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After dinner, I sat talking with the Justin and Carla about them and about me over another cup of tea and a plate of designer cookies. They got their millions in an office lottery they shared with only one other person; some guy named Bruce they were also living with. While they decided to move to bigger and better things with their shares, Bruce got a smaller home and lived modestly. Aside from that, they were pretty normal people that liked playing video games on the TV that comes out of the floor and complaining about their upstairs neighbour sometimes over his parties.

I looked out the window from the dining room table to see that the sun had since went down. I covered my mouth as I yawned, but I was still caught by Carla.

“Looks like you could use some sleep,” she said, taking my cleared plate. “Justin and I will clean up. You go to bed.”

I nodded and excused myself from the table. I closed the bedroom door behind me before collapsing on the bed. I figured the day went fairly well despite being forced to room with a pair of sexually open-minded horse-people.

I reached out to stretch, but when my hand tapped the pillow, I remembered that I hid that one magazine under it. I then remembered the box below the bed.

I sat up on the edge, reaching down between my legs and bringing the box onto my lap. I had a brief thought about this during dinner, but now I had some privacy to sate my curiosity.

I bit my lip as I pulled the top off and peaked inside. There certainly was an assortment of masturbation toys in there, including a plug and a dildo as thick as my wrist. There was no taking that hunk of silicone shaft, but I did notice a pink sleeve nestled neatly nearby with a container of clear lube.

I picked up the sleeve and kneaded it in my hand. It easily gave and stretched any which way I tried. I then tested some of the lube by squirting a tiny droplet into my palm. It was incredibly sticky, and when I pressed my hands together it created a stringy mess.

I stopped what I was doing when I heard the tell-tale hoof steps of my hosts walking down towards my room. I hastily closed the box and took off my shirt, wiping away the messy, clear lube on it. Yep, everything looked clear as I expected one of the two to knock before entering.

And they didn’t. It was a pleasant surprise to be treated with a whole lot more privacy that I got at home.

I heard Justin mutter something just outside the door and then Carla giggling before letting out a little shriek and continue giggling before fading back down the hall of the flat. I took a breath when I knew they weren’t going to walk in on me at this particular moment in time.

I retrieved the box again and rummaged through the contents to pick out the sleeve and lube again. I pulled the magazine out from under the pillow as well and took a closer look. It was old, but the quality was fine enough for me to get a little excited.

I wondered for a moment if masturbating in someone else’s home was appropriate, though Justin did invite it in a way by telling me of his stash. I flipped through the pages of the magazine until I found a woman I liked and then started undoing my pants.

The lady on the page looked nice enough, even if she wasn’t wearing anything whatsoever to leave things to my imagination. It was a small feature on this woman and her sexuality and how she embraced it. And hell, did she embrace it. Next to the main image of her lying nude on a couch were smaller images of her spreading her legs and showing off her cleanly shaven sex. It was a particularly nice picture of the porcelain-skinned beauty.

I licked my drying lips and popped the lid of the lube. I carefully poured some of the clear fluid down the hole that was sculpted to look like a vagina, leaving a little on the lips to ease my entry.

With my spare hand not on the toy, I reached down to rub my steadily growing shaft. I wasn’t all that big, but I was hoping to maybe change that in a week. With it now a solid six inches, I pressed my tip against the lips of the silicone sleeve.

I grunted as I felt the cold lube touch my tip as I brought the sleeve down on my cock. The lube was a little chilly as I pushed my hand down further and tightened by grip. I imagined it was the woman in the magazine riding my lap, bouncing herself up and down and mesmerizing me with her breasts.

And damn, Carla’s tits sure were nice to get smothered in.

My dick throbbed in the sleeve, thinking about that horse-woman’s massive bust. I imagined them without her top on. She’d be flopping them in front of me before pushing a nipple into my mouth to suckle and make her moan. I bet she felt amazing, feeling her warm pussy wrapping around my cock.

I bit my free knuckle to stifle a moan, getting awfully close to orgasm just at the thought of having fun with Carla.

As I came closer and closer, I peered over into the box, looking for tissues or something to squirt into. Seeing nothing to clean up or hide my mess, I remembered Justin telling me to, well, finish up in the bathroom.

