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fynn_and_jake [11:15 PM]: Hoooh boy v///v

fynn_and_jake [11:15 PM]: Fucking love that

ashlanding [11:16 PM]: haha yeah? one sec

ashlanding is sending a file...

ashlanding [11:21 PM]: [Video, 3:31]

ashlanding [11:21 PM]: try that on for size, I had Aqua record while I was doing it and man oh man did she have a hell of a time

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fynn_and_jake [11:33 PM]: Oh my god x//x

ashlanding [11:35 PM]: yeah? did that do it?

fynn_and_jake [11:35 PM]: It did x///x

ashlanding [11:36 PM]: pics or it didn't happen, dude

fynn_and_jake [11:38 PM]: [Photo]

ashlanding [11:40 PM]: hahaha niiiiice, that's quite a fuckin load

ashlanding [11:40 PM]: would love to see it in person

ashlanding [11:40 PM]: which, speaking of...

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The spotted hyena squirmed in the driver's seat again, trying to find a position that was comfortable - but not too comfortable. Every little bump in the unpaved gravel road sent a shock up through his lower body, unpleasant in his back and chest region but uncomfortably warm in a certain other spot, stirred to that point by his mind constantly wandering during the trip over here. He and Asha had been chatting like this for the past few months now, their friendship coming closer and closer together, escalating from simple small talk and regular conversations into closer, more personal subject, then from there into teasing, the sharing of stories, the discussion of fantasies and wishes... which, after a blushy, half-drunken admission from Fynn here, had prompted Asha to open up a separate chat with him. "What's the reason for this one?" he had asked, not expecting what he was to receive.

Not expecting, but it would be a lie to say he hadn't been hoping for it. A group of photos, taken both from Asha's own phone as well as from another viewpoint, of the striped hyena performing some rather intensive personal care on the horses at the farm she worked. Striped hyena fingers, paws, arms going places that Fynn had before only fantasized and read about in fictional stories, hot and wet and sticky and sloppy; several pictures showing a size comparison of her favored stallion's sheath and sack to her palm, then to her face and tongue, and then to her own equipment - as by this point Fynn knew quite well that Asha outpaced him in terms of length _and_girth down there, through multiple shared nude photos and measurements; then at one point even a voice file, sent the moment of, that sounded for all the world like the striped hyena breathlessly attempting to suck all of the juice out of a slab of particularly wet steak.

She had made sure to send him a picture of just what it _really_was, though. Fynn still had that one saved in a secret folder on his phone: the same stallion's donut-shaped tailhole, thick ring of muscle protruding out and glistening with the thick coating of slimy saliva, wrinkled brown skin curling inwards to the faint flash of pink at the center, gaping slightly open from his caretaker's thorough, energetic tongue. Asha being Asha, she had framed the photo to keep the stallion's heavy, hanging sack in frame as well, one of his sizeable balls clutched gently within her cupped palm.

So then that became a thing as well. Asha delighted in teasing her friend about his newly discovered interests, often responding to his innocent questions about her day with freshly taken photos or video clips. "Well, look who's an early riser..."; "Didn't know there was a rainstorm in the forecast, listen to this"; "Hey, wanna go bowling? I've got a ball for me and a ball for you," with a second picture of her own sack cupped in her other paw, "and two more for friends", with the puff of fur at the base of her sheath muddied and matted with fresh sticky white from the stallion's flare just at the edge of the frame.

A bump in the road jolted Fynn back to the present, and he swerved to pull out of the grass and back onto the gravel. Asha's farmhouse started to rise up towards him from over the next hill; the characteristic odor of livestock animals has seeped in through his car doors and AC a handful of miles back, and while it still made his nose wrinkle and put a weird pressure in the back of his throat, by now he had mostly gotten used to it. After she had first mentioned it all that time ago, Fynn had wondered how she dealt with the smell - but now knowing their shared interests, he figured that that might just be part of the entire experience for her.

As he pulled up through the gates and into the front of the house, a portion of the grass there worn away to bare dirt and gravel after repeated usage, the spotted hyena expected to see the front door swing open for Asha's familiar form to step out. During the work day she dressed appropriately, all thick jeans and long, loose sleeves, but still she cut an appreciable figure even in that - and especially when streaked and stained with sweat and who knows what else from her day on the farm, teasing Fynn about all the places on her body she wanted to shove his nose and mouth and-

The spotted hyena shook his head, sighed, swallowed, and parked the car. When he stepped out a gentle breeze brushed past and carried those same scents of the farm across him again; he tilted his muzzle and sniffed at the air, trying to see if he could pick her out over everything else. Striped hyenas particularly had a stronger, more pungent scent, he knew, but this was a place thronged with feral cows and horses and even a few goats. He went up to the door to knock, waited, then rang the doorbell, waited a bit longer, and then finally thought to send her a text.

ashlanding [12:07 PM]: having lunch rn

ashlanding [12:07 PM]: come around to the stables

ashlanding [12:07 PM]: leaving the house turn left and follow that path over the hill

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So he did. A bit strange that she might be having lunch with her horses, but the more Fynn thought about it the more he could understand it: it'd probably make for a cute scene to bring along an apple or a carrot or whatever it was that feral horses enjoyed. He trudged along the gravel path that the other hyena had indicated, making sure to lock his car behind him as he went - though, really, nobody would come out this far onto ranch property for anything he might have in there - and looking around as he went. Most of the clips and photos Asha had sent him had focused quite specifically away from the surrounding landscape and environment, for a number of reasons.

