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There was something to be said for wearing lace panties out in public.

Tyler couldn't say he didn't enjoy the feeling. The cheetah found that he loved the sensation of the sheer fabric moving along with his girlish hips with each step he took through the streets of the town. He swore that everyone that looked at him knew what he was wearing under his snug shorts, though he knew there was no way they could see the fabric.

The feline carried on along the sidewalk of the town's main street, savouring the feel of each step and the tightness they exerted on the thin strip of fabric running between each of his toned cheeks and over his taint. That area alone was sensitive enough to arouse him, his mind running rampant with the fantasy that the fabric was instead the questing fingers of a male about to claim him. It reminded him of the picture he had saved on his laptop at home, the picture that a certain older canine had taken of him lying prone on a thick gym mat in an equipment shed. Of how his ass looked just moments before he was ravaged...

Tyler suppressed a shiver at the recollection and carried on through the quaint downtown core of the town. He knew his shorts wouldn't be able to completely hide his erection if he got too worked up, so he distracted himself with getting to his destination as quickly as possible without drawing any undue attention.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he had an idea already of what he would find if he pulled it out and unlocked it.

The college senior he was on his way to visit had been taunting him with selfies for hours.

He was with his parents in a town far away from home visiting extended family for the summer, and given Tyler's overactive sex drive, the feline hadn't wasted any time in getting some time to himself to explore the local scene for the evening.

Of course that had meant getting the number for an attractive senior at the local college in the late stages of his first day.

He had a bet to collect from Scott once he got home.

Tyler turned himself down a side street, leaving the main thoroughfare and the noise of milling crowds and traffic behind as he entered a more residential area. He was still downtown, only a street over from the central core, but it was surprisingly quiet on the road he now walked, flanked by small trees and tightly packed two-storey townhouses of red brick.

The feline actually found it fairly lovely, in spite of the goal of his little walk.

He reached into his pocket, pulling his phone free and unlocking the screen to a small flood of new photos from his soon-to-be host. The cheetah scrolled through them, trying his best not to get hung up on each image of tight abs, mouth-watering 'v' shaped waists, bulging biceps, and a fat sheath poking through loose boxers, in order to confirm the address to which he had been called to.

He was already there.

It was a red-brick townhouse like any of the others. A national flag hung vertically over the tall window to the left of the front door, and over the other was the flag of the local college, though Tyler couldn't recall what its name was as he reached out to knock.

The sound of clopping hooves reached Tyler's ears almost instantly, and he felt a chill run down his spine while his tail lashed behind him in anticipation.

The door of the townhouse was pulled inward by a shirtless brown horse, standing easily a foot over Tyler himself. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, Tyler surmising that the only thing that could have been keeping them from falling down completely was the equine's fat sheath acting as a hook for the fabric to catch on.

"Finally got the real thing to look at, eh?" The horse chuckled, holding the door open for the younger blushing feline.

"Pictures only do so much." Tyler chuckled, already reaching full mast as the door closed behind him and the various smells of a college student house filled his nose.

"You got that right, kid," The horse stepped up behind Tyler, a hand worming its way under the back of the cheetah's shorts to take a _very_firm grip on one of his cheeks. "Much better than pictures."

Tyler took the molesting touch happily, finally getting the lewd action that he had been craving for the past week.

Normally, Scott or Ash were more than enough to keep him at least moderately sated, but the two had left for their own separate summer vacations, and his neighbour?

Damn that wolf...

Just thinking about the older wolf flipped Tyler's switch and fired up his sex drive.

The feline pressed back against the horse's groping hand, letting a small mewl escape as the equine's other hand slipped over his hip and up under his shirt to grip his slender chest.

"Hungry for it, huh?" The older college student chuckled, happily groping and feeling up every inch of the cat before him. "Didn't think my pics would make you _this_thirsty."

"Just..." Tyler didn't want to ruin the horse's mood by admitting to him that it was one of his high school coaches that had him so worked up. "Just take me to your room..."

*

It was nothing spectacular, his host's room.