I reluctantly pulled the faux pussy off my cock, holding it in my hand as I stepped to look outside the door of my room. My hosts were nowhere in sight, though I did note that their bedroom was between me and the washroom.

Naked and quickly losing my edge, I stepped out into the hall, tip-toeing down towards the washroom.

“Harder. Fucking harder,” said a voice that distinctly sounded like Carla.

As I stepped closer, I picked up the sound of wet slapping that I recognized from years of porn viewing. I could only hear the two through their door, but I could tell that Justin was really giving it to her good.

I leaned in and slid the sleeve back over my rapidly hardening cock. I matched his pace as best I could, and I was on the edge in a matter of seconds. I bit into my lip, feeling my climax hitting me right in their hallway. To keep from making a mess and leaving evidence, I pinched at my tip and scurried off to the bathroom, closing the doors behind me.

I released my load into the toilet and let out a sigh of relief. I was grateful for the quiet flush. Content, and still quite nude, I opened the door. With weary eyes, I blindly stepped forward without a second though, slamming my face right into the equally nude chest of Justin.

“Woah there. Not thinking of walking out without washing your hands first, are you?” He said as we both took a step back.

It was the first time I managed to get a good hard look at him. The mods on his body were impressive, even without the whole horse thing going on. His chest was broad and chiseled, and his abdomen was ripped. I couldn’t help but look down a little more, just for a second. Between his legs swung his mottled, flaccid member, coated in a glaze of feminine juices and his own seed. It looked far from human, with a flared tip topping off around what I imagined would have been a foot of hard cock. His balls were equally impressive; round and nestled like a pair of plums in a pink silk pouch.

“Hey, eyes up here,” Justin said, snapping me out of my daze. “I know it’s nice to look at, but let’s be clean and wash our hands, bud.”

I shook my head and looked up into his long face. “Yeah, I was just about to do that.”

He had a little smirk on the corner of his equine lips. He stepped into the bathroom, forcing me back while he took over the sink. I watched as he took a rag in one hand, soaking it in water as her used his other hand to get himself hard again with a stroking motion.

I was right about his size as I gawked at the foot-long pillar of equine dick that was about as thick as a pop can. With the wet cloth, he ran it over his girthy length to wipe away the leftovers from his sexual activities.

“You wouldn’t happen to be listening in on us, right?” he said, tilting his head to give me a sideward glance as he cleaned off his shaft from head to balls. “Just bro-talk. I don’t mind if you were.”

I shyly nodded. “Yeah. Just a little.”

“And you found the box, I see.”

“Yeah.”

“Might want to clean that up, too.

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to watch us next time?”

I paused before I could carelessly repeat my answer. I looked at him as he shrugged at me.

“Serious. I don’t mind, and I know she wouldn’t either,” He said, finishing up and rinsing off the rag before handing it over to me. “I’ll leave the door open a bit for you to watch, if you want. You don’t need to answer. I’m just leaving that option out there.”

I blinked, holding the damp rag in one hand and the sleeve in the other as he slapped me on the back and walked out of the washroom.

That was by far the oddest conversation I have ever had.

I might have stood there for a moment, just mulling the thought of actually watching that beast of a dick being used on Carla. Of course, she probably had that parts to accommodate her partner, but I’d have to wait and see until then.

I cleaned myself as Justin had before me with the same rag and ran warm water through the sleeve. I went to bed with more than a couple thoughts in my head. Eventually though, my eyelids did grow heavy, and the morning came in a hurry with an alarm ringing in my ear.

I groaned as I reached out to turn off the alarm. Seven in the morning is certainly not an appropriate time for anyone to wake up for any reason.

However, one of my hosts must have been set to the same alarm as the shiny black mare barged into my room.

“Up and at ‘em,” Carla said as she threw the covers off my body, removing the warmth they gave me that was just so comforting. “We’ve got a busy day! You grab a quick shower, get dressed, and we’re off.”

I was grateful I took the moment to put a pair of underwear on before I crawled under the covers last night, otherwise she would have caught me as Justin did last night. She must have been in a hurry as she stepped out of the room as fast as she had entered.

