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Who you are is just as important as who you present yourself to be. Sivaenus snorted as he looked at himself in the mirror one last time thinking of those words his father had said once long ago. His parents had been loving, if a little foolish when it came to names and had given him the name of some long dead ancestor. It sounded pretentious. As if he should be some tall, strong, imposing equine. Instead, he was anything but. Oh, he was tall, and strong, but imposing? Never. No matter how much he presented as imposing.

The white Percheron looked at himself in the mirror and sighed inwardly. Tall? Indeed, he stood at almost seven feet of imposing pure white equine, with startling blue eyes. Strong? Absolutely. Silvaenus was nothing if not a bit proud of his physique and did everything he could to make certain he kept in shape with muscular shoulders, broad chest, pumped arms, and solid legs. Ah yes. He even wore tight t-shirts with 'Stallion' emblazoned across the chest and tight jeans that emphasized his incredibly thick bulge, broad thighs, and tight rump. But, imposing?

That was the kicker. Even when he stood tall, arch his neck, e could even flex his shoulders, arms, muscles but when he did so there was just something about him that was a little, well, meek. Shy. No matter how much he put himself out there, he was still a bit of a gangly colt. Even with well manicured fingerhooves and tightly cropped main and braided white tail, he still looked somewhat sheepish for a horse.

Looking at his phone he sighed. No texts, no inquiries from friends about where he was going or if he was up to anything on this Friday night. Nothing. He was alone again. He hated being alone. And worst of all, alone and horny. Even thinking about sex made his thick cock twitch and his sheath to plump a bit. There was nothing for it, he'd have to go out on his own tonight.

Selecting a nice light cologne, he gave himself a spritz one last time before checking for his phone keys and wallet before heading down to the waiting car outside. The medium sized sedan was meant more for humans, but the company was known for being accommodating, and sure enough, the passenger side had the front seat removed so he could duck down and sit somewhat comfortably, if a little camped. The canine driver nodded.

"Evening. Comfortable?" The beagle had kind eyes and just nodded once Silvaneus grunted, put the car into gear and drove off.

God, what am I doing? How? How am I going to find someone? The horse thought to himself musing about his options. He had everything he needed to be a power top, but he just wasn't and he always found it a challenge because of this. Everyone always expected him to be the one to approach. To take charge. To grab those proverbial reigns and whisk them off their feet, take them home, put them on the bed, legs up, and dip his thick cock...

Damnit! Not now!!! Silvaenus clenched his teeth and tried to get his thoughts back on to un sexy thoughts. He didn't need to be springing a boner while in a cab on the way to the bar. However a chuckle from the front seat brought his thoughts back.

"Its ok youngster, I'm certain you'll find someone. I can smell the anxiety rolling off of you. You'll be fine." His eyes were kindly and winked in the rear view mirror as the car pulled up to the bar.

"Ah, thanks." Silvaenus nodded, getting out of the cab, the cool night air feeling good in his nostrils. The crowd outside the club looked like it was full of handsome specimens of all species.

The bar he had chosen tonight was a popular one, and one he had been to many times, just never alone. Usually he had his friends Jason and Alex who would help him find a partner for the evening, selling him up as a big stud. They'd usually pick someone demure and slender that the big horse could toss around easily. If he'd ever get that far. Usually he'd just get inside them and that would be enough for both parties. Well, mostly. Just like that feline last week who'd begged him to really fuck him hard. He had for a bit and felt silly about it, and tried to fake it as best he could. It must have worked as the kitty had shot a good size load all over....

Damnit! He was getting hard again and not something he wanted to happen. Not yet anyway.

Stepping smartly up to the bouncer, he got a curt nod from the doberman and was let inside. As usual the thumping music and writing bodies on the dance floor were almost a sensory overload for the horse. But he was here, and he had a mission. To get laid.

Yeah. Think big, think strong. Think TOP!

Silvaenus drew himself up and held his head high. He felt like a fraud, but fought through it. Bellying up to the bar, he ordered the 'best' drink he could think of for a top. A beer. He hated beer, but he had an image to keep up.

With the malty tasting beverage in his hand he sidled over to the back wall to nonchalantly cock a hoof, lean back and survey the crowd like he'd seen in so many pornos.

Every type of fur was here tonight. Feline, canine, ursine, humans, and even a couple of equines as well. All of them having fun, talking, and as usual, it looked as if the other equines were getting quite a following. Jealousy sprang up in him at that. He could see one quarter horse equine with a nice buff little human who was feeling the horse up and leaning into him. The obviously top equine had a smug look on his muzzle and bent down to whisper something into the human's ear that caused the young man to gasp audibly. The human snaked his hand down to the horse's bulging crotch and giggled.

