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"Hey cutie."

Riker surprises me from behind and pins my left shoulder hard against the lockers with his thick, muscled arm. The rough slam makes a loud metal creak that echoes through the tiled room. He's drenched from the hot water that has been perpetually pouring from the line of shower heads against the far wall; His light brown mane is slick and matted against his strong neck and water steams off his pecs like exhaust from a muscle car revving at the start line. The air is thick and humid so with each breathe, a cloud of steam puffs from the nostrils at the end of his nose. The tall horse looks down over me with his piercing blue eyes and his lips twist into a devious grin as he squeezes my shoulder. Where did he come from? He wasn't here a second ago. I had just walked in here to... Why did I walk in here? I can't remember for the life of me. Does it even matter? My naked fur is damp from the steam pouring through air and my bare shoulder blades are hard pressed into the long wall of cold metal lockers. I must have just finished a game, it would explain the showers and my nudity, but I can't seem to recall who won. My thoughts are as cloudy as the warm humid air. I can't help but curl my ringed tail through my legs and cover myself, embarrassed by the handsome chestnut horse holding me steadfast in place.

I try respond but my stomach is too jittery to make anything coherent. "Oh, heh, I didn't think you wer- uh..." Riker puts a digit over the front of my nose, silencing me. Thankfully raccoons have the dark fur about the face for if not, he might have seen how my cheeks burn bright red around him. He chuckles to himself and slides his palm down my shoulder, lightly grasping me by the forearm. His thumb and forefinger easily encircle my wrist as he pulls my paw toward his waist. He has a towel wrapped around him, but it doesn't do well at hiding what he has underneath. A hefty bulge in the material marks the spot that I start to grope with a paw. Riker tosses his head back, sending his mane in a whirl as he lets out a snort of approval from, urging me to go further.

No hesitation this time. I wrap a paw over the top of the towel, feeling the heat radiating between it and his body before yanking on the fabric, letting it fall to tiled floor to reveal the equine manhood hanging semi-erect before me. Warm beads of water from the showers runs roll down over the pink blotch of skin midway down his shaft. Licking my lips, I tentatively wrap my paw around it and lift it up, lightly massaging the warm cock in my palm. In response, Riker takes a step over the towel toward me with a heavy hoof and widens his stance, his large hanging balls gently swinging between his thighs with the motion. He leans against the lockers on his arm over my shoulder, practically trapping me in place as I reach under his growing erection and give his balls attention as well. Blood swells into his length and it twitches and pulsing in my paw, begging for more action. I stroke Riker's large cock, moving my paw down toward the base and then back up around the tip, occasionally giving it a welcoming squeeze just behind the slightly raised ridge of its head. The pleasured look on the horse's face encourages me to keep going until its completely rock hard in my grasp, standing tall and swollen just a few inches away from my body.

Riker comes even closer, leaning is head in next to mine so I can feel his warm breath on my shoulder. His lips lightly touch the side of my neck which sends a shiver down my spine and makes my tail tingle with thrill. I can't tell whether it was intentional or not. Knowing him, I'm pretty sure he would rather die before caught doing any cutesy stuff like kissing, but it made me blush regardless. Maybe he did it on purpose but made it look like an accident. With his strong arms, one around my middle and the other clasped on the back of my thigh, he effortlessly lifts me some distance off the ground and rests my back again against the lockers so I'm nearly level with the top of his pointed ears. He doesn't have to say a single word except look up at me with a stern image in eyes and I drop my tail from out of the way, giving him access to the most intimate part of my body. Riker repositions himself, shuffling his massive frame forward a few inches until I feel the head of his warm cock stubbornly prod at the base of my tail. The heart in my chest jumps to an intense but the horse seems comfortably at home as he moves his hips a second time, missing again and sliding up between my thighs against my balls. Riker isn't used to not getting what he wants; He immediately becomes frustrated and bares his teeth, roughly pulling my legs apart to make things easier for himself. I've lost my sense of time but it feels like the years have been ticking by in this humid locker room. I want this as much as he does, if not more. I want him this instant. I reach down with a paw and find his protruding horse meat throbbing in the open air, yearning for somewhere to go. As I grasp it, my paw comes in contact with a sticky substance that I know for certain can't be from the water out of the showers. The swollen head of his cock slides along the base of my tail, leaving a trail of sticky pre cum in the short downy fur of my taint as I position his length in the correct spot underneath me. Riker's once frustrated scowl twists into a treacherous grin across his lips and he drops his hips a few inches, readying himself for the following movement. The muscles in his long equine face send ripples of exertion across the white blaze of fur covering his nose. This is it. It's been so long I can't believe it's finally happening. The combined efforts of all of his trained muscles sends his hips barreling into me.