I nodded my head with heavy eyes and slowly twisted myself out of the bed. I wracked my brain trying to figure out how she could be so full of energy after her fun with Justin last night. Regardless, I shuffled over to the shower and made my wash brief as she wished, no more than a shampoo and rinse to be rid of my greasy hair.

I actually didn’t pack much more than one extra shirt, a few pairs of socks, and a couple changes of underwear in my bag to begin with, so it explained how Justin commented on my bag being on the lighter end the day before. Still, they were clean, and I stepped out in a faded old shirt I got at a concert under a grey hoodie that had a hole torn in the left pocket.

Justin was nowhere in sight when I stepped into the main area of the flat, just leaving Carla and me alone in the room.

Carla was much better dressed than myself.

“So, where’s Justin?” I asked.

The horse-woman hummed a little bit, stepping towards the front door and slipping some black plastic over her hooves. “He’s at work right now. He’ll be home later,” she replied.

“He’s rich and still works?”

She shrugged and she slung a purse over her shoulder. “He doesn’t need to, but it’s how he likes to spend his time.”

I stepped up close to get my own shoes on. I patted down my pants to be sure my wallet and my phone were both in my good pockets. “So, where are we going, exactly?”

“Shopping, duh. We’re also having lunch with a couple friends of mine, so I’ve got a full schedule for the two of us,” she said as she looked down at me from her tall posture. She smiled, opening the door and guiding me to follow.

Where she went, I followed close behind. We took the elevator down to the ground floor. The doors opened to the lobby. It was a small space with tiled floors, occupied by a human man sitting at a lone desk, looking over security footage of the property. He turned his head to Carla and me, not saying a single word before waving us off and returning to the monotone screens.

“See you later, Robert,” Carla said as we passed him and walked out the doors.

Outside, the sun was bright and the skies was a sea of blue, dotted by the scattered white clouds. Carla led the way and I was close behind.

The streets were lined with expensive cars, mostly luxury imports or vintages, each parked out in front of rows of cafes.

"Nothing cheap around here, huh," I said as I kept pace with Carla's longer strides.

"Yeah, I realized that when I first moved here," she said as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder. "A lot of the shops like to take advantage of the richer clients, but you get used to it. Compared to middle-class neighbourhoods, it's pennies."

Still, it practically ensured that taking a walk down the street for lunch was out of the question, especially with what little I had in my wallet.

The two of us walked further down the road for several blocks until he stepped into the parking lot of a small strip mall. Carla grabbed me by the hand and tugged me into the first shop in the row. Of course, it was all clothing, and the expensive $100 shirt kind.

"What's your style, Connor?" Carla said as she pulled me down one of the men’s aisles. She was already plucking out dress shirts from the racks and sizing them up to me. "You're a size medium, right?

"Yeah," I replied as she picked out a light blue shirt and pressed it against my chest to size it. "I'm more partial to casual hoodies and jeans, though."

"And what about pant size?"

"A mid-twenty waist is fine."

We wondered around the store until my feet grew sore. She then dragged me over to the next store over, which was even more cloths. It was a little more my speed, though the hoodies were a much greater quality than I could ever afford. I was confident in Carla's choices as she picked out a good week's worth of cloths for me to wear.

"Wait, how much?" I said, as the cashier, a rabbit woman that probably just worked there for fun, told Carla the total. I looked at the number on the register and felt faint at the sight of four digits for a pile of cloths.

I looked to Carla, who shrugged and swiped a card through a reader. It looked as if she was buying something so trivial, with her mouth in a soft smile and her eyes partially lidded.

"Don't fuss, hon," she said as she turned her head to look at me. She grabbed the bagged-up clothes and proceeded to exit the store.

"Are you serious? I can't pay that all back!"

She stopped right outside the store then turned to me, looking down at me with that same, gentle smile.

"I told you not to fuss, hon," she said, sticking out her tongue and pushing the bag into my arms. "It's a gift. No need to repay it. Though if you do want to do something for it, you could... Well, we'll talk later."

"Okay then," I sighed as I removed the fleece-lined hood from the bag. With some maneuvering, I removed my old ratty hood and draped the new one over my shoulders. "Woah, this is comfy..."

"You're welcome," Carla smirked and reached over to pat me on the shoulder in a way to urge me to keep walking. "My friends should be at the cafe now, so we're going there now."