A bed on a solid frame with built in drawers, some discarded clothes strewn about the carpeted floor, an open gym bag sitting just outside the small closet along the wall opposite the bed, and the acrid tang of sweat teased the edge of the senses.

"Ready to choke on my cock?" The horse gave Tyler a firm push into the room by clapping him firmly on his rump.

"Think I can't handle it?" Tyler felt bold, setting the stage with his bravado to emphasize the mewling wreck he was likely to be turned into later on.

"Braver than most, ain't ya?" Stepping forward, the horse drove Tyler back until his legs bumped into the bed behind him. The cat slumped down onto it, not once letting his gaze break from the older male's deep brown eyes, even as the horse pulled the waistband of his sweatpants out and down, freeing his entire package.

"Bitches wind up begging me to slow down or stop," The equine bragged, irking Tyler. "They got more experience than you, kid."

Now it was less a matter of lust and more about pride.

Tyler's eyes shifted down, his face betraying none of the awe he held for the slightly flared mushroom head of horse cock beginning to slip from its plump sheath.

His equine friend Ash was big, but he was still growing. _This_was the cock of an adult, or at least, an older horse than his friend, and was already more imposing as inch after inch began dropping from its sheath.

Tyler leaned forward, taking the musky length into his muzzle and pressing his nose into the sheath as it continued to feed him the equine's cock. He wanted to show his host what he was capable of, and he knew it would be easiest to achieve the task by getting ahead of the curve.

"Eager little slut," A hand came down to stroke Tyler's headfur. "Hope you aren't in over your head."

The horse let Tyler work at his own pace, something that none of his other partners apart from Ash ever let him do. Rather than bobbing his head, the feline simply sat there, muzzle pressed deep into the hot folds of the horse's sheath, eagerly working his growing cock with his skilled tongue first, then his throat as the length reached deeper.

Slow breaths entered and exited through Tyler's nose, tickling the horse's sheath and drowning the feline in his scent. The end of his muzzle was withdrawing from that warm entrance, much to his dismay. The shaft occupying his mouth and throat was still growing, and it had reached the point where it was pushing him away.

Tyler swallowed.

The action let him take in another two inches of throbbing horse cock, getting his twitching nose that much closer to the base of his host's sheath where he desperately wanted it.

"Shit kid," The horse gripped Tyler's hair, but let go just as quick to stretch his arms up, linking his hands together behind his head. "You're not bad at this."

"Damn right I'm not." Tyler thought as he pulled his swallowing stunt again.

As his throat convulsed around the horse's pulsing shaft, he imagined his Coach standing by watching him, challenging the feline to choke down every available inch with his gaze alone.

If he could take that canine's cock, he could take this.

Tyler shifted uncomfortably as the horse before him flexed his cock, forcing the feline's throat temporarily wider, especially around the flaring head.

The young feline was skilled with thick. Thick he could deal with. The length of the horse before him was testing his limits however, but still he kept himself steady, waiting for the shaft to stop flexing before he slowly pulled his muzzle back.

To the arrogant equine's credit, he left Tyler to his work of bobbing back and forth slowly. He could feel the flaring head of his host slipping along his throat, out, then in, then out once more. Minutes passed as Tyler savoured each inch of the equine cock he took into his muzzle, drenching it in his saliva and smearing it everywhere he could with his dexterous tongue whenever the weight of the shaft didn't have it pinned to the bottom of his mouth.

"Fuck, man," The horse grunted, his muscles tensing and twitching under the younger furs ministrations. "Hope your ass is ready for this. Get up."

While Tyler was loathe to surrender the cock in his muzzle, the idea of it spearing under his tail was more than exciting enough for him to consider it worth while.

He pulled back slowly, normal, unimpeded breath returning to him and making him feel somewhat awkward after having grown used to his airway being mostly blocked. The feline stood, licking his lips and rubbing his throat while the horse climbed onto the bed, laying on his back and holding his cock straight up with a hand. Tyler busied himself by pushing his shorts down over his waspish hips to pool at his feet, leaving his lithe body exposed aside from the tight black panties keeping him modest.

