated this. But Coach neighed, throwing his head back while his testicles were lifted, pulled to his abdomen. His entire cock was shaking from the shock, from the flow that was inside and going in… Going inside.

Going right to the prostate, the vas deferens… And then filling those gonads.

He would have roared if he were a predator. Instead, he neighed, and his mane flew, his cap almost fell off his face as he grinned from ear to ear and felt… The flow. The pleasure. The heat was like he was pissing. But it was cum.

Solely cum.

Cum he could hear churning into the Kitten’s balls as he pumped and humped. As he thrust and smacked. As his own testicles beat the fucked cock’s underside until it was raw and burning…

He grinned, at peace as he looked at the gone-stupid Kitten and then… With his orgasm receding, down. Down to those testicles that looked like they’d gone from little apples to oranges. That had gone from covered in red and black… To have earned a few strands of brown. An odd coloration for a Kitty.

But one that was fitting when Coach reached for those nuts. Under his thumb, he could feel the epididymis being bloated. Similarly, he could feel their weight, their sizes… And the pressure within when he gave them a faint squeeze.

And the kitty moaned.

“You and me. We’re gonna be good friends, bud.”

-

Here came the clatter of the weight bar being dropped onto the rack. Or the rack itself was trembling under the weight that was defying its structure.

Yet, it endured while Coach admired the handiwork and approached. He hadn’t ordered his new project to abandon the body posture yet. So… He remained still. And waiting.

With one hand, Coach reached for the shoulders. The thin brown fur on them did not hide the coiling, aching muscles beneath. Not even as he stroked them, gave each a feel. He squeezed those muscles and in return… There was a faint sigh, a gasp.

“Good form,” encouraged Coach, his fingers continuing along the collarbone, developed. Then he went on those pectorals… On that strange black fuzz that wouldn’t leave with strands of red within. One, Coach did not ask to shave; it was a token.

Then… Coach chuckled, pressing his body closer. Without any shorts, without anything on, it was obvious Coach’s sheathed cock was pressing against that squatting posterior. To anyone who might peer at it, it was obscene or oddly sensual.

Either way, Coach kept running his hand along that trail of black and red hair, going over to the lower belly. And then… He drifted.

The short brown fur returned along the sides, along the glutes… Along the thighs, the Coach poked and prodded, keeping them spread while reaching for the inside of those.

There was a tremor and a tension, with Coach almost feeling his cock slipping out of his sheath as he was so close to fucking that plump and spread-out ass. That rim was almost begging, aching to be fucked. Shaped nicely, stretched and plugged regularly… It was another hole that could be stuffed with pure Horse protein.

Still, the hands went inside and… With a yank, Coach adjusted the posture.

“Better now. You can release.”

A sigh followed, and then, as Coach stepped back, the hooves stomped while… Xeno turned towards the Horse.

The red markings remained spread all over his equine face: red ears, a red muzzle tip, and a black line going from the tip of the nose to the forehead. But his eyes… Oh, those eyes were definitely adjusted, similarly to that face. A perfect face, almost similar to Coach’s.

In a way, if anyone had a wild guess, they’d say Xeno might be Coach’s son. A ‘son’ Coach grabbed by the chin, guiding Xeno into a slobbery kiss until those eyes closed and a deep sigh echoed.

Coach’s home gym reeked of musk and sweat. It reeked of the smells of different men. But above them was the equine pungency of two studs. Two men who were going at it regularly. And just the thought of it made Coach’s cock slip out of his sheath.

The flared end, uncoated, was steamy and hot. It dripped on the floor, the precum already forming a puddle as the two Equine erections were slipping out and then… Meeting, almost smacking against one another until blood rushed in, and… Coach was eye to eye with Xeno.

Same height. Same build. Same species.

All except for one detail, as Coach reached between Xeno’s legs. Not for the muscles. But right for those nuts. Much like that chest, Xeno had some red scruff along the raphe. Another detail about the former Kitten.

A trace of who he was before, much like those nuts that were full. Bloated. And surely burning from within.

Oh… Coach grinned, his erection already reaching its full mast, and that spire already dripping at the idea of another rough session.

Similarly, Xeno was getting hard, too. However, his gaping and outstretched urethra was merely oozing whitish precum on the ground between them.

“Wanna have Coach's favorite protein shake?” asked Coach, going for his own cock, he stroked while still squeezing Xeno’s nutsack, feeling those bloated testicles barely resist the fingers digging into them. And… Xeno nodded, biting his lips.

“Sure, bud. You wouldn’t be as strong if not for it. Flex for me,” said Coach.

Xeno flexed his arms, showing how his biceps widened while spreading his legs. He looked fine. Sure, there were traces of his lineage. But nothing that mattered. He was a pure stud of a Horse… Almost. All that cum pumped down his balls had had its effect on Xeno over the year; his fur had thinned out, his muscles grown. He’d gained the inches needed to meet Coach eye to eye. But there was only one thing left as Coach grabbed his cock and aligned it with Xeno’s.

Sure enough, Xeno grinned. He knew it. Coach knew it… And as that outstretched cockcunt was penetrated through, Xeno kept flexing his muscles with sweat dripping all over him. The stench of sex and equine musk hung heavily in the air, filling their every breath.

And then, as Coach’s dick went beyond that ruined prostate, beyond that ruined organ… Xeno’s smile grew wider. His testicles were lifted, though nothing came. No ejaculation… Nothing as Coach’s cock plugged his passage through and through… And soon, Coach sighed.

His own balls lifted, his groin bursting with fire as he was lovingly massaged by Xeno’s cock cunt. He might have gotten a fine equine cock, perfect to fuck another stud. But that urethra, wide and gaping, was Coach’s. It was his private and favorite orifice. With only Coach being allowed to fuck it, thrust inside… And pump another dose of pure Equine nut-batter.

To have the joy of hearing Xeno neigh and whine, his tail whipping out… While those chunky cumshots were descending the tubes, bulging them on the way.

Each time, the veins on those nuts were bloated.

Each time, the heat they radiated grew stronger.

And each time, some strands of Xeno’s former fur dropped, strands after strands until… With a grunt, Coach thrust forward, hitting the back of Xeno’s prostate, pummeling it as he shot another load… And the last strands of red and black hair dropped off Xeno’s nuts, leaving them bare if not for the thin brown fur on them.

A fur Coach stroked as he reached down, his thumb stroking those now perfect and claimed Equine balls.

No traces of feline spunk, no traces of Xeno’s heritage after an entire year. Right on time for the Year of the Horse. A perfect sight as Coach kissed Xeno on the mouth and then planted his cap on Xeno’s head.

“Nothing left to change, Bud. Congrats on your new life,” he said, stuffing Xeno’s head under his arm. Putting those nostrils right against his fuzzy and steamy pits. A treat, a gift… And already, another neigh. But only Horse spunk came out, sticky and heavy… And definitely steamy. “Go convert them, Champ.”