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A tropical island vacation? Score!

The horse and fox high-fived each other the moment they left the boss' office. Oh sure, it was technically a job, interviewing and documenting one of the cultures that had remained somewhat isolated despite modern tourism, but the rest of the time, the two had realized with barely constrained enthusiasm, they'd get to enjoy the kind of location people paid five digits to visit.

"Finally, the kind of placement I took this job for," Lance laughed.

The big horse looked forward to some R&R, and while he'd have preferred going with a lover, his co-worker Cody was still a fine choice. They'd been best friends since high school, and by a stroke of luck, they ended up working for the same company. They were almost polar opposites, with the horse having a strong, outgoing personality, and the fox being a quiet, cerebral type, but they'd made that work, and they'd already earned more for the company than any other pair of agents. The fact that the horse was gay and the fox straight had never mattered in the slightest, either-

"Yeah... I could use a bit of downtime. I wonder if they have any spas?" the fox replied, as they walked through the office. They'd be packing and leaving this evening, to arrive tomorrow on the almost mythical beaches of Aloia.

"Huh, dunno about that," the horse snorted with amusement. "Maybe? I don't think they get a lot of tourists though. Just a bunch of rich guys every summer, 'cause of how expensive the trip is, and now us."

The Aloians were infamous for being both secretive and yet very friendly towards all visitors, fully embracing them, and that attitude had left the island's culture a rather unknown one to all except those who visited, and those who did would never talk about it much, except in vague, but very positive terms.

The problem was that the island was just about as far from land as you could possibly get, and landing there required special training. Boats couldn't reach it after an earthquake had left the surrounding shores a treacherous, rocky shoal almost impossible to navigate even with modern technology. In other words, it was, despite the welcoming attitude of the locals, one of the few remaining slices of terra incognita left in the world.

Changing that was why Lance and Cody were headed there, all expenses paid. And with both men being single, taking the chance was as easy. They gave each other wide grins as they split up at the parking lot, driving home to pack a few things to meet up at the airport the next morning.

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The plane was a small, cramped one, stuffed as full of fuel as it could possibly carry - it needed to make it back and forth on a single tank, after all - and thus very little space for extra weight beyond the passengers and small suitcases. The seats weren't the most comfortable, it was noisy, and this early in the morning, it was perhaps not the nicest thing to experience.

But goddamn, we're going to Aloia, Lance thought, while silently cursing his height as he tried to slot himself into his seat, finally managing to and knowing fully well that his legs would be cramping like crazy by the time they arrived.

The noisy airplane didn't allow much opportunity to rest, and so, Cody went through what they actually did know about the island.

Due to how few tourists Aloia gets and the fact that the small island nation is almost entirely self-sufficient, it has remained a mystery even in modern times... yeah, nothing new there. The documents went on to describe the beaches and lodging. Apparently there was only one "hotel" on the island, which made sense given the lack of actual visitors. Yet, text continued, it was infamous for being one of the - by all accounts - friendliest places on earth, to the point many visitors had decided to assimilate into the local culture entirely, choosing to never return.

A little ominous, perhaps. But it did make sense that a small island nation would welcome newcomers. The question was just what was so appealing about it? There were plenty of beautiful, tropical countries in the world. Cody shrugged to himself, glancing over at Lance to see what his friend was doing.

The horse was, despite the growing ache in his knees, cursing that he hadn't take the time to, as he called it, rub one out that morning. The rattling and shaking of the plane against his ass was starting to get to him, his proud equine shaft lurching to life and slowly swelling against the crotch of his slacks. Luckily, he had a newspaper to cover it with, but with that tingling in his loins it was with some trepidation that he realized he'd probably have to duck into the nearest hotel bathroom and take care of things.

Or maybe he'd find a sexy local and introduce them to the wonders of gay sex.

Still, there was only so far time could stretch, even in utter boredom, and soon the captain announced that they'd be landing at Aloia momentarily.

"It'll be rough, gentlemen, so I'd suggest you brace," he chuckled. "We're landing on the beach and it's a short descent. Five seconds until we go nose-down."