Silvaenus sighed. How he wished he could be that horse. He sipped at the beer trying to keep the look of distaste from his muzzle. Most equines adored beer. It just reminded him of breakfast. Not something he wanted to relax and drink. He preferred...

"Here." The voice was gruff, and a martini glass was proffered to him. Glancing around he saw a wolf. Tall, almost as tall as he was. The lupine had a smirk on his muzzle as Silvaenus took the drink and sniffed.

Apples!

He adored apples. It was an appletini the wolf had handed him and Silvaenus took a second look. The wolf was tall, clad in a leather jacket, jeans, and white t-shirt showing off his muscular torso. His spirits started to falter a bit. He didn't want a top. Not at all. Being a bottom wasn't for him and was something he absolutely detested.

"Th-thanks." He said taking the drink and taking a sip. He'd meant to be a bit gruffer in his reply. He always did, but it didn't come out that way. The drink was strong too, but it tasted of fall, and memories of being a colt back on the farm flooded him as he took a big gulp of it, the alcohol burning its way down his gullet.

"Heh, don't mention it handsome. Hrm. So what bring a nice big tall hoss like you to a place like this? I bet its not to drink and listen to sleezy pickup lines is it?"

The lupine idly leaned against the wall next to him scanning the crowd himself, his nose sniffing as if to say they were all beneath the big wolf and he found them all contemptible.

Probably is going to ask me to leave the bar since I can cut it.

He felt his ears go back a bit.

"Oh, you...you know. Just stuff." His voice sounded timorous even to himself. As if he was already apologizing.

"Ah yes, stuff. Like that?" The wolf nodded over to the big clyde on the other side of the bar who was being felt up by two felines at the same time. One had his paw on the horse's crotch, the other on the equine's flexed bicep, the look of equine bliss on his muzzle sent a pang of jealousy through Silvaenus.

"N-nah. No. I mean. Not really. Maybe?" God he sounded pathetic. He downed the drink in a single gulp, the burning sting of regret, shame, and jealousy all making him feel as meek as a kitten.

"Uh huh, sure. Another?" The wolf was already proffering another drink to the big equine. There was something about this wolf that was intriguing. He really wasn't coming off as a top the more Silvaenus thought about it, yet everything in his posture said he was absolutely in charge.

"Uh...sure?" Silvaenus said downing the second drink in a single gulp, his nerves finally starting to relax as the alcohol rushed into him. He wouldn't be able to have another, not if he wanted to remain in control of himself. He was an absolute lightweight.

"Woah big guy, go easy on that stuff. I think that's probably enough though right?" The wolf chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

"Mmm...nice shoulders, big guy." For a lupine, the guy could absolutely purr.

The equine couldn't help himself and ducked his head shyly, but felt a shiver of pride run up his long neck.

"Th-thanks. I'm...Silvaenus." He whispered somewhat confused. This guy was not his type. Tall, rugged, masculine, smelling of wolf, musk, sweat, and predator. Was he?

"Dylan." The wolf said, his paw sliding from shoulder to pec as the wolf lent in and up and with a quick neigh of surprise, the lupine pressed his lips aggressively against his, kissing him, deeply. Passionately.

The taste of meat, spice and musk was strong and filled his muzzle as the wolf's tongue fought for supremacy in his mouth. The equine shuddered at the power and could feel the strong canines working against his lips as the kiss gently ended.

He was hard. Oh god, was he hard. He hadn't been this hard in ages. But, the guy was a top? Oh but how his cock begged this to not be the case. He could feel the entire length of his cock snake down the inside of his jeans and bunch up a bit as it fought against its cloth confines.

"I...ah...am...not a bottom." Slvaenus whispered looking into Dylan's grey eyes.

The chuckle was rich and throaty, and one clawed paw brushed Sylvaenus's length as it pulsed in his jeans.

"Oh, I hope not big daddy. I mean look at you? Tall, silver maned, blue eyed, hung like a, heh, horse, and absolutely needing to breed aren't you?" One claw traced his flare through the denim

Silvaenus snorted and tossed his head. Daddy? Big daddy? Oh...others had called him that, but no one had called him that while...pushing so hard. Trying to take charge of him. It felt so good.

"Y-yeah?" He whispered, raising his head a bit shyly.

"Heh, oh you like that big hoss? You like the thought of having a nice big wolf ass to plow don't you? Of me pushing you down on the bed on your back, greasing up that big fucker and slipping myself down and taking you for a proper pony ride. Yeah?"

