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--1

Elaine smoothed down a crease in her little black dress. It wasn't her favorite dress; that honor went to the little red one with the wedge gap up the thigh and the low-cut bust. That dress was out of commission after an overexcitable client ejaculated on her thigh during a limousine ride. Elaine politely laughed it off, for much worse had happened to her in her chosen career. She thought herself lucky that it happened at the end of the evening. She added to her fastidious list of personal commandments that night: no more bonuses for hair-trigger virgins until after the seven-thousand-dollar dress came off.

Tonight promised no clumsy sexual encounters, and no danger for her tenebrous, thin dress. Her client was a closeted movie producer posing as a straight man with a beautiful woman hanging off of his arm. In most cases Elaine was hung from by most everybody she accompanied, because very few creatures were larger than such a stalwart - yet feminine - draft horse. She even joked that her hooves were built-in high heels.

But this client was a big, gay bear (in both senses of the word) and Elaine found peculiar contentment in leaning on his harmless bulk. Giggle when prompted, shake hands when offered, and insist without being too blatant that her client was an absolute champion in bed. He came across as very straight and a fellow of excellent taste in ladies. The irony lie under Elaine's little black dress.

Stepping through the door to her apartment left Elaine feeling fatigued at once. The familiarity of home took her out of the escort mindset and into a much more free attitude. She tugged off her lacy gloves on her way inside, dropping them on the table with her mail. She fed her pet fish which gaped and flapped in her landscaped aquarium, then raised the lights to a mild level with the dimmer on the wall. Her fine, dark apartment took on hues of a love nest under such lightning. Elaine just wanted to spare her eyes after all the camera flashes and screenings that evening.

After slipping off her dress, Elaine revealed to her body mirror the full shapes of her breasts and the soft brown nipples which broke them up. She slipped down her panties, black also, unveiling body tape which she peeled off with a minimum of discomfort, the adhesive worn thin from exposure to her sweat. Her genitalia buoyantly returned to its normal state and Elaine admired herself briefly as a specimen offering the best of both worlds. She sported plump balls and a fat cock presently resting in its sheath. Save nipples, all her erogenous flesh was as black as the little black dress, which she now put on a hanger. It would go to the dry cleaners in the morning, and she would collect the little red one at that time.

Elaine treated herself to a macaron bought from the bakery and went through her mail. The tangible mail was mostly junk and so was the brunt of her email, but waiting above her spam was an offer from the escort agency which employed her.

The small size of the CC list told Elaine that this message was especially important. Usually the agency sent blasts to every girl in the roster, encouraging them to put in their offer of willingness to escort a given client. When the clients were particularly picky or famous, the blasts were considerably smaller. Elaine saw her name among four others.

Elaine smiled. She was in the prime of her life yet had some seniority at the agency, and she assumed that had something to do with it, but she was wrong. What the women in the list actually had in common was their size: all of them were tall, strong women like Elaine, with magnificent proportions, not to mention spotless service records.

Within the body of the email, Elaine saw who the client was. His name, unlikely as she thought it, was Kahnso. Six of the ten images included showed a leering beast with big fangs and a taste for leather, often clutching a microphone. Four of them were ostensibly a different creature, a Dr. Jekyll to a hell-bent-for-leather Mr. Hyde, because they showed him in a fine slate suit with his hair tied back and a mild look on his face, not to mention a prominent gold band on his ring finger. The fangs and red eyes were still striking, but altogether subdued by his attire. One of these images showed him with a lady kangaroo in a little red dress. Elaine approved of the marsupial's good taste.

Thinking Kahnso looked like he'd be a fun client, Elaine replied with a note of her interest and availability for the specified dates.

Her business concluded for the evening, the mare drew a hot bath and soaked her worries away. The urge to masturbate cropped up, but she ignored it, not caring to deal with the mess. As she slept that night, nude and beautiful in her soft bed, Kahnso made his final decision about his escort.

--2

"Mr. Kahnso, please see enclosed a list of escorts we find would suit your stated needs. All have expressed interest and availability, and each--, blah, blah, blah, some other stuff you don't care about." Veronica turned the laptop so Kahnso could see it. "Time to pick a French girlfriend."

Kahnso yawned. It was a quarter past seven in the morning. He was functioning, albeit barely, on three hours of sleep and his flight was set to take off at noon. Veronica was vibrant and awake by contrast, and she nudged the big fox's head. "Wake up. Quit drooling on my leg."

The fox licked her thigh instead, laying down a thick stripe of drool. "That better?"

"Much," said Veronica, deadpan. She ruffled his hair. "So, these escorts. They're all pre-e-etty hot..."

Grinning now, Kahnso sat up and scratched his chin. "I don't get why you won't come with me. I have my own jet, y'know. Mile High Club, baby. Population: you and me!"

Veronica made an uneasy noise. "Flying scares the hell out of me. You told me about that time one of the engines gave up over, uh, what-was-it, South America?" Then she thought back on when she'd pushed two-fifty in Kahnso's Lamborghini and how she participated in one of his drug deals with a loaded gun behind the seat, and she felt a little childish in her air travel-related fears. But I hear French people are smelly and really amorous, she told herself. That's enough reason for me to sit this out.

Ignoring Kahnso's expression (which she thought was condescending, but what was really a glaze he took on as he recalled some fantastic ass he'd gotten not long after that emergency stop), Veronica jabbed the screen and made it ripple. "Look at this girl. Danielle. Kangaroo like me - wouldn't confuse the tabloids as much," she slyly noted, grinning.

"If I have to drag a strange woman around at some stuffy banquet, I want something I can't get at home." Kahnso scrolled down with the track pad, the screen sliding right past a well-stacked draft mare to a wolf whose toned body was matched by her amazonian size and gifted proportions. "Hel-lo, nurse. Her name's Madeline, huh?"

"Nuh-uh," Veronica grunted. "You're not coming home with bite marks all over your neck." She scrolled, and they considered the three other candidates, humming and cracking wise over the possibilities.

"I guess I'll have to just bring you along," Kahnso eventually tutted, draping himself over Veronica's naked lap and yawning. "Don't you want to beat up some French photographers?"

"Tempting, tempting." The kangaroo scrolled up again and slowly looked through the names. "Hey, I think we missed this girl. She's named Elaine," said Veronica, stressing the leading letter as one would in eclair.

Kahnso licked one of his fangs. "Pretty name. What might this Elaine be?"

"Mare, looks like. With tits you could get your head stuck in," Veronica snickered.

"Female with huge tits - sounds like my kind of woman." For emphasis, Kahnso grabbed one of Veronica's naked, pierced jugs. She ignored him and when he failed to get a rise from her, he sat up Indian-fashion and looked at Elaine for himself. "Huh, yeah. She looks nice. And it's been a long time since I've been with a horse."

Rubbing Kahnso's thigh, Veronica said, "You know these women are just escorts, right? Arm candy."

Mistrustfully, "So?"

"Not prostitutes," she clarified, laughing. "They don't have to sleep with you. Hell, if they're halfway professional about it, they won't."

The big fox smiled all toothy, bumping his nose against Veronica's. "You weren't a pro about being my bodyguard, huh?"

Veronica pulled back and pinched Kahnso's nose in thumb and forefinger. "I'm not a ten-thousand-dollar-a-night call girl, either." The wistful tone in her voice suggested she thought she could be if she tried it. Kahnso would have been inclined to agree, but he also would have murdered anybody who tried to treat her like a hooker.

Still flaring his nostrils, Kahnso scooted off the bed. "We'll see what happens. Elaine it is." As he slipped on his comfortable track pants, Veronica amicably replied to the email, requesting Elaine. "Last call, though - you should come with me. You sure you don't wanna, babe?"

Veronica smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I don't fly. Maybe I'll get over it eventually," she said, doubting it. The email went through and she closed the laptop. Sprawled on the bed, she presented her large, taut, naked body without really meaning to. "Don't you come home too tired, though," she growled. "I'm gonna be pretty fucking needful by the time you get home."

Tittering like a schoolboy, Kahnso pounced onto the bed and straddled Veronica. He cupped her full breasts and pecked her on the lips. A lump was bulging in his pants already. "I could stay home. It's just some award ceremony shit."

Tempted but adamant, Veronica gnawed Kahnso's jawline then said, "You're going. I need a week without you grinding on me all day, every day. Even if I like it," she disclaimed, wagging a finger, "it gets cloying."

Bullshit, Kahnso thought, but he smooched her nose and nodded soberly. "Better hope I don't like Elaine more than I like you," he teased, speaking like a spiteful child but sporting a shit-eating grin.