"Your ass as good as your muzzle?" The horse asked, swinging his cock back and forth teasingly while his eyes devoured the younger male standing before him. The cheetah wore the black panties better than most of the chicks he had bedded before, and the sight of his curves, even those of his own male package, made his dick throb all the more.

"Get it ready and I'll show you." Tyler replied, climbing onto the bed before the horse could say anything else.

The nimble feline swung a leg over his host's chest, facing down to the pillar of glistening meat jutting proudly from between the equine's legs. He dropped his muzzle down to once more engulf the horse's cock, happily getting back to what he enjoyed most.

Two hands gripped Tyler's plush cheeks soon after, squeezing them, pulling them apart before pressing them back together again. The horse couldn't help but admire the sight of the slip of thin black fabric slipping down between the two toned mounds of flesh to cover only the most intimate spot underneath. He grunted as the cheetah once more began choking around his dick, still taken somewhat aback at the idea the younger fur could even manage it in the first place.

The horse knew he was big. He _knew_he was more than most could handle, but now he had a seventeen year-old going down on him like it was more natural to him than breathing.

He couldn't help but feel a little bruise form on his ego.

With his left hand, the horse pulled aside the fabric of his guests panties, exposing his winking hole before pressing his muzzle to it. The kid was good, but the horse was better, and he was about to prove it.

Tyler lost his focus at the worst moment.

His nose was pressed down against his hosts large sack as he swallowed around his fat shaft, and the instant the equine's tongue breached his tail hole, he seized up.

His throat convulsed around the cock at the sudden entry, and the breath he had been saving in his lungs blew out through his nose. Quickly, Tyler pulled back until just the flaring head of the horse was left in his muzzle, ignoring the flood of precum and saliva rushing out from between his lips as he started taking in fresh breaths.

The horse's tongue was broad and packed enough of a punch on its first entry that Tyler winced. The feline wasn't about to be done in by a tongue, however, and he pushed the discomfort away in order to force himself back down the drooling stalk of his host.

Both males pushed themselves harder in attempts to drive the other over the edge, but neither were giving in even as the room filled with their loud slurps and sucks. Whether he had gotten tired of their game, or if Tyler had eventually started winning, the horse pulled his muzzle back and rolled the feline off of him onto the bed.

In surprise, Tyler pulled off of the equine's cock, lying on his side facing the horse as he stood up from the bed and turned. The fact that the older male was panting made the feline grin even as a small drop of precum and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth to the sheets below.

"On all fours," The equine said, stroking his length with one hand while the other groped his sack. "Now."

Tyler moved to comply with the order, but he didn't move with any true sense of speed. He knew he was taunting the horse, unable to decide if such a move was smart or not when it came to dealing with a college senior and his aggressive libido. The feline found though that he didn't much care one way or another, an attitude and lust for rough play he attributed to his interaction with the coach at his school.

The horse was on the bed and gripping the young feline's hips before he could even get himself settled on his hands and knees.

"A little worked up?" Tyler teased, his tail smacking against then lightly wrapping around the waist of the horse behind him.

"Shut the fuck up, kid," The older male slapped Tyler's ass, making him squeak pathetically just before he pulled his panties down just far enough to expose his hole and began pressing the flaring head of his cock against it. "Pocket pussies don't talk."

Any retort Tyler could have thought up was dashed as that broad head popped past his tight ring, sending a tingling wave of pain through his body in spite of the preparation he had been given. There was a momentary pause, almost enough time for the younger feline to collect his thoughts to goad his host further, but at that moment the horse gave a hard forward thrust, spearing half of his length into the feline's ass.

Tyler was rendered utterly speechless again, groaning and writhing as more and more of the thick horse cock was fed under his tail. The medial ring popped in, and the cheetah was barely able to accept that there was still so much more to take.

"Ain't got anything to say, cat?" The older horse hunched over Tyler's shoulder, grinding more and more of his cock into the smaller male underneath him. "Didn't fucking think so."

He jabbed his hips forward, battering the feline open as he neared the thickest part of his cock near its base. The horse grunted, adoring the hot tight confines of the feline beneath him alongside the delicious knowledge that he had finally put the high school senior in his place. The horse knew the kid wouldn't be able to handle him, but of course, they hadn't even reached the main course...

