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Moving. It can be such a trial, you know? Not only do I have to box a bunch of my shit up so I can haul it to another place, but I also have to get used to that place. Different rooms, different kitchen, different bathroom, and if I move to a new town, different places to eat, parks to visit, and of course, all the new haunts I'm going to hit up. And by haunts I mean cruising spots, clubs, bath houses, all of that. That can be fun of course, but it also can be such a pain!

Everyone is always so excited to meet you, to get to know you and to see if they can hook up with you. You're always the new meat, and it's always so much worse when you're a top. Not just any top either, but an equine top. God. How many times have I been asked 'can I see it?' before even being asked my name?

The last time I'd moved I had at least ten offers in the first ten minute of being online on grrrindr. Of course I have to admit my profile is pretty tempting to a lot of bottoms. 'Total top, seeking total sub.' as the tagline with a nice picture of my bulge. It's kinda hard to miss the lines of my flare and medial against the tight jock I'm wearing. Then my pics reveal everything else. Tall, leanly muscular, dapple gray, with blond mane and gray hooves. Yeah, I get a lot of attention from that profile.

Pushing the last few boxes into place, I moved the last few boxes into their place in the bedroom into the guesthouse I'd rented. The early fall sun felt good on my shoulders and my mane as I troted down the concrete path with that final box. The neighborhood was nice. Very middle class, and the guest house sat back from the main house, with it's own small driveway and walk. Cute little ranch homes lined the street and plenty of trees shaded the sidewalk. It reminded me so much of the small town I grew up in. Of course the little guest house had its own rear entrance too, a feature I had been looking for in all my places. No need to scandalize the landlord who lived in the main house. Nice older vulpine. A little paunchy, but definitely handsome.

Ah yes. Definitely handsome. Not my typical type, but you know, variety is a spice I like. As I put the dishes from the box I'd brought in away in the small kitchen my little horsey brain started to kick back in to gear. I had said I wasn't in the mood, but with nothing else to occupy my thoughts, visions of that middle aged fox kept springing to mind. He definitely had a bit of a twinkle in his eye and a sprightly step. Not to mention a truly nice little ass on him. Vulpines are well known for their soft fur, and thinking of the smaller fox's rump had my equine libido responding. How soft that fur would be against my calloused finger hoofs, and how nicely plump those cheeks would be as I slowly stuffed my flared thick cock between them. How would it look? I knew how it would feel of course. Absolutely amazing. Of course, the nice fur hadn't given me any indication that he'd be interested. He'd mentioned having a kid but no wife. That didn't mean he wasn't into guys, but it didn't mean he was either.

Pah! All this work and thinking was getting me riled up. Setting the last few cups and plates away in the cupboard and wiping the sweat from my forelock I surveyed my work. Yup! Everything in it's place, nice and neat, and tidy. Just the way I liked it. And now with that arduous chore complete maybe it was time to see what I could see online? I didn't feel like driving, and well, grrrindr was always an easy way to get things going in a new place, so...

Plopping myself down on my couch I flipped the app open on my phone and took a look at the profiles, sorting by distance of course, and right there, immediately a bit of red and white fur caught my eye. It was a nice furry little fox rump in a jockstrap. Hrm, online and less than a hundred feet from me? Opening the profile gave me a bit of hope. Hrm, 32? Daddy fox wasn't in his 30's. He was in his 50's if it was a day...could this be...his son?

**

I woke up early that morning, around 4:30am, and dragged myself out of bed shuffling my feet to the attached bathroom in my bedroom. I flicked on the lights and the bright orange-red of my fur burned my eyes slightly as they adjusted and I began my morning routine. Turning on the shower and the speaker for my morning podcast, I slipped into the sliding glass door already naked, because it's absolutely impossible to sleep otherwise.

The steam started to fill my lungs and shower room as I lathered myself, and I started to think about how much I had to do that day, the voices on the podcast droning out into mindless drivel. I'd start by meeting with the seller of the property on Coolidge Ave, and that would likely take me all the way through lunch. It was a Wednesday, the first one of the month in fact, so the afternoon was dedicated to going over the books and making sure there weren't any discrepancies. The coffee pot should be brewing now and my thoughts started to trail off of work and into the activities of the evening prior.

As I lathered conditioner into my bright cinnamon and cream colored fur, I thought harder about my session with the toy box.. the plug I used was a bit larger than normal, but I have been wanting to size up so that I can use the new equine toy I ordered... still haven't been with a horse, even though I had been dreaming of it since I realized what a debaucherous little slut lived deep inside me underneath the layers of business mindedness that have been instilled in me. With my overwhelming successful track record, maybe people like me only get their kicks alone, I chuckled to myself bleakly.

I hopped out of the shower and dried off before heading downstairs to make my cup of coffee. There was a substantial sized bulge in my slacks as I was still mostly hard from thinking about how good the plug and knotted dildo I used the night before felt. Shirt buttoned, tie tied neat. My platinum blonde hair styled in a bit of an upward swoop tucked between my slightly larger than normal ears. I wouldn't say I was muscular by any means, but in shape and toned moderately. The tailored shirt made what little muscle I do have pop a little extra, a trick I learned from my dad before he got lazy and developed his beer gut.

Speaking of, as I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs into the kitchen, there's dad; sitting at the table with the paper and his cereal, in just his boxers. His fur has started to dim a bit, and his belly hung over the top of his boxers as he read. "Did you take your meds today?" I ask as I make my way to the coffee pot. With a grunt he got up to go do as I reminded him.

standing there sipping my mug, I decided to flip open Grrrinder and check my notifications, though there are seldom many, and the connections I usually made there end up having some sort of presumption about us vulpine folks... 'Hey I hear you foxes will do anything' or 'you know you want me' kinds of things that, for me, were an instant block. Just because I might be into doing mostly, if not anything; doesn't mean I owe just anyone that. Honestly kind of surprised I even had a profile on there anymore... it was very basic, and the pictures were almost all locked... being the person I was in my day to day, I absolutely couldn't risk exposure... not after that time.

Same old same old at first glance, the short messages from guys who can't hold a solid conversation, or speak intellectually, but also aren't rude... and sometimes I did end up having very plain/vanilla romps with that type. They're nice enough, but I sighed and wondered if I'd ever find that connection I longed for, or if I was being unreasonable in my expectations. A smart guy who is also attractive and cares about taking care of himself, but can also get downright dirty in the boudoir; why should that be so unattainable? Came close with that buck..

I was just about to close the app when my heart jumped as I notice a new viewer.. someone who hadn't previously viewed my profile. I opened the profile to find a bulging jock, stuffed with what appears to be a massive horse cock. I start to get excited as I open his profile and see his other photos.. not the dark haired muscle guy I dreamed of, but absolutely nothing to shake a stick at either... He was lean and toned like me butbigger still, and his fur and mane looked so soft and well kept. My semi bulge still not receding in my jock beneath my slacks. 'Total top seeking total sub' eh? My mind's eye pictured my locked locker full of toys and leather gear. Grinning excitedly, sweating almost, I woof at him and close the app hurriedly as my dad enters the room again and grumbles 'what're you grinning about? gonna be late...' I'm already at the door thumbing my jacket over my shoulder, and walking out to the beat up old 90' model pickup truck, loathe to the fact dad wouldn't let me purchase a newer model vehicle for business stuff. Unable to stop thinking about that hot horse's profile I swung my legs into the truck and backed out onto the street...

**

The small woof notification went off on my app as I was lost in thought for a moment, and a quick swipe and a glance made me smirk. There within the 'woof's is the little paw print icon and the furry red and white rump of the fox.

Well well well. This was certainly interesting. The soft thump of a car door outside made me glance out the window where I saw an older pickup back down the main house drive, and just for a second I saw him as the truck paused for a second as the vulpine inside glanced both ways before proceeding. Nicely dressed and well groomed, and the young fox was obviously on his way out to work for the day in a white dress shirt and a sport coat hung from the passenger side grab bar.

Definitely intriguing. Young fox online, plus young fox leaving the driveway of the main house means, young fox was definitely the son of the older I had seen, and as the older pickup rumbled off down the street with said vulpine inside I was left with quite the dilemma. That age old advice came roaring back to me. 'Don't shit where you eat.' Ferrals don't do it, so why should I? I am very proud to admit that I haven't. Well, that's not entirely true. There have been minor exceptions and maybe slight indescretions but no full on scatalogical incursions. There had been that young stag apartment manager, the twin sons of the groundskeeper at one place, and then the nice older husband of my previous boss. However, for the most part, I didn't keep my pleasure activities close to home. Ok, so maybe I do once in a while, however, and this is important, when I do I make certain to be very circumspect, respectful, and to ever remain the nice gentlehorse I was brought up to be.

