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Chapter Twenty

Obsidian groaned as he plunged his large, equine cock between the tight cheeks of the cute, petite deer that gripped the sofa, looking back with a short, feminine moan.

He could not believe just how tight he was. How did Janus not orgasm within the first five minutes of being inside Carrus.

He gripped Carrus's thigh tighter as the lustful mood began to take him, his eyes rolling backwards as his equine shaft slowly moved back and forth inside the deer.

This was exactly what he needed...

How had he gotten to this point? He had been swept up in a whirlwind since Janus had taken him unwillingly to Crysfall and here he was, balls deep inside a supple Cervijord:

He looked down at the cute butt, bouncing up and down over his large equine shaft, each pump releasing wave upon wave of pleasure into himself and Carrus. Carrus had complained that it may be took big for him when he first released it from its cloth prison earlier but as Obsidian had discovered;

He was a man of many talents.

"H-H-Harder" remarked Carrus, under his breath, barely able to get the words out as he gripped the sofa, using it to anchor himself between it and the huge equine shaft that was now deep within his rear.

He wanted to feel something...

Anything...

The room was quiet, apart for the sound of the wet slapping as Obsidian's large equine orbs slapped against his tight furry hole, beginning to steadily rise as he had requested, with the continual short grunts coming from the large horse behind him.

"O-o-oh... f-f-fuck..." remarked Carrus in ecstasy as he allowed nature to take its course, his tight butt gripping the shaft as his own smaller meat hung, almost completely erect under his legs without the need to touch it himself, leaking his "pre-seed" down over the musty old sofa.

He felt as if he was being opened up from the inside, but the sensation was neither uncomfortable, nor painful. It had been at first but he had soon adapted to the thick shaft and had pushed out his ass to give Obsidian easier access.

Obsidian turned him over after a few seconds, allowing him to see the large muscular torso of the equine, glistening with sweat as they fucked senseless in the warm summer air.

Pushing Carrus down on the sofa and spreading his legs wide, without even needing to say anymore and pushing his huge shaft back into the hole of the slutty deer.

Carrus felt his animal instincts take over, he was being treated like a slut, a dirty whore to be used and he loved it. The instinct for breeding was so powerful as Obsidian began to reinsert his massive cock back into him that Carrus held his legs wide apart so the entire length could disappear into his hole.

"F-Fuck...." moaned Obsidian, acknowledging the wanton sluttiness of this creature that he was so mercilessly breeding.

Carrus reached out with a cloven hand and grabbed the muscular buttcheeks of his lover as he leant forward to hilt him harder on the sofa. His own meat was now standing completely to attention, throbbing with every push.

There were a few minutes of the continual wet slapping sound as Obsidian's large testicles bounced and slapped Carrus's ass as his large meat hilted him deep inside, getting faster and harder.

Carrus couldn't take it any longer... he felt an unmistakable rush of pleasure as his climax grew, unable to stop it, even asking Obsidian to slow down... but it was too late.

His apex came and his smaller but impressively scaled penis for his size spasmed hard as he cried out in pleasure, causing a large yet of white sperm to shoot out and land on his own face.

The force of Carrus's own orgasms and the rhythmic contractions deep inside his hole caused Obsidian to give a loud grown as his own orgasm approached, flooding the poor deer with a massive quantity of pure equine seed, so much that his butt could not contain it all.

It has been as if they had both awoken from a trance when they looked at each other, a silent, unrelenting look of shock and amazement of what they had just down as Carrus made an excuse to rush and get a towel quickly as Obsidian sat back down on the sofa, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

What had just happened?

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It was still incredibly warm but the "hot-box" conditions of the coach made the journey back to Crystal Lake almost unbearable for Obsidian. He had tried to continue his work, attempt to decode the many photographs of the glyphs that had been recovered from the wreckage of the crashed ship at Everonth, but something kept his mind wondering.

"Was it Carrus or Janus?" He thought to himself as he ignored the many different species all crammed into the single decker coach. He felt a little guilty that he had made an excuse to Carrus and just left so soon after their intimate encounter but things had become very tense and awkward between the two of them.

The coach hit a bump, causing him to grab hold of the nearest railing and bringing him back to reality.

It really was insufferable without air conditioning, the hot Terran sun pounding mercilessly, even as it rapidly approached the evening.

He looked out the window for a second, watching trees and houses wiz past as the coach was fast approaching the Eastgate Bridge and then on to Crystal Lake.