The bed creaked and groaned with each solid thrust the equine forced into Tyler. The room was now filling with slow claps each time the horse bottomed out in the smaller male, like a lewd metronome. His hands were locked onto the feline's shoulders, pulling him back against each forward grind to ensure every inch made it into his ass.

Tyler could only manage weak grunts, barely even able to enjoy the feeling of his hosts large balls slapping into his thighs. The wind was constantly driven from his lungs, his shoulders were starting to ache, and the rest of his body throbbed as he was impaled on the massive cock again and again.

Behind him, the horse was gradually increasing his pace, louder and louder huffs filling Tyler's ears that told the feline that the brutal ride could be reaching its end sooner rather than later. His ears twitched at each exhalation from the horse behind him, and while part of him wanted the college senior to continue fucking him, another part, much quieter, wanted at least a small break.

Of course, given what he knew of the horse up to that point, he'd have been loathe to ask for such a thing for fear of letting the arrogant equine win.

Fingers slid through Tyler's hair, taking a firm grip and forcing his head down into the pillow beneath him. The cheetah's entire upper half collapsed onto the bed, leaving his backside perfectly elevated for the breeding he was being given, but just as the horse's pounding was reaching a crescendo, he stopped and pulled his cock free.

The fucking he had been receiving had left Tyler's mind a jumbled mess, especially as he fought to breathe properly with a face full of pillow. He could feel his tail hole try to close fully, but the horse was so thick he had left the muscle gaped and dripping with copious amounts of pre.

Behind him, Tyler noticed the weight on the bed shift, then disappear altogether, only to return a moment later. He wanted to know what was going on, but the hand pushing his head down into the pillow was unyielding, keeping him firmly in place as the equine's flare once again found his hole. Another firm push, and the cock was once again filling Tyler up, making him scream into the pillow as nearly the entire length was forced into him in one hard thrust.

It felt different. It felt thicker.

He couldn't put his finger on it. He could barely form a coherent thought. All Tyler could register was the simple _feeling_that the cock sliding back and forth within him was different.

The grip on the back of his head disappeared, and there was a pause in his hosts thrusting.

Tyler sputtered for breath as he pushed himself up onto his forearms, panting as the equine once again landed an open palm on his ass.

"On your back." The horse said.

His voice sounded similar to what he had heard earlier, but, like his cock, there was just something off.

With a bit of help from his host, Tyler rolled over onto his back without the equine's cock withdrawing so much as an inch. The feline opened his eyes, gazing up at the exact same horse he had expected to see, which only confused him more.

"Want to give up?" The horse asked, grinning smugly.

Again, something seemed off to Tyler's twitching ears, but the question had to be answered and he didn't want to admit that the horse was testing his limits.

"F-fuck no." The feline panted, squeezing down on the pillar of meat inside him.

"Good," The horse leaned down, grinding into the male beneath him to make him squirm. "Because I've got a lot of energy left in me."

From that point on, the room was filled with Tyler's yelps and gasps.

He was bouncing bodily back and forth on the cock impaling him just as roughly as the thrusting horse above him. His long slender legs were held together, both by the panties still resting snugly around his mid-thighs and a single strong arm of the horse above him. It was giving the best access for the large equine to continue pumping the younger male full with his shaft, but also helped keep the feline's entrance somewhat tighter.The wet spot forming under Tyler's backside went unnoticed, even as precum and lube continued dripping out around the thick flesh pummelling his tail hole.

Tyler's fingers squeezed around fistfuls of blanket, his entire body tensing and relaxing with the rough fucking he was trying to endure. His voice became more high pitched, more feminine, more breathless as he was ridden hard and deep, there being no more doubt that he may have bitten off more than he could chew when he decided to taunt the college student.

The cheetah felt entirely numb as his body was adjusted and readjusted every few moments, the force behind his hosts thrusts shifting his entire body along the bed until his head was just about to hang off the edge of the mattress. It was at that point, just as the horse above him squeezed his slender legs tightly against his body and bottomed out onceagain in his ass, he felt an incredible pressure within him.