At the airstrip, Kahnso climbed out of the Lambo and grabbed his bags out of the front compartment. Veronica slipped over the shifter, into the Lambo's driver seat, and the last thing she said to Kahnso after he leaned in for a kiss was a warning. "You bring that mare home," she grinned, "and I'm kicking you in the balls."

--3

Kahnso made it to his hotel in Paris, France in the early AM. After he settled in and had a late dinner (he was thankful to see that the hotel served American cuisine, a phrase which he found dubious), he checked his emails and the messages on his phone. First he told Veronica that he made it to France safely, and then he found a message from the escort agency, confirming that Elaine would accompany him for the week and that his account had been debited accordingly. The fee for Elaine was a frightful number, but not much of a concern to Kahnso. His accountant insisted it could be used as a tax write-off.

What was more interesting to Kahnso than the fee was an offer from Elaine to personally meet up to ensure their compatibility, and to develop a rapport if he desired that level of interaction from her. Thinking chiefly of the mare's endless cleavage, Kahnso replied with an emphatic yes.

Come ten AM, Kahnso was awoken by his phone. It was neither the ringtone reserved for Veronica (Oh, Pretty Woman, covered by Van Halen) or his manager (Death on Two Legs by Queen), nor any of the others set to play for friends and associates. He answered in a voice gruff from freshly broken sleep, "Whad'ja want?"

A lady chuckled into Kahnso's ear. Her voice was contralto, and when she spoke, her English was fluent but amorously tinted by her thick French accent which she made no effort to shed. "Forgive me, have I awoken you? This is Elaine."

Kahnso's eyes popped open, big and bloodshot. He sat up. Elaine heard him grunt and wince as his bones popped. "Elaine, right, hi. Sorry." He yawned, not pulling his phone away. "This is Kahnso."

The mare was smiling. "Your voice, it isn't what I expected." She briskly added, "I'd heard you only in your music."

"Oh, yeah?" Kahnso smiled himself, scratching his chest like a caveman. "My music does it for you, babe?"

Elaine laughed. "I'm afraid it isn't within my tastes, no. But I have heard much worse. I must admit, I've never played an American rock singer's girlfriend."

Kahnso considered joking about it. Figuring he'd bungle any attempts at humor, he instead asked Elaine if she wanted to meet him in a few hours. She did, and promised to send for him.

Presumably it came out of Kahnso's five-figure fee when a discreet SUV showed up for him outside the hotel. It was black, sporting tinted limousine windows, and in the back was Elaine the mare wearing casual clothing and a smile.

"Good to meet you finally," said Elaine, calmly realizing Kahnso's size as he made the vehicle sag to one side. She daintily stuck out her hand and cooed, "I am Elaine."

"Kahnso." He held her hand and pecked the back of it. Elaine giggled at a graze from his fangs. "I take it you had something planned?"

"I thought you might enjoy lunch with me, so that we can become more familiar." Her smile withering somewhat, she added, "There are a few places around here that serve American cuisine."

Evidently Elaine didn't find the term to be an oxymoron, but Kahnso latched onto it, thinking of the hotel's menu suddenly. "There's no such thing. I mean, I don't think there is - McDonald's isn't exactly fine eating."

The horse laughed, covering her pretty snout. Kahnso chuckled with her and scooted closer, laying his paw on her leg. Immediately her expression changed. Playfulness resided in her eyes but some shock had settled in on her muzzle, straightening her lips. "Hello," she quietly, intimately said.

"Hi," Kahnso answered with a grin. "You've never been a rockstar's girlfriend, isn't that what you said?"

The mare closed her eyes and smiled. She gently nudged Kahnso's paw to no effect. She wasn't trying very hard to move it. "Yes, that was what I said, more or less." Her genitals were taped down again. They would have been difficult to see precisely in her loose-fitting gym shorts anyway, but the sports bra she was wearing presented her bust magnificently. She teased him, "I think you might have some misconceptions of what an escort really is."

Mischief pervaded Kahnso's gaze. He nosed Elaine's snout but didn't kiss her. "I know exactly what an escort is. You're not a prostitute," he proudly told her, paraphrasing what Veronica had told him. "Doesn't mean you can't fool around with me, though. You'd just be doin' it for fun."

Elaine sighed. "It has been some time for me," she allowed. "Since I've enjoyed myself, that is."

Kahnso outright giggled. It was a strange noise coming from him. He licked the horse's cheek and rumbled a lower, sweeter noise to her. "Let me help you out, babe. I'll take good care of you. My girl back home only gets the best," Elaine gave him a sharp, accusing look but it did nothing to stop him, "and over here, you're my girl."

"Forgive me." Elaine chuckled uncomfortably, scooting away from Kahnso. The SUV turned rather sharply and she was briefly pulled towards Kahnso again, and he instinctively tried to catch her, needlessly. "I don't wish to be an accessory to your infidelity." Kahnso went silent in thought. Elaine also pondered, then asked smilingly, "Is she a kangaroo?"

"Yes, she is."

Elaine nodded soberly. "I've seen the two of you, she is quite pretty. Could I assume," she pressed her palms together, "that because she did not come along and you are so interested in me, that you're... unhappy?"

The big fox was perplexed. Elaine thought he looked very immature and cute for it. "I'm sorry, what? No." He laughed uncomfortably as the pieces settled into place. Elaine, watching his face, thought of a very tired old locomotive finally picking up speed. "No, she's just scared as shit about getting on a plane. She actually helped me pick you out - she knows I like mares."

"So you're happy?" Her head tilted. "I wouldn't be...?"

"Contributing to the downfall of my marriage?" Kahnso calmly offered, tilting his snout down, peering at Elaine from the tops of his eyes. His smile was sleazy and chill. "Nope. It'd ju-u-ust be a casual lay."

Elaine inched closer to the fox, caring little that they were moving through the city at the driver's leisure. It was a practiced routine of his; this was far from the first time he had driven aimlessly around while an attractive couple dirtied the seats.

The notion occurred to Elaine that Kahnso did not appear to be the kind of man who appreciated a woman with a penis, but his face was so handsome and his body so masculine that she couldn't bring herself to jeopardize her chances with such pesky admissions. Up next to the fox, she kissed him on the lips and coaxed him into offering his tongue.

A moan left Kahnso as he slid his tongue past the mare's lips and teeth and against the bulk of her large, equine tongue. Less to distract the rockstar and more to satisfy her own desires, Elaine clutched his groin. Through his jeans, she easily felt the bulge of a fat sheath and fatter balls. He parted his legs to allow her to squeeze and knead, both things which she did insistently.

Kahnso's paw flattened against Elaine's naked belly. The mare tensed; her heart quickened and her molestation ended, hand stuck in place. With movements which seemed to last for days, Kahnso's fingers slid downward, nearing the lip of Elaine's shorts.

She lurched her hand up from the fox's crotch. Her fingers dug under her sports bra and she tugged it up hastily, letting great, round jugs spill out. Her brown nipples were thick and puffy, darkly excited by the worry of being found out.

The singer slopped his tongue back from Elaine's maw with a perverse noise and nipped her chin. She moaned and tilted back her head, and Kahnso descended on her breasts. He licked across the dramatic curve of one then smooched its nipple. "Nice tits."

"I was sure you would think so." Elaine thought highly of herself for her quick-witted distraction and petted the back of Kahnso's head as he kissed and nuzzled her breasts. Exhibiting unfeigned pleasure, she softly cooed and raked her fingers through his long, black hair. "Please, suck them," she said with a giggle. "Not to say that I lactate, but..."

The fox understood. He kissed her chin. "You just like how it feels. Say no more, baby. I want you to feel good." Showing his intent to give Elaine what she wanted, Kahnso pecked a fat nipple and gnawed it briefly. He switched to its twin and started to suddenly suck upon that, giving Elaine a pleasant surprise which she quaintly laughed at.

Years of awkward pubescence taught Elaine how to keep her erections down, though the pain of getting one while taped was a fine motivator too. Even though Kahnso's suckling and other oral ministrations were arousing, she didn't show it in the most obvious way. She scraped her hooves on the carpet, bit her lip and kept stroking through Kahnso's hair, but her penis stayed inside of its sheath.

For one scary moment, Kahnso broke off from his dry nursing and nibbled down her taut belly. He dipped his tongue into her navel then nosed the underside of her bust. "What a beautiful thing you are." Less eloquently but charming in its honesty, "I'm hard as a rock down here."