The stable building itself was a bit smaller than he had expected, but then again, he didn't know quite how many other folks worked here alongside the striped hyena. Technically she owned the place, and much of her time was spent doing the actual work; that was why most of their conversations took place either late in the evening after her day had finished up, or far early in the morning right as it started, before Fynn himself had gone to bed.

It seemed as though the doors to the stables stood around the other side of the building. As Fynn made his way around, his rounded ears picked up the distinct sound of the horses inside, huffing and chuffing softly, munching away at their feed, padding at the ground, whatever else it was they did. His footpaws crunched along the gravel, then back to short grass, then onto a lighter, thinner dirt path towards the mouth, the wide doors thrown open to allow in all of the midday sunlight. Fynn took in a breath, swallowed - there really was one reason why she had invited him to come visit - then turned the corner.

"So, Ash, what's on the menu for... lunch..."

His jaw dropped, though really, this was something he _should_have expected. The farmhand had drawn one of the stallions out from his stall and stood him in the center of the room, rounded backside facing the doors with the sunlight glittering across his smooth chocolate-toned pelt - and the darker, richer black-leather skin along the underside of his tail and interior of his thighs. And there was Asha, clad in her usual denim overalls with sleeves pulled back and sunhat tilted atop her much taller, sharper ears, the striped hyena half-kneeling atop a short stepstool.

Upon hearing her friend's voice she drew her muzzle away from where it had just been sucking around the stallion's puckered tailhole, thick strands of saliva hanging between her parted lips and the beast's quivering, clenching ring of muscle. She swallowed, swallowed again, reached up to wipe her mouth off on the back of her wrist, and nodded towards her new visitor.

Then she grinned, sharp teeth bright in the sunlight. "The hell d'ya think is for lunch, mate?" Asha licked her lips, swallowed once more, and waved him over. "C'mon. C'mere. Been waitin' for ya."

"Yeah, I see you... um..." He squirmed where he stood, then risked a glance down. Was it obvious that he had already gotten hard? Fynn sniffed at the air, picked up that same scent of horse again, then tried his absolute best not to look straight at the stallion's saliva-slickened tailhole, fully on display. Asha's other paw held the beast's tail up at the base, affording him an entirely unobstructed view of the thick ring of muscle, the sections of leathery brown skin darkened with her spit, and then the heavy, overlapping wrinkles that all angled down to then purse out into the heavy bulge of his balls underneath. They looked just like they had in all of the pictures, and each step he took brought them a little bit closer, and... "Um..."

"Uh huh. Bet y'arse I did. Can you blame me? Come on. Pick it up. Ain't got all day."

The spotted hyena gave an embarrassed chuckle and shuffled over, unsure what to do with his paws. If I keep them out it'll look weird, but if I put them in my pockets it'll look like I'm trying to hide my boner, but I... well, but she's - already...

She reached up and patted at the feral's haunch. The stallion lifted its head, snorted back at her, tossed its mane, then resumed munching away at the pile of feed she had laid out for it. That was one thing that Asha had made sure to impress on Fynn very early on: trust and understanding was a huge part of everything, and if the horse didn't want her between its hind legs, then she didn't want to be there either.

That did make Fynn a little bit nervous though, as both a stranger as well as a completely inexperienced one. He stopped just a step and a half away from where Asha knelt on the stepstool, already far closer to a feral horse - and one's backside, nonetheless - than he ever had before. In the time he took to come over Asha had continued stroking at the beast's haunch close to the rim of its still-dripping tailhole, the sensation of it enough to keep its tail naturally raised, and now he stood close enough to see those heavy balls within the smooth, leathery skin of their sack, slowly moving with its changing body heat and the temperature in the stables.

"Thought we'd put on a little show for ya," Asha went on. She followed the male hyena's gaze down towards the horse's balls, then of course cupped and hefted one of them in her paw. Fynn swallowed and took another half-step forward, wanting to see for the first time in person just how that skin and flesh mushed and molded beneath her gentle grip. "Seeing as this has been your top fantasy since you first read that story about - what was it?"

Fynn swallowed. She could definitely tell he was hard. Why was that so embarrassing to him? She knew what he looked like. They had basically done a side by side measurement before in comparing pictures, just without actually being side by side. "The one with the wolf in the... stable after dark..."

"And the mare. Uh huh." She turned her muzzle to the side but kept her eyes on him, then slid her other paw down to heft the horse's other ball... and then pressed them up and around her nose and lips. When Asha pulled away, she had nipped the skin of the stallion's sack gently between her lips, stretching it out and then letting it go. "I read it too, y'know. A few of the details weren't quite right, but it was a bloody good effort."

He swallowed, his gaze leaping back and forth between her familiar and then the also-familiar shape of the horse's puckered tailhole. It shifted and adjusted with little movements from its own body, the echo of muscles reverberating up through its haunches and lifting its tail a little further, then relaxing back into place again. "O-oh. Yeah?"

"Uh huh." This part had to be just a tease: Asha had gone in quite succulent detail over just about everything Fynn could ever want to do with a stallion, often with accompaniment pictures or videos. Asha reached up with her paw again and this time gave the horse's donut a gently squeeze between two fingers and a thumb, tugging it shortly away from the crevice between its haunches; the horse made a soft noise and adjusted its stance, the soft, pliable flesh of its tailhole shifting in response. "Why don't you come find out for yourself?"

This was it, then. The male hyena swallowed again, looked behind him - this door to the stables looked out over the rest of the farm's property, acres upon acres of open hills and pastures thronged between the natural landscape of the area, with the nearest road way off in the other direction - and then took another few nervous steps forward, Asha waving him on. She scooted back on the stepstool and motioned for his paws; he looked at her, then to the horse waiting patiently in front of them with its tail swaying and backside on full display, and finally held them out.