His host almost roared as he climaxed, stabbing forward with his hips with each rope of cum that fired from his throbbing cock. Tyler could only scream; the pathetic sound cut off in no time as a pillow was shoved over his face, effectively muffling him.

Several long moments followed with Tyler unable to see or hear anything, he was barely even able to breathe through the pillow covering his muzzle. His world was dark, his only companion the throbbing length unloading under his tail, but even that swiftly removed itself, the flexing, flaring head catching on his ring for a moment before being unceremoniously yanked out. He was left alone, with an aching empty wetness within him and the soft sweat-dampened sheets beneath him the only things he was even vaguely aware of as he started to recover.

Tyler reached up to the pillow, about to try and pull it off of his head when his mind was once again scattered into disarray.

The horse cock returned, slamming into him with a force and fervour Tyler hadn't expected from anyone who had just had an orgasm moments before.

Loud wet squelches filled the dark room as the cheetah was finally able to pull the pillow away. He lifted his head up, wondering how the horse had been able to recover so quickly, confused as he saw the same horse grinding his cock down into his tail hole with his legs still trapped in his arm. He could feel ropes of cum squirting out from around the fat shaft plunging in and out of him, soaking his backside and the sheets beneath him while his mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

An electric tingle rushed through Tyler's body as his own neglected cock flexed, unloading several thick ropes of cum over his toned stomach and chest. The cheetah groaned and whined through his climax, unable to fully appreciate it as his host continued brutalizing his ass for several more moments before, like before, he slammed in one last time and held.

Another overbearing pressure built up inside Tyler as his host unloaded again. He was shocked as he felt another full load empty into his bowels. He knew what it was like to be filled multiple times. He knew what it was like to be filled just once by a massively productive older husky. This felt different somehow, but feeling that throbbing length grind around inside him with each gyration of his hosts hips made him decide that it didn't matter.

Tyler had gotten exactly what he needed from his visit, and if further meet ups were possible, he had to admit he'd be more than happy to rejoin the horse. Being overloaded with cum was a delicious feeling for the feline, after all.

He let his head fall back against the bed, the ache in his body returning slowly to the fore of his consciousness, making his eyelids heavy.

To the horse's surprise, the younger male passed out after several long minutes, barely even shifting as his cock softened enough to slip from his cum-drenched hole on its own. The kid had taken his best, and not only _his_best...

"Fuck," A second horse stepped up to the side of the bed, wiping his soaked cock against the side of the cheetah's muzzle. "He still alive?"

"Yeah yeah, he's fine," The first replied, sitting back on his knees and setting the feline's legs onto the bed gently. Looking down, he saw the black panties still holding his legs together, and large globs of cum escaping from under his tail and rolling over his squeezeable ass. "What a ride."

"No shit," The two horses shared a grin, each a mirror reflection of the other. "Think we should keep this up for whenever he wakes up?"

"Dunno bro," The two chuckled. "I'll sleep with him here. If you get worked up overnight, just let me know and we can switch out again. Whatever happens in the morning will happen in the morning."

"So long as we spitroast him at some point." The second horse said as he walked towards the door to the hallway beyond.

"You love watching your brother fuck too much, man," The first laughed, settling back onto the bed, resting on his elbows. "People are gonna think you're gay for your twin or something."

"Just gay for horsecock!" His brother called back from the hallway.

*

Tyler groaned as a sliver of sunlight snuck in between the blinds of an unfamiliar house and lit up a line across his closed eyes.

His ass was beyond sore, and it took several long moments for the memories of the night before to return in all of their lewd glory.

The lithe cheetah tried to move, but found that he was pinned in place by the bulk of his equine host, grunting and lightly snoring away as he lay on his stomach with the feline stuck in place halfway under his body. He would have felt annoyed had he not been a fan of the heat radiating from the equine's body and the large semi-erect horse cock lying heavily between his ass cheeks and over the small of his back.

Tyler tried his best to stretch his aching body, and even with how restricted his movements were, he felt glorious as he felt a few of his joints pop. As he flexed his toes, he noticed that over the course of the night, his panties had been pulled down and were now hanging off of one ankle, a picture forming in his mind of him as a dishevelled slut, used and abused and left to recover on his own without the strength in him to even pull up his underwear.