Elaine sympathized but dared not admit it. She cupped the sides of Kahnso's head and was stricken again by his massive size. Lifting his snout, she brought it near her own and pecked his jowls. "Please, sit back," she gently commanded, her smile saccharine and blue eyes angelic.

As Kahnso rested, Elaine scooted off the seat and knelt before the rockstar. With no assistance from Kahnso whom sat still, grinning toothily, Elaine undid his fly and tugged apart the denim flaps. Underneath and coming as a surprise to Elaine with its flamboyance was a red g-string. The mare looked squarely at the article, then up at Kahnso with a fascinated eyebrow and a lopsided smirk.

"Showmanship at all times," Kahnso said, his shrug physical and verbal.

Chuckling in good nature, Elaine peeled down the skimpy article, tucking it under his balls. His sheath was bulging and a red cocktip poked from its mouth like lipstick. Elaine realized without caring that Kahnso was not as rock hard as he claimed to be. She massaged his sheath in one hand, balls in the other. Both components of his groin throbbed under her warm touch.

Kahnso puffed and leaned back. "Ye-e-es. Work the ballbag, sweetheart."

"Mmhmm," Elaine cooed, kneading his scrotum tastefully. Red, dripping cockflesh emerged from the sheath. The mare held it firmly and thumbed its tip, greasing her digit with his liquid musk. "It has been established already, but let me say again," she dryly spoke, "that this is completely separate from my obligations as an escort. And furthermore," she paused to kiss the pointed tip of his penis, the knot of which was freeing itself, "I consider this unprofessional and in bad taste."

Sliding his fingers through Elaine's hair as she had done to his, Kahnso established some slightly condescending power over the mare. He pulled her in closer, forcing her nose against his shaft broadside. Grinning, showing teeth, he asked, "Is it gonna stop you? 'Cause I can go back to my room and just jerk off if that's how it's gonna be."

Elaine rolled her pretty blue eyes and slid her fingers down his penis, letting the tips wander to follow the outlines of the more prominent veins. Reaching his knot, she closed her hand around it and groped firmly. "I never said it would stop me." Quite naturally given her statement, the mare tilted Kahnso's shaft toward her lips, wielding it not unlike a joystick. Knowing the spectacle was as important as the pleasure, she opened her maw wide and let her tongue protrude several inches. Presented like so, her mouth appeared inviting and swelteringly humid.

The sight of Elaine's hungry mouth, though seen for but a moment, had the intended effect on Kahnso; he shot his pre a moment before Elaine took him past her lips. The musky, milky fluid squirted between her nostrils and she wrinkled them up accordingly, but her smooth consumption of Kahnso's meat continued unhindered. Before her plush lips even met the knot, she began sucking. It was a teasing, light sensation and not at all indicative of what she could really do, but she knew Kahnso would be in France for a week. Some pacing was necessary.

With her lips meeting Kahnso's knot, Elaine unhanded the bulb and rubbed his thighs and behind to busy idle hands. Kahnso was a very well-hung male, but a draft mare like Elaine was especially well-suited to handling his size. The tip of his penis tickled but did not penetrate her throat. Kahnso still took some pleasure from the feeling of her warm, soft oral muscles flinching and tightening against his tip.

Moaning, Kahnso said, "It's like that mouth was made just for me."

In the time which Elaine sucked and savored Kahnso without bobbing, he temperately stroked through her hair, taking care not to upset it too much. It was difficult to leave frizzy, however, because she kept it tied back in a pair of Dutch braids. Sometimes she threaded both together into one dense rope of hair, but today they were independent braids hanging over her shoulders. Kahnso thought, stroking one, that they would have made fantastic handles if he had the mare from behind. He grinned maliciously but shelved the idea.

Elaine started to bob, dragging her thick tongue and full lips up and off of the rockstar's penis. As she descended again, Kahnso shivered and curled his toes. His composure returned to him but he kept curling his toes as a show of his enjoyment.

In spite of her strong will, Elaine was getting hard. It hurt like hell when the tape blocked her erection. She had never worn a chastity cage, but the concept was familiar to her, and she drew parallels to those devices every time the tape stopped her penis.

The discomfort of the tape always made her erections self-defeating. Elaine knew that from experience, too. She kept herself bobbing and sucking, twisting her snout, grinding her flat teeth on the flesh at times. She focused on the blowjob as if it were just what the name half-described: a job. Some of the fun and passion disappeared, but her burgeoning erection did too. Elaine breathed a sigh of relief around Kahnso's shaft.

Though Elaine was worried that her performance was suffering, she was either too critical of herself, or Kahnso did not notice. He began to huff irregularly, throbbing in her mouth, shooting his pre against her palate, filling her sinuses with musk. As the blowjob pushed on, Elaine's ministrations coaxed a gradually thickening scent from the big fox. The mare started to think that if anything would blow her cover, it was going to be his masculine smell.

Bringing her hands back to the front lines, Elaine grasped his knot in both. There was not enough flesh to close two fists on so she gripped it in her fingertips and kneaded the bulb, hoping to massage a climax out of the rockstar. Working alone, her fingers would not have gotten him there. Working in concert with her skilfully suckling mouth, however, proved very effective.

Kahnso squirmed in his seat, gripping its edge at times, stroking briskly over Elaine's head at others. He smoothed back her ears which otherwise sprung up erect to better hear his lurid calls. She listened to those solely for her own pleasure.

"Goddamn," Kahnso grumbled, squinting down at Elaine. With his splayed ears and tightly drawn grimace, he appeared close to his release. The turgid throb of his genitals as Elaine suckled and massaged hammered the point home. "Get ready, babe. Don't want you choking."

A statement like that was usually hyperbole, but Kahnso's tone was deadly in its seriousness. Elaine had gagged on enough stallions to know when to take an orgasm seriously, and she was ready to catch it and guzzle it down. Her long, blonde tail swayed back and forth; Kahnso's, by contrast, had stiffened along the seat.

The fox's grimace tightened and his teeth showed, and so did his gums. Then he closed his eyes and held Elaine firmly by the back of her head, his fingers digging into the hair. As he abruptly came, slopping thick ropes into the mare's mouth, he also let loose a trembling groan. It was followed by heaving panting, suiting the rush of his orgasm.

Elaine didn't exactly think of herself as a size queen, but a large cock and a proportionate load gave her special pleasure. The corners of her mouth pulled up as she sucked down Kahnso's slop, wasting none of it. Her own member didn't crop up again, but in helping Kahnso to his orgasm and reveling in it with him, she felt content enough to tell him. By the time she pulled her lips lazily from his shaft a minute later, the foolish urge had passed. Her calm nature had taken over again. She looked briefly at Kahnso's spit-shined penis, slowly withdrawing into its sheath, and smiled up at his infinitely more relaxed features.

"I believe the saying in America goes, was it good for you?"

Kahnso laughed. It was that breathless but good-natured laugh reserved for those who had just finished exercise or a sexual act. "Yeah, baby. Damn good," he cooed. "Wanna lay back and feel a," he curled his tongue around one of his prominent fangs, "multimillion-dollar tongue tickling your pussy, sugar?"

Suddenly Elaine was very glad she had not told Kahnso her secret. Smiling amicably and tugging her sports bra back into place, she said, "Perhaps another time. I believe I'd like to get some food now."

"Surprised you're hungry after all that," said Kahnso, his face and voice both coy. "But, heh, I could eat too."

As Kahnso made himself decent, Elaine knocked on the partition window and spoke to the driver in French. Smiling placidly, she returned to Kahnso and took her seat beside him. Kahnso was infected by her smile and wrapped his arms around her. She let herself be held close and kept wary of his paws for a moment, but she found that he only wanted to hold her. With that realization, she enjoyed his embrace.

Lunch went by smoothly. Idle conversation and polite laughs were had, and so were greasy hamburgers that Kahnso claimed were American enough to him. The event was nowhere near as interesting as the ride to it had been.

--4

Evening came quietly. Kahnso adjusted his cuff links and knotted his tie meticulously. His dark hair, usually hanging loose and free, was tied back into a ponytail with several segments. He was dressed to kill in his fine slate suit, and he thought as much when he smirked at himself in the window.

The Paris skyline stretched out below, juxtaposed with his reflection. Far off and looking like a postcard with all its illumination was the Eiffel Tower.

Kahnso knew his thoughts should have been on the award ceremony, or perhaps more presently the skyline he was absently staring across. Or maybe on Veronica, who had just called him from across the world to tell him she loved him and who had alluded to a little webcam show when he got back to the hotel. (He didn't tell her about his tryst with Elaine.)

