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The rain started to trickle down as Zach walked Ricky up to his apartment. The wide-hipped mouse moved with distinct clumsiness, often wincing, which always made Ricky look away and bite his lip. I feel bad enough as it is, he sourly thought. Can you quit being such a queen about it already?

"My place isn't very nice. Don't laugh about it," Zach quivered, pushing open the door. He gestured for the stallion to head inside, and he did, stepping into the dark with some apprehension. A soft blue light glowed about ten feet away from him, cast on the floor of another room. When Zach followed him in and hit the light switch by the door, Ricky saw that the mouse's modesty was ill-deserved: the apartment was nearly lavish, beautifully coordinated and sporting modern, but comfortable-looking furniture in largely black shades. The carpet and walls were a pearly white, unmarred by cigarette smoke.

"Jesus Christ," Ricky numbly muttered, gawping around.

Zach shut the door firmly, locking it at his back. The rain was picking up strength. "It's not very nice," he reiterated. "I know that. It's probably a dump compared to what you're used to."

The black stallion began to wander, sheepishly keeping his tough and grubby worker's hands away from the immaculate walls. He saw that the ethereal blue light was being cast by an aquarium of perhaps thirty gallons. Tropical fish happily swam through ceramic ruins and fluttering kelp in its spotless water. "Shit, man. Just cover up the bare insulation and pick up all the empty pizza boxes and yeah, my place is the fuckin' Taj Mahal," he quipped, glancing over his shoulder at Zach. The rodent bared a fleeting smile and Ricky found himself answering it. "This place is amazing, dude. Did you do it up like this?"

A shrug from the mouse. He pulled off his hoodie and set it on the ottoman. "I don't really go out much. I guess I like to make my place look as nice as I can." He folded his arms over his girly chest and huffed as though dissatisfied. Ricky thought, aside from the puffy redness of his eyes, that Zach looked very cute at the moment. He resisted the urge to touch the mouse. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Ah, it's nothing," Ricky said, waving it off. He rubbed his tired ruby eyes, smoothed back his two-toned hair. "Listen. Zach, dude. Listen."

"I'm listening," Zach dryly said.

Ricky huffed. "Look. Um. If I can do anything to make you feel better--."

"Maybe you can, actually," the rodent suddenly said, reaching back to palm his sore behind. "Do you... ah, hm. Do you think--?"

The stallion gave Zach a moment to stew in thought. He perked his ears to the rising sound of rain. Thunder shook the building, making a framed poster of Kahnso in the living room rattle on its mount. "Do you think what, buddy?" he gently asked after a few uncomfortable seconds.

"Ah, god, it's stupid. Forget it," Zach moaned. "This whole night's been stupid," he melodramatically added, brushing past Ricky on his way into the kitchen.

Following the hypnotic sway of Zach's butt, Ricky uttered, "Amen to that."

In the middle of pouring himself a glass of fruit punch (he offered Ricky some with awkward politeness, and even though the horse was thirsty he kindly refused), Zach felt the nerve to finish his request. He sipped his juice, then said with his lip still stained maroon, "Would you massage my butt? It hurts so much."

A lopsided smile quirked Ricky's cute, boyish face. He laughed nervously and rubbed his neck, resting on the counter with his other hand. "Uh, well--? I mean. Why not, I guess? If you're sure about it."

"I'm sure," Zach quietly said, more into his cup than at Ricky. He chugged down the rest of his drink and rinsed the glass out. Lightning flashed through the porthole window above the sink, making Zach flinch and nearly drop his glass on the floor. Ricky lunged to catch him and the cup, but there was no need.

"Well then, uh," Ricky shrugged. "Yeah. Sure. Wherever you wanna do this, man."

Like the prelude to something more tender, Zach took Ricky by the hand and led him to the living room. With a gentle thumbing of the dimmer knob by the door frame, he raised the lights enough that the furniture could be picked out, while leaving the aquarium the dominant light fixture of the room. He looked at Ricky and said in a cutely sheepish way, "I like how the aquarium looks when it's dark in here."