It sent a pleasant tingle through him and a fresh throb through his rapidly hardening shaft.

His hips made small involuntary movements, pushing his cock against the sheets beneath him as his libido kicked his system into full wakefulness. Those small movements, however, roused the beast lying half-hard across his backside. His gentle gyrations were stirring the horse atop him to follow suit, only the equine, still fast asleep as far as Tyler could tell, was far less reserved.

Mumbling incoherently in his sleep, the horse shifted his whole body, pressing Tyler even farther down onto the bed as his weight moved over him. His equine shaft was already hard and drooling precum along the cheetah's back, his powerful hips grinding his entire length on autopilot against the feline.

This was a treat Tyler rarely got.

Scott only ever wanted to get sucked or to take the cheetah under the tail, and Ash was much the same most of the time. Frotting just never seemed to work for them like it did for Tyler, but then the cheetah had to admit he was far more sexual than either of his best friends, so he had simply learned to accept it.

Now though, there was a fully erect horse pressed flush against his back, crushing him down against a bed while his hips drove his massive cock against the feline's slender frame.

Tyler gripped at the pillow under his head, his chin resting on top of his while his ears twitched with each sleepy grunt and huff emanating from the horse's muzzle resting right next to his head. The feline let out a weak groan, pressing his hips back against the grinds of his host to get rewarded with fresh spurts of precum splattering over his back.

On the one hand, some thirsty part of Tyler's mind was raring for another ride on the pillar of flesh grinding into him. His ass was still tender, still sore beyond belief from the night before and the double climax he endured from the aggressive equine. He wanted to get put in his place again, all the same.

On the other hand, Tyler was loving each hot thrust of the horse above him. The bottom inches of his cock and sheath wedged between the matted fur of his ass cheeks, his large balls pressed against his thighs, and the flaring head leaving trails of pre through the fur of his lower back with each movement. It was all just too perfect.

The horse's grinding gradually became more aggressive, more insistent. His strong arms slid under Tyler's arms, looping up under his armpits and squeezing the feline as his hips began moving faster and harder.

"F-fuck..." The horse muttered, finally roused from his slumber as he ground the poor cheetah beneath him into his bed. Whether he was truly fully conscious or if he simply thought he was having an incredibly vivid dream didn't matter to either male as they both rapidly approached climax.

Tyler unloaded into the sheets beneath him, his cock far too stimulated from rubbing against the soft sheets to allow for any other outcome. He mewled pathetically while his equine host simply groaned out long and loud above him.

The cheetah could feel fresh ropes of cum splatter along his back, immediately getting smeared into his short fur as the horse continued to grind and hump against his body.

Tyler could feel rivulets of seed run down his sides to soak into the sheets, and the thick bulb of the horse's flare glide along his back leaving more lines of cum with each pull backwards. He didn't mind being covered in cum in the least as it appealed to his sense of truly being owned and used by his partner, a superior male specimen that could leave him bedridden for a full day if he so chose.

"Fuck that was nice to wake up to." The horse panted lightly, still giving small thrusts against the smaller male as his load was smeared between them.

Tyler was revelling in the afterglow too much to be able to think up a coherent reply. The cheetah wasn't even sure why he had been put off by the horse's ego the night before. He earned the right to be as arrogant as he was, the cheetah reasoned, his lust-addled mind working against his better judgment in the hope that his total submission would earn him more fun with the horse in the future.

"Gonna take a shower," The college senior said after a long ten minute period of panting and relative silence. "Take your time, I'll leave a clean towel for you in the bathroom when I'm done."

Tyler hated the world as the horse's furnace of a body pulled away from him. His cum-soaked back, now fully exposed to the open air, made the feline feel like he was freezing as his host made his way out of the bedroom. With a groan and a wince, Tyler pushed down on the bed to lift his torso away from the mattress, his eyes heavy and his body demanding he return to the prone position.

He had to move though. The feline desperately needed water, and if he fell back to sleep, he would wake up again in an even more miserable state, perhaps even one so terrible that even a horse cock couldn't cure.