There were so many things he should have focused on, but he was thinking about when he'd see Elaine again. Elaine with her full, plush tits; Elaine with her skilled French mouth. Elaine with the sweet, plump mare cunt that Kahnso fancied burying his snout in after the award ceremony was over.

Elaine dominated Kahnso's thoughts, tromping through them nonstop, and now she entered his hotel room too. He had been waiting for her to show up. Being his escort, she was tasked with chartering a limousine and collecting him for his event. He likened her duties to those of a high-priced babysitter but kept the comparison to himself. Elaine came to the same conclusion independently with some regularity in regards to most of her clients, Kahnso among them.

"Bonjour, Kahnso," said the draft mare as she swished into Kahnso's hotel room, the decor and low light of which made her feel at home.

The sight of her caused Kahnso's jaw to hang open for one stupid moment. The little red dress was her greatest weapon of all. Her thigh was shown in a long, vented V and her cleavage seemed truly bottomless. Following lunch with Kahnso, she had unabashedly abused herself to the fresh memories, so her soft genitals were tucked and taped into complete obscurity. As she appeared to Kahnso then with her blue eyes calm and her braids tying off her lovely hair, she was easily among the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life.

Awe in his voice, he said, "God, Elaine. You look_good."_

"As do you," Elaine said with a nod, her words not as emphatic, but still truthful. Her hands were not gloved, though gloves did go with the dress in most cases. She set her palms on his breast and smiled, flicking her tail, which like her hair was tightly braided. "Your award ceremony begins within the hour. Shall we go?"

Kahnso kissed Elaine softly. As she kissed back, a quiet moan escaped him. Revealed in the kiss was his desire to be with her again, and Elaine being the healthy lady she was was not immune to the notion of good sex with a handsome man. But the thought of exposing herself to him was still a dicey proposal, and the terms of her agreement with Kahnso and her agency demanded her appearance at the award ceremony. If he immediately threw a tantrum and left, fine and well, but she had to at least show up with him.

Fortunately for Elaine, and in spite of himself, Kahnso exhaled somberly. "Let's go, babe."

--5

Elaine always weathered red carpet nonsense well. Keeping near Kahnso, arm locked with his and a pleasant smile on her face, she took the camera flashes in stride. Besides being semi-permanently affixed to Kahnso as arm candy, Elaine translated for the rockstar both ways, helping him through a few conversations and brisk interviews before they entered the looming, ornate building at the end of the carpet.

Whispering into Elaine's ear, Kahnso said, "You're a lot more handy than some of the escorts I've been with."

The mare laughed sweetly. She covered her mouth. "You must tell me more later, I'm very curious."

Kahnso squeezed Elaine firmly. It was a warm, affectionate gesture and she blushed and pressed against him almost instinctively. The moment ended with some grace, and they took their seats for the ceremony. Elaine was given another moment to shine when she helped translate for Kahnso as he took three of the ten awards - which was more than any other artist present.

Following the ceremony was a mixer where artists and their dates mingled. A few privileged, well-behaved celebrity reporters did interviews. One approached Kahnso as though nearing a sedated lion; clearly he was aware of the singer's reputation. It was in fact only Kahnso's relaxed posture on a sofa with Elaine daintily pressed close which gave him the nerve to approach. When he spoke, he did so clearly and calmly, though in French-accented English.

"'Allo, mister Kahnso, may I speak with you for a few moments?"

Kahnso eyed the press credentials hanging from the reporter's neck. He shrugged and patted the sofa invitingly.

"Thank you," the reporter beamed, taking a seat. Him being a rat surprisingly did not detract from his charm. That he visibly relaxed when Kahnso agreed to speak helped greatly.

The interview was a banal, polite thing. There was nothing controversial about it. Elaine thought, watching Kahnso give his answers with a sly smile and a facetious tone, that the fox was dying to be asked something raunchy. The very idea made her chuckle. She nuzzled in against his neck, rested her ear on his breast, closed her eyes. The meaty rumble of his voice plucked directly from his hard body was a primally relaxing sound, like distant thunder experienced in the twilight between rest and wakefulness.

"I thank you for you time, mister Kahnso," said the rat in conclusion. But then a smile creased his lips, and he chuckled in what sounded like impish delight. "Off the record, may I ask one other thing?"

"Sure."

"'Ave you and Miss Ryan split up? It would seem you and this fine lady here are very close." The reporter slightly inclined, leaning near for Kahnso's reply. His whip tail lashed.

Veronica knew the shit-eating grin which suddenly crossed Kahnso's face. It meant that whatever he was about to say was a bold lie. But Veronica was not there, and the rat was dying for something sensational.

"It's complicated," Kahnso began, with some truth. "Very, very complicated. Veronica's terrified of flying, she won't do it. And I figured, well, hey - if you won't come to the most romantic place on Earth with me, you must not love me very much." He squeezed Elaine's hip. "So I told her if she doesn't have her shit out of my house by the time I get back, I'm burning it in the front yard."

The rat blinked. Elaine still rested on Kahnso, but her eyes had opened, and her expression was a deeply bemused one.

"I--, I see. That is most interesting." The rodent clapped his fleshy palms on his knees. With composure somewhat regained, he stood and collected his recorder from the table. "This was a very informative interview, thank you again for your time," he effused, thrusting his palm out. Kahnso shook it, eclipsing the rat's hand in that moment.

Elaine eased off of Kahnso, kneeling on the couch beside him. She found Kahnso's cheeky grin infectious and wore one of her own. "Please tell me that was a lie."

"Of course it was." He waggled his fingers for Elaine, his wedding band gleaming. "Fuck that guy."

Elaine laughed.

Around Kahnso and Elaine like a lame vortex, the mixer went on with its inoffensive murmuring. No more journalists approached him, perhaps because he and Elaine had their faces close together as they spoke in hushed words punctuated by bubbly laughter. They discussed nothing of importance, just the irrelevance of the other musicians and the lie Kahnso had told the reporter, but it looked intimate and sweet outwardly.

"You're terrible, I hope you know," tutted Elaine, after recounting the lie for the third or fourth time. She chuckled and nipped Kahnso's cheek, tugging one of his wiry whiskers. "How does your wife tolerate that?"

"Lots of credit cards," said Kahnso, dryly. He kissed Elaine's neck. "Or maybe I'm just not that bad a guy once you get to know me."

The mixer wound down further still as the night wore on. Kahnso and Elaine were among the first couples to leave.

--6

The limousine purred to a rest outside the hotel right at midnight. The driver, a white pony with a pink nose of perhaps college age, politely opened Kahnso's door and the fox climbed out into the clement Paris night. The driver started around the limo to let out Elaine, but Kahnso stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, then thrust a fifty dollar bill into his palm. Immediately Kahnso smiled and apologized: "Uh, sorry. I forgot I'm not in America."

The pony smiled and waved off the offense, seeming not to mind the crisp American bill at all. He got back into the driver's seat and left the honors to Kahnso.

As Kahnso opened her door, Elaine smiled up at him with hands neatly folded in her lap. "Being quite presumptuous, aren't you?"

Kahnso drummed his fingers on the roof of the car. "Am I? Don't get me wrong, but it seems like cuddling up to me after the award ceremony isn't part of your services." He snickered and held out his paw, the fingers outstretched. His wedding ring glistened brilliantly in the lights of the hotel's facade. "Come on, baby. We both want this."

"You are a very handsome man," said Elaine, her tone a defeated one. The anxiety of revealing herself nipped at her composure like a cattle dog at her heels. Standing side by side with the rockstar, she sighed and kissed his cheek. Kahnso shut the door, and together they went up to his suite. Kahnso broke off from her but gave her hip a longing rub just before he stepped inside.

The suite was illuminated mostly by the light from the hall. As Elaine shut the door, that light vanished, and she tried the switches close by, seeing which banks of lights they corresponded to. She settled for the lights along the eastern wall of the room, which bounced off of the mauve accents and set the room in a dusk-pink glow.

"Where have you gone, hmm?" the draft horse asked rhetorically as she walked through the suite. She rested on the wall and looked down the hallway which splintered off from the main room. In one room lie the toiletries, behind the door opposite was the bedroom, and the third door down the hall hid a simple closet. Elaine gave the open bedroom a try and found Kahnso minus his jacket and shirt, sitting on the bed with his laptop next to him.

"I'm sorry," Kahnso amicably said. "Veronica wanted to--," he gesticulated uselessly, "we had some plans."

Elaine was often cool-faced, but she cracked a smirk as she joined him on the bed, sitting at his side opposite the laptop. Kahnso was slightly twisted, one foot on the floor, the other leg folded beneath himself. Elaine pressed against his angled back and nuzzled his neck.