The truth is, it was circumstances like these that always lead to 'more' situations. I.e. more than just a simple hookup and that was always the dream wasn't it? To find someone, even if for a little while, that was more than just a quick hole to dump a load into. More than just a little while would be nice too.

A quick equine snort of impatience escaped my muzzle before I'd realized it. Stupid horse, always thinking with your dick. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I tapped the profile and clicked a woof back and without missing a beat, clicked the unlock on my pics. Not that I had a bunch of my profile. No, just enough. Two. The first, a nice pic of myself laying back, one arm behind my head, my legs spread and my very thick and ample cock held lazily in one paw, half hard, and leaking, a bead of pre running down to my gripping fingerhooves while below, my leathery black orange sized pendulous nuts rested gently on the contrasting tan recliner, threatening to spill forward and down to where they liked to hang. I had to admit it was quite the picture with all of that going on, and then adding the icing to the cake, there was the physique. Nice and toned. Not muscular like a lot of clydes. I'd been a runner in college and liked to keep in form, though I'd put a bit of muscle on since those days. The last intriguing bit of the fist pic was that I was one of the few, the proud, the 'not very many at all, who showed their full face.' Blond forelock across my brow, hazel eyes, and, a playful smirk on my muzzle I had gazed at the camera with a very sultry look. A friend had remarked that I should be locked up for making such a pic as I was definitely showing "intent to do lewd things."

There was of course, a second pic, and as pics go, this one didn't just show intent to do lewd things, lewd things were very obviously happening as that same pink and black mottled thick stallionhood from the previous pic was hard as a rock, veined, and burried right to the medial in a furred feline hole, the lips of which were stained with the previous load I had generously provided. That black panther had been quite the champ and had begged for the pic to be taken as I was cumming. Right after I had pulled out of him and shared the pic with him, we had both agreed it was the best pic either of us had ever taken.

Unlocking pics was all well and good, but now...now I had to think. What to write? I definitely had provided the 'hook' and some 'bait' but foxes had quite the 'reputation.' However, being equine I was all but too familiar with reputations and how hooking up could go absolutely wrong. So how should I approach this? I certainly didn't want to come off too brazen, but I didn't want to come off too cool. Add into that he'd been dressed smartly and looked well put together. Obviously not just pretty to look at, and probably had some smarts. Chuckling to myself, I began typing.

'Hey! That's quite a nice little ass you have there. I know you get that all the time but hey, it's true right? Thanks for the woof, and I hope you enjoy what you've seen so far, and get to see now (I've unlocked - hope you do the same, but no pressure). I'm totally new here (to the neighborhood) and hoping to make some connections. I certainly wouldn't mind connecting with that little rump but - see previous statement about no pressure. Ok - maybe a little pressure. Is it working?'

Smirking, I hit send, just as a barrage of messages bagan coming in. Ah well, I didn't have work today right? Might as well enjoy myself. I wasn't in the mood to randomly hooking up, but looking was a favorite pastime of mine.

Three more messages came in.

*Ding, ding....ding*

There is going to be plenty to do at the office in a few days once I've settled in.

*ding*

Chuckling I set some water on for tea, and perused my newly stocked shelf and began making some tea, intending to lie back and read both the messages and some literature. Hrm...Chaucer. Nice! Now let's see who's more debauched. The 'Wife of Bath' or the furs in this area.

Probably both as debauched as possible, I thought, chuckling.

One thing was becoming obvious. The furs here were thirsty, and definitely hungry...for horse....

I sighed and smirked and wondered if I'd get a response from the handsome fox.

***

Driving back to the house was an extremely happy voyage. Dad had constantly told me that I was wasting my time on the Shockley Estate.. what he didn't know was that I had spent the past several months buttering up the widow Shockley, slowly but surely convincing her that she would be much happier in a place more size fitting, and that her memories of her family did not have to be tied to their estate. Neither of her children wanted it; they both lived cross country with their families. It was a stunning 18th century Greek Revival, 4 beds, 4 baths, and the thing that I liked most; the way it was perched on a hill and had a wraparound porch, creating breathtaking views of both the sun rise and sun set. Thanks to my efforts, now, it wouldn't be reclaimed by the bank as it had just been acquired by me, the signed contract from Ms. Shockley tucked fastidiously in my inside breast pocket. She'd be moving into a very fine rental unit owned by my fathers company.

I turned up the radio and bobbed my head to the electro-pop song that was playing, grinning to myself and excited to show my dad that he isn't always right, and that there's a reason mom left me in charge of the business dealings. He had invested a lot of money but mom was always the one behind the wheel keeping things on track. I didn't dislike the man, but there was something satisfactory in being able to tell him, 'told you so'.

I decided to stop at Fiorello's and pick up a couple of pies on my way home. Since I hadn't the foresight today to have called ahead, I started messing around on my phone while I waited for my order. I noticed one of the pizzeria employees working, a wolf with a dark tuft of hair both on his head and fighting to be contained within the collar of his shirt. Seeing him caused a twinge of arousal and I thought, maybe he is on Grrrinder so I flipped over to the app.. immediately I noticed I had a new woof. My heart thumped hard in my chest when I learned that it was the horse whom I woofed at this morning, and he also sent a message?! My heart rate quickened as I glanced around me at the empty lobby and then back at my phone to open it.

I read his words discretely and thought to myself, it said enough to make it perfectly clear that he wanted to hook up, but there was something different about the horse's cadence... lighthearted and playful, direct but not rude. Something I had long since gotten used to not seeing around here. Wait a minute though, I thought as it dawned on me, he went ahead and unlocked his private photos already? I quickly became a bit skeptical, but as long as he'd done it, I thought I might as well have a look right?

I opened his private album before responding, and immediately hid my phone screen from the exactly zero people in the lobby with me. I chuckled to myself and lifted my phone again but angled it slightly more away from the door as I took in the magnificent visage on the screen. The way he laid back in such a soft, but extremely masculine pose was already causing a stir in my loins before I had even focused on the details of the image. He wore a very sexy, confident look on his face... the contrasting blonde forelock and his beautiful eyes pierced into mine... my own wandering across the ample muscles in the arm behind his head, and down across the lean muscle on his body to finally settle on his package. It was massive.. thicker than any of the others he had been with for sure -- potentially one of the thickest he'd ever seen here on the app -- and fairly long as well. I noticed then the absolutely gigantic balls that rested on the chair he sat on and my mouth began to water. I glanced around again to ensure the coast was clear, I brushed it off thinking that I would just blame the smell of the restaurant if anyone noticed. I briefly wondered why people didn't have face photos in their locked albums anymore and flipped over to the the second image, and as my jaw literally dropped, someone called my name. Hurriedly I pocketed my phone and walked over to retrieve my food, realizing I was fully hard in my slacks at this point. Panicked that the nice eagle at the counter would notice I turned and exited with a quick 'have a great night!'

getting back into my car I opened my phone again to see his second photo, my still fully erect dick throbbing in my jock. It was until this point, well, until after flipping between the two photos, that I discerned he was only half hard in his first photo, I wondered how far into that feline he reached.

My heart was racing at this point and I decided to respond to his message:

"hahaha, well thank you! I honestly appreciate the candor from you without the sense of entitlement that usually comes along with it. Everyone assumes that just because I'm a fox means that they automatically get a free all inclusive pass. I am thoroughly impressed with what's going on in your private album, no small part of that being your very handsome face. Another unusual thing around here. Anyways, I'd love to talk about the potential to grab a bite or something like that and get to know one another better. In the meantime, I can go ahead and unlock my photos for you as well... after all, I have gotten to see your face, it's only fair if you see mine."

I hit send and at this point I am approaching hyperventilation. I normally am very chill and don't get bent out of shape with this type of exchange, but something felt different.

I swiped over and unlocked my own private album... with inventory photos of my toy locker first, and then about four or five body shots, one of my hard cock (not small but not nearly as large as the equine's) from underneath, as I peeked around it into the camera, and two of my ass.. my favorite of which being where the camera angle peeked over my shoulder to reveal two tightly toned buns, covered in red fur that shone in the light, and two dimples in my lower back right above... wearing a slight smirk it was the first of several face photos which completed my album. yes, it had been unlocked for others previously, but currently it was unlocked for a total of two other profiles, both of whom lived out of state and remained good friends and connections. Still skeptical, I chuckled to myself and wondered what the horse's response would be to my more expansive private album after having made it clear that I'm not the easy fox most assume I am.