On shaking legs Tyler stood, completely oblivious to the fact that he stepped completely out of his panties and left them in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed. Reasoning that they must have been alone in the apartment since they had been so loud and hadn't been interrupted by cross roommates, Tyler felt no compulsion to cover himself up as he left the bedroom and started to make his way downstairs, a feat that took no small amount of effort.

It didn't take a great deal of effort to find the kitchen, even in the battered state Tyler was in, but as he stepped into the tiled room, he paused.

"Thought you were taking a shower." The young cheetah's voice still sounded hoarse from the night before.

"Hmm?" His host stood at the counter beside the sink, a pair of grey plaid pyjama pants keeping him somewhat modest even though his large sheath was still very much noticeable. "Shower?"

Things began to click into place for Tyler at that moment.

"I mean, I'm just surprised to see you down here," Tyler tested the waters. "Figured you would have wanted to have a shower after... you know... what you let me do."

The gears were grinding in the horse's head, clearly weighing up responses and which was the best to offer up. The cheetah must have woken up next to his twin, but if that was the case, why was he not more confused at finding him in the kitchen before the feline had even made it down the stairs?

Equations fired between his synapses for moments that felt like hours before he finally reasoned that the feline had stopped at the bathroom before coming downstairs, and that he could use that to continue the pretense that he and his twin were still just one person.

"Yeah well, coffee sort of overrides the need to be clean." He replied, turning back to the steaming pot of coffee that was nearly finished filling. "Want a cup?"

"Sure." The cheetah said, opting to lean against the door frame rather than take a seat at the table. He knew if he sat it would be absolute misery to stand back up again.

As he idly listened to the clinking of cups and spoons and the pouring of rich dark roast, Tyler surmised that he had been tricked to a degree.

Perhaps there had been a roommate in the apartment after all, and that roommate was given the option to help ravage the younger feline. It had to have been another horse judging from the cock he had been taken with, but with the switch happening along with him being rolled onto his back, he swore he saw the exact same equine that he had initially been riding.

It wasn't so dark at the time that Tyler could have been mistaken in what he saw.

A steaming mug of coffee drifted back and forth under his nose, snapping him out of his thoughts as his host held the drink out to him. The horse was smiling, surprisingly gently, going against everything Tyler had learned about him since they had started talking over the hookup app.

He took the mug, cupping it in his hands, and took in a deep breath through his nose, purring at the scent of strong coffee even as the hot air slightly burned his sore throat. Everything else was put aside as he took a sip, while his host sat down at the table and gave his lithe naked body a once over.

The equine noticed the streaks of somewhat fresh cum that had rolled down his sides during his recent frotting session, and he decided that if his twin had already taken care of his morning wood, the jig was probably up. At least, the feline was surely well on his way to figuring out that something was amiss.

"Ever been in a three-way before?" The horse asked suddenly, though he was surprised when Tyler gave no reaction. Not even a twitch from one of his ears.

"Several times," The feline admitted. He couldn't convey his pride at that given how haggard he still felt, but the caffeine was doing wonders in getting his system started up again. "Never with two horses though."

"So, last night," His host narrowed his eyes at the cheetah's last statement. "Wasn't too much for you?"

Tyler looked at the horse directly, the ghost of a smug smile tugging at the corners of his muzzle.

"So it took two of you to wear me down." He didn't accuse, he didn't ask; he simply stated it nonchalantly.

The horse chuckled.

"Damn," He said, shaking his head and sitting back in the dining chair. "My brother struck gold with you."

_That_got Tyler's attention.

"B-brother?" He asked, eyes widening.

"_Twin_brother." A voice called out from the hallway behind him just before the other horse, the one that had contacted Tyler in the first place, strolled into the kitchen with nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist.

Twins.

It finally clicked into place in Tyler's mind, and his brain nearly shattered as it did.

"T-that's why..." It took all of the cheetah's willpower to keep a firm hold on the coffee mug in his hands.

"That's why," The towelled horse said with a grin as he made his way to the counter to pour himself his own coffee. "When we rolled you onto your back, you didn't see anything different."

Tyler was still speechless.