"Would it be better if I left...?"

"No. I don't think so." Kahnso was firm. He reached back and rubbed Elaine's thigh. She flicked her tail and felt briefly envious of the thick, luxuriant brush which was his tail. "I'm gonna get her on video chat here."

"Oh." The mare blinked, then asked, "Should I--?"

"No. Just say put," Kahnso laughed. "It's all good."

Soon enough, Veronica was on Kahnso's screen, her somewhat lagged image appearing large and imposing from a low angle. She smiled warmly at the sight of Kahnso, then Elaine's face drifted into view around his shoulder. The kangaroo smirked at them. "Hi, baby."

"Hey, hot stuff," Kahnso said. "Looks like we have a change of plans tonight."

Veronica licked her upper lip. "Yyyeah, I can see that." She looked at Elaine, resting on Kahnso, and laughed. "Hi, Elaine. I'm sorry - I'm the one who picked you."

"It's quite all right," the mare evenly said. Seeing Kahnso's wife on the computer screen alleviated her worries slightly. She thought Veronica looked strong, as if she had some power over him in case he overreacted.

Kahnso clapped his palms and ground them together in a gesture of frankness. "Well! Let's get warmed up, why don't you lose the tank top?"

Instead of complying, Veronica snickered. She sat back, folding her arms. "Fuck no, I always put on shows for you when you're all homesick in some other country. How about you return the favor for once, huh?"

Sheepishly, Kahnso turned to look at Elaine. He shot her a smile and shrugged. The mare shrugged back and kissed his lips. "As long as I am really not interfering in your relationship."

"Not at all," Veronica chirped.

Elaine slipped off the bed and Kahnso nudged the laptop so its camera caught his body and Elaine's, hers from only the bust downward. Every facet of the mare's body language said she was going to kneel, and indeed, it was her intent to pleasure the fox without unveiling her secret. Kahnso shot down the idea without realizing it when he grabbed her hips.

"You're such a babe. I've always liked mares, you know that?"

"I could tell," Elaine said, smiling. "Mmm, why don't you lie back? I am quite sure your wife could see us better that way."

"She can see us just fine," Kahnso said, shooting the screen an aside glance, catching Veronica's sleazy face. "I wanna see what's under the dress, babe. C'mon."

Elaine chuckled evenly. In what seemed a moment of brilliance, she spun on her hoof and dragged her blonde tail across his face. Kahnso nipped its locks and growled at the teasing sensuality of the gesture. He trailed his digits down her perfect ass then groped the cheeks. "Love your ass, very nice..."

"Always an ass man," Veronica chimed in.

After a deep breath, Elaine pulled her little red dress slowly up. Its bottom edge rose like a curtain and her tail slid smoothly out of the slit cut in the small of the back. Just as soon as the mare's lacy black panties were bared, Kahnso nuzzled the deep and obvious crack of her ass and nibbled one of her cheeks. Elaine blushed and quietly gasped. Her nipples began to stiffen.

"How kinky are you, baby?" Kahnso asked, looking up at the back of her head.

Tossing her dress on the bed and pressing her thighs together self-consciously, Elaine answered, "As much as you wish."

Veronica laughed. "Shit, so much for you coming back home..."

Chuckling in a dirty way, Kahnso peeled down Elaine's panties. He nosed the crack of her ass as it was exposed to him, then tugged her cheeks apart just enough to bare the thick black donut between them. This he kissed, and Elaine's body quaked with her sudden moan. Her sheath bulged and she glowed with blush. "Kahnso," she quivered, speaking with an air of desperation.

Misconstruing the mare's tone, Kahnso licked across her pucker gingerly. Nibbling then on the base of her tail, he purred, "Don't worry, sugar, I'm not gonna fuck it - I just wanna kiss it."

"Kahnso," she said more firmly.

Again Kahnso kissed her anus, then eased back. He chuckled more lewdly. A lump had begun to fill out the crotch of his dress pants. "Turn around for me, would you? I want some pussy."

Still not quite erect and nearly panicking in the final moments of her deception, Elaine uncertainly asked, "Do you, ah--, don't you wish to continue as you were?"

But Kahnso held her hips, and he forced her to turn with a smile on his face. "Come on, don't be such a tease. Ask Veronica." He nodded toward the laptop. "I know how to eat some cunt." The kangaroo sighed and rolled her eyes. She was inclined to agree, even if she didn't want to say it.

It wasn't obvious in the dim light of the room and with her panties still pulled up over her groin that Elaine sported something most unexpected between her thighs. Kahnso nuzzled her groin and somehow didn't notice, and then he felt into the waistband of her panties and gave them a downward tug.

With the evening's sweat, Elaine's body tape had lost some of its adhesion. The anatomy of her engorging penis, and her balls which had popped loose, were no longer hidden from the rockstar. A puzzled look spread across his face and the mare stood frozen with a wide-eyed look of worry. The only noise, which came after a few stunned moments, was Veronica's wildly obnoxious laughter.

Red-faced, Kahnso slammed the laptop shut, cutting his wife off. He put his eyes back on Elaine's surprising genitals. The mare's erection had receded in fear, but instead of a tantrum, Kahnso sighed. He peeled off the loose tape easily, by then stuck on with nothing more than the sweat which had loosened it in the first place. Cupping her balls and smiling up at her past her thick bust, he needlessly said, "You got a dick, huh?"

"I'm very sorry," Elaine said, blushing and frowning. "I was afraid you might--, your reaction, you see, I did not wish to upset you... I have read a few, ah, things about your reputation."

As matter-of-factly as he could state something so bizarre, Kahnso looked at her groin and murmured, "Yeah, you're definitely not the first woman I've met with a penis." He licked her sheath, dipping his tongue into its wrinkled flesh, dragging it over her hidden meat. The mare cooed and instinctively set her hands on the back of his head, though her pleasure was light with the coppery taste of fear in the back of her throat. "Might as well make the most of it."

"If I had known you wouldn't have been bothered..." Elaine's tone was yet ashamed.

"Forget it. You're still a damn fine woman." Kahnso shot her a lopsided grin. "And you gave me one hell of a blowjob. So," he licked his fangs absently, "I think I can make this work."

Kahnso wrapped his paws around the hemispheres of her ass cheeks. Pulling her in, he coaxed her to kneel and straddle him, giving her little choice but to press in close. Her full breasts compressed against his muscular chest and her naked genitals rested on his, penis still refusing to make its appearance after the panic of being discovered. Kahnso kissed her lips and rumbled a fond noise.

"Mmm, you are an extremely handsome fellow," cooed Elaine, her lips grinding Kahnso's jowls.

"Thanks, babe." Both of his strong, large paws played with her behind, kneading plump cheeks and causing them to dimple. "So-o-o, blunt question - you take it up the ass?"

The mare smiled modestly. She batted her eyelashes. "Some nights I do, yes."

A grin stole across Kahnso's face, making him toothy and smug. "And is tonight one of those nights?"

"Well, speaking in matters of fact," the French mare cooed, nuzzling him as was her instinctive equine gesture of affection, "it depends on several things..."

Kahnso stroked up her back, against the grain of her soft brown fur. He stroked down with the flow and smoothed it, finally coming to grasp an ass cheek in one paw, the braided cord of her tail in its twin. Sweetly he asked, "Like what?" And then, almost unbearably coy, "How much extra?"

She laughed and smooched his cheek. "I don't want more of your money. Oh, how crude," she giggled. "No, no, not your money... only your attention. Your affection, perhaps?"

The rock singer kissed her neck. "I have plenty of that for you, sugar."

Elaine petted down Kahnso's back, following the column of his spine, making tingles race up and down its length with her fingertips. Being able to make something so massive and muscular shudder with a mere tickle pleased her. "You were off to an excellent start before you turned me around," said the mare cryptically.

It took Kahnso a moment, and then he blushed and smiled. "Want your ass eaten, huh?"

"To put it so simply, yes." She winked. "I've a feeling, you would perhaps call it a hunch, that you wouldn't mind doing something so lewd for me."

The fox bumped his nose to hers. He smooched her lips, the kiss lingering and damp. "Yeah, that sounds like something I can manage."

"Your Veronica is very lucky to have such an accommodating man," said Elaine with another wink. White hands on his shoulders, she shoved him back and thought immediately of sitting on his face, yet to have him prostrate and splayed proved difficult to ignore. Draping herself over him, thick breasts hanging noticeably but mostly unmolested by gravity's tug, she licked at his mouth and earned the same in return; but where she licked his jowls with little purpose, he slurped her tongue in a show of lurid heat. They joined together first in a soft moan, then a kiss. With mouths locked and tongues coiling, they helped themselves to grow aroused again, undoing what awkwardness had wrought on their libidos. Their large erections throbbed together, though Kahnso's was stuck under pricey dress pants.