"Maybe I should just forget about the last few days?" he thought to himself in vain, longing to go back to a simpler time where he could immerse himself in his work without the moral implications affecting his mind in such a way.

He thought about handing in his resignation when he returned to Crystal Lake and just taking a flight out to somewhere distant like Fesalis, somewhere where nobody would know him and he could make a new start...

...without Phoenix Grace.

He had never realised how much the company had shaped his destiny. What would he have become if the Equus Disaster had never happened? Probably a simple farmer or a nomad, living a somewhat simple life.

Was that better?

At least he had been giving the chance to learn more... to do more than he ever could being with his own people?

His people had been reviled for being somewhat xenophobic, distrustful of outsiders and somewhat religiously fundamental in their beliefs. Did he truly want to be a person like that?

Had Phoenix Grace and the Vulnira Government done him a favor by destroying his home and murdering his parents? Would he had grown up to be just as intolerant and backwards as his own people were known for being?

He wiped the sweat off his head and brushed his mane back, looking over at the male and female couple sat chatting in the chairs on the same aisle as him. They were giggling about what foods they preferred to eat and what they were going to have for dinner when they got home.

Obsidian scoffed to himself... "Simple people... It doesn't matter if the world falls apart, as long as they have their creature comforts, they don't care about others."

The coach stopped as it reached the long suspension bridge that connected the Lower City of Crystal Lake to the neighbouring mainland. Obsidian put his hand out to stop the sudden lurch of the breaks being enough force to send him face-first into the back of the chair in front of him.

He really hated this coach driver, a computer could do a better job.

The sun had almost finished his relentless assault on the roof of the coach now and was beginning to set into an eerie green hue of dusk in the sky. Obsidian had always enjoyed the dusk on Terra, he had watched it often growing up. Always believing that he could see a honeycomb like lattice across the sky if the sun hit just the right angle.

Of course, all his teachers had told him that it was ridiculous and that it was probably a trick of the light.

"Attention Passengers" came a raspy voice over the announcement system. "We will be crossing into Crystal City in just a few moments. Please have your tickets ready for inspection."

Obsidian felt into his coat pocket, sifting through the rubbish in there to produce a small orange ticket. He had travelled this route so many times on his way to Everonth that he become accustomed to it. There was always a staff member of the Eastgate Bridge who would come down the aisle, checking tickets and passes to see if customers had paid for their journey.

To him it was reassuring...

To him it signaled that he was home...

As if by clockwork, a rather fat Vulnira began working his way down the aisle, checking the tickets of the passengers as he went. He carried a small, portable card reader with him that he looked at as he put the ticket inside.

"Excuse me sir... Can I have your ticket?" he asked Obsidian as he got to his seat, Obsidian, who was busy bundling his research papers into his bag looked up and was a greeting by quite a large and rather surprising bulge for a chubby fox.

Fighting the urge to make a remark that his trousers were probably too tight, Obsidian produced the ticket which the vulpine slid into the machine, causing it to make a random disapproving beep.

"Sir... I'm afraid that your ticket is not valid..." he said, looking at the horse suspiciously. "Seems you have a ticket for the wrong day..."

Obsidian was both confused and somewhat embarrassed that most of the coach passengers were looking at him with almost judging glares.

"But it's an open return?" questioned Obsidian as he tried to not let his annoyance show.

"'Fraid not sir..." replied the chubby ticket inspector. "If you would kindly step off the coach..."

Obsidian was dumbfounded, he remembered booking the ticket as an open return when Janus had first taken him to Everonth, there was no way that he could have got that wrong.

But what could he do? If he started to complain, the other passengers would get annoyed and he could end up getting arrested for a harassment charge.

Giving a disappointing huff, most of the passengers paying close attention to him as most of them neither trusted, nor had ever seen a Equus before. He raised to his feet and got his belongings, shuffling past the ticket inspector as he walked down to the coach exit, feeling judged and humiliated the whole way.

"Maybe I can get a taxi?" he thought to himself as he crossed off the bus into the open air of the car park overlooking the lake.

"Obsidian Greyfell?" asked a feminine voice, standing by a car near where he had exited the coach.

He looked over to see a small, petite fox with distinctive red and white markings walking over to him. Her clothes were casual and composed of a denim jacket, small white blouse and black trousers. Obsidian had never seen her before.

"Eh... yes?" he replied, not playing it cool at all. Obsidian was incapable of playing anything cool.

The fox flashed her police badge at him which caused his eyes to widen in panic. "Sergeant Janice Truthtail" she said, looking at him disapprovingly.

"You are coming with me."