And again, I followed. The way she held me by the hand was as if a mother was urging along her younger child, and by how she was spoiling me with clothing worth more than my first car, the relationship may have well been that.

My feet were killing me after all the walking or standing, but as we approached a small patio that Carla pointed out, she let go of my hand and trotted down ahead. I heard her giggling and greeting two at a small table; a greenish dog and an orange fox.

"And this is Connor," Carla introduced me when I stood up beside her. She hooked her arm around my shoulders. "He's staying with us while he gets his new mod."

The two waved and smiled, though the green dog spoke up first.

"I'm Chip, nice to meet you," he said, extending a hand to shake.

I took his hand, feeling the warm fur of his knuckles. He had a firm grip, but wasn't trying to crush my hand at all. We looked each other straight in the eye for a moment and perked a single brow before he let go for my hand to be grabbed by the fox.

"Call me Vix," the vulpine woman said, taking my hand gently. She nodded her head and leaned back into her chair. "Pleasure to meet you, Connor."

Carla and I sat at the table, with me sitting between Chip and Carla, and Vix sitting across from me.

It was an awkward silence between the four of us for a moment before a human came to the table to get the orders of the two new patrons. I ordered a typical breakfast tea, but Carla went all out with some drink comprising of a dozen words. I'm guessing he understood, as the man nodded and retreated to go get the orders.

"What are you getting for your mod, Connor?" Chip said, making me turn my head to see him leaning in close to me. "Justin and Carla haven't already convinced you to go horse, have they?"

"Really Chip?" Carla groaned, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed against her chest.

"I mean, yeah, there's perks like having a massive dong and all, but-"

"Come on, Chip. Shut up," Carla said, shooting him a glare that I saw as I turned my head to her.

"But, yeah, you can't find a decent hole that fits," Chip said with a toothy smile on his muzzle. "Go doggy, bro. Bitches really love knots."

"Chip, you perv. Connor just got here yesterday. Let him make his own choices on what he wants," the horse said as she leaned over the table.

"Have you put any thought into it all, bud?" the dog said as he resting his chin in his hand, using his other to bring his coffee to his lips. "I'm just teasing. There's no judgement here."

The two trained their attention on me as I shrunk back in my chair. "Um, no. I haven't really thought about it... I mean, I had an idea for a full-body mod on the bus here, but I scrapped it last night."

"A pity," Vix said, entering the conversation as she put her cup on the table. "But you said 'bus.' I'm guessing you got your hands on a voucher?"

I nodded my head. "Yep. That's correct."

"So, you otherwise couldn't afford a mod, could you," the vixen tilted her head, bringing her cup up to her lips.

Chip reached over, patting me on the back. "Dude, that's pretty lucky," he exclaimed and gave me a friendly shake by my shoulder. "So, what, you're gonna go back home and be the only modded person in the neighbourhood or something?"

I shook my head. "No. I had plans to stay in the city."

"That's cool too," the green dog, which I started to realize was a German shepherd, said, leaning away from me with a smirk on his snout. "If you decide to get fur, you can always chill down here, I suppose."

"Yeah, I guess."

The human server came back, placing my tea in front of me and handing Carla some monstrosity of a beverage with enough sugary confections to give instant diabetes. The four of us sipped on our drinks together, or at least until I picked up a particular scent of mint that was irregular for a cup of typical orange pekoe tea.

"I think they got my order wrong," I said, setting my cup down on the table.

"Oh, what did they give you?" Vix asked.

"I don't know. I just smelled mint, though."

Chip chuckled, leaning in close to me again. "Sorry, bud. That's just me," he admitted, causing the other two at the table to share in the chuckle.

"What?" I said, shooting him a curious look with a raised brow.

"It's part of my mod. I got a scent mod that makes me smell like mint-chocolate. Wanna smell?" he asked, extending his arm out in front of my face.

I leaned forward, getting my nose close to his arm before taking a whiff. It was true, he did smell like one of my favourite flavours of ice cream. "Cool."

"And it smells a lot better on other parts of my body, if you want to check," He smirked.

"Sure, I guess," I said with a shrug, not totally certain if I wanted to.