Cody squeezed his suitcase between his legs and crossed his arms across his chest, and them scrambled to quickly stuff his papers into the suitcase, only to get caught off-guard when the plane suddenly pointed down, making his heart skip a beat.

The plane dove towards the beach, nearly hitting the treetops before sliding to a stop in the dry sand. The island didn't have a real airport, but the locals had helpfully flattened and stamped a section of the beach to function as one, at least for small airplanes. Lance held his ears, the sudden pressure change having left them ringing, but at least the surprise rollercoaster ride had done wonders to get rid of his unwanted erection.

When they disembarked, they were met with a gust of hot air, both men immediately realizing that they were horribly overdressed. Luckily, they'd brought swimwear. It was only a matter of finding a suitable location to change.

"I'll be back to pick you up in, what was it, a week? Yeah," the pilot remarked, already planning for how he'd take off. He seemed to be in a terrible hurry, Cody thought, as if he didn't want to stay on the island for any longer than necessary. "Oh, the locals are expecting you, probably. Just follow the signs to the hotel, yeah? Or use those satellite phones. You'll figure it out."

And with that, they were left standing on the beach, to gather their bearings and then make their way to the hotel. Lance shrugged, taking off his shirt. The horse was already coated with a thin film of sweat. The fox couldn't deny that he was certainly handsome, muscular as appropriate for a big horse like him, but not excessively so. Cody, being more modest, kept his clothes on for now, despite already panting in the hot, humid climate.

It wasn't long before they figured just how different the isolated little island was, though, as they followed the signs towards their temporary home. Aloia was lush and green, the paths mostly dirt with the occasional cobblestone, especially as they got closer to the only real village in the country. They'd seen lushness before, though; what they hadn't seen were the inhabitants.

The very first one they came across was preoccupied with another on a rough-hewn bench, both of them naked and shamelessly grinding against each other, one sitting in the other's lap and rocking his hips back and forth, breathlessly moaning and whimpering. Cody blushed, averting his eyes when he registered what was actually happening. Lance did, too, though he felt blood surge to his cock from the brief glimpse at the two spotty cats and their lustful gay mating. It was an immensely erotic sight, and the horse adjusted his pants to not show off his growing bulge quite as much. As much as he enjoyed it, he wasn't much of an exhibitionist, having grown up in a relatively modest, conservative home.

Before they could pass the couple, the "top" gave a satisfied growl and thrust deeply into the other cat, and Lance found his eyes drawn to the lewd display again, the base of the feline's cock throbbing heavily as he seeded his partner. And as he did, his eyes snapped open.

"O-oh, you're the- nnh, visitors!" he rumbled, even as his body trembled in orgasm, muscles twitching and flexing as he ground his cock deep into the submissive, whimpering cat on his lap.

Realizing how uncomfortable Cody was probably feeling, Lance took a deep breath - feeling that tingling in his loins grow and grow - and spoke up.

"Yeah, that's us. Don't let us, uh, interrupt you though. We're just headed to the hotel," he replied, watching as the throbbing ceased. And again, before he could turn away, the bottom slowly raised his ass off that still oozing maleness, and if Lance's cock had been threatening to swell before, it made true on that threat when he saw the load of thick, feline seed gush out of his thoroughly bred tailhole.

"Oh, I was going to suggest you clean him up, but if you're busy, we'll see you around," the spotty cat - Lance thought he might've been a cheetah - grinned.

His mouth watered at the thought of slurping the smaller cat clean, but he had standards. He was a professional. He had a job to do! That, and even though he was no stranger to casual sex, he wasn't enough of a slut to bury his snout between some stranger's cheeks and lick up some _other_stranger's still warm cum out of him.

Though he knew what he'd he rubbing one out to that night.

They moved on, finally reaching the hotel. It was a rather picturesque little inn, rather than what they'd expect a hotel to look like, with none of the fanciful signposting or services that a more commonly visited place might have. All they got was a wooden building with a simple sign declaring it to be a hotel, with an otter working on the garden.

As he heard footsteps approaching, he stood up, stark naked but for the dirt from the little garden clinging to his fur. Cody was starting to see a rather unpleasant pattern. Lance saw a pattern as well, though to him the island looked more and more like a paradise every day. He still didn't plan to walk around naked to couple with strangers in public, but at least he'd have plenty of eyecandy while doing his job.