The mouse stared at Ricky, waiting for the horse to say something. When Ricky slid his hands into his pockets and rocked slightly on his hooves, Zach sighed and turned to the couch. He took the two big, cuddly throw pillows off of it, dropping one near the other. "So, ummm."

Ricky tilted his head, smiled narrowly. A harsh crash of thunder made him wince, but Zach was surprisingly blase about it. A little shaken, the horse murmured, "Yeah?"

"Ah, mmh, I don't know," said Zach, opening his fly. "Just don't like people seeing my butt. Even though you saw it already, I guess."

"Well, you know, it's--, you honestly have a cute ass," Ricky offered with a shrug. "I kinda like it when guys have butts that aren't flat like pancakes, it's really--."

"Just stop, please stop right there," Zach moaned, trying to sound impatient, but he was blushing. Fortunately for him was the fact that it was hard to notice in the dim light. He tugged down his pants but left on his briefs. "All I want is a nice rub. Be gentle."

Ricky nodded soberly, watching as Zach eased himself down onto the pillows, putting one under his head, the other beneath his belly. His big, round behind filled out his briefs wonderfully, pulling them tight like a pair of panties was supposed to look. Ricky could see the crack of the mouse's ass in relief, and he couldn't help but to lick his lips.

What Ricky could also see, however, was the horrible bruising he and Kahnso had both put on the rodent's ass. The cheeks had thankfully lost that vaguely necrotic black-and-blue discoloration to instead become a more flushed red, but being reminded of his own penchant for coked-up savagery made Ricky uncomfortable. He knelt and awkwardly cupped the mouse's behind, finding that the cheeks with their generous fat seemed to ooze around his fingers. The softness and warmth was awesome, and he suddenly felt a pang of jealousy that it was Kahnso who fucked the boy from behind.

Slowly, softly, Ricky palmed Zach's butt. Under his careful touch the mouse squirmed, sometimes whining but mostly cooing. The mildly pleasured noises made Ricky feel marginally better, though he never rubbed any harder, fearing what a hard grip would do to such thoroughly spanked flesh. He uttered over the sound of the rain, "That feel good?"

"Mostly," Zach answered. "It hurts. I have to admit that."

Ricky withdrew his fingers slowly - and with some reluctance. He put them on the boy's thighs, fingertips notching into the fat folds where his cheeks met his thighs. "You want me to quit?"

Zach shook his head before he said, "Nuh--, no. No... my cheeks don't hurt like they used to, but, um."

A brief smile flashed across Ricky's face. He was finding Zach particularly cute at that moment. "What's wrong?" He chanced a pet name: "What's the matter, hon?"

The bottom-heavy mouse sighed through his nose and swished his whip tail, brushing it unintentionally on Ricky's snout. The horse took it and softly stroked its fleshy length. "Well, it's--, um. See, it's not so much my butt cheeks that are hurting now."

"Uh huh?"

"It's my butt hole. That--, that really hurts," Zach admitted in a tiny voice. "I can still feel it throbbing..."

Ricky sucked on his bottom lip, holding back the urge to chuckle. When he felt sufficiently guarded against his own laughter, he gently palmed the mouse's cheeks, playing under the edges of his underpants with his thumbs, and asked, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"Honestly... yes, I kinda do."

"Okay. I can do that," the horse fondly said. "Let's just get these down." And he slowly peeled the mouse's briefs off, peeling them downward and tugging them out of the crack of his ass, exposing a cleavage far greater than that of the biggest tits Ricky had ever seen entering and exiting Kahnso's dressing room. For one long moment he humored a vivid thought of raping the mouse again. Could he have gotten away with it? Probably. Zach was too cowed to scream for help, he thought, and all Ricky would have had to do was tell him he'd take him back to Kahnso if he didn't shut up. His penis stiffened, struggling against his fly. He shuddered.