By the time I arrived back at the house the sun was already low in the sky and the street lights had already kicked on. I spent a lot more time over at Elizabeth's estate today than I had planned and with my unexpected activities at the pizza parlor, and I was so preoccupied with carrying the pizzas, thinking about the day, my imminent conversation with pop, and oh shit -- I had slightly forgotten about running through the books today -- that I didn't even notice that the guesthouse lights were on.

I was already hollering 'dad' as I closed the door behind me but as I turned around to hear the tv blaring in the living room, I knew he'd be asleep in the recliner with a beer in his hand already. I sat the pizzas down, made myself a plate, and shuffled off to my room. It was on the upper floor, quite large, and had floor to ceiling windows with two sets of equally large curtains, one sheer white and one blackout curtains. On the inside they were dark green with gold filigree patterning, to match the garden vibe of my room. The curtains were both open slightly in the middle. I devoured the four slices I brought with me and sat my plate at the far end of my room which served as my office. Finally I sat down on the small couch at the foot of my king bed and undressed fully before walking over to where I did my bookkeeping...

***

I was not disappointed in the least in what I had seen of the furs in this area. Well, I should clarify that my expectations were met. Remember how I said I had hopes that they weren't all just a bunch of leptons who's communicative skills were on par with people who had a triple digit IQ, but that first digit was a zero? Well, that hope was sorely let down. I'd lost count of the number of single word responses I'd received my inquisitive and open ended questions. After several hours of playing the 'wyd' game my mind started to tire of the situation. Not that I didn't have a few potential hookups set up for other times and dates, but that's all they were. Potential. Certainly the individuals were what the older generation would call 'lookers' but there obviously wasn't much else there.

Since my boredom was rearing its ugly head I decided I might as well do what I needed to do to set my home office up. Since the 'new normal' dictated that most people would work from home a few days out of the week most people had to have a decent home office. My work dictated all at home work which gave me incredible freedom to put down roots wherever I wanted to go. Now? Well, I had already tasted the big city life, and had sampled its ample offerings, however, living in that kind of place dulled the senses. Option paralysis wasn't the issue, but becoming dulled to the every day was a problem. Besides, there was something to be said about the "less hustle, less bustle, and friendlier people" lifestyle that suburbs offered. Not to mention the ease to the wallet and less expensive rent. Entertainment would be different, but hey, bars and clubs weren't the only places you could find 'fun.'

It only took several minutes to get the PC, laptop, and other networking hardware I had set up and positioned to my liking. The urge to work did kick in a bit and I have to admit to having been a bad horse, and putting in a couple of hours of 'cleaning up' of my work files. I shouldn't, but being dedicated to what I put my mind to is one thing this hoss does best. Be it work, or play.

Once that was completed I had some serious thinking to do. I was stuck for a couple of days with nothing to do, and I couldn't bring myself to really get involved in work more than I already did. Besides, if I did, the company tracking software would log me in as 'available' for more than a few hours, and then I'd have to explain to my boss, who had been adamant that I needed to burn my vacation time and to stop working so much why I was working on a day off. So with little options left, I did what I usually did in times like this.

I went for a run. Just about every afternoon my equine instincts would kick in, and I'd have to kick up my hooves. Back in highschool people used to tease that I was more like my feral brethren than most. Always running everywhere I went. Rarely would I walk. Trotting, cantering, or galloping. Then there had been the track team, and later college.

Stepping into my new bedroom I fished out my running gear from my "gear chest." Yeah, I had one of those. Who didn't? Why not? Easy to hide when 'company' was coming over, or easy to access as my whims drew me. It was a nice sturdy thing made of oak and cedar, and probably a hundred years old or more. Inside were two compartments, one side with my 'play things' and the other 'workout things.' Play things included such mundane things as a bevy of dildos, harnesses, cuffs, collars and hoods, slinks, chains, and whips. Workout things had mostly my workout clothes which could and did occasionally become useful for play, and of course being the show off I was, most were skimpy and revealing for my frame. Short shorts, jocks with ample sheath cover and ball pouches, tall leggings for my hocks, headbands, A-shirts, tanks, and cutoffs as well.

Selecting a nice white 'Trophy Horse' cotton jock that would keep my well filled sheath and foal makers contained, a bright red pair of tight running shorts that would accentuate those same assets, and a grey tight fitting A-shirt I quickly got dressed, and with quick glance in the mirror and a tie off of my mane to keep it from tangling and I was ready.

The afternoon was crisp and cool and felt good in my nose as I opened the door and stretched before I headed out, hooves clopping rhythmically on the sidewalk. House after house passed by, with a few furs out waving, and a few gawking as I trotted past, my tail held proudly high at the attention I was getting.

Soon though my thoughts drifted back to the fox I'd seen earlier on grrindr. That jock and soft ass of his had been absolutely inviting and I had hoped I hadn't overplayed my hand. However, I was pretty sure I'd struck the right tone. People who had little in their profile were one of two types. Thirsty, or cautious. I'd been pleasantly surprised more often than not by those kinds of profiles. The panther from my profile pic had been one. We probably would still have been fuck buddies or more if he'd not already been married and I hadn't moved a few years ago to the city.

Soon though, I realized I'd been running much longer than I had intended. It wasn't uncommon for me to get in a rhythm and to stick with it until I was several miles from home and of course that had happened. It was only when the sun was directly in my eyes that I had snapped out of my reverie. A quick check of the gps on my phone and health tracking program had confirmed I'd run a good five miles. Turning around I began trotting back home.

The sun was well down when I turned down the street and saw the main house and guest house in the distance. Slowing down I began my cooldown stretches as I reached the drive to the main house just as the front door opened.

My landlord was standing there stretching, with his evening's trash in his paw, making his way to the can on the side of the house nearest the guest house, his comfy t-shirt and boxers showing off his middle age. Not everyone was into buff guys or even dad bods, and this little fox definitely had a soft dad-bod going on.

"Evening Colton! Getting settled in?" The fox grinned shucking the trash into the bin with a thump.

"Yes, just back from my evening run. Definitely a nice evening for it." I stretched a bit and noticed the elder fox didn't bat an eye at my shameless display. He was possibly either clueless or not interested. Or both. However, that reminded me...

"Say, was that your son I saw this morning leaving in that pickup?" I asked, nodding at the same truck in the driveway as I stretched my legs a bit.

"Oh? Yeah that was him. You'll see him around I'm sure. He's always in and out. Just don't have any guest park behind him."

Ah...so it was his son I saw on the app this morning.

"Oh that'll be fine. If I do have guests, they'll park around back. Well, I'm going to finish up my stretches here and head in. Have a good evening!" I quipped trotting over to the backdoor of my cottage placing a hand up against the wall pulling my hoof back to give my quads a stretch.

"Yup, no problem. G'night!" The vulpine said heading back inside.

So he did have a son! A quick scan of the house and I saw it then. Light from what I assumed was an upstairs bedroom. Below on the ground floor I watched my landlord resume his position in front of his tv in his recliner. Then I saw the upstairs curtain twitch and a furry face glance down at me, russet fur illuminated slightly from the light behind. For a single moment he saw me and our eyes locked.

Interesting...

I smirked and nodded, then pulled out my phone and opened grrindr and saw his message...

"hahaha, well thank you! I honestly appreciate the candor from you without the sense of entitlement that usually comes along with it. Everyone assumes that just because I'm a fox means that they automatically get a free all inclusive pass. I am thoroughly impressed with what's going on in your private album, no small part of that being your very handsome face. Another unusual thing around here. Anyways, I'd love to talk about the potential to grab a bite or something like that and get to know one another better. In the meantime, I can go ahead and unlock my photos for you as well... after all, I have gotten to see your face, it's only fair if you see mine."

Swiping through his pics I was absolutely not disappointed. For a vulpine he had an absolutely splendid cock, and the face matched what I saw above me peeking from between the curtains, but what I was focused on was those furry buns he had on display. Just as pert and well formed as I could have wished with two sweet little dimples. Oh, he looked like heaven. Not to mention his reply was quite witty and definitely more than one word. And it turned out he smirked too. Such an interesting personality!

Hrm...time for a little fun.

I nodded up at the figure and began to type...

"Candor is my middle name as is discretion, and as far as entitled, you'd never guess it, but as an equine everyone seems to think they are either A.) Entitled to my dick, or B. )think *I* am going to be the entitled one. Far from it. I am a gentlehorse who knows how to behave based on the situation, and from the fact that I can see you spying down on me, I think you must be interested. Am I wrong? Probably not. LOL. I definitely am, interested that is, nor wrong. My other middle names are discretion and respect. I didn't say anything to your dad, and I intend to keep things entirely on a friendly level no matter what happens. That being said, you have an absolutely fuckable ass that begs to be filled. So yes, if you'd like to get "a bite" sometime let me know, though I think you might be interested in more than a bite - eventually. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. Well, you know where I live so I leave it in your paws Handsome."