Elaine reached down, tweaking the flare of her cockhead and spurring herself to shoot a wad of precum across the singer's abs. She shuddered with the kiss and reached lower, grabbing Kahnso's penis through his bottoms. She kneaded him until he began to buck and huff, once coming dangerously and unacceptably close to breaking off the wonderful kiss. Elaine thrust her tongue savagely into his maw and opened his fly, popping the buttons with the fingers of a woman who has done such a thing many times.

The singer took Elaine's shoulders in his paws, cupping them loosely. Although he tongued her delicate French mouth, tying knots with her amorous tongue, he found she was becoming distracted. He let the kiss wane but not die, and gently suckled her thick equine tongue.

A coo of a moan passed the mare's lips. She gazed at Kahnso, cool blue eyes peeking playfully at his red, almost vampiric stare. His were eyes she found unsettling yet handsome, something difficult to look away from. She huffed through her nostrils and pulled her tongue free. Saliva gleamed on their lips, inelegant but a genuine show of lust.

"Chri-i-ist. I bet you could knot a tie with your tongue," Kahnso puffed.

Elaine chuckled timidly, her blush growing brighter. She snaked her hand beneath his boxers (no red g-string this time, what a shame), pulling them out and down, letting the pressure off his aching dogcock. "I would trade that dexterity gladly for a singing voice as fine as yours," the mare sweetly confessed. "Mmm, and now..." She pecked his cheek then slithered lower and lower, breasts dragging across his loins, muzzle bumping his penis.

The fox groped at the bed and found a pillow. He stuffed it crookedly under his head and laced his fingers across his breast, a dirty smile quirking his face. "You gonna suck me again? That was something else last time. Veronica could learn a thing or two."

She laughed, this joyful sound dissonant to her lewd grasp of his scrotum. "It is not something I can teach, I fear. Don't you think I would rather do that for a living than escort horny Americans?"

Kahnso snickered. "Teach a man to fish," he said. "Why would you teach my wife how to suck dick? You want me to keep hiring you, after all."

"So quickly he sees through my wily schemes," Elaine dryly retorted. She was grinning, just showing teeth as she pulled down Kahnso's bottoms the rest of the way. This she did on a whim; a desire to do something more lurid than simply suck his cock. When she had him completely nude, she scooted up again and bumped her pretty snout broadside into his shaft. "You're very big," she said simply. "As big as the stallions who hire me."

"Kind of you to say." Pure smugness.

Elaine's expression stayed even as she lowered her gray nose and slipped it under his heavy white balls. Although Kahnso made a curious noise, she didn't stop to a acknowledge him. Deeply and indulgently, Elaine drew in the scent of his ballbag, savoring the swampy, sweaty musk of a male ass which had spent the whole evening trapped. She flicked her tongue across his taint, smearing it with drool, but that was collateral. The tip of her tongue prodded his puckered anus, teasing flesh heavy with musk and already shiny from sweat. Kahnso's quivering moan told Elaine she was pushing the right buttons.

A grin was glued to Kahnso's face, a Cheshire Cat expression of teeth and lust. He masturbated lazily, even using his weaker hand for the hell of it. "You like my sweaty asshole, huh, babe?" he snidely asked. "Typical French bitch, I guess."

The mare was hardly about to defend herself; there was nothing to defend when he was absolutely right. She stuffed her snout lower, nostrils flaring as sweaty fur tickled and teased her. Foremost she smelled soap on Kahnso's body, the result of a shower from before their date, but it was thin in this most clandestine of places. Where his natural smell broke through, Elaine found herself at her most pleased, and her equine meat leaked pre copiously into the bed.

"Gonna be honest with you about something," the rockstar started. He sighed, chuckled, shook his head. Precum webbed in his fingers. "I like a good, sweaty asshole too. I mean - within reason, yeah? But hey, a chick's gotta have some natural stank going on. Some musk. Can't be all deodorant and perfume."

Elaine's tail swished just once. Her ears perked. Sweat abounded on the draft mare; it was why she invested so heavily in antiperspirant, but where her armpits were antiseptic and dry, the rest of her body and her privates in particular were already quite swampy. It was, after all, the reason her tape had worn off. She weaseled her tongue across Kahnso's winking anus one last time and slowly pulled back her snout. The flesh and fur alike on her muzzle gleamed with the runoff from his ball soup.

"I very much like the way that you think, Kahnso," Elaine cooed before nosing the angle where his balls met his sheath. She snuffled his loins and shuddered. "And you smell like a real man. You have, as you put it, a little bit of stank." She laughed. "Won't you lick me where I sweat most, please?"

Kahnso sat up with some difficulty. His joints popped, breaking his countenance only in his eyes, and only briefly. Elaine politely ignored his show of pain. "Lick you where you sweat most, huh? I already had my tongue on your butthole, sweetheart."

"I sweat when I am aroused," the draft mare said, not lying; she became hot and bothered quite literally. She looked at him coquettishly, the tiniest of smiles on her pretty face. "I dislike begging."

The singer petted through Elaine's lovely blonde hair, his touch vaguely patronizing. He winked. "Come on. Up on the bed next to me." And as she climbed up, making herself prone, he clarified: "On your back."

Dutifully - and with no small amount of excitement - Elaine rolled from her belly to her back. The plump hemispheres of her bottom waxed, then waned from view like a rapid moon cycle, and in their place, her cock wagged from side to side before coming to rest hanging slightly to the left. Like a sleeper's lazy mouth, it drooled down itself, precum making black flesh gleam in irregular stripes all the way down, including her smooth black balls.

At first it seemed to Elaine that Kahnso was simply going to copy her ass-eating. He scooted up close, nosing her balls with the apparent intent to get his snout under them. But he was a sly thing, a creative lover if the tabloids were any indication, and he rose to his knees. Lifting her by the hips, growling savagely in his exertion, he made the mare feel fear again. My god, he merely waited until I was at his mercy, Elaine thought in a panic.

She was at his mercy indeed. Kahnso, grinning ear to ear and looking monstrous even with his hair in a trendy segmented ponytail, continued to lift her until her shoulders rested on the bed. Gravity pulled her hefty balls downward; the pillows of her boobs already rested on her chin. Her smooth taint lay bare and her fat, clenching, and remarkably sweaty donut of an anus winked in the open air. Elaine vaguely remembered this peculiar position's name: piledriver.

Giving Elaine relief and pleasure in one swift act, Kahnso pushed his soft jowls into her puckered anal entrance. His saber fangs framed her thick ring, putting quaint pressure on her most clandestine areas. He smooched her asshole firmly on its surface, and then he wrapped his lips around its pronounced flesh. With this arrangement came a gasp from the mare, and Kahnso began to suck greedily, breaking the silence of the hotel room with lurid smacks.

"Mon dieu," panted Elaine, staring at Kahnso's unfocused red eyes. She touched herself, but temperance saw her do no more than caress her own scrotum; she ignored her erect phallus. Somewhat playfully, "Is this how you treat your wife...?"

Kahnso broke the suck and Elaine's dampened anus winked, its black and wrinkled flesh made somewhat more plush. He slopped his tongue across it, the flesh immediate to it included in this lap. Elaine understood a formerly cocaine-snorting rockstar to be innately a creature of excesses. Staring down into her baby blue gaze, sneering like an imp, cock throbbing on the middle of her back, Kahnso answered simply: "Fuck yeah, it is." He pulled back, looked over her prostrate bottom and groin, then smooched the base of her tail. His nose rubbed her pucker and he breathed in her musk gladly. "She's not as big on the ass-eating."

Unable to help herself, Elaine smiled. It verged on a grin. "Is that so? Unfortunate." Her tail swished, its braid brushing Kahnso's breast. "But I am."

Kahnso smiled back. He let his teeth show from the start. "You sure are, baby. My French girlfriend likes getting her asshole munched."

She laughed. Noticing that her own erection was slicking her cleavage with precum made her blush. Coyly she asked, "Oh, I'm your girlfriend now?"

The singer considered, keeping the mare upended and her delicate flesh in his face. He leaned back then, her with him, and planted a soft kiss on the more readily presented run of her taint. "For the money I'm spending on you, you're whatever the fuck I say you are."

Elaine chuckled, touching Kahnso's handsome muzzle. "As you wish, Kahnso. What next, American boyfriend?"