"Hello there!" the mustelid called out with a brief wave that almost, but not quite, looked like the kind of wave you'd expect anywhere else. "Welcome, welcome!"

"Thank you," Cody replied. "Do you have rooms for us, or do we need to-"

"Yes yes, the room is ready," the otter chirped, cheerfully. "Your company called ahead so it's all prepared. Are you boys hungry?" he grinned.

Cody didn't manage to ask about the ominous singular "room" rather than "rooms", but as long as they had two beds, he figured, he didn't mind sharing one with his friend.

"I could do with a bite to eat," Lance answered. "Oh, I'm Lance, and this-" he motioned towards the fox, "-is Cody."

"Lovely to meet two such handsome gentlemen," the otter answered. "I'm Waio, and this, well, this is my home. And that of any visitors we get!" the squeaked. As he got more and more excited, as one would expect from otters, his unfamiliar dialect became more and more apparent. "I'll prepare dinner for soon then? I already have it cooking." he asked.

"Sure, sounds good. We'd like to put our stuff away," Lance replied. He noticed that the otter was switching between staring at his bare chest and the unmistakable bulge in his trousers, barely even trying to hide it. At least Cody hadn't noticed it yet.

"Yes yes, go right ahead. In, and to the left. Only one room there!" the otter replied. "Make yourselves at home. I'll get some fresh spices for food!"

With that, he returned to his gardening for the time being, tending to a variety of exotic and vividly colored plants; lilies and orchids, it seemed. Very fragrant ones. Lance felt his nostrils flare as they passed, the floral aroma rather pleasant, even tantalizing. Sensual. He'd have to take a better sniff later.

He excused himself immediately after dropping his luggage off, found the bathroom, dropped his pants and immediately began to stroke his swollen cock, pumping his hand down that engorged length with a purpose. He clamped his other hand over his snout to keep himself quiet, not wanting anyone to hear him whinny or snort in the throes of orgasm. God, he couldn't get the imagine of that cat's cum-stuffed, stretched ass out of his mind. Lance almost wished he would have just knelt down and buried his muzzle between those cute, round cheeks, but he wasn't that slutty, was he?

He could feel his heavy balls tightening and drawing up closer to his body. This was maintenance masturbation, something to ease the pressure, but god, it felt good. His legs trembled as his climax began to build. In his mind's eye he was slurping the cat clean while the otter was riding his cock, only for the other feline to take his place, and-

Splurt. He came, gritting his teeth to muffle a throaty moan. He felt his cock buck and pulse against his clenched fingers as rope after rope of pearly, thick horse-seed erupted from his balls and into the toilet. Twitch, twitch, twitch. It felt like gallons of pent-up cum pumping from his balls, and even when it ebbed he didn't feel satisfied despite panting, his body abuzz with afterglow. This island job might prove to be more difficult than he thought, he realized, especially if all the inhabitants were as uninhibited, and as sexy, as those they'd met so far.

Though he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Cody, the poor straight thing. Ah well. Maybe it'll make him more comfortable with male sexuality.

Lance cleaned himself up and waited a few more minutes for his shaft to wilt and retreat back into his sheath. There, nice and tidy, and his thoughts felt at least a little less preoccupied with bending the next boy he saw over and rutting him senseless.

By the time he left the bathroom, Cody had already left all their luggage in the bedroom as well as changed into something a little more appropriate; short trunks and a t-shirt. He was a rather handsome fox too, his fur a brilliant orange and his body slender but toned, and if he wasn't so opposed to it, the horse knew he'd be under that bushy tail pretty frequently. Wait, why was he thinking about Cody like this? He knew he wasn't into it.

"There's only one bed," the fox sighed. "I asked the otter. There aren't any others," he continued. "So I guess we'll just have to live with that. I hope you don't snore too much."

It wasn't too long before the dinner was ready, and after all the excitement, Lance was positively ravenous. Most of the food was fish, with plenty of exotic vegetables thrown in, and all of it was flavoured with spices he'd never even tasted before, but that left him hungry for more. As he took another bite, he recognized the flavour as similar to the flowers outside, and it made his tongue tingle pleasantly as he ate. Perhaps some kind of peppers, he thought, though not the kind he'd normally put into his food. The meal seemed to suffuse him with a fuzzy sense of warmth that left him a little sweaty, just like the otter next to him.