Hitting send, I glanced up as I heard the telltale ding that told me he had the app open, and I watched him read my message. As soon as he finished his eyes widened and he looked down at me. Smiling, I gave him a little salute and grabbed the semi that had formed in my jock as I'd looked at his message. His little muzzle formed a silent 'o.'

Tossing my mane proudly I turned around and unlocked the back door to the cottage, opened it and flicked the light on inside, knowing I was now fully backlit. With one good stretch I pulled my sweat sodden A-shirt off, reached down, and pulled the running shorts off, shaking them slightly to unruffle them.

Standing gloriously, and very sweatily almost nude in only my jock, I draped the garments on the small hedge next to the door to dry followed by a quick glance back over my shoulder to see the effect this had had. The sweet little vulpine had not moved a muscle and looked entranced.

And now for the finale...

With a quick bend and flip and cock of a hoof I pulled the jock off and carefully laid the poor thing next to the other two cloth items on the hedge to also dry, letting my nether regions breathe freely in the crisp evening ear. I gave a little shake of my hips to set them in motion, the flare of my cock slapping my leg, a small bead of pre glistening on the tip, the sound of it hitting against my furred flesh clearly audible even upstairs.

A soft whimper was all the applause I needed and nickered in pleasure. With one last glance and a smirk over my shoulder I called back so he could clearly hear me. "Let me know handsome, ball's in your court now...could be just more than my balls too..."

I softly stepped into the cottage and with a gentle click closed the door smiling to myself, a little thrill of anticipation running down my spine.

***

As I made my way over toward my desk, I noticed a darkened figure in the soft glow of the backyard lighting.. I say backyard but the house being an L-shape, it was more of a courtyard, with the guest house being almost cut out of the main one... and I peered down into the courtyard through the decently sized crack in my curtains. My eyes focused on the darkened outline of a fit equine... as I noticed his dapple gray coloring, and blonde mane, my heart started to thump wildly in my chest.

I strained my eyes to attempt a confirmation and I thought incredulously "no fucking way"... and before I could recognize him in the faint glow of his phone, as he was just out of the reach of the warm white lighting, my phone rang with the familiar ding from a Grrrinder notification. The simple sound that caused my heart to drop entirely out of my body..

I glanced down at the notification that had just popped up on my already open app -- sometimes I just enjoyed seeing what would come as I worked diligently away on the books....

"Candor is my middle name as is discretion, and as far as entitled, you'd never guess it, but as an equine everyone seems to think they are either A.) Entitled to my dick, or B. )think *I* am going to be the entitled one. Far from it. I am a gentlehorse who knows how to behave based on the situation, and from the fact that I can see you spying down on me, I think you must be interested. Am I wrong? Probably not. LOL. I definitely am, interested that is, nor wrong. My other middle names are discretion and respect. I didn't say anything to your dad, and I intend to keep things entirely on a friendly level no matter what happens. That being said, you have an absolutely fuckable ass that begs to be filled. So yes, if you'd like to get "a bite" sometime let me know, though I think you might be interested in more than a bite - eventually. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. Well, you know where I live so I leave it in your paws Handsome."

As I finished reading his words I looked back at him with a snap, unaware my muzzle had fallen agape. I stood there staring at him with an unwanted feeling of disbelief, and as he made a small gesture then grabbed at his bulging nethers... my mouth watered as I remained transfixed on his every move. I watched as he walked over to the door to the guest house and flipped on the light inside. Bathed in shadow he began to undress and my mind and heart (and cock!) all moved at record speeds...

'dad rented out the guesthouse? Why didn't he tell me?! and what were the chances that this extremely attractive horse from the app this morning was the renter?' I wondered why I never thought to look at this distance earlier today.

as my mind and heart raced each other my cock had grown as stiff as a beam, restricted only by my jock -- though my eyes stayed dutifully watching the horse's movements. I was only able to make out the most subtle details... the lines along the silhouette of his well kept body, the visible heat rolling off of him into the cool night air, the light hair of his mane tied back. He glanced over his shoulder at me and every hair stood up on my entire body, still fully enamored with watching him. he swooshed his -- quite full looking, by the contrasting outline of his shadowed being -- jockstrap right off... turning just rightly so that I was able to make out the outline of his stunning sheath and partly exposed cock, as well as the glisten of the light behind him which twinkled through the substantial pre drip from his glans. The horse made a wiggle, and I distinctly heard it make contact with his thigh.

*thwap* the sound startled me, and I felt a large amount of pre push out of the now swollen head of my dick. I looked down to take in the fact that I had actually been leaking profusely and had a moist trail of fur starting from the pre-soaked jock, dripping out and down the soft fur of my balls and down my thigh. I didn't intend to but as the sound echoed through my window and brain, I let out a loud whimper..

"Shit -- did he hear me? Is the window open right now?!" In reality the distance was just not really that far, and the acoustics of the courtyard made it sound like he was right next to me... and then my heart sank even further still as I heard him whinny softly and call out to me: ""Let me know handsome, ball's in your court now...could be just more than my balls too..."

I thought to myself, was this horse crazy?! What if my dad heard him?! As the door to the guesthouse clicked shut I snapped my eyes over to the patio door from the kitchen to the courtyard.. remembering quickly that dad was already passed out with the tv on blast... "calm down Drew" I said to myself aloud.

I began to pace back and forth in my room, and occasionally would shoot a glance out the window to see if anything had changed. About ten minutes had passed since the horse shut the door to the cottage. I glanced out again.... Still no change. The lights weren't off in the ample sized guest house, but they were dim -- the horses running clothes still steaming slightly on the hedges.

I had to do something... he said "the balls in your court". I was losing track of my own thoughts as the images I just witnessed flashed vividly in my mind's eye... this stallion was easily pulling the lustful parts of me I kept hidden away, out and to the surface. After a few moments I suddenly rubbed my face and muzzle with a paw, adjusted my jockstraps, and headed downstairs.

I sidled down the hallway towards the kitchen and den, to hear dad sawing logs before I was ever able to reach him with my eyes. Cleverly, I flipped the switch which governed the motion sensors on the outdoor lights and I snuck over to the sliding glass doors to the courtyard area and slipped out quietly. I padded across the lawn towards the closed cottage door... all of the blinds on the windows and door lowered.

I arrived at the door and before knocking something caused me to peer through the blinds... I didn't know what I was going to say to him besides introducing myself anyway. I was actually kind of the odd vulpine when it came to personal relationships. Very shy and equal parts cautious and awkward... My eyes grew to the size of saucers when I saw, inside, the stallion now in full detail... and sprawled out for my eyes, feasting pleasure. He was laid back on the couch that mostly faced the door, legs sprawled out wide... almost exactly like his photo on Grrinder, except without the arm behind his head. The shades of black, gray and white hair sheened softly in the light. At this distance I could see his mussed up mane let down and contrasting against the rest of him, light shining through it -- it looked soft and I suddenly wanted to run my paws through it and across his body hair. One fingerhoof of his right hand on a computer mouse, the other...?

My eyes suddenly locked in on the glorious sight before me. The stallion had his fully engorged 'horsehood' on display in his other hoof! He was stroking it slowly, milking what seemed like massive globs of precum out of his faintly flared head. His medial looked about as thick as a piece of blackboard chalk, and as my eyes soaked up every photon I thought to myself suddenly, 'what the hell am I doing?! I'm out here, ACTUALLY spying on this horse now...' I peered around the bush at the sliding glass door into the kitchen. 'My response to his message isn't going to matter if he fucking catches me.'

The lustful fox in me took back over my brainwaves and I go in to peer again, my own cock strained against my jock, the straps straining to contain my junk. He was jerking his full length now! his truly orange sized, leathery black balls were bobbing and jumping lightly and I could hear him from the outside of the door.. {tenor range} growls emanating from the room just feet from where I was having the most intense real life voyeur experience of my life. I couldn't stop watching, my eyes transfixed on him as I started to rub at my own dick... helpless to feel somewhat inferior, and already soaked through my jock. I glanced over and noticed his running clothes still laying over the hedges that obscured the door from the rest of the main house, except the master suite where I watched him from moments prior. Already acting a bit more daring than I would normally, I snatched up his jock into my paw and buried my muzzle into it, drawing in a long even breath of his smell, it invaded my muzzle and snaked it's way to my brain. It was heavy and musky, not overwhelming in a bad way -- he probably ate fairly healthily -- but simply intoxicating. I felt my head start to swim, and instead of relieving my nose what did I do? I took another huge huff of this stallion's jock and it hit me hard... so intensely in fact that I hadn't noticed the cottage door open to me, knocked back on my haunches, with the horse's jock hanging off of my snout....