"My brother here, Michael by the way, got this message from a really thirsty looking cheetah," The horse sitting at the table explained with a smile. "And we figured it'd be a fun little romp to see how much you could handle."

The left leg of the horse's pyjama pants was growing tighter, a clear outline of his cock easily discernible amidst the greys and blacks of the plaid pattern.

"And Keegan here," Michael continued, gesturing to his seated brother with his mug as he leaned back against the counter. "Just can't say no to a good ol' tag team. Looks like you can't, either."

In spite of the void of thought currently occupying Tyler's brain, his cock was already hard again. His eyes had automatically drifted down to the pant leg of the seated Keegan, and his muzzle was already watering at the sight. True lustful autopilot.

"I busted a nut on his back earlier," Michael said, idly taking another sip. "But I reckon I've got another in me."

"I'm gonna take a full turn under that tail, Mike," Keegan stood, setting down his coffee and gently removing the mug from Tyler's hands before doing the same to it. "Want to see if we can lift him up between us with just our dicks?"

Tyler blushed, tensing his tail hole as the twins spoke about him like he was just a toy to be played with and shared between them. He slowly sunk to his knees, groping and nuzzling at the tented leg of Keegan's crotch, his tail lashing happily behind him.

"O-one request." The cheetah asked, not taking his eyes off his prize as he started pulling down the pyjama pants.

"What's up, kid?" The horse ran his fingers gently through his hair.

"Can..." The massive cock bobbed free once he had pulled the pants low enough, and he gazed directly up into Keegan's eyes while he bumped and slid his muzzle against the throbbing shaft. "Can you t-take pictures with my phone?"

The twins grinned.

*

James Werring sighed as he finished his post-workout stretching.

The sweating husky had finally been given enough time to set up his home gym inside his garage, giving him the perfect outlet to keep himself in shape and sane as the summer days dragged on.

As a teacher and coach, James was never truly finished with work, education or otherwise, even as the rest of the school went away on holidays. He had been focusing intently on training plans for the various sports teams he helped coach, teaching plans for actual classes, as well as additional work outside education.

It had been an exhausting few weeks, but a sense of normalcy was beginning to settle, and James was all the happier for it.

Taking a swig of water from his bottle, the husky pressed a button next to the door leading inside his house to close the garage door, and began making his way inside. A shower was called for, but for the moment, he was more interested in why his phone, sitting on the kitchen counter as he entered the room, lit up with a new message so early in the morning.

He recognized the number as belonging to a certain cheetah he was intimately familiar with.

Though he hadn't played with the adventurous feline since that first time, the urge had always been there, nagging at the back of his mind. With work, however, he had simply not been able to find the time to dedicate to that little passion project of his.

Of course, the feline didn't know that.

Occasionally, James would receive a picture from his younger neighbour. A tantalizing shot of his pert ass, his slender legs, his muzzle complete with several globs of cum soaking into his fur.

Once he put in his password to see what new treat his lust-struck neighbour had sent him, he dropped his water bottle and nearly dropped his phone as well.

The first image was the cheetah on his knees, with two large mottled horse cocks both crossed over his muzzle. Each was glistening with saliva, and each had slender feline fingers wrapped around their meaty bases.

The second featured the cheetah working one of those large shafts into his muzzle, his slim throat that James had so enjoyed squeezing now slightly bulging to accommodate the cock.

A third image followed, showing his neighbour lying on his back across what appeared to be a kitchen table. The abdominals of one of the horses filling the space between his long slim legs while his head was hanging off of the table itself, the second cock buried down his throat almost completely.

A forth and final image did the husky in.

The flash from the phone's camera obscured the faces of two young stallions as they stood facing a large mirror. Hanging between them, his arms looped over each of their shoulders with his legs spread wide, was the cheetah once more, one horse cock lodged halfway under his tail, while the other had clearly just slipped free. There was a blurry mess following the slackening shaft that could only have been a rush of cum.

The look of utter bliss on the feline's face spoke volumes.

The fact that James had been oggling the images for over ten minutes while his own cock dripped pre onto the tile floor told him that he needed to fuck his neighbour again. Soon.