In fact, the otter smelled wonderful. Lance realized with some trepidation that his cock was already fully hard under the table, straining against his pants again, as if he were a teenager again, getting aroused at the smallest things. It still wasn't even remotely an appropriate time for that...

He excused himself once he and Cody had finished eating, the otter grinning as he said he'd take a short walk, probably noticing his bulge again. He needed to clear his mind, either way, before he ended up fucking the otter in front of his friend. Though the fox seemed a little flushed himself, though he'd eaten far less than the horse.

At least the weather was nice, a cool breeze having picked up while they were eating, which helped him deal with the constant heat, giving the horse some room to think despite the pleasurable thrumming of his engorged shaft doing its best to distract him.

As they passed another mating couple - both of them male, again - he realized that it was a common sight. It was strange how everyone on the island seemed to be male, and gay at that. And so willing to couple in plain sight. He couldn't deny that it was an alluring sight and fantasy, though, and he found his thoughts drawn to Cody. If only the fox was gay they could totally join in and enjoy that kind of public lustiness.

Huff. This place is getting to me.

He paused for a moment. Maybe he should join that previous couple, and let Cody watch. The submissive fox would probably agree even if he didn't like it. The thought made him throb, and he felt warm precum soaking into his pants, almost trembling at how hot and irresistible the mental image was. Maybe the sight of it would be enough to get the fox turned on enough to want to taste that forbidden fruit. See how it felt to mate with another male. He'd be hooked the moment he felt that first spurt of warm, blissful cum under his tail, and Lance had always wanted to breed him.

On some level he realized those thoughts were all wrong, but he was so very turned on by the lewd atmosphere that he couldn't resist it any longer. Turning around, he walked towards where he'd seen the last couple. The top had already left, but the bottom - another spotty cat - was still there, and he grinned as he saw the horse approach, his tenting pants making his intentions all too clear.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Cody stuttered as he watched his friend undo his belt. He'd been feeling strange ever since that meal, his friend looking... handsome, almost in a sexual way, even though it wasn't something he'd ever felt before. And when his massive shaft sprung free, he blushed but couldn't look away. He couldn't possibly intend to fuck the cat, could he? He was still dripping some stranger's cum, even. There was something seriously wrong with this island, and yet, Cody couldn't tear his eyes away as his friend approached the excited gay slut on the bench.

"Ever taken a horse?" Lance rumbled, roughly grabbing the small cat by the hips, snorting with approval as the feline naturally raised his tail, strands of previous loads wetly clinging to his fur.

"No, but... don't worry, I've had a lot of practice," the cat replied, nudging his shapely rump backwards with wanton hunger. He was expecting the horse to rut him, only to yowl out with surprise when he suddenly felt his tongue lash over his creamy ass, scooping up warm, spend seed with it.

Lance slurped away at his new playmate eagerly, all thoughts of decency and modesty forgotten as he let that gooey mess ooze and gush over his tongue, the flavour of several different males exciting his tastebuds beyond belief. He swallowed hungrily, feeling the warmth slide down his throat, and that was that. He was uncontrollably aroused, he needed to cum. Needed to add his own sperm to the cat's well-used ass.

Lance stood back up, a purr resonating through the cat as he felt the fat, swollen cockhead press against his creamy, relaxed pucker. Lance throbbed, feeling that wet, inviting warmth kiss his tip, and only resisted the urge to buck his hips for a few, brief seconds before thrusting, roughly spreading the cat wide open, groaning as that sensation enveloped a good few inches of his cock. The cat moaned, and it was like sweet music to his ears, the taste of cum still lingering on his tongue as that slippery warmth engulfed him.

Cody, on the other hand, was confused, terrified, and perhaps most strangely, aroused. Seeing his best friend mate openly like that with another male, hearing the throaty groan filled his mind with bewildering lust. The horse raised his leg as he began to thrust, giving the fox a good view of where his cock was buried inside the slutty cat, and he could see - almost feel, even - every single throb.