He set her down with surprising gentleness, climbing over her then. Though he put his groin to hers, balls on balls and cock on cock, the frottage was incidental; he kissed her, still filthy with sweat and musk on his lips. She bore his musk in a lighter dose. Elaine had only begun to tease her tongue into his maw when he straightened out, and from there he gazed down at the lovely French thing with her blushing cheeks and swollen, somewhat slick bosom.

"However you want me, I'll be yours," Elaine fondly said. She went on to implore, "But please do have me."

Kahnso smiled with rare sweetness - and Elaine thought she saw him blush. He slipped off of her, kneeling perpendicular to her splayed, healthy form. Softly she touched his thigh, hip, penis. Her fingers moved with slow reverence, their destination a foregone conclusion but their journey compelling nevertheless. It was with her loving touch that she ultimately stroked him, her intent merely to tease, and perhaps to maintain his erection.

The singer touched her much the same way, yet his touch was quicker and hungrier. It struck Elaine as an American approach to sex; something difficult to define but nevertheless apparent if only by instinctive recognition. Still Elaine didn't mind it as Kahnso masturbated her, slipping her heavy horse meat through the loop of his fist. He added to his worshipful touch when he took a heavy breast in the other paw, thumbing her nipple, making brown flesh tingle. Elaine cooed.

More American forwardness when Kahnso said, albeit with a warm smile, "I wanna fuck you."

Elaine tempered her sardonic smile, forcing herself to come across as wanting. She was deeply lustful for Kahnso; the expression wasn't an outright lie. "Check the table," she said, nodding her long, pretty snout toward the nightstand, "by the bed."

He narrowed his eyes, but his smile drew up at the corners. Teeth besides his massive fangs came into view. He slipped away from her, sadly unhanding her body, and sat at the bed's edge like he had when he'd first gotten his surprise. "You better not expect me to wear a rubber. Be pretty stupid," he remarked, pulling open a drawer. "Y'know, after I had my tongue in your ass."

The mare laughed delicately. She drew in her knees, planted her hooves in the bed. Her cock rested on her tight, exercised belly but her balls, the plump, sweaty and hairless things they were, protruded between her pursed thighs. "I prefer my lovemaking to be, ah... what is the word? No condoms."

"Bareback," Kahnso said with relish. He brushed aside the condoms. There were a menagerie of packets: flavors, lubricated and unlubricated, textures, sizes from teeny to titanic. He grabbed a few packets of lube which looked more like fast food condiments and shoved the drawer shut. "You like being knotted, sweet stuff?"

Elaine smiled wistfully. "I do," she said. "Though most men I meet are... easier to handle, you understand?"

Kahnso snickered. He twisted around on his rear, putting one knee on the bed, then its twin. He took one of her knees in an implacable paw and pulled its leg aside. "I got you, babe. We can go gentle. Now roll over."

"As readily as you kissed me, I'm surprised you want me face-down," said Elaine, stunned but neither offended nor disappointed. She obliged Kahnso, laying her lovely muzzle on folded arms. She held her braided tail high and her bottom awaited Kahnso.

"If you work with me," he said cryptically, pulling aside one of her cheeks, "we can still make out. Y'just gotta turn your head when I lean over you, baby."

When the contents of one of the packets bled across her spit-shined anus, Elaine softly gasped. She couldn't help herself and ended up giggling. "Oh, that's cold! Perhaps you should have held it for a bit first."

Dryly, "You'll warm up real soon. I've just got the feeling."

Kahnso's finger sank deep into Elaine, gliding on the lube. She trained well and often, yet this was still the point where she winced and set her jaws. "Mmm, gentle, please. And the lubricant is complimentary, so don't be shy with it."

The fox laughed. "French hotels give you free lube, huh?"

"Nnno, but," Elaine blushed and chuckled with him, "some hotels anticipate what their clients may want. Perhaps you overlooked the gift basket full of black tar heroin and tequila?"

"Yeah, yeah, funny. Very funny," Kahnso sneered, grinning ear to ear. He eased back his thick digit but added more lube to the mare's winking, dark pucker, and he worked it into her gently, smearing with the pad of his finger. "Don't tell my wife, but horses--, I mean, mares, they're my favorite."

Elaine opened her mouth to speak, most certainly to joke, but Kahnso wedged two of his large fingers inside of her. Although she took the entry without pain, her lips pursed and she huffed through her nostrils.

The swish of his bushy tail gave away Kahnso's need more subtly than the drool of precum oozing from his cock. He eyed his work, drawing his tongue across his lips, his nose, a fang. He twisted his fingers inside Elaine, pulled them back, stuffed them back in to the knuckle. Under his touch, the mare groaned. She whimpered needfully. Kahnso, his ego thoroughly stroked, patted Elaine's flank as if she were a four-legged draft horse pulling the plow. Her generous ass jiggled, briefly transfixing the rock singer.

Without a word, Kahnso pulled out his fingers and mounted up on the flawless mare. He thought about how such thick and perfect ass cheeks could deliver a hotdogging like no other, but his cock ached with desire. He had been surprised and delighted by Elaine, had kissed her at both ends and endlessly contemplated the beautiful behind he was now poised to enter, and when he guided his cock to the thick and perfect pucker of her asshole, he felt that his fucking her was well-earned.

The wedge of Kahnso's cocktip opened Elaine up, beginning far more subtly than his fingers yet rapidly displacing her tight flesh. Elaine's eyes rolled back and she bunched up the sheets in her fists. From deep in her sturdy breast came the quavering words, "Oooh, mon dieu. I'm yours. Not because you paid for me," she lustfully noted, "but because I want you to have me."

Kahnso draped himself over Elaine. She felt his breast, hot and hard and sweaty, pressing into her back. He slipped into her with ease she found personally embarrassing, and already she felt the knot bumping the curves of her cheeks. Dryly, with lips against her ear, he asked, "Did I pay you to say that?"

She laughed sheepishly, cheeks red as beets. "No... I promise that you didn't."

Fat and implacable, Kahnso's bulbous knot pushed apart Elaine's cheeks and came to rest on the swollen ring of her anus. He licked her ear, nosed her hair, huffed across her neck and scalp. "I don't get anal much," he lied. "This all right? You okay?"

"Yes, Kahnso. Yes," Elaine assured him, smiling. "I can take it. And I enjoy it."

The false enamel of Kahnso's fangs brushed Elaine's ear, causing it to flit and then flatten. He slipped a sturdy arm underneath her, hooking his forearm below her breasts, and lifted her to the more suitable position of hands and knees. He was silent when he pulled back but he breathed across her ear; she felt him drawing breath, noting the swell of his chest and the thump of his heart. Elaine was shocked by how little vulgarity permeated their sex. She whispered as the titanic singer slipped back into her, bumping his knot again on her plush ass cheeks, "You are so much gentler than I ever expected."

"You should've met me a few years ago," said Kahnso nostalgically. He pushed his snout into her soft blonde hair, exhaling sharply on her scalp. The tingles he sent through her skin made her shudder and coo. He felt around her breasts, playfully twiddling her nipples which stood out pert and brown against soft tan fur. "You ought to come back to LA with me. Veronica's been curious about playing with a--, y'know."

Elaine was charitable. "A horse?"

"Well, besides that," Kahnso coyly said. He rocked back on his knees, straightening his muscular body. It was with utter indulgence that he grabbed her hips, then slipped around his paws to the curves of her bottom. "Push back into me, honey."

The draft mare did so not out of obedience but pleasure. She shoved herself into Kahnso's pelvis and kept going even when the bulb of his knot ground against her stretched anal entrance. A shudder passed through her body and she looked back at him needfully, a small smile on her face.

Kahnso grinned, but he was also blushing. Meaty fingers with blunt claws bared sprawled across the horse's rear. He pushed her back the way she came until she gave up with a little laugh. "I didn't think you'd want the knot," he remarked, pulling her in again and resting on his knees. He huffed as her thick ass came to rest on his pelvis.

I didn't think I would either, thought Elaine, and maybe the wryness showed on her face. She cooed to her client, "Perhaps you'd care to sit down? Or lie back?"

"And let you do all the work, huh?" Kahnso licked his jowl, nibbled it, exhaled from his nostrils. His answer came when he pulled back and continued to do so until his lubed and throbbing cock came fully free, leaving Elaine's anus thicker than ever and throbbing, but miraculously still puckered tightly. "Let's do it your way, honey. Your back on my chest. I wanna touch you."

The fox slipped to the edge of the bed and the mattress dipped under his weight. He sat back, palms on the bed, fat penis offered to the French mare. "C'mon, babe. I'm having a good time so far."