"Here." The striped hyena took him by one wrist, gentle yet still firm, and guided him forward and down. He licked his lips, turned his head away, took in a breath just in case this had actually been a dream the whole time - and then felt the shudder of enjoyment shoot through him when Asha cupped his paw around one of the horse's balls, big and heavy and leathery. "See? Feel that skin. Not quite what you expected, is it? Why don't you..."

Then his other paw came up as well, this one of his own accord. Fynn couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling, like all of those videos he had looked up online but now happening right here in front of him, in his own paws... he swallowed and leaned down a bit, squeezing and rubbing, feeling the smooth, intense heat radiating from deep within what he now held. The scent wafted up and over him as well, stronger and richer, still acrid and pungent in a way that made his nose curl and put a pressure in the back of his throat, but still he wanted to lean forward and run his nose between these two huge balls, each one filling his palm nearly all the way.

Fynn dropped down a little bit further, wanting to get a different view of what he was finally allowed to enjoy. In front of that sack hung the stallion's sheath, plump and heavy and wrinkled; one paw still rubbing and massaging its balls, he reached forward with the other to gently touch and feel at the skin there, smooth soft velvet that easily shaped beneath his touch, with a distinct warm firmness inside... all bunched up toward the end, it shifted and adjusted when he squeezed and rubbed, then did so again.

Right as he started to move himself around to get underneath the horse, though, right as he imagined he had built up the resolve to open his muzzle around the end of that wrinkled, plush sheath and feel the weight of the stallion's formidable shaft press out into his mouth, something bumped into his shoulder from behind. He turned and looked just in time to come face to face with another very familiar part of Asha, as she had unzipped the front portion of her overalls and brought her own arousal into view.

Pictures didn't do the thing justice. Fynn's jaw dropped open and for a moment he couldn't even try to pull himself away, especially with the scent of her musk assaulting his awareness so powerfully. Her rich, red-fleshed canine length hung here in the open before him, twitching and pulsing gently within the thick, soft-skinned sheath at its base, her own balls hanging down beneath as well. The striped hyena kept it angled straight away with her body with two fingers at its base, unswollen knot still hidden beneath that skin.

Finally Fynn looked up past her length towards her muzzle. While he had been distracted with getting a feel for the horse, she had pulled the stepstool around and now stood on the top step, putting her hips about level with the beast's haunches.

"Give it a kiss for good luck."

Under normal circumstances Fynn would have expected her to demand he take his pants off and measure himself up alongside her - and he one hundred percent would have done it. Then again, though, she _had_brought him here for one purpose in particular, and that purpose stood before the two of them munching idly at a stack of arranged feed, brushy tail swinging across each of their shoulders, saliva still dripping slowly from its protruding tailhole.

So Fynn still obeyed. He swallowed once more, licked his lips, looked up at her, then averted his gaze out of embarrassment - this wasn't the first time the two had met in person, but would be the first time they had done anything like this - then leaned in, lips pursed. Her scent strengthened in his nose, rich and warm, spiced with a bit of an edge to it, then slid up along the soft tapered tip there... then jerked back when she squirted out a small jet of liquid pre, right along his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Asha threw her head back and cackled, giving herself a few strokes as she moved back. "Good boy," she purred, "good boy," and focused on the task at hand again, one paw resting on the horse's wide rump while the other squeezed at the base of her shaft - so she could line that tip up with the beast's swollen tailhole. She tapped it there a few times, then adjusted how she stood so she could make deliberate eye contact with Fynn again.

"Eyes forward, boy," she barked, then ran the tip of her cock around the exterior of the stallion's tailhole. Firm, strong muscle pulsed and tightened in response to the sensation, the striped hyena's natural slickness leaving another film of glistening wetness over and between the overlapping wrinkles all pulling in towards the center. "You've told, and shown, me just how much you want to see this happen in person - so don't you dare look away."

She didn't have to tell him twice. One paw still slowly, dreamily rubbing at the horse's hanging balls, shifting steadily from one to the other and then back, spending time in between to tug and rub and just _feel_the sensation of all of this smooth, supple skin, Fynn gladly watched. Asha braced her paw along the horse's rump just beneath and beside its tail, other paw still keeping her angle correct; then she leaned forward over her also sizeable breasts, pursed her lips together, and let a thick wad of saliva loose, stretching down into a long, glistening rope before it plopped at the base of her shaft. This she smeared up and down with her thumb, then finally nestled her tip along the upper rim of the stallion's tailhole... and started to press in.

Fynn swallowed and leaned in, heavy balls in his paw momentarily forgotten. The way this plush, velvet skin and the muscles within mashed and molded with the friction, how the ring parted around Asha's girth in a way that made it seem much more malleable and loose than he had always thought. The striped hyena tilted her head back and let out a low, rumbling sigh of pleasure as she plunged further in, the horse's tailhole mashing in against its body as she continued to press in; when she paused and waited, legs shaking gently beneath her, the ring of muscle slowly worked its way back out around her, wrinkled skin unfolding and opening up to allow her in further. So she did so again, working herself slowly back and forth until her thighs pushed up against the wide, rounded rear of the horse's flank, Fynn's arm caught gently between the two of them.

He swallowed and looked up at her. "H-how... um, how's it feel?"

