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"So how was your day today hun?" "Just fine Tristan, just fine."

It was well into the evening before both men had found themselves back at home, in the modestly sized apartment looking over the city centre. The low pounding pitter patter of water drops sounded out around the apartment as Tristan, a six-hundred and thirty pounds' giant took his evening shower. Leonard Wolfe, his flat mate and friend was laying on a sofa playing a hand-held game. The door to the bathroom was left wide open to air the place out as much as letting the two men continue to talk without having to shout through the door.

"Are you going to be in there all night or does it just take that long to wash all the flab down?" Leonard asked aloud, briefly lifting his head from his game. "I just like to make sure I get every inch." Came the low toned and sultry reply laden with the equine's deep tones, a baritone if ever there was one. "Besides we all know you'd love to be in here with me, pushed up against the wall with my gut." Tristan continued as he took the shower sponge and rubbed down his armpits and sides. "Oh shush you..." The weariness of his tone matched only by the fatigue showing about his half lidded eyes.

Now and then Tristan took a moment to inquire about Leonard's fatigue. The Snow Leopard was usually tired looking, hardly the bouncing exuberant and energetic feline that the horse first met some years ago now. Leonard however was plagued twofold; he was smitten and he was shy. Tristan always knew that Leonard had a thing for him but for the snow leopard, the thought of coming out and just saying as much was a notion that usually had him choked up in seconds so he made a habit of pretending however futile to not be interested.

Tonight, however would be as relatively sleepless as the last, every night for Leonard was spent wracked with an endless cascade of fantasies and dreams wracked the feline's imagination nightly as he rested in his bed. He could not get Tristan out of his head. The things he wanted to do to the horse, the things he wanted the horse to do with him. The ease with which Tristan teased Leonard didn't help matters and however slowly, however gradual the snow leopard felt that aching need for his equine grow night by night.

Irrespective of his silently growing and aching need for Tristan, Leonard just laid back on the couch he had found himself, his fluffy digits nimbly working the hand-held in his paws as he completed one level, then the other and the next one after that. He had managed to distract himself long enough until his small, rounded ears had perked to the sound of a slightly squeaky dial as the cascade of shower came to a sudden halt.

"So, how do I look hun?" Asked Tristan aloud as the obese horse stepped out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom. Leonard let out a sharp gasp and curled up, tucking his face behind his paws. "Oh for the love of god Tristan put a damned towel on!" "What's wrong, can't handle all this?" The horse asked as his fingers took the time to reach from the bottom of his underbelly and up along his softness, caressing and giving his folds a little playful jiggle. Tristan being a horse, of course had balls the size of cantaloupes and a shaft that was just as impressive to match. He wasn't even hard but the feline only doubled his efforts to hide his face as he caught glimpses of his flat mate's equine package.

The snow leopard groaned to himself and sighed. "Just go to bed to bed Tristan, it's late enough as it is already." "Oh alright hun, don't stay up to late yourself now." Tristan said as he flashed a coquettish grin back to the feline, a large, strong hand coming down to ruffle the fur on the feline's head, the cat himself swatting away Tristan's hand as he huffed and flicked his tail. "Yeah, I'll bare that in mind..." Once he was sure that Tristan's back was turned to him, Leonard lifted his head and stared fixedly at the immense ass of the horse bouncing, swaying and wobbling into his bedroom, oh how he lusted after that ass.

It wasn't until a half hour later that Leonard decided that he may as well at least try to catch some sleep, maybe he could distract himself by counting sheep long enough that he might fall asleep but even then, some sheep were very handsome. With a sigh, he turned the lights off in the apartment and dragged himself off to his own bedroom. Sitting down on the side of the bed, Leonard closed his eyes and did his best to think of all the things that would turn him off in some fruitless effort to distract himself from his flat mate. His top came off, followed by his shorts and his jockstrap before climbing into bed, pulling the covers up and resting his head on the pillow. "Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts." He repeated to himself like a mantra. The snow leopard failed however, it seemed like anything he thought of to turn him off, somehow returned to Tristan. His mind was addled by Tristan's visage, his beauty and his kindness. Not everyone could say they'd find an obese horse appealing in the slightest, but to Leonard, Tristan was incredible in every sense of the word.

"Ten past one..." The snow leopard turned his head to see the softly lit face of his digital clock and sighed, he was determined to get a good night's sleep, he felt as though he had to. He closed his eyes and snuggled himself under his duvet. His arms and legs spread out like a starfish, he sighed and relaxed all his muscles. He tensed his muscles, then relaxed them again, a technique he was once told was 'sure to help' him with his distracting and his mind, omnipresent house mate.

After a while, Leonard would have sworn blind that it had been hours yet not a single wink of sleep had past him by. Turning his head back to his clock the snow leopard just groaned and shut his eyes. "Twenty past one! What is this?" He groaned, he moaned, he turned onto his side and soon found one of his paws reaching down between his legs and brush up against the fact that his shaft was already pushing out of his thick sheath. "I can't take this anymore... I can't, I have to do something." The snow leopard could very easily masturbate, lose himself in any number of his fantasies and blow off some steam, but no. No matter how many times he climaxed to a fantasy, it wouldn't do, he had to have Tristan, he couldn't see any way around it. Did he have the gall to just up and ask his friend in the middle of the night for sex? No, he did not. Tristan would never let the snow leopard live it down. Leonard could see it now, the endless teasing over having wound up the snow leopard so much that he was begging the horse for sex. "No... I'm not going to." He said to himself as he bit his lower lip. "I'm going to have my horse, and he's never going to know it."

