For the Love of Horse Cock: Colt Taken by a Muscle Stud (erotic eBook teaser)

Story by Amethyst Mare on SoFurry

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Two stallions... One shared lust. Anthros do it best when it comes to muscle studs in the gym, fetish shining through.

Taken home from the gym in the car of a strange anthro stallion who smells ripe with sex and lust and sweat, I can't resist him. He's so much bigger, ripped, more dominant than me, that I can only drop to my knees before him.

It is my place to submit, to serve a sir. The greatest, most powerful sir that I've ever seen.

His length is fit to worship, my lips tugging softly at his sheath. Yet it is the pounding shaft of him that will have me squealing in orgasm, stallion to stallion.

Note: this story contains gay intercourse between consenting anthro stallion characters.


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For the Love of Horse Cock


Colt Taken by a Muscle Stud

"Hey there, slut."

I shiver. I know him but I don't know him, a meaty, brawny stud of a stallion with a bay coat and a dark black mane and tail, thick and roughly kept. There is no silken softness to any of them, not when I meet him for the first time in the gym or any time after that, a little rougher around the muzzle too than the guys that I usually dated or hung out with. Sometimes things went further than a date and somethings things ended with a one night stand, a romp to be remembered. But there is something different about him.

I asked him his name and he said that I didn't need to know. He tossed his gym bag at me, standing, brushing off his shorts, still sweaty and musky. If he'd torn his shirt off right there and then, I would have yanked it to me, cradled it against my chest, shoved it right up over my muzzle and inhaled every last drop of his divinely musky essence that my greedy senses could possibly drink in.

Only, that's not what happened. What happened was that a little black and white stud stallion, if that was what I'd thought of my lightly muscled build in the gym before meeting the beast to reckon with, followed him meekly, got into his car and let the stud drive him away. I knew when I had been beaten and the thickness of his cock slopped obviously from his sheath even as he drove.

Fuck, he is a monster... Back to the present moment, I almost cross my legs in fear of him, neighing shortly, eyes rolling, showing the whites. I shake my head slightly, but he only graces me with a heart-stopping smirk, eyeing me up like a fresh piece of meat to be devoured. The fact that I am a horse, of course, means that it's his cock in my body that will devour me, whether he takes my mouth or my arse.

I don't know which would be better. I don't know if either would actually be worse in any way. My tail hole tightens and clenches before him as I grunt, though he takes my paw as he drives. There's no saying "no" to him and, with the pound of my heart, I only want to do as he wishes, to obey, snorting, feeling up the massive length of his thickening shaft through his shorts. It's so long that I swear it's about to poke out the leg of his shorts, though maybe that would have not been the case if the stud had been wearing underwear. His thighs are as thick as tree trunks and I can't resist a squeeze, feeling out the masculine, thick shape of him. Besides him, I might as well be scrawny.

"Oh, god..."

"Yeah, slut, that's all for you."

I shake in place, but we're pulling up at what I suspect is his place, my body limply drawn from the car, a puppet being piloted to his will.

Into the house.

Up the stairs.

His lips on mine, tongue claiming my muzzle, sweeping around the interior like my tongue has never done before. He knows every part of me without me even inviting him in and it seems like no time at all before I am down on my knees and naked before him, an equally nude stud stallion who is bigger than me, more masculine than me, better than me in all ways.

Not to mention his dick...

There is nothing more succulent in the whole world than a fresh length of horse cock, a stud's hand curling through my mane. I shudder there, but I know my little prick does not compare to a massive stud's fat meat, even though we are both of the equine variety. My shaft tries to throb and harden, but I can't pay it any attention as I reverently handle the real stallion's shaft, the smooth skin behind the head calling my attention.

"Mmm... You like that, don't you?"

I shudder.

"Yes, sir, I love your big dick."

The words feel right and wrong coming from my lips at the same time, tail lashing the air, though all I feel is arousal, arousal to the extreme. I tenderly take the fat flare of his cock, thicker than mine already and he was not even fully engorged, between my lips, suckling and teasing, playing my tongue into the tip in the middle, though what I am really doing is seeking out every last sensitive spot that I can. I need to find everything, absolutely everything, to please him, to make him snort and stomp and whinny and blow a load, right in my muzzle.

But my lips cannot delve down over his cock just yet, oh no. No, there was sweeter delights to be savoured in the meaty length, too thick for me to encircle his prick with my finger and thumb. The bay stallion, whose name that I don't know, must be a draft breed of some kind, but I can't find it in myself to care as I nuzzle and lap down the smooth, taut length of his cock to the medial ring, marvelling at how many inches and laps that took me. I had thought that my cock was big enough, but, well... Who'd want a prick like mine when that tail hole destroying stud-fucker was around? No wonder I wasn't getting any tail.

His cock was better though, so, so much better... All I want to do is to stay there, down on my knees forever, tugging gently at the medial ring with my lips, where the skin past it moves more freely over his length. The wrinkles there smooth out as I caress and tease, the fat head pulsing and drooling, though I catch what I can in my paw, smearing it over the head and the first few inches of his dick...for later.

The sheath calls my attention as much as the rest of his cock, for I cannot leave one part of him out when I am there to savour and seduce the stud stallion with every fibre of my being. My tongue dips sweetly inside, tasting his musk, that thick, masculine scent of him that screams stallion. I may be a stallion but there is no way in the world that I will ever be a stallion like him, never in a million years.

I don't want to be either, for that would not allow me to kiss and lap my way back up his dick as he shudders above me, only to take his cock-tip into my maw. With a raunchy thrust of his hips, it pushes into the back of my throat and I grunt, my muzzle built for mouth-fucking. I am only there to suck cock, his cock, an object to be used and a hole to be filled. My tongue cradles the underside of his cock, but the weighty meat of him is too much for the fleshiness of that appendage to handle, even as I moan, letting the soft vibrations travel from my lips into his length. He shudders and I press on, slipping down, my nose kissing his sheath, though I can only draw back.

For in the love of his cock is my adoration of it too, allowing my lips to caress and massage every last inch of his sweetly delicious, divine succulent length like never before. I suck him down hungrily into my throat, letting the bulge rest there, right at the back, though I thank my lack of a gag reflex, not for the first time, as he slips down a little deeper.

"Mmph... What a skilled little whore cock-sucker you are."

I shudder. Yes... Yes, that's what I am. That's all I need to be, reverently adoring horse dicks, day in and day out. I suckle him down, though I can still breathe, even as he pushes into my throat, holding my mane, fucking my mouth, fucking me as if my mouth is just a passing fancy to him, a hole to be filled.

I am only a hole to be filled. And I fucking love it.

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Thank you for reading! This story is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commiss.io!

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1096404

Commiss.io:https://commiss.io/listings/dn31

Thank you for reading!

If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!

All new releases will be announced via my Twitter account!

@alismitsy

I am also available for custom stories, tailored to your preferred nuances and characters. Please e-mail the following address for further information.

arianmabe@gmail.com






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