Asha's eyes sparkled. By now she had both paws on the horse's rump, and used that as leverage to start to tug slowly back out again: her red-fleshed length came out streaked with glistening slickness, both her own musk and saliva as well as the natural lubrication of the beast's body. When she slipped free she did so with a gentle, airy pop, with that ring of muscle remaining parted open for a moment longer before winking shut again. The horse adjusted its stance, pulling its balls out of Fynn's paw so that they bounced and jiggled beneath it.

The striped hyena half-turned to face him again, hard shaft swinging as she did so. Now her own scent had been replaced - or completely covered, rather - by the sharper, rounder odor of pure equine. "You tell me."

Fynn sat up, looked down at her shaft, looked up at her face... then briefly considered unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants. Maybe later. He licked his lips, swallowed yet again, and reached up to feel at his friend, one paw cupping her balls in his palm just as he had the horse's, and wrapping his fingers of the other around her shaft. He couldn't quite touch fingers to thumb around her girth, and then when she squeezed she grunted and gave a thrust forward; Fynn took in a breath and pumped again, supple skin of her sheath rolling back against his paw.

"Warm," he answered. "Hot, actually. And-"

"Slimy?" Asha gently freed herself from his grip and turned to sink back into the horse's rump again, this time smoother and quicker. The beast itself made no noise or sign of protest, and as she worked herself into a slow, steady rhythm it actually widened its stance and lifted its tail for her. "Yeah. That's the - best fuckin' part, mate, ah... don't _really_need any lube, once you get in there..."

Fynn continued watching for a while longer, then finally decided, fuck it, and amid his friend's panting and thrusting - and the slick, wet slapping and sucking of the beast's tailhole around her hard shaft - fumbled with the fly of his pants. "B-but you decide to just go for it anyway?"

"Hell yeah I do. It's only fair, y'know? You wouldn't like it if I bent you over and went dry, would'ja?" The striped hyena bent forward over the beast, let out a shuddering sigh, and looked down at Fynn. He jumped, not expecting her attention to stray from her thrusting, but by this point he had already gotten a few strokes in. "Well, actually, I'm not so sure. Submissive bitch."

"Hey, I'm not-"

"Hey I'm not blah blah blah." Yet again Asha slipped out in one smooth movement, hips bucking backwards this time with a thick strand of slightly discolored slime hanging between the feral stallion's parted tailhole and her own hard shaft. "Suck my dick. I need more lube."

Fynn grimaced at first, eyeing that foggy rope of ooze as it hung down, thick mucus swaying back and forth, but... he moved forward before he could stop himself, slipping his tongue out and along the underside of the other hyena's length and wrapping his lips around her tip. The slime from the inside of the horse's tailhole encased her in a thick, slick layer of ooze, with that sharp, distinct scent of equine crystallizing into an even richer taste, but he just couldn't resist. The spotted hyena closed his eyes, swallowed, did so again, then did so again for how that mucus clung to the back of his throat - he could feel it hanging along his chin and swinging as he moved - then dove steadily down towards the bulge of the knot, now visible outside of her retracted sheath... then perked his ears at Asha's little scoff and chuckle above him.

He opened his eyes again, looked up at her, frowned with her cock halfway in his mouth since she was too thick for him to fit her any further - and only then put it together: 'You're a submissive bitch. Suck my dick.' And so I did. Fynn rolled his eyes and slid back off of her, though squeezed his tongue up against her as he did so, which served to smear off most of the rest of that grime off of her length and instead into his mouth. She grinned even wider as she pulled back, then reached down, tapped herself against his nose - she stank of horse ass first, and then hyena musk second - then turned and sank right back up into the original source of that stench and slime.

"See?" she rumbled, then thrust her hips forward. The echo of the motion bounced through the stallion's rump, and then back throughout Asha's body as well; she shivered, sighed, tugged back, and thrust again, already working back into her rhythm. "Just good boy, who'll do - everything he's told, which means... if I were to..."

Here the striped hyena trailed off for a bit, claws digging gently into the thick pelt of the stallion's haunches. That caught the beast's attention enough for it to lift its head and look back at her, though still it kept its tail raised and legs spread for her access, and when Fynn sat back to resume his rubbing and fondling he saw that the stallion's length had dropped a good four inches out of its sheath, shaking and jiggling, swinging in the air with the residual motion. He reached forward for that, too, squeezing it gently in his paw, feeling the intense heat from deep inside, the soft firmness, the slight, slick stickiness of natural musk and piss caught between buried flesh and wrinkles of skin, and-

And Asha looked over to him, blinked, gritted her teeth, then straightened up. With a bit of quick, fervent fiddling and adjustment, then, the straps of her overalls dropped down from her arms and along her sides with the denim fabric going a moment later; she wore an extra set of tight leggings underneath, though in another moment had tugged these down as well, after a quick, wet slopping sound from her again pulling out of the horse's tailhole.

Fynn looked up from where he was originally focused to look across the form now revealed to him, Asha's build tight and chiseled, lines of sleek muscle visible in cookies and cream fur alongside and underneath sharp slivers of angular stripes. He eyed the smooth curve from her head along her neck and shoulder, then in along the small of her back, swelling out over her full, tight rump, this sleek, sweeping line accentuated by her puffy mane rippling back into place after spending the morning matted down beneath her clothing... the striped hyena kicked her clothes the rest of the way off, breathed a soft sigh, and with one paw lined herself easily back up with the stallion's now stretched rump.

One smooth, slick thrust, then a second, and a third... and then with her other paw she reached back, ran her fingers up beneath her own brushy tail, and then spread herself as well. Sharp eyes flashed down to Fynn again, bold enough that he imagined he could feel the physical impact of her gaze.