Before Zach could ask what was keeping Ricky (he was in fact about to ask if the horse was trying not to laugh at his fat butt), the horse leaned lower and pulled apart the mouse's cheeks. He nearly winced when he saw the sorry state of the pucker down between them, because although it had closed up following its gouging from Kahnso's knot, it was still terrifically swollen and red. He could have counted the rodent's pulse just by the visible throbs of his anus. He audibly tutted and whispered, "Goddamn, I'm so sorry this happened."

"It's all right, I guess," Zach muttered without conviction. "It happens to me sometimes."

"I--, what, you get raped a lot?" Ricky blurted, looking at the back of the mouse's head before glancing at his pucker again. All thoughts of nailing the boy had vanished.

Shamefully, Zach answered: "Yyyes, that just kinda happens... I don't get why. It's so weird that anybody would want my fat butt."

Ricky didn't agree or disagree, but his cock was still hard even if the thought of sexual assault had subsided. He let the awkward silence fester a moment, then he nosed into the deep crack of Zach's ass. He found the musk of the boy to be subtle; Zach, he realized, must have kept himself immaculately clean at all times for his musk to be this light. It occurred to him to suggest that he let his natural smell breathe a bit, but he knew Zach would've just taken it the wrong way.

Gently, Ricky kissed the mouse's puffy anus. An encouraging moan passed Zach's lips, making Ricky grin. He licked the reddened flesh then, softly squishing it under his tongue; Zach groaned and bit his bottom lip. Feeling encouraged by the feedback, Ricky let his licks become steady, laying one after another on the mouse's quivering pucker. Hardly to his surprise, the rodent let his chubby legs drift further apart and bucked his fat ass back. Ricky in turn stuffed his muzzle in even harder and gave the mouse another kiss, this one much firmer, with a soft suckle toward the end.

"Ah, ooh--, oh gawd," Zach whimpered. "Oh, I really, really like that, ooh my gawd..."

The stallion wriggled the tip of his tongue right into the bullseye of Zach's anus. He was able to pry it open like this, but as he started to earn some purchase, the mouse bleated, "Stop, please stop!" Miffed but still fairly sympathetic, Ricky eased back then took a long, slow lap up from the back of Zach's sack to the base of his tail. A stripe of thick equine slobber moistened the boy.

"Please, that's--, that's enough, okay?" Zach whined.

Ricky pushed himself up with one hand. He was fondling himself with its twin. A short-lived runner of drool ran from his lower lip to the very base of Zach's tail. "That didn't last very long," he sneered. "Hope it helped, anyway."

"It did," Zach agreed, albeit quietly. He looked over his shoulder and saw Ricky from the corner of his eye. "Sorry."

"For what now?" the horse asked, failing to keep the edge out of his voice. Predictably, Zach winced and looked away. "Oh, come on, I'm sorry! Okay? Please, I'm sorry... I just don't know how to, you know--," he waved his hand sharply, "how to deal with you, I guess. I've been a roadie since I was like seventeen, I've always been around other roughneck types."

Zach didn't answer, but it was plain to see that he was just skittish, not necessarily standoffish. He got up onto his knees, wobbled, and was caught by Ricky. "Thank you," he muttered, looking over his shoulder again. "I, um--, I need to go to the bathroom for a few minutes."

Weird fuckin' thing to say, Ricky thought, barely resisting the natural urge to scowl. "Yeah, all right," he uncertainly said. "I'll just... watch some TV, I guess."

As the mouse stood and started to tug his briefs up over his thick ass, however, Ricky came to a realization which made him snicker: he's gonna go rub one out. Unable to stop himself, he laughed, "Uh, hey, you can take care of that in front of me if you wanna. Maybe I can take care of mine, too."

The rodent's face turned almost beet red. He suddenly tugged his t-shirt down over his erection, distorting the KOCAINE KAHNSO logo on its breast. "I-I wasn't--!" he tried to protest, and succeeded only in squeaking adorably. "I'm not gonna do that! I mean... I mean, um--!"

"Okay - listen, honey," Ricky said as gently as he could. To his genuine surprise, his voice was a dulcet coo. He waddled closer on his knees and gently held the rodent by his fat thighs, which he rubbed up and down in soft strokes. "I think it's pretty obvious that I got you goin' with my tongue. And if I'm being honest - and I think I am - it's actually pretty cute. I mean, you're cute. I think it's a shame this whole night turned out the way it did."