Cody knew he wasn't gay. But his usual fantasies of curvy vixens, bouncy tits and wet pussies seemed more distant by the minute. How did taking a cock that big even feel? From how the nameless cat was whimpering and moaning, it must've felt amazing. He was even dripping, his smaller bock throbbing with each thrust, mouthwatering drops of precum pearling at the tip of his purple glans, only to drool down his shaft.

Wait, "mouthwatering"? Cody's mind was filled with images of him running his tongue over that beautiful head, scooping up that very masculine treat, and it was in that moment that he realized he was hard, too, his cock tenting the crotch of his shorts. And the cat didn't hesitate to let him know as he struggled to control himself, breathing in that musky scent of raw, primal gay sex.

"Looks like your friend is getting - ahh- excited, too," he moaned, and Lance felt him clench around the base of his shaft, as it to emphasize that statement.

Thrusting into that heavenly warmth of the cat's ass was exquisite. But what Lance really wanted was to seed his friend, to erupt deep inside his virgin ass and pump him full of seed, marking him with another man's scent and cum so thoroughly that everyone would be able to smell he was gay, just like the horse himself. Of course, after the first time cumming around a cock hammering his prostate, he probably would be, too. The thought made his thick cock throb again, adding a spurt of precum to the sloppy mess of spunk already inside the cat.

"Come a little closer, Cody," he grunted, giving another demonstrative thrust into his temporary lover.

The fox's ears folded as he obeyed the horse. His voice was far too deep and commanding to resist, and in some tingling, buzzing part of his mind, he wanted to be closer to the two anyway. The smell was heady, almost intoxicating, a thick and spicy scent of masculinity and arousal filling the air around them, and as Cody stepped closer, he felt it tickle his nostrils as he breathed heavily, trying and failing to will his erection to go down. The scent made his head feel as if it was stuffed with cotton candy, a dazed sense of woozy arousal growing as he watched them.

"Let's get you naked," Lance snorted. "No need to be ashamed, everyone is naked after all... don't be shy about your desires."

Cody blushed, fiercely so. But his hands moved regardless, his head swimming with the intensity of the situation. He shouldn't be doing this, he knew, but he was doing it regardless. Pushing his shorts down inch by inch until his straining bulge popped into view, a wet patch where his tip was nudging into his boxers, broadcasting his arousal in multiple ways. An arousal he shouldn't even be feeling. His trembling thumbs hooked into the waistband. He pulled down, and there it was, his swollen shaft springing free, the glans glistening with precum, a proud erection caused by watching two males mating, and sense of confusing shame accompanying it.

"There you, doesn't that feel better? No need to hide such a beautiful cock," the cat purred, leaving Cody squirming with confused desires. "Good boys love showing off and knowing they're desired- oooh!" he continued, before a particularly hard thrust made his eyes roll back as the horse's cock slammed against his prostate.

In some way Lance felt guilty about what he was doing. But that guilt was the slightest twinge and easily soothed over by the warmth eagerly clutching at his swollen maleness as he enjoyed the well-trained cocksleeve of a cat. And soon he'd sink inside his friend's virgin ass as well, breeding him for the very first time. It made his heart race, imagining that impossibly tight pucker yielding to his dominant shaft, accepting his cock inside him, ready to forever mark him as a cute, gay fox, not only with his thick, warm semen, but those sensations burned into his mind.

He could already feel that pressure building in his loins, that overwhelming sweet agony that'd leave his seed inside the cat, to join that of countless other males. He felt more masculine than he had in ages, nickering and whinnying as he drove into that clutching tailhole like a stallion in a rut, preparing to fill him.

And there it was. A quiet gasp escaped Cody's lips as he saw his friend hilt himself inside the stranger, to the very root, and then the base of his cock twitched heavily. He felt light-headed watching it, and yet he couldn't stop. Couldn't stop imagining what the cat must've felt like, knowing that the horse - another man like himself - was cumming inside him. In a strange kind of erotic empathy, Cody felt his own pucker itching, tingling, as if yearning to experience the same.

But he wasn't gay.