"Hey."

He straightened up and swallowed, paws still warm from massaging at the stallion's growing length. "Y-yeah?"

Still thrusting, one paw resting along the small of her back for leverage and speed, Asha nodded back. "Eat me out. I'm getting close."

At first there was shock and hesitation, and then a sharp, bubbling interest, and then... both of them knew there was no way Fynn would be able to resist. He swallowed yet again and moved over, then brushed her paw away with his own, both paws coming in along her rump to spread her wide, soft pillowy flesh above thicker, tighter muscle underneath. Far different from what the horse had protruding between his hind legs, Asha's pucker held close to her body, white fur giving way to warm pink skin, wrinkling together towards the dark center which, Fynn could see even from here, was slick and wet from a morning spent hard at work.

He licked his lips, twitched his nose to the sharp, rich scent of striped hyena, spent a moment watching the way her balls swung and sloshed underneath her with her rhythm... and then closed the distance, his nose bumping roughly up against the underside of her tail with her thrusting, then gradually acclimating to the rhythm. Keeping her spread like this, it was easy to find her pucker with his lips and press in there, tongue flicking up and over, swirling around, teasing at the tight ring of muscle clenching shut. There was the salt of sweat, the sting of feminine musk touched with that natural spice that he had come to associate with masculinity, or with... he closed his eyes and dug in deeper, jaw churning against the backside of her sack, the little ruff of thicker pubic fur down the middle tickling as he did so.

If he pressed his head forward, muzzle nestled comfortably between her rump with her half-raised tail resting atop his head, Fynn could balance himself with the pace of her thrusts. Every time she pushed forward her cheeks squeezed around his head, further burying him in heat and scent, and when she pulled back out the suction of the movement pulled against his tongue and mouth again, slurping deeper and deeper until he could feel wrinkled skin part open around his tongue to give way to sleek flesh inside, only to then pull away underneath another thrust. He dug deeper, slurping and sucking, swallowing down her sweat and scent while she rumbled deep in her throat, and sighed, and gasped, and-

And Asha suddenly threw her head back, the great mane arching up from the top of her head and down around her neck to disappear beneath her overalls spiking out. Teeth gritted, eyes closed, tall ears up, the striped hyena took in a shivering breath, held it... and then bucked fiercely forward, then did so again, and again. Fynn gripped tightly at her rump as she did so, spreading her around his head so he could continue to work: each spurt came with a powerful, distinct tightening of her tailhole, her buried ring of muscle flexing and clenching back, all of this wrinkled skin pulling together between his lips and on his tongue. Again, and again, each time with a body-ravaging shudder; the spotted hyena remained in place underneath her tail while she emptied herself out into the beast, flicking his tongue up over her tightened tailhole as she burst, and only afterwards pulled back to wipe at his mouth, though her musk remained so strongly ground into the fur of his upper lip.

Fynn leaned over just in time to see the hyena's bulging knot tug out along the beast's tailhole, the thick ring of muscle distending, squeezing, pulling with the thick wad of firm flesh yanking from inside. Instead of popping suddenly free like Fynn expected, instead Asha's knot hit a point where the stretched, muscular rim around it just started sliding back into its regular position around the girth, leaving streaks of that same discolored slickness along the bulge - and then reversing its motion and pushing gently, sleek interior red flesh briefly blossoming around her length to push her the rest of the way out.

Asha took a half-step back on the stepstool, smooth milky white dripping from both the tapered, twitching tip of her shaft as well as the horse's still-gaping tailhole, similarly discolored seed rolling out from deep inside plush, velvet bowels.

Finally finished, the striped hyena tossed her head, sighed, and licked her lips. "What if I were to do that, and then told you-" and she nodded down to the horse's rump, its tail just now starting to lower; it spread its stance a little bit further, clenched its tailhole, started to drop its lower body down... "-to suck it right back out?"

Fynn glared at her, though he couldn't deny the idea was fucking hot. He had completely forgotten about his own arousal beneath everything, still twitching, throbbing, leaking down onto his pants between his legs, but here he sighed, let the horse's shaft drop from his paw - then made sure to sniff at it, some of that grime having worked off onto the fur between his fingers - and stood up to lean in alongside the stepstool. The horse had now stopped lowering itself down, though pushed and squeezed from inside its tailhole with that wrinkled rose of interior flesh pulsing and mashing, able to feel the other hyena's load deep inside and natural reflexes trying to work it back out, and-

Asha's paw gripped Fynn's head and made the decision for him, immediately pressing his nose up against the underside of the stallion's raised tail. Hot, wet flesh mashed against his lips and chin, wet and slick and slimy, then folded and pulled all around him with a sleek suction from deep inside. He grunted and jumped, took in a breath through his nose right there, shivered with the bittersweet stench, then let his tongue fold out... and easily, smoothly through thick folds of warped internal flesh, slickened both by natural lubrication as well as Asha's load, and his own saliva as well. He slurped and sucked deep, pulling against that natural pressure and feeling the way that the other hyena's peak dribbled in between his lips, smearing across his mouth and nose, dripping down along his chin for the way he could almost push his muzzle inside of the horse's stretched tailhole.

Then it started to squeeze shut again, all of these folds of overlapping, pulling in, streaking his face with that slime - and then pushing him out as the so-familiar shape of feral horse donut clenched shut, a thick bead of discolored seed dripping down towards the wrinkled skin leading to its still full sack. Asha's grip between Fynn's ears lightened a bit, but this time the spotted hyena did it for himself: he licked his lips, swallowed another two times, then slid down, tongue out, so he could scoop up that thick, sticky bead and suck it down.