***

So after closing the door, I slipped on my rubber hoof coverings so I wouldn't slip on the tile and sat down on my couch and waited for a couple of minutes. While I was full of the thrill of what I had just done, I also was very aware that it was a gamble. One of my traits, amongst the others noted so far, is that I like to push the envelope. Maybe it has to do with the feral horse DNA that causes our wild brethren to want to test the limits of what they can get away with when being trained, maybe it's just built into our DNA, or it could just be that I'm a bit headstrong, reckless, and a tiny bit of an ass.

I had already figured there were a few ways as to how this would play out. Option one was that absolutely nothing would happen, that the little supple fox would pull himself together, not wanting to get mixed up with a renter of his dad's place, and I would hear nothing else having driven him away. The second was that I would get a message saying that the little vulpine was interested and would like to possibly get together, especially after that little show. The third option would be that I would get a knock on my door, and a very excited little fellow would want to get laid right here, and right now.

A few minutes passed and there was no ding, or woof from grrrindr so I shut it down and logged off. No need to keep leading other potential suitors on letting them think they had a chance now that I possibly had someone interested. Besides, all that would happen is I would end up with an incredibly full inbox if I didn't respond or log off.

Hrm....so no message back. That eliminates option two, and leaves the other two options. Being ignored, or approached immediately Whelp...

I began puttering around, got up, drank some water, and sat back down on the couch. I'd just come in from a quick run, but that didn't bother me. I didn't stink after a run. Not like most guys. They'd get all sodden and whiffy, I just got a tad musky, and my musk was a very subtle thing. I'm a horse so it tends to be a bit sweet, with only a very light hint of funk. Not like carnivores who can smell like, well, carnivores.

After a few more minutes I slipped my phone on its charger, and began to relax my personal laptop on the tv tray next to me. My ample sheath was very plumped up from the thought of even the possibility of getting into that fox's little jock and hole, so I figured I might as well do an exercise of another kind. Besides, if the little fox didn't show up, I'd be too worked up to sleep properly, so I might as well enjoy myself.

Flipping through some of my favorite porn sites I came across the best one and did a quick search for fox+equine. It was a popular search and plenty of videos lined the screen. Glancing quickly I selected one that looked appropriate. "Subby fox takes on daddy hoss and gets trained."

Tracing my flare with one thick fingerhoof a few dollops of pre joined the other already ample samples that had flooded out earlier. I could, and often did, precum on command, but sometimes I liked to coax my own lube out naturally. Flicking the audio down I watched the silent video, letting my fingers circle the bumpy flare. God that felt so good. Like a certain set of fox lips running over them. I could imagine the smile the little guy would have as he marveled at how I tasted.

The clear pre glistened and I scooped up a large drop to my hooftip and brought it to my lips, tasting my own juice. Sweet, and a little pungent. Oh, he'd enjoy it so much.

"Rrrrr I bet you'd like more than just the tip wouldn't you little guy?" I snarled. Yeah. Snarled. Horses can snarl just like anyone else. Ever see an angry horse, or one fully aroused? It's usually quite surprising to the uninitiated. Flashing teeth and eyes, and a menacing look from an equine shocks one who isn't used to it. But I didn't go that far right now, no. I was too intent on what I was doing.

The warm thickness of my own cock filled my hand as I gripped it tightly, giving it a good long stroke. I had absolutely no intention of cumming. At least not yet. If little foxy couldn't get it together and come see me, then maybe much later I'd cum on my own, but for now I was going to exercise my mind and think of all the things I wanted to do. Preparing myself for the possibility always kept me on my game.

I was well engrossed with the video and my own ministrations, feeling the pre ooze out almost freely now, my hefty nuts bobbing in time with each long stroke, keeping myself on edge and in sync with what I saw on the screen when something caught my eye. Movement. Outside. A quick flash of red fur.

Did you know horses can move quietly? Not many people do. They see our big feathered hooves, hear those loud hoof clops on the pavement and assume we make a racket all the time. Well, we don't. So I slowly slipped up, the rubber hoof coverings helping to mask any sound, and very carefully made my way to the door's blinds. I'd left them open just enough to be able to see anything outside my door, you know, just in case little red decided to stop by.

What I saw made me almost cheer and laugh at the same time. The sweetest little fox was standing there, hunched over, and almost nude. His white jock stood starkly against his russet and cream fur, his toned little body shining in the moonlight, his eyes lidded almost all the way closed, but I doubt he would see anything right now as he had my jock pressed fully against his muzzle.

To say I got harder than iron is an understatement. My cock surged immediately to rock hard attention and slapped my belly, coating my grey and black abs with an ample supply of horse juice.

"Oh fuck"

It was whispered and barely audible, and for a moment I thought it had come from me, but it had come unconsciously from the fox.

So very quietly I turned the knob and pulled the door silently in and open just as he went in for a second bigger scent when his eyes opened for a moment and he fell backwards on his haunches, a soft 'oof' coming from his lips, my jock hanging from his snout.

I have to say in retrospect it took every ounce of control I had to either not burst out laughing, or not pull him inside and rail him right then and right there just as hard as I could. I could smell the need coming off of him so intensely it made me sweat a little. Sweet, slightly pungent, and oh so very enticing, every inch of him was begging to be bred. Most of this delicious scent was coming from the ample pre running down his leg. Even now, even as frightened as he was, he was still incredibly turned on and I could see his cock pulse with his heartbeat, its firmness never wavering.

Reigning myself in, I sighed through my nose, crossed my arms a bit and looked down, raising an eyebrow, trying to look stern.

"Well now, I see you are most definitely interested, though this wasn't quite the response I would have expected, but I am exceedingly flattered nonetheless. I'm Colton, or Cole for short..."

I reached a paw out and down and smiled slightly, softening my expression. Oh sure I could have gone for gruff and ruff top right off the bat, pulling him inside, kissing him, and railing him as hard as I could, but something told me that would have scared him off way too much. Going in all concerned would have wounded his pride and made things awkward, but me being my charming self mixing rough with nice? That would probably work just fine, besides I liked being charming. It was my default and natural personality afterall.

The fox's lips worked soundlessly for a second.

"Uh... D... Drew?" he blinked owlishly in a daze.

He had a slightly lower voice than me, but quite musical.

"Hrm, are you asking me or telling me your name, little one?" My paw remained where it was, and it took a few heartbeats, but the fox pulled himself together, just enough.

"Telling, most definitely. Um, yes. Drew. I'm Drew." He looked as if he was on the verge of panicking again once he spoke, but I wouldn't let him.

"Nice to meet you handsome, now, why don't you come in here before one of the neighbors, or heaven forbid your father, comes to see what all the ruckus is about hey?"

His paw was warm, and small. As a clyde I was big. Not like my father, no, more like my mother, but I was still a good foot and a half bigger than him, if not more. He came right up to the middle of my pec. A slight tug on his paw and possibly the reminder that his old man was inside not more than thirty feet from us was all the direction he needed and he stepped gently over the threshold and into the den, and with a quick push I shut the door tight with a thunk and click.

The vulpine looked around at the inside of the guest house which he had assuredly seen a zillion times but right now seemed to be seeing it for the very first time. At least with my things inside.

"Nice. You ah, just moved in?" He asked. It was nice to see he recovered fast. He padded around a little, his toeclaws making soft ticks against the tile floor as he moved. I couldn't keep my eyes from his pert little ass, and his supple back, and of course the poor kit was clueless to the fact that my jock was still hanging from his nose.

I nodded in response to his question. "Yes, I just finished moving in over the last three days.

It's quite a thing to see, a young, handsome, in shape, and sexy as all hell fox walking as if in a dream around your living space. It was a vision I would never forget. How could I? Drew kept himself in shape, and I had to say I was a definite fan. My balls began to ache with a need that had been growing for a while now.

"So, ah, Drew. This is probably not how you intended to meet me, and I may have overplayed my hand a bit, but..I am quite pleased to see you are as interested as you are. I certainly am interested in you in turn, just as much."

His eyes widened a little bit as he came to a stop in front of me..

"I'm also quite pleased about this...."