"Get on the bench," Lance ordered. "Raise your -mmnh- tail, too. Don't worry, you'll love every second of it," the horse grunted. His commanding tone was only interrupted by small grunts as the cat stroked himself to a shuddering, needily moaning climax, his clenching tailhole milked out the few remaining dregs of cum.

He pulled out of the feline's well-used ass with a wet plop and a gush of his spilled seed, turning his attention to the fox and leaving the stranger panting in a puddle of mixed fluids. He wasn't going soft, and he had a feeling he wouldn't for a while.

"I won't hurt you," he said. And he meant that. He loved his friend, and he'd get none of the roughness he had shown the nameless cat. He would, however, get a good breeding.

Cody climbed onto the bench, getting on all fours and obediently raising his tail, his entire body trembling as he did, knowing that both the horse and cat would be staring at parts of him that nobody but his parents had ever had the privilege of seeing. Much less any other males.

Lance was doing exactly that, his eyes feasting on his friend's pink, virgin pucker, so beautifully nestled between his soft cheeks. It was a wonder he hadn't take any cocks before, because with how he looked, it was like he was made for it. The horse couldn't resist such an offer, and soon his hands were groping his friend's ass, spreading him open and leaning in for a closer look. He caressed those perfect, pert cheeks, almost worshipping them with his rough hands, feeling that erotic softness and warmth, loving the way it made the fox quiver.

"Just relax," the horse murmured, his snout so close to Cody's bared hole that he could feel the warm breath wash against that increasingly tingly, needy patch of bare flesh.

He stuck his tongue out, letting it gently brush over his best friend's quivering pucker, feeling the wrinkly skin twitch. And then, with his appetite whetted, he pressed his muzzle right against his ass and went for it, lapping and licking and caressing that beautiful male opening to the equally beautiful melody of the fox's sudden moans. Both his scent and taste were increasingly musky, just like the horse's own, and he just couldn't get enough, jabbing his slick tongue against the wantonly winking hole until it yielded just enough for him to barely slip inside, properly eating the squirming, clenching vulpine out.

Cody's claws were leaving gouges on the bench as he rode those sensations, his mind aflame with those strange lusts. If it felt this good to have your ass licked and teased into spreading open, why on earth wasn't everyone gay? He was already leaking, a clear strand of precious precum connecting his cockslit to the bench underneath. he could hear the cat purring at the sight as he moved underneath to steal a very brief lick across that sensitive spot, nearly making the fox cum right then and there.

And then, suddenly, that heavenly tongue retracted, leaving him clenching and twitching with need, the tingling in his ass unbearable, needing to be soothed and fanned to new heights of pleasure. Gods, he was so close. He thrust his ass backwards, hoping to grind against the horse's snout for just long enough to cum, but he met only empty air.

"Looks like your friend has something else in mind. Go on, be a good fox..." the cat murmured, already pawing at his returning erection as he watched the fox squirm with lust.

Standing up, Cody gasped as he saw Lance sitting on the bench, his erection proudly jutting up, still messy with cum, and throbbing with eagerness. But he was restraining himself, not doing anything but flashing a cocky grin to the fox. It was obvious what he wanted him to do, but Cody hesitated. There'd be no going back if he sat on that huge cock, letting it sink inside him. He'd not be pulling off before he was full of cum, and would he be able to resist letting it happen again and again once he'd been properly bred?

Seeing that his friend needed some extra encouragement, Lance thrust his hips up suggestively, fresh precum oozing down along his shaft. "Just give in, you'll enjoy it. Don't fight those natural urges," he continued, teasing the fox.

He was right. Cody knew it. He felt empty, desperate for something that no girl could give him, especially after all that licking. Clumsily, dazed with both the heavy male musk hanging in the air and pure, carnal lust, he moved over, straddling his friend's lap. His fur brushed up against the horse's, sending shivers down his spine, and he could feel_the sheer _heat of his rock-hard erection against his wet, relaxed pucker. This was it, wasn't it? Maybe he was gay.

Lance placed his hands on the fox's hips and eased him downward, gently but firmly, until his swollen crown was nudging against his entrance. He groaned at the sensation, fighting back the urge to thrust. He wanted the fox to willingly join him in carnal bliss.