On he went, up and up until his broad tongue cupped along the underside of the horse's protruding tailhole. Asha rumbled contentedly behind him, and Fynn shifted so he could sit along the top of the stepstool; one paw clutched the horse's leg while the other resumed stroking at himself, the spotted hyena finally, finally indulging in his longtime dream. He pressed his lips up against the stallion's pucker, felt the soft skin and flesh mush and shape against him in the kiss, then opened his maw, parted his lips, sucked the whole thing into his mouth, having to stretch his jaw a bit to fit the round shape of it in.

Softer than he had expected, with a certain firmness inside... he stopped stroking at himself for a moment to reach forward with both arms along the horse's legs, at once pulling the beast back against him and himself forward. Again and again he dug his tongue into the center of the pucker there, loving the way it mashed and molded to his touch, how it tugged slightly open so that soft velvet gave way to smoother, hotter meat inside, then jiggled back into place; he sucked and swallowed and sucked a little bit more, pulling the rest of Asha's load out of all these wrinkles of skin and then filling his mouth with the heavy, dense scent and taste of pure equine. He sucked and pulled his head back until his lips popped free from around the stallion's tailhole, the leathery skin now darkened with slick, hungry saliva, bouncing and jiggling in place before it settled in.

By now Fynn had thoroughly removed all of the other hyena's load from where she had emptied it into the horse's bowels, so it straightened back up and started to lower its tail back down - but Fynn himself wasn't done yet. Vaguely he felt Asha step down the stool behind him, while he straightened a bit, lifted himself up, turned his muzzle... breathed a soft sigh out across the dripping tailhole here, let his tongue hang out again, swirled it around, and this time pressed his muzzle right up into the center of it. He worked his head gently back and forth, lips pursed and tongue working, wanting, _trying_to slip deeper, to pry open this squeezing ring and get a taste of the slick flesh inside again.

Sitting there at the edge of the stepstool, the rest of the world and even the open doors behind him forgotten, Fynn slurped and sucked and dug deeper, both paws coming forward to heft the horse's balls. Yet again the beast started to lower itself back down, a little noise of satisfaction or pleasure or even just acceptance whuffing out from its nose; Fynn actually felt the buried muscles and nerves just beyond the base of its pucker lifting and pushing out, relaxing into his mouth so that it sat between his lips, atop his tongue, against the roof of his mouth just like Asha's shaft had done a little bit earlier.

That thought sent a sweet, irresistible shiver down his back. Fynn swallowed again and let his mouth open around the horse's tailhole, imagining it pulsing and growing to press against his jaw from inside again, then drew his tongue up, and over, and down, and around, swirling around the exterior then up the length towards its rim, in to the center again, and back. He closed his eyes and drew back, mouth open and tongue out, just letting the protruding pucker rest atop and pulse, pulse, pulse there with the horse's heartbeat and the natural twitching tension of eager muscles. Thick, soft, heavy like a full, plump sheath, with the same kind of heat and firmness inside, the same sticky slickness, and igniting the same arousal and excitement in his chest and loins. He hadn't touched himself since he had first drawn the horse's tailhole into his mouth, but still Fynn felt as though he were right there on the edge, as though he had kept on going fast and hard.

Suddenly there was a pair of paws on his shoulders, also soft yet firm yet in a different way. He jumped, realized where he was and what he was doing, and felt the embarrassment hit him like two swinging hammers - until Asha leaned into his field of view, her breath smelling much the same as his now did.

"I know you said you prefer bottoming," she purred, fingers pressing into his shoulders and thumbs rolling along his back. It felt great."But, really... you saw how that thing looked around me. Like a mouth, soft and wet and pliable. Why don't you give it a spin yourself?"

Fynn swallowed, then did so again, and of course again. He reached up and wiped at his mouth, seeing a few thick strands of that same slime hanging down. Now his entire muzzle, nose to chin and well back along his cheeks, smelled "I - I mean I... well, Ash, I was..." Then her paws were scooping underneath his rump and lifting him up, and coming around in front to tug his pants and underwear down his legs - and then he gasped, shuddered in place, and turned his head to the side, Asha leaning over him from behind with one paw at the head of his shaft and the other squeezing around his balls.

With a forefinger and thumb she rolled back and forth, back and forth, slickness of dribbled pre as well as saliva and slime oozed from the horse's tailhole putting a sleek wetness along the male's foreskin. He shuddered with the sensation and gave an inadvertent thrust.

"See?" Asha purred in his ear. She turned her paw a bit, wrapped her fingers more fully around his length, squeezed and pressed back... and he shivered again. "Doesn't that feel good? And that's just my paw. Imagine how-" The striped hyena nodded up, pursed her lips, and spat out against the horse's tailhole, the impact making it clench and pull up again. "_-that_feels."

"I don't know..." But it did feel so good. He shivered and pushed back against her, the hyena's now bare breasts pushing up against his back. If he turned his hips to the side and angled back, then, he could feel her still hard length twitching against his rump as well, dribbling a combination of her cum, his saliva, and then whatever natural slickness streaked the inner walls of the horse's rump.

"I'm not gonna push you into anything you're not comfortable with, of course." Her paw drifted away from his balls and came up his belly and chest, slipping beneath his shirt to rub at soft fur. "And you know that this won't be your only chance. I ain't the kind a' gal to just pump n' dump, y'know? So if ya wanna save it for next time, well - I'll be here, and so'll he. I'm just thinkin', mate, it might be a little bit of a-"

Fynn licked his lips and placed his paw over hers on his chest. "I wanna do it." He gave another thrust into her other paw for good measure.