Every word was like fire running down his spine. Silvaenus wanted this wolf so badly. Wanted to lie down and let the wolf ride his thick cock all the way to the medial, and possibly beyond the medial.

"Fuuuck" He whined in a tiny equine whisper.

"I thought so, handsome. Come with me." The broad paw gripped him and pulled him along, the alcohol making his little equine brain fizzle a bit. He followed obediently out the back door and into a car. He barely had a mind to notice that the car was large enough to support his body as he slipped into the back. He was a bit drunk, yes, but not so much that he was sloppy, just relaxed. More than anything he was drunk with anticipation as the car sped down the road. Quickly it came to a stop and the door opened.

"Come on big guy, let's get you bred nice and proper. Or should I say, get me bred nice and proper eh?" The wolf chuckled leading the horse up the stairs of the brownstone, and into a ground floor apartment.

The interior was neat, tidy, and well decorated, but that didn't matter much to Silvaenus who had eyes only for the wolf in front of him. Dylan quickly shucked his leather coat and t-shirt off, his muscular chest was well defined with two perky black nipples sticking through the tufted fur.

"Mmm bet you like that horsey. Don't you, big daddy hoss?" The wolf sauntered over to Sylvanus who nickered drinking in the sight of the muscular masculine wolf.

"Uh huh..." he whispered, his still hard cock now leaking a few dollops of pre which stained the dark denim of his jeans an even darker blue.

"Well then, let's get you properly ready then yeah?" The wolf reached over and with a deft flick of his paw unhooked the black belt open and unbuttoned the horse's jeans. "Mmmm I smell pre. Do you pre a lot handsome?"

Sylvaenus's head was swimming. He nodded, staring down at the wolf, his own big mit reaching down to skritch between the fuzzy ears. "Yeah...I do wolfy." He said softly. The gray eyes closed. "Yes!" Dylan whispered in triumph, quickly pulling the offending jeans down.

A throaty chuckle escaped the lupine muzzle. "Trophy horse jock huh? Yeah you are stud. You're one big trophy." The taught red and blue band was pulled down slightly revealing the bushy blond white curls of Sylvanus's pubes, and of course, the creamy pink sheath lips and the base of his thick cock.

"Oh fuck, daddy. You have a big piece on you, don't you stallion?" The wolf's eyes went wide as he pulled the long thick equine cock out. At that last word, it twitched mighty, springing up to slap the wolf's jaw with a wet squelch.

"Uh huh...suck it."

His blue eyes bored down into the wolf's grey, the wolf smiling predatorily made Sylvaenus cringe.

"Oh I'm going to do more than suck it big guy. I'm going to devour it, then ride it, and milk you of every last drop of cum you have daddy." The snarl coming from the wolf sent a shiver down the equine's spine, but the shiver of nervousness was drowned out by the feeling of wet lupine lips caressing the fat head of his coronal flare.

"Ohhh..." Soft equine neigh filled the room as Sylvaenus closed his eyes. He'd been sucked off a few days ago by a nice little canine, but this lupine didn't daintily suckle on his meat, no, he was true to his word and dove down into the horsemeat with fervor.

The feeling of his broad tip hitting the back of the wolf's throat was amazing. He'd had guys try to deep throat him before, but most guys he'd been with were smaller, not like the big broad six foot wall of wolf muscle he had here.

Clawed fingertips caressed his nuts, the claw tips pricking into the white furred flesh causing the horse to squeal a bit a slight shiver of fear went up his spine, mixing with the heady rush of having his cock services so expertly was a new sensation to the horse. He didn't know if he wanted to run, or cum. Probably both.

However, he didn't have long to ponder as to what he wanted to do as his body made its mind up for him. He felt his nuts strain against the tight grip the wolf had on them, which only heightened his feelings of frustration and with a screaming whinny he came, shooting huge ropes of his seed deep into the wolf's gut.

For his part, the wolf dove even deeper into Sylvaenus's crotch, his noze snuffling against the equine's musky sheath lips, his mouth and throat clenching and unclenching as he greedily swallowed all of the horse's milky cum, expertly not letting one single drop spill from his muzzle.

"Ahh, good horsey." Dylan huffed pulling back, the cock slipping from his mouth, the equine huffing hugely from the orgasm that had just wracked his body. "Mmm yes...."

