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"I cannot believe you kept this. It's disgusting ya know!" The orange fox was furious. The fiery fur moved with his extravagant hand motions. Gesturing at the black wall in front of him. On it were eleven large condoms. Each full and sagging with white fluid. Near the bulbous tip of each was a date, a name and a picture taped on it. The tall brown horse was standing next to the fox while he spoke, no, yelled at the horse for his apartment. It was moving day. Todd and Jared unexpectedly grew into a model couple over the last few years. Today was the day they were to pack up the horse's house and move it into their new home. Jared, the tall muscular horse, was reluctant to show his boyfriend his "trophy wall". The wall with eleven hanging condoms. The ends are tight and each supported by a large metal hook coming out of the wall. "Seriously Jared... what the fuck. You just can't do this anymore." The fox said as he watched the horse move to one of the middle condoms. It was full of thick white cum, a small bit of clothing and a pair of glasses long ago sank to the bottom of the jizz. Stroking the soft silicone with the backside of his paw. The fox moved to stand next to him. He bent over slightly to look at the writing on the bulbous reservoir, next to the photo of a raccoon. He was smiling at the camera, horsecock between his lips and under a table. "So.. who was he?" The fox lifted the picture off the condom, the tape was old but still held to it. He flipped it in his paw, then stuck it back next to the writing. The horse didn't look down at the writing when he spoke. "Todd Wilhelm, we met when I was in Germany on vacation. I had to pay a friend to ship the condom to me," an invisible smile curved the corner of his mouth as he remembered the time.

Jared was 23, just finished college with a bachelor's in biology. When he found out that the grad school deadline had passed and he was unable to apply for another year, he decided to take a trip. Some place stupid and far, where Jared would be just an invisible foreigner. Booking the flight with the last of his student funding he left for one month to the country not really planning anything on what he was going to do once he got there. So, he did what any other hot foreigner did, he let himself get talked into bedrooms. He was ridden and sucked off for rooms and food. He was a horse, an exotic treasure among the crowds. Where he clopped everyone watched. Two weeks into his traveling Jared was getting used to the idea of being a drifter. The week was particularly hard on him. He just got done fucking some old man, he gave him $2,000 after. It was enough for him to survive and buy a ticket home. So, he did what he always did after a few hard days in a row. The horse pushed open the door to some bar. It had a German name and he barely understood the few words the locals taught him. It was a seedy joint not unlike the usual bars the horse tended to find himself. He always thought they looked the same on the inside. As if, no matter where he was in the world a small door on a brick wall took him to this same bar. Dark wood floor, the bar on the left with a row of stools lazy placed under them. The other side was small booths, each separated by a curtain that hung from the ceiling. Taking a note as only half of the curtains are open, giving the occupants some small bit of privacy. It was in the early hours of the evening, the sunset blocked by the painted black walls and red rope lighting. Jared stepped over a stool and took a seat on it. A large cat, his fur was spotted black on a white background. "Was willst du?" said the cat. "Es tut mir leid, mein Deutsch ist schlecht. Sprichst du Englisch?" Jared said, the one most useful phrase he knew in german. Luckily a majority of these people understood enough English to compensate for his horrible german. "I said, what do you want? Ya know, for drink." The hard German accent ended with the sharp "t" sound. Jared always liked it. "Beer, whatever you like." Jared didn't know what was at the bar or all the signs were in a language he did not speak. The cat grabbed a bottle, and had it set on the counter in a manner of seconds. It was ice cold, opened, and gently gurgling. "5," the cat said. Making some weird motion with his hand. Almost like counting, but clicking his nails against themselves. Fishing out his wallet, Jared placed the 5 euro down on the counter, grabbed his beer and walked to a booth. He sat down on the edge of the rounded booth. The purple cushion is slightly stained. Jared knew the best way to attract a fuck for the night was to show off what he had for the locals. Spreading his legs, he casted his rod into the water. The tight jeans hugged his thighs, showing off every muscle. The large outlines of his balls and cock on clear display. The horsecocks's flat head is already slightly out of its sheath. Then, he enjoyed his beer while he waited. Five minutes later, a raccoon walks away from the bar holding two drinks. A beer in one and a martini in the other. He was average looking, a bit chubby around the waist. The already dark outlines around his eyes broken by the large white glasses he wore. "I hope you don't mind company. I brought you a drink." he said, the grey fur on his face turning a lighter color. Jared looked him up and down. He'd do. The horse would claim his tight throat, then make him cum. Like he did to so many others. He nodded and the Raccoon sat down on the opposite side. "I'm Jared," he said. Lifting his right leg and setting it next to where the Raccoon sat. Placing his other leg on the other side. He wanted the raccoon to know his place right away. It was between his legs. As the raccoon sat down in the booth, Jared reached up and pulled at the curtain closing his side half way. Motioning his head for the Raccoon to do the same. "I'm Todd," he said as he closed his side, plunging the two into the dim red light casted down from the dusty overhead light fixture. Todd seemed to immediately get comfortable between his legs. Gently stroking the horse's ankle idly as he sipped his martini. "So, Todd. I'm a bit worked up, I reckon we can go for round one then go for round two in a few more rounds." Jared said, smirking at the other fur. Todd blushed, and took another sip of his drink. He squeezed the horse's ankle and continued to rub it. The sip slowly turning into a chug, as he downed his entire Martini in just a few gulps. He bet the racoon needed the liquid courage. Setting the empty stem glassware on the table, he slipped under it. Jared did not take his legs off the makeshift leg rest. Taking the new brown bottle of beer up to his lips he left the furry muzzle of the Raccoon moving up his legs to his crotch. The sensation of small hands fumbling with the button and zipper of the horse's jeans. The fingers reaching inside, Jared never wore underwear, the hardening cock was fished out of the jeans. Even soft Todd