Asha grinned and looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then be my guest. Well, be his guest, more like."

"So I... just..."

"Uh huh. Up y'go." Those paws slid up his sides and hooked underneath his arms, hefting him upright. Fynn stumbled for a moment and then got into place on top of the stepstool. Suddenly the idea became much more _real_to him, even though he had just gotten lost with a feral horse's tailhole halfway filling his mouth: looking out across the beast's wide haunches and sleek form, watching the way its mane shifted and stirred in the breeze that came in through the stable doors, making quick eye contact when it turned its head while still munching away... and then, of course, looking down to see this half-raised tail, the leathery skin of its tailhole streaked with wet drool, the ring there dripping partly open now after the vigorous treatment first from Asha's cock and then from Fynn's tongue, and now... now Asha reached around him again - he could feel her breath along the side of his rump - to guide him forward and down a bit towards that protruding muscle. "Here. Can you handle it from here?"

Fynn froze up, paws held at his chest and mouth half open. Every breath still tasted so strongly of horse, and each time he inhaled or swallowed he throbbed in her paw. "I mean - Ash, I was... o-_oh, whoa,_that's..."

She pressed him forward, up against the lower rim of the horse's tailhole, and now guided him back and forth around the sweet, slick velvet rim. Just like with his tongue, the pliable flesh there easily shifted and played around his firmness, tugging and pulling as necessary, gripping gently with a distinct, delicious slickness to the touch. And then there was the sheer_warmth_ emanating from deeper inside, both from the ring of flesh itself as well as further inside the beast here... Asha tapped him against the center of the stallion's tailhole, the ring sucking against him like a pair of pursed, hungry lips. Fynn couldn't help but push forward again.

"Wait," he said. "Wait, wait, wait. Lube?"

"C'mon, mate. You think there's not enough there?" Again she pushed him forward, this time angled down so that all of those sleek wrinkles pushed in along his sensitive head, slid his foreskin gently back, parted open and wrapped around him, squeezing, sucking. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone kiss another person that hungrily. Sickening to watch. Truly." She patted his back with her other paw, the motion intentionally driving him forward and in another half-inch. "I can't wait 'til you let me record it. But, I'm distracting you. Go on."

No turning back now, and Fynn was long past the point of thinking he might want to. This time when he looked down - he rested his paws along the horse's wide backside as Asha had done, careful about the contact, unsure quite how to touch a horse - he saw himself already buried past the beast's plump tailhole, the sheathlike ring of skin and flesh holding out and around his head. The spotted hyena swallowed, sighed, scrunched his lips up against his nose to get another lungful of the reek of equine musk, and then... started to push forward and in.

It was a good thing that Asha still held onto his hips, as the sensation of doing so nearly caused his legs to buckle underneath him. Sweet, slick flesh, hot and soft and wet, sucked open around his length as he sank further in, past that first exterior ring and steadily deeper into those same wrinkled innards that he had seen part around Asha when she had pulled out earlier. For a moment Fynn closed his eyes and imagined some of this warmth inside was hers, that he could still feel evidence of her buried inside, which really might have been it - though he had tried to be _quite_thorough in his cleanup duty. The back of his jaw actually ached a little bit from how much he had sucked along and inside the horse's tailhole, and as he pressed in further he could feel those thick wads of saliva and natural internal slickness deposited inside, and... and then his hips pushed up against the beast's rump, and he was buried balls deep.

Or at least as close as he could be, with the width of the creature's backside. Fynn let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, reached down to feel at the donut of flesh stretched around his cock, squeezed it in place there, then wrapped a forefinger and thumb around it - warm and plush, still with that firmness inside - and squeezed as he started to pull out, internal folds slipping along his length and foreskin, coating him in sleek, intoxicating pleasure.

Once he started, he couldn't stop. Asha's paws fell away from his body, though Fynn didn't look to see where she went: instead he steadily picked up his pace, hips working a little bit awkwardly, thumping forward against the stallion's rump as he dug deep into it. Somewhere along the way he thought he saw Asha kneel down underneath the horse's body, but he couldn't be sure between the action, the sensation, and how his eyes just kept on fluttering shut beneath the pleasure, rippling up through him with each thrust forward and into those warm depths. Soft and slick and wet, squeezing rhythmically around him, tight yet still pliable and easy... hadn't the striped hyena said something about reaching up with a paw, or an arm, or a shoulder-length glove or something? Or was that one of their many chats?

God, Fynn thought, hips slapping away at the stallion's rear, if only I thought to ask to record this... but then again, she did say this wouldn't be his only chance. His heart fluttered at the idea of being able to come back here whenever he wanted - though it _was_a thirty-five minute drive - and just indulging himself here, behind this stallion or maybe one of the other ones, if he got permission. The spotted hyena tossed his head back and let a sweet sigh shudder out from between barely-parted lips, for a moment slowing in his pace; if he held still, buried deep inside of the beast's rump, he could feel the way the horse squeezed and clenched around him, rhythmic and smooth with a few little pushes, testing the waters.