The violent thrust sends an explosion through my lower body, a wave of feeling I perceived to be so powerful and real that I am jolted awake from the surreal dream. My heart is pounding and I'm drenched in cold sweat from ear to toe. I sit up in the lonely darkness of my bedroom to try and calm myself, my groggy head starting to realize it had all played out in my mind. Goddammit. Ever since the regional playoffs, I've been having these dreams on a weekly basis, and they seem to be getting hotter and more vivid with each occurrence. It's become worse what with finals coming around. I used to sleep walk if I was really stressed out about a test but it seems that has given way to near-wet dreams. The first time, it was a few nights after I got home from the regional games down the mountain, I had a dream that I saw Riker walk into a movie theater and stand at the entrance, looking around for an open seat until his eyes lock on me. He smirked and began striding toward me, his big shoulders lurching with each heavy step up the stairs... and then I woke up. It's been nearly a month now since I saw him at that hotel yet my phone has been eerily silent. I know he took down my number, and I know he intends, at least intended at the time, to do something with it. The waiting is killing me; I almost wish he'd call and threaten to tell my team what happened if I didn't meet and spread my legs for him. The more I think about his musky scent when I let of steam after practice, the more I end up dreaming about him. And the more I dream about him, the more I think about him during the day which just results in more dreams. This vicious cycle must happen with anyone Riker has been with, which I assume must be a sizeable crowd. Does he ever think about me?

The dream has me lusting over his memory again; There's a tent pitched in my boxers and I know my own penis will never let me go back to sleep unless I do something about it now. I guess tonight is as good as a night as any to try out my new toy, even If it means I'll be a little tired at class in the morning. I slink off the bed and noiselessly slide open my closet door, rummaging through a pile of dirty clothes until I come upon a plain brown box I had hidden there early in the day. My parents are right across the hall and even the slightest sound tends to carry, so I make a point of creeping as silently as possible. I pull it from hiding, barely able to contain my excitement as I open it. When the postman dropped off the conspicuously shaped package with a knowing smirk, I had only seconds to hide it before my mom arrived home from work, so I didn't have the time to make any use of it, much less break the sticker seal. Thankfully it seemed the postman was in a hurry so I was spared from too much embarrassment. I bite a whole in the tape and rip open the box in excitement, spitting out a piece caught in my teeth. Inside, wrapped in a sealed plastic bag, is an equine dildo sculpted magnificently from dark squishy silicone. Upon first seeing it I audibly gasp at its size. It's much bigger than it seemed in the pictures online. I can hardly believe its here, in my room, and it's all mine to use however I please. I lift it out with one paw but it slips from my grasp and thumps onto the carpet. Heavy. It's a similar shade of brown to Riker's member but it lacks the pink blotch of skin that he has midway down the shaft. I could have paid extra to have it customized but I thought that would have been kind of creepy and wasteful, and I don't have a lot of money to begin with, being in high school and all. The material has an attractive feel but it lacked the warmth and musk that made Riker irresistible. Still though, it's better than nothing. It also comes with a little white plastic bottle of lube that I immediately squirt into my palm and give it a sniff. Sweet.

Time for some action. Throwing everything on the bed, I slip out of my boxers to reveal my own length hard and aroused. I put some of the lube on myself then rub my dick against the silicone horse cock, comparing the length. It's no surprise that it, like the real thing, has that weird squishy ring around shaft toward the base a little, the same that Riker has, and if I hold the dildo parallel to myself, the tip of my dick just barely reaches it. Beyond that, there's still miles of horse, capped by a nicely shaped head and ridge around its circumference. It seems to go on forever across my bedsheets. I plop some more of the sticky liquid into my palm and cover the rest of the toy, then move to my knees and move my slickened paw under my tail.