couldn't get his fingers around the base. Todd moved his head closer in between the powerful thighs, only part of his muzzle visible to the horse. He spread his legs a bit more, and pushed down. His tip accidently pushed into the Raccoon's cheek giving him a sloppy damp kiss. Jared finished his beers while the Coon was slowly bringing him to full hardness. He liked letting the boy's nervous hands slowly stroking his cock. The long length being worshipped by his hands. Occasional kisses along the shaft, a nervous lick across the tip, the soft gurgling of his balls. Wanting the raccoon to begin sucking him he grabbed the base of his shaft and pushed up to the tip. A large dollop of pre-cum being pushed out. "Well... it's now or never." Jared said, his long cock in his hand pointing at the lips of the Raccoon. Todd gulped, leaned forward, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The wet flesh took a long lick across his blunt cockhead, taking the pre cum with it. He moaned softly from under the table. When he came back for a second lick, the horse moved his paw to the side of his muzzle coaxing him farther down the length. Removing his hand only when he engulfed the head and began gently sucking on the dark flesh. Picking up his phone off the table, he pointed it at the distracted Raccoon. "Smile." he said, and he did. Grabbing a picture of a practically grinning raccoon with his mouth around a long cock. "There we go nice and pretty." By the time he was done speaking the picture was already uploaded to his social media. Proclaiming that his male would be nothing but a bag of horse cum within the hour. The Raccoon was clearly new to sucking off someone of his anatomy and size. Struggling to open his throat enough to take the thick head inside and not as quick enough to bring the horse to orgasm otherwise. He would bob his head on the few inches he could stuff into his muzzle and eagerly drink the pre given. He let the guy enough himself as he struggled to take him any deeper than that for a bit. The soft and wet mouth working wonderings on his cock. Being eagerly given a healthy dose of horse pre cum every so often while Jared was responding to comments about how lucky he was to be sucking the horse or talking about how much cum he was going to be made into. Setting his phone down, it lightly buzzed against the stained wood, another like on the fate of this male. Sticking a hand on the forehead of the Raccoon he stroked his muzzle gently. Giving him long pets across the face, feeling the thick fur in his paws. Lacing his fingers around the top of his head, a handful of thick black fur, he held on to his head for a second. Bringing him down enough so his thick head butted up against the tight throat entrance. "We're not going to stop until your little nose is here." Jared said, his other paw stroking his thick nest of public fur. It was only a foot away from where the Raccoon was. He felt his throat gulp next to his head. Slowly he pushed him down. At first the tight throat resisted, the raccoon closed his eyes as a light "Pop" signaled his flared head was inside the throat passage. He pushed more and the raccoon slid down, his sensitive medial ring being engulfed. Then all the way down until his black wet nose hit his pubic fur. He felt the fur move as he tried to breathe through his nose, taking in the horse's distinct masculine scent. He let go of the males head, and leaned back. Pulling out until just the head was in his throat again, the horse's leg slowly curled around his back. Forcing him to arch his back against the side of the bench the horse was seated on. "Do not take my cock out of your throat until you have drunk my cum." He said, staring down at the raccoon. The uncomfortable position forced a minimum amount of horsecock into his throat. Nearly up to the medial ring he bobbed in his lap. Not so much swallowing his pre anymore. He was being fed the horsecock. The horse's large nuts gurgled with increased volume as they prepared to shoot their contents. He assumed the raccoon didn't know about the horsecock's distinctive flare when they orgasmed and he wanted to humiliate the male just a little bit before stuffing him away. He set his hooves down next to the raccoon. Placing the center of his hand up above the raccoon's muzzle covering both of his eyes. Jared pushed the coon off his cock until only his head remained in his throat. The sensation of that last ring clenching on his head sent him over the edge. The thick blunt head expanded inside his throat. Sealing it with his flesh he shot load after load down the raccoons throat. He tried to move but couldn't, the horse's hand was holding onto his skull and the thick cock head was making it impossible to remove. He was forced to accept the spunk. Grabbing his cock with his free hand, he yanked at his cock head and pulled it free from the sputtering throat. Giving the raccoon's clothes one last blast of horsecum. Still holding onto his head he brought the gasping males nose to his cock slit and pushed it inside. As prey does he starts to struggle. But, the horse's vice gripping legs came around his arms again. The forced movement of his spine pushing his entire head into the horse's cock. Clenching, the nearly silent screams were soundless under the background music. Grabbing his beer and phone he snapped a few more pictures, a small video and finished his drink. The cockhead expanding effortlessly around his chest, his musky pre dripping onto his clothes and forming a small pool on the floor. The gurgling of his balls grew louder and louder as their meal was getting closer and closer. Keeping his prey pinned until only his lower legs remained not in his cock. Clenching again he felt groans from the form in his cock. He gently stroked the areas where the raccoon's cock would be. He was hard inside his flesh. Stroking himself and the raccoon until he saw the toes on his exposed feet clench hard and the whole form shivered. He grabbed onto the toes and pushed them in slowly. The Raccoon's head being pushed into his balls. They expanded to allow for the full figure of the male to be seen through his ball skin. When he was inside, the horse prodded and kicked at the form until it assumed a hands and knees position under the table. The horse knew his position kept the entire body of his prey under the cum line. Finally he rested his hooves on top of Todd's head and on his spine. Letting out a sigh the horse relaxed and waited for his prey to fully digest. Slowly becoming nothing but another load of thick horse cum.

"You never told me you went to Germany." The orange fox looked at the horse with a bit of interest. The horse unhooked the tied condom from the wall and brought it over to a large trash can. The liquid still has particles and bits of old clothing, and a pair of glasses inside. Setting it gently inside the bag he moved to the next one. "Yeah... I had some time in between school. Nothing too important really."