"Um... you're a pretty handsome guy, I guess," Zach said, feeling like he was being put on the spot. He smoothed back his two-toned, gothy hair and huffed. "It's just that I feel weird being turned on by you. 'Cause of what happened earlier with, um," he paused, as if saying the name of the demon could summon him. He gestured at the silkscreen logo on his shirt.

"Well," Ricky licked his lips thoughtfully, "it doesn't change what happened earlier, but what if I did something for you?"

"Like what?" Zach asked, narrowing his gray eyes behind his glasses. He was still holding down his shirt; his penis, actually quite impressive considering his lack of dominance, throbbed under it and left a stain of pre in the black fabric.

Just show, don't tell, Ricky thought, unhanding the mouse. He rocked back on his knees, peeled off his shirt, then worked open his fly. The rodent watched, engrossed in morbid curiosity as Ricky kicked off his pants, then his boxers, making himself entirely nude. He took another look at Zach, seeming to consider the size of his penis before he flopped onto the pillows, rubbing his long equine meat against the soft carpet. He flagged his tail up and exposed the round curves of his bottom, although his ass couldn't compare in size or curvature to Zach's. "Do whatever you want," he said gently. "You wanna fuck my brains out and pull my hair? Go for it. My way of making right by you."

It seemed at first like Zach wouldn't do it, and that didn't surprise Ricky much. He had actually started to think of his offering as symbolic and nothing more; there was no way a pussy like Zach would fuck anything that didn't pin him down and ride him. And that was a good thing, because Ricky wasn't given to bottoming, and he wasn't sure he could handle a dick like Zach's, especially if the mouse didn't know what he was doing.

But Zach was just weighing his options, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted the horse's bubble butt. That's a nice ass, he thought, pulling his shirt off, slipping off his briefs. I wish mine were that size.

Zach straddled Ricky's thighs, laying his cock in the horse's crack. Ricky blushed and grunted. "Oh, you're--, you're gonna go for it?"

"Um, yes?" Zach asked, the cadence saying duh! He pulled back, put the head of his dripping stiffy against the back of Ricky's smooth balls, and pushed it forward. He slid easily between the velvety, ebony cheeks of the horse's ass, and he shivered at the feeling of that slightly sweaty warmth around his penis. He could feel the flesh of Ricky's taint and anus grinding on his meat, but he didn't want to fuck the stallion. With as much as his own butthole still throbbed, he couldn't fathom inflicting that on another creature. Using the cheeks, however, seemed like a fair compromise. He held them from either side and started to buck, moving clumsily but already beginning to moan earnestly.

Quietly, Ricky moaned. He looked over his shoulder at Zach for a moment, then rested his head on his folded arms. His tail swished, brushing against the mouse's face, ending up ignored. "Ever done this before?"

Zach made a confused noise, as if he'd forgotten what words even were: "Mmm?" His rhythm slowed, his large balls coming to rest against Ricky's, and then he started again with a hotter blush on his face. "I've, uh, had it done to to me... some weird guys really like my butt." He slid his hands up Ricky's back, resting them on the horse's bony shoulder blades; he found that Ricky's ass cheeks were muscular enough to grip him without being squeezed. "But this is the first time I've been on the other end of it."

The horse chuckled. Thunder rumbled, shaking the floor; Ricky found it oddly pleasant against his subtly flared member, which oozed pre into the carpet. "I've never had it done to me," Ricky remarked. "Guess tonight's just full of surprises, eh?" Zach didn't answer.

Even though Zach was eager, he was clumsy and inefficient. It hardly seemed to matter; his breathing was quick, each one a tiny gasp, and he dug his fingers into Ricky's tough back. "Ooh... oh, gawd," Zach puffed, his long whip of a tail swishing all around in a pleasurable display. He became aware of Ricky's equine tail brushing on his belly and he grabbed it, giving its luxuriant hair a stroke. "Your hair--, I mean, your hair on your head and your tail, it's all really pretty."