Elaine scooted to the edge much as Kahnso did. Her behind felt awkward, reminding her of bicycle seats and bunched-up panties, but her puffy anus gave her both pleasure and self-esteem; she loved the feeling, thinking it rewarding. She stepped off onto the carpeting, sidestepped before Kahnso, inclined herself a few degrees. Her luscious bottom popped in Kahnso's face and she purposefully held her tail aside. "Would you care for another taste of me?"

Kahnso took an ass cheek in one paw, masturbating lazily with the other. He pulled away the cheek and enjoyed his glimpse of her swollen, mildly reddened entrance. "Nope," he said cheekily. "Just wanna bust my nut."

Despite her admonishing cluck, Elaine found she couldn't blame Kahnso. Hands on her knees, she sat back and let her booty drop into his lap. Kahnso predictably guided his cock for her, and she sighed as it parted her cheeks again; moaned when her weight carried her down and saw his cock into her body. Her fat, black horsemeat twitched as her pucker came to rest on his knot, pressing her anus like a button. Quivering, she leaned back, shoulder blades on his breast. She touched herself, giving her penis only a cursory stroke, and that alone saw a stringy runner of precum shoot across the carpet.

"God," said Kahnso through a breath, blowing humidity across Elaine's neck. His arms slipped around her, muscles slack and lazy. She felt his fangs against her shoulder, their blunt points pushing inarticulately into flesh as if he were a clumsy caveman vampire. "Ride me, sweet thing. Bounce for daddy."

She chuckled, shamefaced, and put her hands on either side of the fox's wide body. The mare lifted herself, bringing to mind gymnastics; Elaine enjoyed her exercise. She was as toned as she was tall, with noteworthy guns hidden under brown fur. She bit her full lip, plumping it to proportions more gorgeous still and a greater flush than her even her favorite shades of scarlet lipstick. Less poetic and far more vulgar, her asshole throbbed about Kahnso's cock. She loved the blunt feeling of his knot against her back door, knocking every time she dropped down. It was a threat, perhaps a promise, and her push against its curve was something she found herself loving. Being knotted was agonizing, but the pain was its own queer pleasure, and the fact that Elaine had a prostate gland didn't hurt matters.

Kahnso pulled back his snout, fangs raking her shoulder painlessly. He nosed the back of her neck, on the patch of peach-hair-thin fur and delicate skin he referred to on Veronica as the baby-neck with stomach-turning sweetness. He kissed Elaine's baby-neck now, sending little shivers through the mare's body, complements to the much more potent and rotten pleasure of the anal sex. He felt across her breasts, jugs he'd touched so many times already but which lost none of their majesty in the repetition. He cupped them, lightly rolling nipples in his thumbs and forefingers. "You're so perfect, honey," he puffed. "Love your body. Everything about it. Your ass is so fucking good."

Crimson simmered under Elaine's cheeks. She smiled crookedly. Compliments were dime-a-dozen and she was used to lusting platitudes from men both paying her bills and observing from the outside. Never did she lose her cool except for now, when Kahnso's hungry American lovemaking had her teetering on the precipice of climax. Her cock throbbed without benefit of masturbation. Her bottom was raw, anus feeling bruised, but she would not rest until the knot was tied and - to put it so much more bluntly - the rockstar's nuts were drained into her.

Elaine licked her lips, finding them suddenly chapped. She huffed in a voice thick with French accent, "My god, Kahnso, I am so close right now. I want to come back to America with you... I want more of this, please touch me, oh please touch me more." Her voice, although romantic to Kahnso's ears, was approaching hysteria. Sweat rolled down the mare's face, across her breasts, down the crack of her ass, along the curves of her scrotum. Her cock's head flared dramatically; it spat its bounty of precum across the room and she thought in near mania how her penis was like a spitting cobra with its hood in full spread.

A grin played across Kahnso's face, contrasting strangely with the mellow in his eyes. He pulsed his squeeze on her breasts, kissed the baby-neck, nipped a few inches higher. "Christ, you're shaking, babe... are you gonna pop for me? You about to squirt?"

"Mhm," Elaine whimpered.

The mare felt the roiling pain of overexercise beginning to burn in her arms; she thought she could have bent her knees and used her legs to ride but she was too close to dare and change what was already working. Her sweat soaked through her fur and into Kahnso's, bringing to mind a hot water bottle with steam rolling off its surface. She panted and quaked, shutting her blue eyes not in bliss or concentration, but against beads of sweat rolling into them.

She slammed herself down over and over. The black button of her slippery, swelling anus kissed Kahnso's knot each time with mounting force. She could feel the indescribable push of the knot working her apart, its surface spreading open her pucker by brute force alone. Desperate noises passed her lips, mutters of pleasure in English and French. The composed, beautiful woman whom had translated for Kahnso was gone, and in her place was a filly who could do nothing more than try to sate the beast of her own libido with something she knew she would regret the next morning.

Kahnso rolled back his eyes and hugged Elaine around the middle, forearms under heaving boobs. He didn't squeeze her much, not wishing to break up the rhythm. He was pushing up into her in a lazy, stunted kind of way, using his toes and accomplishing nothing. Even as his cock ached inside the mare's fine ass, feeling like it was going to burst if he couldn't dump a nut in her soon, he let the escort do the work.

Elaine had so romanticized the tying of the knot that when she smashed her ass down so hard that it finally popped in, she barely realized it had happened. But it had, and she was stuck to him, his fat millionaire meat socked into her like it was the most perfect and close fit in the world. She felt embarrassingly little pain from the stretch and it had plowed into her so fast, her pucker allowed to close around the narrower shaft behind the bulb so quickly, that the pain did not linger at all. Instead she felt the knot against her rectal walls pushing out against her pliant pink flesh with implacable bulk. Her prostate sang under the pressure and she slammed her shoulder blades back into his chest with a sharp, gratified cry no more noisy than if she were ripping off a bandaid.

The singer realized she had taken the knot and squeezed her in tightly. He did not nuzzle or kiss the sweet flesh of her neck, only rested his snout on her shoulder and pushed it up near hers as closely as he could. "Oh, gawd... fucking--," Kahnso muttered, then clenched his jaws. His grip on the draft mare was tight, making ribs pop, but Elaine was sturdy. She thrived in his squeeze and dug her fingers into his arms, giving parity to his possessiveness.

Tight anal walls squeezed Kahnso's knot so tightly, so perfectly, that his climax was a foregone conclusion. He quaked and held her so fast that his convulsion was in turn hers, and then he came, thick ropes of potent cum filling the mare's fat ass. He bit her muzzle, hardly realizing what he was doing, and Elaine gasped as prey. She clenched tighter still. The few drops of blood he drew were meaningless but his ownership of her was total in that moment in time, and when she erupted in climax, it was as an entirely subservient woman. She bleated helplessly in orgasm, great stringers of semen jetting across the carpeting, certainly enough to cost Kahnso a fortune in fees when housekeeping saw what his escort had done, but such a thought was the furthest thing from her mind.

Like fog dissipating with the heat of the day, pleasure's blinding haze lifted slowly from their eyes. Elaine wiped absently at the superficial pock on her muzzle. It would heal without a scar. "Goodness, Kahnso," she breathed, pushing into him unnecessarily; he held her tight in arms which seemed as if they'd never let go. "You were magnificent."

Already she could tell the passion had left him. She expected as much from (now the notion made her smile) her American boyfriend. He smooched her cheek and gradually let loose from her torso like loosening a monkey wrench. "That was pretty good, yeah," he said, flatness in his voice. "Although now you're stuck to me for the next hour or so."

"There are much worse places I could be," Elaine countered sweetly.

Kahnso sneered, laying back. Elaine stayed seated as she was, but petted Kahnso's flank, broaching his sweaty, furry form with care. "May I ask a question, Kahnso?"

He was sweet, but a little surprised. "Yeah, of course."

The mare licked her lips. She took a look at the damage she'd done to the carpet and thought sheepishly, I hope he won't take that from my pay. "Well," she murmured, "do you still wish to take me back with you? Or was it pillow talk, as you may say?"

The singer laughed. There was a tired quality to his voice, but still his laughter had some energy. "I'll take you back for a visit if you wanna come. I'd enjoy it. Your call, though."

Elaine glanced over at the laptop, one of its lights blinking as it waited to be opened and used again. A wry smile creased the mare's beautiful snout. "I would love to meet personally any woman who can tolerate, in permanence, a man such as yourself."

Kahnso just laughed and laughed. He had the feeling Veronica was going to get along just fine with Elaine.