Tristan was however fortunately or not, a very heavy sleeper. One sleepless night the snow leopard was fixing himself a drink in the kitchen and managed to shatter not one cup, not two, but a whole cupboard full. The following morning neighbours had thought to ask what that banging was next door but did Tristan, who slept just one room away ever stir or ask about what went bump in the night that time? No, he was a sleeping beauty all the night long. If Tristan could sleep through that, he could sleep through anything. At least that's what Leonard was counting on as he threw off his duvet, grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside dresser and started to creep along his room. "I am so dead if he catches me..." He knew in his head that if anything Tristan would just take the excuse to tease him even harder if he was caught in the act but as bold as the cat was, he was too shy to risk being caught and despite carrying a fair amount of weight himself, with the grace of a ballet dancer yet the build of an opera singer, Leonard managed to slip out of his bedroom and out into the main room of the apartment.

Never had anything felt quite so still in the apartment as it did now. There was nothing; no sounds, no movement and barely any light save the digital clock on the microwave. "I cannot believe I am going to go through with this..." He said silently to himself, his silvery eyes piercing through the darkness as they clasped onto Tristan's bedroom door. Leonard may have had some graceful movements but he still managed to clatter about a little as he got there. His heart pounded and his breaths came at a quiet but quick pace, his large paw gripping onto the bottle of lube as though for dear life. He was working himself up but he couldn't help it, there was something so wrong... yet so deliciously perverse about what he was going to do, what he felt like he had to do. It was scandalous, salacious and wrong, to Leonard though, it couldn't feel more right.

Tristan's bedroom door creaked open, it seemed like the door itself was trying to antagonise the snow leopard. Every inch creaked out and groaned heavily, seemingly louder than ever. "Shut up, shut up, shut up..." The cat groaned inwardly as he inched the door until he could just about squeeze his frame through the door and slip past it. Tristan, being the virile stallion that he was, even in slumber could get the snow leopard aroused to no end. The equine's room was blanketed in the scent of his musk, it was a hot day after all and like Leonard, the horse had a habit of sleeping nude. The feline's nose twitched as he sniffed and took in the musk of his flat mate, sighing out and shuddering softly as he stopped himself from moaning, his own shaft rising that bit further.

It took no time at all for Leonard's silvery eye to clasp on the prize of his affections. There Tristan laid in his bed, rolled onto his side and snoring so heavily that it drowned out the cat's slowly developing purr. Tristan had a king-sized bed and his size justified it. However, the bed frame paled in its duty to support the horse. Tristan's legs hung over the end of the bed and the duvet that was supposed to keep him warm covered his middle and precious little else. Thankfully the apartment was usually warm enough that it didn't matter either way and the warm spring night was no exception.

"My... awesome... amazing, incredible, sexy, awe inspiring friend..." The cat muttered out as he saw his friend lay there on the bed. "Please forgive me..." He said silently as he walked around in front of Tristan and gripped the duvet with one paw, making sure he had a firm grip of it as he slowly peeled it down. The horse's figure and all the fat therein was only emphasised now that he was on his side. His belly, moobs, thighs and ass all seemed to sag, the horse's folds resting on one another. As the duvet peeled off more and more of that body was revealed. "Love you hun." The cat said as he slowly kneeled beside the bed, head height with Tristan's own body. Leonard's eyes went from Tristan's sleek black mane, to his short charcoal coloured fur coating his body from head to hooves. However, there was something about being so close that naturally made the horse look so much more, so much bigger and so much more imposing. "Tristan...?" The cat slowly called out as he looked to Tristan's face. Hearing no reply, the cat contented himself that the horse was in a deep sleep that he wouldn't be so easily roused from.

The snow leopards relatively large paws flexed and spread out as he lifted them, his grabby paws slowly inching forward with baited breath and a bit lower lip. His paws, came to rest on Tristan's belly. It was soft, softer then he thought it would feel and very warm. A grunt from the horse however made the cat recoil as quick as lightning, pulling his paws back and looking up at his friend's face. He was still sleeping and the cat breathed out a sigh of relief.