Vix reached over to smack the dog on the back of the head before sitting back. "Chip, stop being a pervert."

Chip laughed out loud and long. "The offer will stand, but I'm done for now."

We sat for a while longer. I asked a few questions and got to know them a little bit. Carla chose to be a horse, because she grew up on a farm as a kid before meeting Justin. Chip came from old money, but based his form on two reasons; he had a dog growing up, and that he was particularly fond of the anthro-mod porn he found online. He was also Carla and Justin's upstairs neighbour. Vix was a business owner, but didn't go deep into how she started that. She just said that she owns a nice lounge that serves exclusively anthro-modded patrons, and she always found foxes to be a symbol of attractiveness.

We sat until each of our drinks were finished, and Vix was the first to depart to go open her lounge. Chip got up when Carla and I did and joined us on the walk back to the apartment. He continued his form of perverted humour for a bit, even getting a chuckle from me on a few and a groan on others.

We entered the apartment, passing Robert the door guard (who I swore was sleeping with his legs up on the desk), and went into the elevator. We said our goodbyes, but not before Chip could say one last thing.

"You know, I've got a party tomorrow night if you want to come up," he offered, holding the door open as we got off on our floor. "Or come up whenever and play some games. Just knock!"

I nodded my head, prompting him to smile and allow the elevator door to close.

"He likes you," Carla said as she fiddled with the keys to the door. "But just remember that he respects the word 'no' if you say it."

"Okay," I replied, vaguely realizing that the minty shepherd was clearly hitting on me the entire time. "So... he's gay?"

My equine host opened the door and I followed her in, kicking off our footwear. "He'll go after anything with a hole, really. And as for his parties, he likes to invite others that think like him."

That warning was very clear; it was one of those kinky sex parties that you really only hear about online.

"But if you want to go, Justin and I were going to go for a movie and dinner tomorrow night. I wouldn't be offended if you decided to go see Chip instead," She said with a shrug of her shoulders, then stepped over to drop herself back onto the couch. "Just remember that 'no' is a powerful word."

And those were wise words, right from the horse's mouth if one excuses the dreadfully appropriate phrase.

"You said something earlier," I said after sitting myself in an armchair across from her. "About paying you back for the cloths and stuff."

Carla raised her head from it's resting position. "We'll leave that for later, hon," she said with that same soft smile.

We rested for a moment. Carla even set up the television to play a couple games on a screen that was nearly as big as the wall of my old bedroom. Justin returned soon, and I hardly realized he came back until after I started losing at the latest shooting game. We continued well into the night, engaging only in small-talk and a few curses on cheap shots.

Though bedtime did have to come eventually, and when I excused myself for the night, I caught Justin giving me a sly wink. I knew then that his promised show was going to be on.

I waited in my room for a while, stripping off my clothes with my door cracked to hear the first few moments of their night time activities.

I could hear Justin first, muttering sweet things to his mare counterpart, followed by an effeminate moan. I took a deep breath, readying myself to step out into the hallway bereft of all my cloths.

I dared to peek first into the dark hallway. The only thing shining in the utter abyss was the sliver of light coming from the crack in my hosts' bedroom door. I crept out into the hall as I did the night before, though this time with much more caution. I allowed my eyes to adjust to the lack of lighting, allowing me to see bits of clothing littered down the hallway. The closer I stepped to that room, the more risqué the cloths became.

I made it to the door without a sound, and there, right at the crack and the door, lay Carla's panties. Looking up from the frilly, pink garment, I peered into the room and then bit my lip. I had a perfect view.

Carla straddled over Justin with her legs on either side of his pelvis. Her tail was done up in a short, red binding, keeping it from draping down her rounded dark cheeks and obscuring my vision of Justin's equine cock prodding at her netherlips.

My own dick went from flaccid to hard in hardly a moment, looking over the pair's lower features.

I caught the flashes of reddish-pink of Carla's black labia winking as it greeted Justin's mottle tip. Just under her tail, I even caught the glimpse of her doughnut-like anus. Even it looked amazing on the black canvas of her rear.