Still in a bit of a daze, Dylan was pulled into a tight embrace as the lupine held him and greedily kissed him, the taste of his own musk and seed strong on the wolf's tongue. He shuddered at the feeling of the muscular body pressing into him, his equine cock still stiff and leaking cum onto the carpeted floor. His broad back was forced against the wood of the door as the wolf pushed him back, his sharp claws digging into his pecs, the kiss getting ever more insistent. He nickered feeling the wolf's sudden grip renewing on his big nuts, the fingerclaws tightening posessively around one. Sylvaenus melted as the wolf pressed his tongue even deeper into the equine muzzle causing the percheron's body to shiver in ecstasy and in turn sparking the horse to come to a soul shattering conclusion.

He was being dominated. By a bottom!? This wasn't supposed to be how it went. Tops were supposed to be all strong, buff, powerful and dominant. Weren't they? He'd always had trouble fitting that role and was trying to be one, but here he was being absolutely owned by this...this bottom, and he loved it. Every bit of his being was crying out to not let go and to revel in this feeling. Of being told exactly what to do, and to please this alpha wolf in any way he could.

"Mmmm yes. Good horsey. I see you're still hard. Excellent work. Now, time for round two." The wolf winked, and pulled the obedient horse by a paw into the back of the apartment to the bedroom where, with a soft push, Sylvaneus landed on the bed with a soft 'oof' and a nicker of pleasure.

"Oh...oh yes wolfy. Are you going to let daddy taste you first?" Oh this was so new to him. Sylvaneus shivered. He didn't have to put up a front! He could just be him. Shy, a little reserved, but oh so ready to breed. And how he wanted to, no he needed to breed this big wolf in front of him.

Dylan was stripping his clothing off, shucking his jeans off in one swift movement, freeing his fluffy tail and giving himself a good shake. "A taste? Oh yes daddy you certainly can have a taste of the treat I have. We can't have you neglecting your duties of getting me ready can we?" A quick wink and the wolf sauntered over, and straddled the equine's muscular chest, gently lowering his rump down to the horse's muzzle.

"Now, take a good whiff big guy. That's so you know I'm yours to breed you know. To make certain my big daddy has my scent always marked in his little horny brain." His voice was snarling again and Sylvaenus could no sooner disobey as he could stop his nose from moving forward of its own free will.

He huffed inwards and drank in the lupine's scent feeling a shiver run through his mane. Oh such a masculine smell. It was a smell he'd associated with every top he'd ever been with. Strong, musky, oaky, manly, and oh so many other 'ly's. The wolf chuckled atop him and the horse let out a moan as he felt the lupine's sharp teeth run over the bumpy flare of his cock.

Tongue lapping eagerly he dove into the wolf's furred rump, letting his rough tongue rasp against the black flesh there, his breath huffing hugely as he pressed against it. He could smell it then. Desire. The wolf wanted him to breed him. Him! Sylvaenus. He'd never smelt a need from someone so masculine before and it was heady stuff.

Eagerly he gripped the wolf's tail and pulled the rump firmly down into his muzzle as he pressed his tongue deep into the warm pucker he found there, tasting and feasting on his new found role. He needed to get his bottom ready. He needed to get him ready for his big dick. He was going to top this wolf. Make him his mare.

"Oh yes, good boy. Good horsey. Yeah, oooh nice and deep. Fuck you've got a big tongue, almost as big as some guys' dick! Ah...just like that yesssss..." That snarl was back and it was so insistent and commanding.

"Good horsey, nice horsey, oh yes, you want to breed this little wolf don't you? Get that big far horsecock deep inside this rump and give me all of your little foals, don't you?"

The taste was sublime, but the words were even better. The words sparked something deep within Sylvaenus he hadn't suspected. He had to do what he was told, needed to follow those commands. He nickered and pushed up with all of his considerable strength flipping the wolf over, the lupine letting out a delighted yip.

"Heh. Very nice big guy. You want this plump rump?" Dylan pushed his muscular gray ass upp, arching his back seductively. Sylvaenus nickered. Oh yes he sure did.

"Yeah, please can I fuck you wolfy?" He whispered shyly, his cock slapping his belly wetly, the pre oozing out in an almost steady stream.

"Go ahead handsome, help yourself." Dylan smirked, baring his fangs a bit aggressively.

Oh, such a thrill this was for Sylvaenus. His hackles were up, and his mane felt like it was standing on end. He felt tiny, small, and as if the big wolf was about to pounce on him and rip him to shreds, but he had permission. The large buff lupine was begging for his foals.

He shuffled forward, the comforter of the bed bunching as he neared his goal. The wolf growled, gutturally in his chest.

"Well? Are you going to fuck me or what?" Dylan snarled and snapped at him.