With a quick flip I snagged the jock from his snout where it was still dangling and pulled it to my own muzzle for a quick sniff. The youngster looked shocked."

I gave him a throaty chuckle as I sniffed my own jock as I watched his expression. "Such a shame more people aren't into that. Scent. We furs forget our roots sometimes and try to mask our smells with perfumes and washes. I certainly don't."

I stepped back to the couch and flicked the laptop closed, ending the porno that was on there. Drew stepped forward transfixed and still looking at me.

"So...how did you find my scent, little fox? Go ahead, you can tell me. Tell me what you thought? After all, equines have a good sense of smell as well, enough so that even without words I actually know what you think. But knowing? Just knowing? Where's the fun in that? I actually would like to hear you say it. Besides, I do have to say *I* can smell you from here, and you smell...amazing..."

His little muzzle dropped open a little, and I could see it then, his cock flexed, as did mine in response. One fat drop of pre oozed out of my broad tip at that moment, and slowly snaked down my achingly hard pink and black mottled flesh, down past the thick medial ring, towards my hefty nuts below, soaking them in a shiny tribute to the lurid thought I was having.

"...and besides. There are far worse words to have in a first meeting aren't there? After all, saying, 'you smell amazing' is, in my mind, a good thing..."

***

"So...how did you find my scent, little fox? Go ahead, you can tell me. Tell me what you thought? After all, equines have a good sense of smell as well, enough so that even without words I actually know what you think. But knowing? Just knowing? Where's the fun in that? I actually would like to hear you say it. Besides, I do have to say *I* can smell you from here, and you smell...amazing..."

the horse's words echoed in my skull... and despite my brain wanting terribly to explain myself, my mind took over and responded naturally, shocking even myself.

"I expected it to be a lot mustier, but your scent is softer, still very much a masculine smell..." I trail off, "it was intoxicating really. They should bottle it for the bath and body furs." I winked at the Clyde.

What was happening?! Who was I? I would NEVER normally act like this.. I came down here to say hello, introduce myself, and ask him if he wanted some pizza for fucks sake... but something about this hoss just drew me in. It wasn't just the physical, though anyone with eyes could see that Colton was in great shape. It was something about the way he conducted himself... Forward, but not disrespectful.

I was standing about a foot from him now. He towered over me and peered down with the quick flash of a grin. I still couldn't tell you if it was the lingering smells of his jock on my muzzle or if it was the fact that my face was nearly perfectly level with his armpit (which looked like my whole head might nestle into it like a puzzle piece) but I felt tipsy in a way.

"I should really say that I don't normally conduct myself in such a forward way, but there's something different... more respectful and sincere... about your direct approach. It's appreciated, as it is rare."

As I spoke I allowed my eyes to feast on his body up close. The way his hair laid across his defined torso and chest. Looking him up and down, his glistening erection caused my own cock to strain against my jock.

Colton's gaze bore into me, and I felt a hot blush under my fur. "As I said Drew, I'd be crazy not to be interested in such a sexy vulpine such as yourself. You have a nice little toned body, and a certain look in your eye that really appeals to me... hungry, but not desperate.. you're keen and most don't make it to that point with you, do they?"

Shit, he was spot on! Slightly panicked I wasn't sure what to say, unaware my mouth was moving without making words again.

Colton grinned even bigger and spoke up, "I'm glad you like my scent little kit. You're welcome to have another whiff if you'd like, but I really want you to know that I'm not trying to get you into any trouble with your dad, and I absolutely don't want you feeling pressured to do anything you're not comfortable with. We can take it as fast or slow as you want."

My big green/gold eyes were pouty and begging as I nodded softly.

The Clydesdale lifted his arm and before I could even imagine burying my snout in it, the smell permeated my senses once more. I felt my cock throb and strain into my jock and let out a whimper as I watched Colton's flared head push out a squash ball sized drop of nectar.

I stepped forward timidly as I licked my lips at the display of his productive power and sweating slightly I looked up at his face, his eyes watching my every single move. They were expansive, almost as dark as the night outside, and wore a sultry look. He knew I was going to accept the offer to bury my face in there, but he didn't come off as expectant...just patiently waiting to see what I was going to do next.

With one slow step, I leaned forward and lightly pressed my nose against his armpit and took a deep even breath in and exhaled slowly.

"Good fox." Dal coaxed as his free hand came up to softly pull my head tightly into him, his warmth radiating from his larger body. The movement startled me slightly, however his grip was gentle, insistent, but not forceful, and his broad mit did not linger as I drew in my second breath satisfied I was positioned properly.

The scent here was a bit cleaner than that of his jock and I felt a slight thrill as suddenly I felt his rough fingerhooves trace down the center and small of my back, and back up again, ever so lightly, causing every hair follicle on my body to electrify.

Again I inhaled a third, slightly choppy breath, and felt my arm being lifted above my head. The stallion bent down, and pressed his large muzzle with ease and took one long whiff of my furry pit, and I felt his junk thicken even more as it pressed against my abs, now an almost small river of precum flowing from the broad tip, which ran down and began coating my belly, sheath, and balls.

I stepped back from him one pace, an almost drunken expression on my face, and a definite smile. My already bright fur becoming nearly iridescent red.

"Mmmmmmmmfph... can I taste your juices?"

Another fat drop of pre pushed out of his glans and balanced on the tip and I heard him snort with pleasure.

Is that comfortable kit?" He nodded to my crotch. My dick had grown so hard I felt I might hammer a nail through two inches of wood with solely my hard-on and I suddenly realized it was tortured by the prison of my jockstrap, which by now could be rung out for my own pre.

"Is it okay if I take it off?" I returned, so misplaced from my normal comfort zone.. slightly panicked and scared, but so incredibly turned on.

The horse chuckled and whinnied softly and replied, "I'd like that very much".

I made losing my jock a bit of a show... taking it off in a way that caused my cheeks to spread just enough to let the imagination take over.

Turning around I got down on all fours in front of this incredible specimen of a horse, and crawled closer to his spread legs. His balls dropped low and hung heavy, his thick pre making the pink and gray mottled skin of his shaft shine.

Taking the heft of his meat in both of my paws it finally began to set in how thick he was. I was unable to close my paws around it, and he was still leaking heavily.

Leaning forward eagerly I buried my muzzle underneath his massive foalmakers, my snout pressing deep under them, they split up and hung across my face, capable of easily shadowing my entire vision.

Eagerly I licked my way from the horse's taint, to his balls and into the crack between his leg and groin, before reaching his sheathe and still rock hard dick, my dexterous tongue lapping up the sweet juice. Above me I heard a gusty sigh and felt the Clydesdale relax some as my warm tongue made contact with his flared head. Colton tasted incredible. Thick, sticky, and sweet, with a heavy smell similar to that of his jock. My tongue traced the bumpy edge of his flare and let my lips brush against it as well, using my paws to milk more of the delicious fluid out, continuously kissing his flat flared glans and drinking his now freely flowing juices. My eyes traveled up and I gazed into his eyes with a look of absolute need in my eyes. Begging to be controlled, fucked, and pumped full.

"Like this?"

***

Oh fuck! Those beautiful emerald eyes, that luxurious fur, those tiny paws, and that pert ass and lazily swaying tail. Like THIS!? Oh yes....absolutely...just....like....that....

I couldn't stop the snort and soft whicker that escaped from deep in my chest. "Mmmm yes kit. JUST like that. His little maw was so suculently and softly suckleing every drop of my equine juices. He would never get more than the fat tip and an inch or two beyond that into his little mouth, but he did more with what he had than anyone had before. Oh sure, I am a leaker, but this much? No. Not usually, and the sexy fox was greedily asking for so much more with those two words.

I would have had to have been an absolute novice at sex to not know what he was, not asking, but implying. He was implying that I should lift him up and shove him down and breed him like the mare he wanted to be.

Oh and we were absolutely going to do that, but not quite yet. As much as he wanted to do that, I know that there would be no way I would physically be able to get more than an inch or so inside his tight little hole.

As the kit suckled at my broad flared tip I wet two of my formidable fingers and winked at him.

"Keep that up handsome, let daddy hoss check you over now." My voice dropped into its husky range, a light equine rhasp to it as I bent forward the palm of my mit easily gripping one entire round cheek of his firm ass.

His fur was so soft, the cinnamon red fur caressed the palm, the muscle taught and tensed slightly as I slid my hand down to cup his cheek, one finger lightly brushing in his cleft seeking his soft little puckered treat.

There was a soft whine and I felt the fox push back gently, angling himself so I could easily find his treasure spot. It felt soft, and taught and pulsed slightly as I prodded it.