He raised his paws once more and rested them on the horse's middle, either side of his navel. The feel of that big, soft, warm belly had the cat's erection fully hard and throbbing in moments. "You're even better than I thought you could be, and I thought the world of you..." He moaned quietly as he started to knead his paw pads against that soft and boundless belly, slowly massaging its girth. It was like memory foam in his paws, it was so soft, so squishy and malleable but so warm. Leonard could lose himself against that belly alone and cuddle it all night long but he had other plans. The snow leopard sat up a little and bowed his head until his muzzle was inches from Tristan's navel. It looked so deep, so cavernous and instinctively the cat poked out his rough tongue and dragged it along the horse's belly button. Leonard paused with baited breath as the horse let out a grunt once more. Tristan didn't stir further however and the cat pressed on, his tongue slowly lapping out of Tristan's deep belly button as fondly as any cat licking out of its bowl and happily, his cheeks blushed as he saw his friend was starting to get hard. The snow leopards blush only got more pronounced and bright as he then started to moan. Equines were known for the size of their shafts but it seemed to Leonard as though his friend just kept growing. Twenty-two inches long with a five-inch girth and balls as huge to match the cat just moaned aloud. He had never seen his friend hard like this before and it was mesmerising. More to the point, Tristan's dick was musky. The jet-black length speckled with splotches of white was clearly throbbing invite of the cat. It was an invitation, no, it was a dare, and it was one Leonard was not going to back away from now.

The cats' paws moved from Tristan's belly to that length and as the cat slowly wrapped around the base of Tristan's dick, the cat felt it throb. In a single instant, the cat could feel the raw surge of power through the stallions' length. The length was rigidly hard, it throbbed with a strength the cat hadn't thought possible or even knew he existed but in any case, his thoughts were assured. Tristan was a man like no other. Leonard had to taste it, he had to, he couldn't miss the chance. Not wanting to wake Tristan however, Leonard made sure to keep his tongue toward the back of his mouth as he slowly leaned himself down and planted his soft lips against the tip of the horse's dick. Tristan's musk flooded the cat's nostrils as the slightly salty, sweaty taste of the horse's dick danced on the cat's lips. One taste wasn't enough. Leonard started to all but make out with the flared head of the stallion's cock, his lips caressed and sucked softly as he lavished his affections over it until the flared head was shiny with spit. "I wish so hard... that your godly length could pound my ass, as I'm held in your big strong arms..." The cat briefly loosing himself in his fantasies once more before realising that he had a paw on his own cock and slowly beating off. "Not yet!" The cat reminded himself, whipping his paw away just before his climax. "No, there's a better place..."

Leonard, of course already had the perfect place in mind. Once or twice Tristan had flashed his ass at the cat in his attempts to tease him and the horse had a pucker like the best of equines, a thick black hole, a beautiful donut pucker that was so beautifully large and soft looking. He was only ever flashed with it, but now Leonard had the perfect chance to get to know equine rumps on a whole new, and much more intimate level. Leonard got up, the smooth precum from his shaft hanging from his tip like a silk strand as it bounced from side to side with the cat's every step. When he got around to the other side of Tristan's bed he raised a footpaw and rested it on the bed, lightly pressing to see if the rocking would stir the horse at all. To Leonard's relief, it didn't. The cat lifted one of the horse's ass cheeks and there It was, that large round donut so beautifully nestled in the folds of the horse's ass. The feline could only begin to imagine the size of cock his friend could take and once more had to reel himself in from his fantasies before they got the better of him. "Let's do this love." He said with a wry grin and bright blush.

The cat hauled himself onto the bed behind Tristan, cosying himself on his friend's bed as they slept so soundly, so deeply. The cat was thankful he was already so close, he wouldn't have to thrust long or hard to bust a nut and it saved the chance of a full-on pounding waking up his friend. The feline's confidence grew slowly however as he continued his ministrations. He took the bottle of lube he had brought with him and squirted a length of the cool gel over his shaft and gave it a few strokes just to slather himself up nice and slick until it all but glistened off whatever dim light there was to be had.

"Please don't wake up now..." He silently begged as he lifted Tristan's ass cheek once more and prodded the donut therein with the tip of his barbed shaft. The snow leopard pushed his length in past the soft rim of Tristan's donut hole and the rest was history. The cat felt himself losing his shaft to the horse's velvet passage which seemed to suck him in, the clenching of Tristan's passage gripping the feline's cock and squeezing the precum out of it. "Oh- Oh god, f-fuck, dammit..." The cat cursed aloud as he moaned and wrapped an arm over Tristan's chest and snuggled himself against his friend's back, spooning him softly as he rocked his hips and pushed up against those soft horse buns. It was as he thought though, the feline wasn't long in his gentle thrusting before he let out a low hum and his throbbing, aching cock squirted, pumping out its load deep into Tristan's ass. "Y-Yeah..." He shuddered, panting softly as he stayed for a while, his arm wrapped around his equine lover as he let the other's tunnel work over his length.

Leonard knew he couldn't stay though, he had to leave or he'd be caught eventually. He slowly inched his shaft out and let Tristan's donut pucker against the air. Seeing the cream dribble out of that pucker and not wanting to be caught, Leonard quickly slid off the bed and leaned across the mattress, slurping the cum up with his own tongue and shuddering softly, so wrong, but so right, he felt as he cleaned his friend's hole. Once he composed himself he got up and crept back to the bedroom door as silently as he did coming from it. Looking back to his friend he bit his lower lip and creaked the door open once more and slipped himself outside, turning back only briefly before leaving.

"One of these days, I'll come clean love. 'Till then, goodnight." He said, blowing a kiss as he closes the door and leaves his equine lover to sleep in peace until morning.