He didn't have to wait long. Under his rough, strong fingers, he felt his friend's muscles relax just enough for gravity to decide for him. The blunt head of Lance's cock pressed against his pucker, and the slickened, warmed up muscle yielded, embracing its new role as a hole for men to breed, just as it embraced the shaft spreading it open, tightly clutching around that firm shaft.

At first, it only felt uncomfortable, and Cody almost stopped then and there. But those newfound instincts were stronger, and inch by inch he was claimed by that cock inexorably sliding deeper into him. Then, it hit him, a sudden jolt of pleasure, an ecstatic cramp somewhere deep inside his core when the horse's cock bumped against his prostate. He moaned, a spurt of precum landing on his friend's toned stomach. A lusty weakness overcame him as he lost control, nature did what it does best, impaling himself on his friend's cock, all the way to the flexing root. For the briefest of moments, he sat there, feeling the horse pulse inside him to the beat of his heart.

He thought about saying something. But then Lance bucked his hips, bouncing the dainty fox on his cock. Another mind-shattering surge of pleasure wracked his body, and the horse watched his friend's back arching with pleasure, a lust-glazed expression of passion in his eyes.

He'd not be going back to women after this.

All that remained was actually giving him that first blissful breeding. Lance held his hips tightly, his strong arms keeping the fox upright as he began to rut. He was so tight the horse knew he'd not last long, not with that tight ring of muscle clenching around his cock, needily clinging to him each time he pulled back as if not wanting him to ever leave. And he didn't want to leave either, his friend's heated body feeling like heaven tightly clutching as his maleness. He whinnied as he began to thrust faster and faster, quickly working himself into a feverish pitch as he laid claim to his straight friend's ass. He didn't even notice others passing by, didn't pay any attention to their approving glances and comments, or even their rapidly growing, bare erections.

No, all that mattered to him was finishing this. Pumping his cum into Cody for the very first time and leaving him stretched and oozing with thick, warm seed. Leaving that part of himself inside the fox, marking him.

The fox's moans echoed in his ears, his cries in the throes of passion louder and louder.

"Come on, cum all over my cock," Lance snorted, his teeth nipping at his friend's shoulder. "Be a good, gay boy and show me how much you love this. You're- rrgh- being bred like a bitch in heat and moaning like a slut," he grunted. There was a certain dominance to it, reminding the fox of just what was happening. Not that he needed any reminders. From the way he was stiffly trembling, from the way he was breathlessly moaning, he was rather enjoying being gay. Lance would just have to fuck out the last few memories of women out of his dazed mind.

He pulled Cody's head against his sweaty chest, making sure he'd have that masculine scent filling his nostrils when he spilled his seed. The fox inhaled, almost greedily, of that strange musk that'd driven him to this point. It was too much for him. Suddenly, Lance felt his friend clench hard around him in quick series of milking, squeezing throbs, and then he felt warm wetness splash onto his chest and belly.

"Good boy," he rumbled. And he wasn't far behind. Lance gave into that growing pressure in his balls and thrust as deep as he could into his friend's orgasming body. Squelch. He could almost hear the cum erupting from his balls and surging up his shaft, only to erupt from his tip and into his friend in heavy, pearly ropes of utterly masculine release. _Spurt._Cody's eyes closed as he realized what was happening, the heady afterglow leaving him limp and blissful. His friend was cumming inside him. It felt wonderful, it felt right, and he weakly gyrated his hips against the horse's lap, helping him deposit every drop of cum where it belonged. Where his body desperately needed it.

"Theeere you go," the cat purred, watching them. He'd cum several times while watching the fox's transformation from straight to a needy slut, but already he was feeling he wanted another turn riding the horse. "Doesn't that feel great? Letting another male cum inside you."

Once both were utterly spent, they collapsed, panting and sweaty, and the spotty cat snuggled up close to them as well, eager for another go.

They'd struggle to get any actual work done on their strange vacation, but it was all worth it, especially to Lance. He'd be sure to keep the fox full of his cum throughout the stay. Maybe help him take some other cocks as well. Just to make sure he didn't have any second thoughts, he told himself, even as his cock began to stir again.