Leaning over on my elbows, I sink a slippery finger into my backside and breath out a contented sigh. I really need to treat myself like this more often. All hockey and no play makes Seb a dull raccoon, if "dull" means pent-up and sexually frustrated. I prod inside a few inches and slide it along the walls, rubbing the viscous liquid around before sliding a second in without much work. Before too long, I'm on my back with my knees raised up against my chest, my slickened paw rhythmically moving back and forth down by my tail. At this point I'd usually find a comfortable, increasing pace and finger myself until I couldn't contain anymore arousal, and I'd push them in as far as I could, my toes curling as I make a mess of my stomach and sometimes chest if I haven't played with myself in a while. I've got something else planned so I stay under control and focus more on warming myself up. The toy I bought looks pretty thick so I try and work in a third digit to prepare myself, so with an extra glob of lube and some effort, I manage to work it in with a slight tinge of pain. As the third pops in, my hole suddenly becomes far tighter and it becomes much more difficult to move them around without feeling small pinches zap through the area between my balls and tail. It's pretty uncomfortable, but I don't get disheartened. I keep moving them around and pushing them deeper, slowly beginning to open myself up little by little. Pre drips off the tip of my dick and strings to the fur below my naval so I use my free paw to stroke myself, rubbing the pre into my paw as a sort of lube. Soon enough, the stings of pain lessen and then disappear completely as discomfort turns to pleasure.

That seems to be about enough. I remove my paw and lather a little more lube on the dildo, stroking it up and down, feeling the little small ridges and folds as if it were the real thing. Careful not to let it slip from my grasp, I pick it up by the balls and push the head between my cheeks. A few tugs and it doesn't go in. Wiggling my hips a little, I pull it toward me a little harder and I feel the pressure start to build up under my tail, but I still don't make any progress. Hmm.

It did say on the website that this size of horse cock wasn't for beginners but I wanted one as close to the one I handled back at the hotel. I only had a grainy picture to go off but it seems right in my paws. I didn't think it would be too hard to get at least half of it in, if not most of it. I watched a couple of videos of horses using it and they didn't have any trouble at all getting all the way to the base after a few thrusts, but of course they're probably more built for this type of toy. I did warm myself up after all. I know it'll take some time to be able to take the whole thing but for now, half will have to do until I get more chances to use it. I make the sure the head is positioned perfectly and try again, this time with more resolve. All that results are cramps which are beginning to form in my paw and wrist, but after several minutes of uselessly pushing harder and more, I grit my teeth and make one final attempt at getting it in. I stop jacking off for a moment, allowing me to use both paws to push hard at the base of the stubbornly thick dildo. To my frustrated surprise, the head of the oversized horse dildo pops inside my ass, sending lube with nowhere to go shooting onto my sheets. At first it feels like I need to run and urgently use the toilet, but the feeling quickly dissipates as a white hot wave of pain sears through my lower body. It's far bigger than anything I've taken back there in the past. My hole stretches and burns to accommodate its incredible girth.

"Aaahhh!" I yelp at the unexpected pain which fires up through my hips. I try to cover my muzzle but I'm not quick enough and the sound escapes, echoing through the dead silent house. Shit! My shaking paws stay covering my mouth in utter disbelief. Between my legs, the base of the dildo rests limply in the ruffled bedsheets and the thick shaft extends toward my body but mysteriously disappears down by my tail. Each heartbeat sends a tight throb of pain through my taint, as if I'm tied to the bed frame with taut ropes, but I'm more worried about the sound of my parent's door opening down the hall. They must have heard my yell because soon enough, my dad's heavy steps thump hurriedly across the wood floor toward my room so I quickly grab the covers and throw them over me, the head of the horse dildo still buried in my ass. There's simply no time to pull it out so I leave it in and hope he thinks the bulge in the sheets is my tail. Trying to hold the dildo so it doesn't move around, I roll onto my side to better conceal my erection that's trying to push its way through the blanket.

The hinges creak as he pushes open the door to my room, sending a ray of light from the hallway I can see through the corner of my closed eyelid. "Hmm..." he says, scanning the room. I stay perfectly still as my dad's masked eyes read over my bare shoulders pressed into the pillow. He stays standing there for what feels like a hundred years before softly closing my door again, content with finding me asleep. I remain frozen as he does a quick round through the rest of the house, not finding the courage to "wake up" until I hear the sound of my parents' room softly click shut, following by total silence. Rolling onto my side to hide my cock had moved the dildo around inside me more than I was ready for, making me bite the corner of my pillow to keep from making any more noise. It's a simply massive thing, I can hardly believe my own eyes seeing it actually in me. The close call combined with the new experience pumps up my heart rate to an intense pace, but it only seems to make me more aroused. Now that I'm alone, the fun can begin.