"Oh, little fox, we're going to have to do better by you and train you up propper aren't we? Especially if someday we're going to put that in here" I said, pressing my thick digit against him and flexing my cock with the words.

"Mmmmf yes daddy." His voice was quiet and low, yet he kept suckling as I pressed deeper into him, his little ring relaxing as he moaned.

"Good boy. Such a good and eager little kit."

I pressed into him gently, but my own desires were building. I just had to have a taste of fox.

My movement was quick, and with a short yip of surprise I lifted the lithe fox up and shifted myself, his paw never one leaving my thick and pulsing meat.

"What?" For a moment he sounded scared.

"Now now, little one, easy. It's ok, but if daddy is really going to see what you have going on down there, I need to get a bit closer, and we need to reposition."

You know, people don't really react all that quickly if you move with authority. It wasn't that I was taking control in a bad way, I was just being expedient, and letting the little fox get a better angle on the treat he was enjoying.

As I settled I think Drew realized what was happening. I'd laid myself down, my back on the couch and had positioned the fox to be sitting on my chest, his muzzle pressed firmly against my throbbing equine cock.

"Ooooh yes....g...good...y...yess...it's thicker than I imagined...God..." He moaned resuming his sucking, positioning himself with tail lifted so that his dainty rump was now aimed straight at my face.

"Good boy."

Oh, such a sight I had, what a view! A little river of cream fur clove his cheeks in twain, and the sweetest little pink hole that I'd ever seen was right in front of me, his ample fox nuts and his pre soaked taint giving off a sweet and spicy musk. Gently ran my rough broad horse tongue rhasp down his taint to his hole lapping at his pre and slicking him down with my saliva. Such a divine taste, my head swam with fox as I eagerly devoured and explored him with my muzzle.

I gripped his furred rump with both large hands and squeezed appreciatively imagining how hot he would look and feel once I was firmly planting my foals deep inside of him, he let out such a throaty and lusty moan as I did so.

Fuuuuuck....

Remember how I said I was patient? I have to admit that here I lost only a slight bit of patience and began to lap hungrily at his hole, letting my tongue prod into him a bit, I felt him tense, yip, then he let out almost purr as he relaxed as I greedily ate him out.

"Ooooh" we both moaned as I felt more pre ooze into his muzzle, and felt him lap at my throbbing cock as I leaked, if possible, even more sticky pre into his eagerly sucking muzzle.

Slowly, ever so slowly I felt his hole open a little more as I nipped and prodded at his delicate ring and soon I snaked a few thick inches of my broad tongue deep into him feeling him push eagerly back into my snorting muzzle. I realized I would have to breathe soon, and regretfully pulled back and huffed.

"Mmmf! You know...not only do you smell amazing little fox, you taste of heaven." I chuckled, breathing deeply.

***

Such a good and eager little kit.' ... 'Daddy Hoss' ... 'train me up proper' ...

His words rang throughout my entire being. Not just his words, obviously, but also the way he spoke... with confidence his tone and diction which matched his actions, he had turned me already, to fox scented play-doh.. being sculpted by this equines authoritative hand.

I continued to suck and lap at his wide flat tip as instructed. Not that I was unhappy doing so. His sweet sap filling my senses with his taste and scent, I could feel each inhalation ripple through my fur. It would travel down to my pelvic floor to be met with the, quite warm, and slightly rough tongue of the equine. It felt as if the width of it was more than that of my entire perineum as it folded slightly to fit the crack of my glutes.

When his tongue finally made contact with my hole the pressure was firm enough to let the tip of his tongue begin to spread my hole ever so slightly. My smell had to have been pungent on his muzzle by now.... His juices were so thick they coated my tongue, cheek and muzzle as I continued to moan and gulp the stuff down as if my life depended on it.

As he began to work a few inches of his tongue into me, I felt not only my sphincter begin to relax but also my entire body... I naturally fell into the arc of his body and my hind legs spread out ever so slightly -- my hips relaxing more and pushing back into his maw. His lips and nostrils tickled my fur as he softly snorted and withdrew...

"Mmmf! You know...not only do you smell amazing little fox, you taste of heaven" .... My own mind swimming in the combination of his taste and aroma as I felt my hole pulse at his words.

"you taste... er than fine wine... more than.... any th... r'anyone... daddy..." the sentence staggered out. I knew what I was doing... egging him on, trying to pull a bit more of the impatient horse out of him, fully knowing I wouldn't be able to take his dick yet -- no matter how badly either of us wanted me to.

Despite the toys I imagined were training me as needed, they weren't... I wasn't ready, and we both knew it. I paused to let my next choice of words fall with clear diction, "I could drink your juices like water Dal... and I'll do anything to be trained by you."

I heard a huff and a knicker and knew it had struck the chord I hoped it would... I tightened, and then pushed out my ring to tease him further, still taught overall... and with a swirl of my tongue I smoothly pulled his engorged flare into my muzzle. It instinctively gushed as if to lubricate my warm maw, and was so warm... nearly hot to my tongue. His precum made it fairly easy to get the first inch or so in... but I was determined and had a hidden breath talent, as yoga was a big way I kept in shape... and he'd find out momentarily too...

Another, slightly more audible snarl came from the hoss, and I felt his tongue split the tightness of my warm aperture again.. easily snaking a few inches of his tongue back into me, he swirled and rolled it with ample dexterity. I could feel my body continue to ease up and repose, and as his tongue brushed against my p-spot, I shuddered and my muzzle gaped open further, allowing what felt like another inch or so of his girthy shaft to push in. This also caused my own cock to throb and twitch heavily, and it felt as though his tongue *was* my erection. As if it had snaked its way past my button, and up through my sheath.

I could feel both of our units gush more in unison.. and as he stroked and poked my button further I realized I wasn't going to be able to contain myself...

*ZING*

Another wave of delight rolled through my body. This time from its seat upward through even my ears, which laid back in a mostly relaxed position, causing them to perk and stand straight up. I tried hard to act in time, to speak the words to warn him that I was coming... but as his cock was still buried in my muzz, all that came out was muffled moans as my body began to shiver and my hole tightened its grip on his tongue. I began to shoot, and rope after rope of my hot kits coated the equines lower abdomen. Still without having come up for air, I take a deep inhale through my nostrils as I climax and force my throat to open to his medial. It's a bit more of a challenge than expected but I'm capable.

I heard a low gasp from behind me... I think to myself, 'did I go too far? I didn't really want him to cum yet... I just wanted to show him that I'm not entirely untrained... don't want him losing interest...'

***

I knew what was going to happen well before it did, and probably even before the little kit knew where his body was taking him. If there was one thing I was, it was thorough, and I was very thorough in my learning how to please people I was with. Being an equine, I had gotten used to having to be patient, take my time, and know how to work someone over and keep them interested in what was going on. Far too many times some pretty young thing would be spellbound by my dick, insist they were ready, and impale themselves before I could warn them, only for them to realize just WHAT they were trying to fit WHERE.

So, since I was patient I had learned how to work up my partners, get them going, keep them there, and knew when they were going to push themselves right over the edge. Normally I wouldn't have let the little fox push himself over quite so soon, but I had to know. I just needed to know what his level of dedication was.

"...and I'll do anything to be trained by you."

Thos words had goaded me to a place I hadn't been before, at least in this reality. In my own mind, why yes I had gone 'there.' A place deep within myself where I knew I would be able to dedicate myself and train someone. Friend, friend with benefits, something more? That wasn't the point, at least not yet. No, it was someone who trusted me enough to push them, to goad them on, and to get them to new levels of pleasure, and connection within themselves.

Oh, we wouldn't get there all in one night. I doubt we'd establish that boundary just yet. Not....yet. But...the potential was there, and the door was open for me to step in, and the fox had just beckoned me in.

His tongue swirled, his hole pushed back, and he melted against me.

Ahhh...

I could tell something had changed for the young fox. In that moment, something had bent inside him, either trust, or something else, and he dove down on my cock like a pro. Oh, physicality is one thing, but dedication? That you can't train. Not true dedication. Not like this. How his lithe little tongue swirled, the warmth and curl of it against my broad flared glans, darting for a moment into the tip to lap directly from the source before beginning again, how his little hole pulsed and spread open a bit more, my broad flat tongue curling deep inside him, further than most would ever get, was almost too much even for myself.

With a herculean effort of will I steadied my brain, doing a little mental exercise I knew, knowing full well that if I came now, the poor guy would choke. Not sexy.

But oh how I wanted to flood his little muzzle with my foals, to feel my warm sticky stalin seed soak his lips, forehead, hair tufts, all of him. Not yet, horsey, oh no, not yet.