With a quick atavistic pulse of fear, the percheron pushed forward suddenly, his thick head pressing against the wolf's hole, and meeting only momentary resistance, slipped inside with an audible pop as the flare snapped the lupine's ass lips forward.

"Fuuuuck" they both breathed, one growling, one nickering in pleasure. Slowly The big horse pushed himself deeper into the willing wolf, his thick meat insistently pushing forward.

"Oh yeah big guy. This wolf is such a slut for daddy horse. Such a big guy aren't you? Bet you're gonna breed me so good!" The voice was low, proud, and full of implied threat, that if Sylvaenus didn't do as ordered he'd be in trouble.

"Ye - yes wolfy. Daddy hoss is gonna fuck you good. D-don't worry." He was already holding back a little bit. As needy as the wolf was, the horse was well aware of what his size could do and wanted to be absolutely sure, so he bucked himself forward quickly, right to the medial.

There was no whine of pain, no yip of alarm, only a soft insistent growl.

"Is that all you have, you little colt?"

Colt? Colt!? He was no colt. No. Not by any stretch, but he did have to push himself at times like this so he did.

"I'm..not..not a colt." He meant it to sound menacing, but it came out sounding plaintive and whiny. He shivered, but pushed in as hard as he could.

"Oooh fuck I guess not big guy. Heh you're sure showing me aren't you?" The words were mocking, but drove something deep within Sylvaenus. He huffed.

"Ye - yeah I am." he thrust forward and finally heard it, a slight yip from Dylan as he probably pushed a bit too far. He nickered shyly. "Please let me breed you?" he begged, feeling a bit silly.

"What the fuck do you think I've been telling you to do colt? Come on, show me how a real horse fucks!" Dylan snarled again, and this time Sylvaenus didn't hold back.

His hips slapped into the furred muscled ass of the wolf as he drove his cock home with a grunt, then slowly pulled out only to drive his cock deep back into the lupine's ass. Oh, he felt so warm, so tight, so inviting, so breedable.

Sylvaenus snorted and began to buck into the wolf. "Ahhh...oh you feel good."

"Yeah, and ahhh so do you big horse. God, such a delicate little shit aren't you? But man, you..oh fuck...can breed so well." Dylan was grunting and pushing back into the equine cock, the squelching sound of horse cock in wolf hole slowly growing louder in the bedroom.

Oh this was heaven! Sylvaenus bucked even harder into the willing wolf below him, letting his big hands roam over the soft fur of the muscled back, the lazily swishing tail, and back up to the shoulder. He gripped them firmly and really began to fuck the lupine.

"Oh...god...you feel...amazing..." he huffed, gripping those shoulders tightly.

"Ah...thats it horsey...breed this wolf...give me your foals big guy...come on....you can....oh fuck...you're going to aren't you?"

Dylan was no prophet, he was just observant. The horse's cock was beginning to flare. The orders, the begging, the dominance were all getting to him. He desperately wanted to hold back but couldn't.

"Yeah....ah...daddy's gonna cum...please...can I?" While he was asking and huffing and thrusting, there really was no way he could hold back much longer no matter what the wolf's reply was going to be.

"I guess....ah fuck....you...caaaaaan aaaaah!" The wolf cried, as the simple words sent the horse over the edge. Sylvaneus neighed as he slammed his hips into the wolf, pulling the big lipine back into him as he finally bred the warm ass he was buried in.

"FUCK!" The word was loud and sharp. "Fuck fuck FUCK fuck!" Sweat poured down his forelock as Sylvanus shot his second load deep inside the wolf, flooding the lupine with his own personal equine herd.

"Damn daddy. You did...oof doog." Dylan chuckled, his ass feeling warmly full as he panted and pushed himself back needily against the horse's thick cock.

"Now...lets talk about collars.

**

The music was loud as the young panther gazed around the club, the dance floor thronged with furs and humans. He finally saw the horse he was looking for. The horse he wanted. So tall, so buff, so muscular. He walked toward the towering equine as a few details nagged at him. The horse was broad shouldered and wearing a tight t-shirt that had the word 'Daddy toy' on it.

"Um...hey!" The panther said shyly looking up at the horse. "Are you looking for a tight hole stud?"

"Ahem"

It was not a sound, but a single spoken word. Next to the horse was a wolf, almost as tall, and almost as broad. A leash was in his paw, and now that the panther looked closely, that leash went up to a big thick black collar that was strapped around the horse's throat that had a lock on it.

"Back off, he's not an alpha. He's mine." Dylan snarled baring his teeth and staring the feline down. Sylvaenus nickered. This was heaven.