The view of her stud's equipment was equally as impressive. As before, the splotched length was around a foot, hard as rock yet looking rather soft at a distance. Lower down, his sack was an irregular pattern. With his orbs clearly outlining the smooth scrotum, one side was pink while the other was marbled black. I stifled a chuckle and then a moan as I watched his mate start to impale herself on him.

She eased herself down, spreading her lips wide around that tube of dick. They both let out a moan, enjoying each other's bodies as she seemed to fit so perfectly on him.

She only stopped wiggling her hips and inching down when she finally took him to the hilt, nestling her smooth ass against his plump balls. She leaned over him, likely sharing in a kiss before sitting back up. With a groan, she raised herself up off his cock using her knees, then lowered herself back down to rest her rump against his junk.

She repeated her ups and downs, picking up the pace until she was bouncing off his crotch. I watched as he flexed his hips, launching her up until his medial ring popped out, then popped back in, eliciting a gasp from his lover.

I reached down, grasping the pink panties between the door. While my eyes remained fixed on the equine lovemaking, I allowed my hands to be occupied with Carla's underwear.

The panties were large enough to suggest a lady was overweight, but matching them to that glorious ass made it clear it was an appropriate match. It was made of a soft fabric with a slightly padded lining. My thumbs fidgeting around, feeling the damp crotch of the fabric. Biting my lip, I brought them up to my nose, pressing it up to my nostrils to inhale the sweet smell of Carla's arousal.

I dared not touch myself as my cock throbbed, threatening to blow at the first sense of attention. I just crouched there at their door, watching Carla's hot ass getting slapped by the upward motion of Justin's juicy balls.

And just as it was getting good, Carla let out a low moan, pressing herself down on Justin's lap. His balls throbbed as he let out a moan of his own, and I knew then that he was dumping his load into her womb. They remained that way for a few moments, frozen as she allowed him to fill her up. Though as all good things come to an end, she raised herself up, letting Justin's flared cock to pop out, unleashing a good torrent of his cum all over his crotch.

That act was the final straw for me. My own member ached and demanded my attention. With panties in hand, I scurried to the washroom, priming my shaft in my hand to fire.

But when I finally prepared myself in front of the toilet, all motivation was drained from my cock, now hanging limp in my hand. A sniff of Carla's panties revived it only for a moment before it went soft once more.

"Enjoy the show?" Justin asked as he opened the door to the bathroom, startling me and losing all focus I had worked on.

"Um, y-yeah... It was good. You were good..."

He leaned against the frame of the door, looking at me while I was averting my gaze from his own naked body. "Did you finish?" he asked.

My hand was already wrapped around my cock, and it swelled every time I snuck a glance at Justin's messy, musky crotch. "No, not really."

"Need a hand?"

"What?" I heart skipped a beat as he stepped forward with his cock dripped and swinging towards me.

"I mean it," he said, standing beside me with his own messy cock starting to get hard again. "You're a good guy. I can tell. I wouldn't mind helping you rub one out, or even letting you rub me."

Just watching his shaft starting to firm up caused mine to follow suit, and his chuckling proved that he could tell that I was somewhat attracted to him.

"You just have to say yes, buddy."

I took a deep breath, thinking over the decision as I idly rubbing my own cock. "Y-yeah. Yes," I said with a nervous chuckle.

Justin crouched down to me level, placing his hands gently on my hips. "Just can't leave a brother hanging," he said, moving a hand around to cup my balls.

My crotch was dwarfed in his palm, and he could easily wrap his fingers around my cock. I sucked in a deep breath, feeling his hand stroking up and down my length. My heart thumped against my chest. He leaned in close to me, bringing his large snout up against my neck to give it a light, teasing nip.

"If you want something from us, just ask anytime," Justin whispered in my ear. His touch caused my cock to throb and leak, and he worked to make sure my cock was slick with my precum.

I took another deep breath, formulating the words in my head. But before I could get the words out, I let out a moan. My cock throbbed in his hand, spewing my seed all over the stallion's fingers.

The stud chuckled, aiming my climax into the toilet bowl. "There you go, pal," he said as he unhanded me and slapped my bare ass with his clean hand. "I'm gonna clean up now. You have a good night."

He left me there, standing with shaky legs and a dripping cock. As I heard him washing up, I chuckled, leaning back against the wall.

"Heh... That was... great."