Then there was another, more forceful push, and Fynn found himself bucking over the horse's rump for the way it felt against and around him. All of those wrinkled inner walls pushed and squeezed over his head and foreskin, further smearing him in sleek wet slime, and there was simply nothing he could do other than press forward into it. The stallion shifted and clenched and Fynn started to tug back, protruding tailhole sucking out along his length as he did so. Every time he pressed forward, back arched and head up, he felt his sack swing forward to rest against the back of the horse's - or at least along the wide stretch of bare skin that led down to it underneath.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back again, this time imagining what it would be like to nuzzle up between and beneath the stallion's huge balls, then to drag his tongue up the soft, slightly sweat-moist skin along its backside, to lift his nose up underneath the rim of its plump tailhole to again draw that into his mouth, and - and then Fynn felt himself start to tumble over the edge, pushed to that point from everything before, his own thoughts and fantasies now, and then of course not in the least from what was actually happening.

The stallion seemed to sense his finish as well, lifting its head and looking back at him, hiking its tail further up and out of the way, and then pushing back from all of those internal muscles. Fynn dug his fingers into the horse's pelt for support, bucked, shuddered, bucked, and then again nearly fell completely forward over its haunches as the peak of his pleasure issued out of him. Hot and sharp, it felt like no other finish he had ever had before, dumping out deep inside - or not too deep, relatively speaking - this stallion underneath him, plump tailhole clenching back around him, milking out every last drop... he shuddered, swallowed, gasped, and then slowly, carefully drew himself back, expecting the horse to push him out as it had for Asha before him.

When he slipped out from slick, wet inner meat, he did so with a tight, wet slurp and schlorp, the horse's tailhole blooming for another second around him before clenching shut again. Panting, shaking, the spotted hyena carefully stepped back off the stepstool and then down onto the floor, and for a moment considered leaning in to clean up his own mess as well. Looking around the stables for the other hyena, he reached down, touched at himself with a paw, felt that distinct thick layer of slime coating his shaft and caught underneath his foreskin, making it slide and move with an inimitable slickness; he rolled the supple skin forward, felt it slip from his grasp a few times, pinched it together, gave a tug, rolled it back, then settled his thumb against his head to roll it up and over, and - then jumped at the sight of white fur streaked with black stripes suddenly coming into his field of view.

From underneath the stallion, as he had thought. Asha wiped at the side of her mouth, bare breasts on display; at some point she had removed the rest of her pesky clothing and now stood fully naked in front of the other hyena, thick red-fleshed canid length still halfway protruding out from her sheath. Thick, milky strands of ooze dripped from her paws and between her fingers, and as she approached she lapped them off from her fingerpads.

"So," she began, "how was it? Your first time with a feral?"

Fynn swallowed again. He still felt a bit shaky. "I mean, it was..."

"Looks like y'had a great fuckin' time, mate. Yeah?"

The heat wafted up his body and warmed his cheeks. "Yeah. I - I really did. Um..."

She reached up, rested an arm across the horse's flanks, and bumped her head on its side. Thin, slightly discolored white trickled out from the lower rim of the horse's pucker; Asha must have been able to feel the clenching and shivering of the muscles there, since right as she was about to speak again, she paused, perked her ears, looked over, and licked her lips.

"Oh," she said instead, "you didn't clean your plate. Want me t' get that for ya?"

And, being Asha, she dove in before Fynn could answer. Mouth open and lips forward, she slid forward, sucked the horse's tailhole into her mouth as he had done a little while before, sucked and slurped and dug - and when he saw the stallion shiver, widen its stance yet again, and start lowering down with its tail hiked, for a moment Fynn feared for what might come next. Then Asha pulled away with a pop, licked her lips, sucked at her fingers, then gave him a grin - and leaned in towards him.

"I know you're gay - mostly," she said, "so I'm not gonna kiss you, but I am gonna..." and she tilted his head to the side, held him there, and dragged her slick, sticky tongue up along the side of his muzzle, smearing him in the scented slickness of equine slime on top of the familiar smell of his own load. He grimaced and turned his head away, trying to wipe off the ooze but succeeding only in smearing it further into place.

"God," he breathed. "Ash! Gross."

"Yeah, yeah." She sucked at her fingers again and then made a show of swallowing and opening her mouth, showing she had downed everything. "Says the bloke who just tried to suck a feral horse's guts out its arse."

"After you!"

"Well, yeah. Ladies first, n' all." Asha shrugged, grinned, then slid that arm down from the horse to drape it over Fynn's shoulder. With her other paw she squeezed at the base of his length and smeared that coating of sticky slime up and forward, bunching his foreskin into a wrinkled snout of slick overhang, then tugged there too. Fynn's legs nearly buckled. "So, then, y'wanna hang about and help me out around the farm some? Or d'ya just wanna stay in here, recoup, and then hit it hard again?"

Still wiping at his cheek, he glared at her. "I feel like I don't really have much of a choice."

"Well, sure." Asha strode around him to fetch her clothing. Fynn couldn't look away when she bent over, deliberately at the waist with her legs straight and spread, puckered tailhole and plump sack on display between her legs. "But if you do the one, I'll make sure you get to do the other, too."

His heart fluttered again. "I don't think I can say no to that."

"I don't think you can, either. C'mon, lemme stable this big boy back up, then let's head back to the house and get cleaned up a bit." For a while she busied herself with tugging her pants and overalls back on, though left the straps off of her chest. "You need a shower, and I've got _just_the thing."

"I don't like the way you said that."

"Oh, trust me, you will. Help me with this strap?" She turned around so her back faced him. Fynn had to brush her bushy mane out of the way. "When I had this place built I made sure that the main shower could hold at least two people."

That made his ears perk. Done with the other strap now, Asha looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. Fynn had expected this to be a full day in the first place, but it seemed as though the striped hyena had more planned than he had thought.

Not that that was a bad thing. He shivered, glanced down, gave himself another wipe-off, and zipped his fly back up - though for how long, only Asha could know.