I reapply more lube and try pushing the toy in a little. The pain has mostly subsided and I'm left with a full feeling in my stomach that almost makes me feel like I need to use the restroom. The dildo doesn't seem to really want to go anywhere; Trying to move it around only makes pre cum eek from my own cock, providing lube as I stroke myself, but it only goes in probably a quarter of an inch. I may have bitten off a bit more than I could chew with this thing, but I'm still in love with it. For once, I'm not even thinking of Riker as I masturbate. It seems the toy has quenched my thirst of him, at least for now. I start little thrusts with the dildo, simply pushing it with a small amount of force and then loosening my paw. I'm nowhere near ready for it to go any deeper, it seems locked just a few inches in, like a tire trapped in thick mud, but the intense arousal that comes from the pressure nearly throws me over the edge. With each nudge of the dildo, I slide my slickened paw down the length of my dick, stroking up with each tug. I lift one of my legs above me so I can reach down better and run a paw around my hole. The area is so hot and tight I wouldn't be able to fit a pinky in if I wanted to. The underside of my tail is matted with lube but I'm so high with pleasure I don't really care. The sheets are going to have to be washed as well.

I bear down on the horse cock as I tug and pull at it, sending my ringed tail into a wild frenzy. I can feel every little bump and ridge in the head of the toy. Every little vein they designed into it. I hope this never ends. As I near climax, I readjust my grip on the base of the dildo and press in as hard as my body would let me. In the online videos, I loved watching the little bumps appear in the stomach of whomever was using the dildo as it penetrated deep inside them. It was really hot, but I can't get it in deep enough for that to happen. Still, the pleasure was immense. My toes curl and I involuntarily toss my head back into my pillow as I finish onto myself, shooting warm ejaculate onto the fur of my stomach, almost hitting my collarbones as I stir and twitch in ecstasy.

A lot of people, especially people like Riker, probably won't ever get to experience the arousal of bottoming, all because they don't let themselves delve into it. It's a shame because it's simply a wonderful feeling, not just the physical stimulation of getting fucked but knowing the that your body is being used as an ends to a means. The awareness that the guy behind you is getting off and you are the cause of it. I don't really know a good way to explain it other than "I like getting rammed", but something about being able to satisfy that frustrating urge in other guys is incredibly hot. I haven't found anything that tops the feeling of getting pounded, especially after a sweaty game against a rival school. One of the first games of the season, we absolutely destroyed this team from a little town a few miles away. One of the defenders was this red fox, probably a good few inches taller than me, that I took a liking to pretty quickly and invited to hang out with me and a group of friends on a trip to the movies after the game. He was obviously straight, but after a fun night of loosening him up and prodding his mind with taunts and pretty obvious hints, I convinced him to try something new after his girlfriend left him high and dry for a teammate. By the end of the night, I ended up pressed against the wall in a photo-booth as he "vented his frustrations" about losing his girlfriend and his team's winning streak. After he "let go of his stress" onto the back of my shirt, we traded phone numbers in case he was ever in town again and wanted to hang out again. We did see each other after that night. Whenever our schools played against each other, we'd wait until everyone left and we'd sneak away so he could repay me for the destruction we gave their team on the ice.

My team, the "Taggers", are well-versed against the other small teams on the mountain, which is how we managed to make it to the regional playoffs a little while ago. While we underestimated the size and strength of the teams the coastal cities down the mountain had to offer, I'm sure coach will find a way to beat them. He always does. I certainly hope our loss means we'll get more chances to play better teams. I wouldn't mind seeing that chestnut colored horse again.

I lie in silence for a moment, listening to my exhausted breath beat against the dark air as I try to control my heartbeat. "Whoa". It must have been hitting my prostate because my fur was sticky with more cum than I usually see, and it reaches all the way to my chest. Curious, I run a finger pad over a small sticky patch on my stomach and bring it to my nose. Eh.

I could certainly fit in more than three fingers in now if I wanted. My hole feels so hot and stretched open, this toy is definitely something else. The horse dildo now lay limply in the messied white sheets next to my tail, drenching the fabric with lube stains I'm much too tired to do anything about. The clock on my nightstand glares at me with the low numbers of the morning. I'll throw everything in the washing machine before school tomorrow, If I even bother going. The exertion left me completely spent and lusting over only the soft embrace of my pillow. Coach says he wants to expand the range of teams we play against to better prepare us for another chance at regionals. Hopefully that means I might cross paths with a certain horse again. With heavy eyes, I throw the sheets over me, leaving the equine dildo down by my legs and drift off to sleep, imagining Riker's arms pressing me against his chest.