"Thanks," Ricky mumbled. "Are you gonna--?"

"Y-yeah, I am," Zach huffed. "Is that okay...?"

Ricky sneered. "I wouldn't be laying on my stomach if it weren't, huh? Jizz washes out."

The mouse nodded, even though Ricky couldn't see him doing it. He bit his lip again and firmly grasped the horse's shoulders in both hands. His grinds were becoming even sloppier, his cock rubbing lewdly against the intimate flesh down in the horse's ass crack. Ricky was blushing, eyes tightly shut and penis leaking and pulsing on the floor. He humped the carpeting, in turn bumping his femboy butt back against the mouse.

"Gawd, I'm gonna--, I'm about to do it," Zach shuddered, rolling back his eyes before closing them. "Ooh, gosh..."

Now Zach dug his fingers painfully into Ricky's skin, but the horse said nothing in spite of his wince. He thought about the welts on the mouse's ass and the fact that he was responsible for them, and suddenly the feeling of nails digging into his skin didn't seem all that bad. "Mmh, c'mon," he uttered with some strain in his voice. "Cum for me, hon. Don't be shy."

Telling Zach not to be shy was like telling water not to be wet, but Zach was cumming regardless of his social awkwardness. He hissed through his clenched teeth and bitten lip as his long, if not narrow cock throbbed. He bucked into Ricky's ass crack, his balls splaying out on the horse's, and stayed exactly where he was when he began to squirt. The first rope was like a tracer to guide the rest, a particularly brilliant and strong spurt which diffused on the horse's tail base, squirting up the edges like a small geyser. It ran down the sides of Ricky's ass cheeks, soaked into his tail, and even stuck to Zach's belly. Every subsequent spurt was a little weaker than the last, and by the fourth, they'd become little more than an ooze running into the stallion's ass crack, smearing across his quivering donut of an anus like a candy glaze.

Through his orgasm, Zach was reserved, merely huffing. He matched Ricky in this regard. He rubbed the horse's shoulders where he'd gripped them and said with a sigh, "That was nice."

As Zach sat up and guiltily surveyed the damage (though he left his still-throbbing prick in the horse's ass crack), Ricky said, "I'm glad. I mean, uh... I hope it makes things a little better, anyway."

Zach made a quiet, unreadable noise and pulled away from Ricky, his cock glazed with semen, which also filled Ricky's crack and gleamed dully in the dim light. Over the noise of the rain, which rose and fell dramatically as the wind slapped it against the windows, he said, "You can use my shower if you want."

The thought of washing his grimy body and jerking off in the shower seemed very pleasant to Ricky. As often as he climbed gantries which may as well have been lighting rods, the idea of showering during a thunderstorm didn't faze him. "Yeah, that sounds all right," he agreed, getting up slowly. He instinctively clenched his ass cheeks when he felt the mouse's semen shifting between them. "You gonna be all right?"

Ricky turned to see that Zach was cleaning his member with some tissues. It struck him as very cute, for some reason. "What do you mean?" the mouse asked, not looking up to see Ricky's grin.

"I mean, uh," Ricky put his hands on his hips, not shy of his erection (even though it was starting to wane), "with the storm going on, and what happened tonight... you gonna be okay on your own?"

Zach looked at Ricky with an expression the horse didn't expect: he was smirking. In a sardonic tone to match it, he said, "I wasn't planning on boarding you tonight. I'm okay with being alone. Now just, you know, go on and shower. Before you sit on something. This furniture was all pretty expensive."

Ricky left for the shower without saying another word. Rather than ask for help, he found the bathroom by wandering; the apartment wasn't that large, anyway.

Left to himself, Zach slipped his briefs back on and curled up on the couch. Tomorrow, he supposed, he'd go through his apartment and throw out all of his Kahnso stuff. Maybe Ricky would help him with that. He didn't want to sell it; he just wanted to throw it out. He took off his glasses, put them on the end table, and closed his eyes. In time he fell asleep, and when Ricky found him that way, the horse took a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over the mouse.