A moment passed, another, I was back under control, never stopping my hungry feeding of his ass, my tongue and lips making themselves well known to the fox. Oh how my nose was full of him, that creamy cleft, so inviting.

Then I felt it, it was a tiny shift in how he moved. Was that a slight shiver? A tiny muscle pulse in his hole told me the story. It was ready to cum.

And now he did, he shuddered, but instead of pulling back, he pushed down even more, the thick broad tip slipping into his throat, his little lips kissing my medial, sharp breaths whistling out his nose as finally he shuddered one last time, and I felt, and smelled him, my nose engulfed in his very essence. Clover, spice, grass, musk, mine.

Thick warm cum gushed out of his engorged and hefty little cock, the redness of it twitching violently as he shot rope after rope of fox seed onto my belly, his body tensing and relaxing, my tongue pushing into his little nut, massaging it as gently as I could, pushing him to cum even more.

For a moment all was still, I could only hear a slight gasp, as he gently pulled himself off my rigid cock, his toned legs bending as he gently lifted himself.

Slowly he pulled up, his breath huffing in his throat. "I..."

Yeah, I already knew where this was going to go. "I'm sorry I came so quickly...I didn't mean..." We were about to go on an apology tour of a not-sexy kind, and I was not about to let that happen. Oh absolutely not. He didn't deserve that. No, what he deserved was a reward.

Move with authority, and no one will question you. Thats one way to put it. Another is, ask first, beg permission later. However, my own motto was, strike hard, strike fast, leave none behind. By none I meant regrets.

Being bigger than him helped a lot. I pushed myself up, and pulled him over and down onto the couch with a soft oof, his sticky belly, cock, and horse creamed face driven right into a pillow, his emerald eyes wide.

Breathing deeply, my broad dappled nose was pressed up against his cheek as I straddled him, my left mit pushing down on the small of his back, the other I steadied myself near his head, watching his ears twitch backward in supplication and maybe a little fear.

I rubbed my fox scented muzzle against his slick wet cheek, licking a little of my pre off his fur.

"Mmmm...good foxy. Very good. You're ready for lesson one then, since you wished to be trained, and rest assured, daddy is a very good trainer. And lesson one is, make daddy happy."

Slowly I pressed the fat tip of my cock right up to his furred cheeks, yet another fat drop of precum wetting his already well lubed hole.

"Oh, no, not my cock little one, at least not all of it, but you should at least feel a little of what you're going to be trained to do, right foxy? You do want to be trained right?" I asked my voice as deep and as husky as it would go.

"Y...ye'es daddy, I do." He whispered, those green eyes wide, his little tongue licked his lips delicately.

"Good little kit."

Gripping my fat cock I pressed forward, the tip pushing against his hole, the little fox whimpered, yet pushing back.

"That's right kit, I know I said you wouldn't be able to take it tonight, and I meant it. But by 'it' I meant all of it. You certainly have proven yourself capable of taking a little bit of it. Besides, how else am I going to mark you and fill your hole little one? Afterall, I want you to stink of me by the time you leave here tonight, and that will make daddy happy.

***

"Oh, no, not my cock little one, at least not all of it, but you should at least feel a little of what you're going to be trained to do, right foxy? You do want to be trained right?" I asked my voice as deep and as husky as it would go.

"Y...ye'es daddy, I do." I couldn't help but to lick the stallions dripping pre from my muzzle. There was so much of it, my brain tried to envision how massive his load would be.

Colton flipped me over with ease, his expert hands sculpted my body to the shape and position he wanted me in. I could feel my own eyes grow huge, in mostly excitement, but with a twinge of fear too.

I felt the broad flat tip of his, frankly monstrous, unit pressing against my soft spot. Uncontrollably I let out a whimper and pushed my hole out for him.

I was still unable to define to myself whether this was a dream or not, that this gorgeous and very well endowed equine was interested in more than a one night stand, let alone ready to train me to take his cock like a champ; and was definitely acting a bit out of character... but I hadn't uttered a single syllable of a lie to the stallion. I did want him to train me.. and whether he had realized it at that point or not I am unsure, I was already his.

"Good little kit."

As the words gruffly rolled off of his tongue they made my whole body shudder, and my rust colored fur peak up all over, again.

"That's right kit, I know I said you wouldn't be able to take it tonight, and I meant it. But by 'it' I meant all of it. You certainly have proven yourself capable of taking a little bit of it. Besides, how else am I going to mark you and fill your hole little one? Afterall, I want to you to stink of me by the time you leave here tonight, and that will make daddy happy."

Mark me?! He wanted me to stink of him when I left the cottage. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to do anything and everything possible to show him I was worthy of his attention, training, and praise. The books I should have been balancing had long since ceased to exist and the only thoughts circling my head were those telling me to focus every fiber of my being on him, and his instruction. I focused my mind so that I could formulate my words precisely.

"Please daddy... is all I beg to do. I'll do anything to be your boy..."

I was simultaneously turned on and terrified. He didn't seem like the type to do so, but the way I was laid out bare in front of him, his viscous precum dripping from my snout and muzzle, he could have easily plunged his entire length into me without regard... rearranging my guts. It was at this point that I caught our reflection in the small wall mirror behind the couch... now I'm not sure, but I thought I could see a little blush come forth on the horses face. I didn't, or wouldn't mention it out loud, but seeing the complete lack of malevolence in his eyes caused the bit of fear I had dissipate altogether.

"... and I can't wait to stink of you Daddy..."

Using my newfound relief, I summoned up the courage to crawl up to my hands and knees, and rubbed against his glans, spreading more of his thick pre onto my hole, and pushed back hard. There was an audible noise as he popped inside of me and I gasped so loudly I thought my dad might have even heard me. It wasn't painful, but also wasn't exactly comfortable yet as the size of his girth was undoubtedly new territory for me. "Easy kit... just sit right there for a moment", he said to me, almost with a snarl behind it. I, of course, did exactly as instructed, and no longer pushed back into him as my brain urged me to do. Instead I became still -- flexing my hole around his glans, and flicking my tail to and fro across his torso and chest. I could feel his cock twitching slightly, before warmth began to spread... very slowly and only nearest the inside of my orifice.

"D-did you cum?" I asked, unwittingly. Colton laughed heartily, and as he did his cock head flexed inside of me. If I had any words in me at that time they instantly fell away as this sudden flexing sent shocks through my nervous system. My head lulled downward out of view slightly as I tried to steady myself. I did not want this epic specimen of a Clydesdale to think that I was entirely inept.

"oh no little one... this pony doesn't get off until he is good and ready to... and since you seem to be ready to go again already I think I'll wait a bit and see what happens...." He reached down as he spoke and gave my again, unbeknown to me, rock hard cock a light tap. My dick sprung back up and slapped me in the stomach, alerting me of it's returned presence and organically a soft moan escaped me as he tensed his cock again, leaking another lavish spurt of precum into me. My sides pressed apart so much that nothing would even begin to leak out.

I took a deep inhale, the smells in the room mixing and becoming a fragrance I'd wished I could bottle for my own later sniffing pleasure... and began to alternate between flexing and pushing out my hole, which caused maybe an inch of him to push into me... the pressure was immense but I kept breathing deeply that aroma which began to almost inebriate me.. spices, grass, musk, and the faint sweetness to it all that he lent, like almonds or honey maybe.. foxes have very good sniffers you know?

A soft sound (between a whinny and a huff) of approval let me know I was doing the right thing, without even the utterance of a word. Lifting myself slowly off of the tiny bit of his significant length that I was able to muster thus far.. I felt his flare tug slightly outward at my ring. Faintly losing myself and through my very focused breathing I pushed both out with my hole (which looked a bit puffy stuffed with even just the tip of him) and back with my legs and hips, and slid an additional inch or so back with a loud exhale..

Suddenly his mitt was on my hip, holding my in place on those mere couple of inches, throbbing slightly... his other stroking electrified chills through my back fur. "Don't be impatient little one or you might hurt yourself... we need to work on getting you to the point where you can take me putting it all in at once.." he spoke just as steadily as he held me in place, still lubricating me internally... a sly grin on his face. I hoped at this point he saw that I was enthralled, and wanted... no, craved... to be his. To be fully taught and expertly trained physically and mentally on satisfying him. This in turn made me feel a sense of completion that even the strongest of orgasms couldn't bring forth.. a feeling of self worth accompanied by, what I had yet to learn, would be the most intense pleasures I would ever experience...

"Play with your cock little fox... Daddy wants you to to push it back so I can see you stroking it"

I did again what I was told to the letter.. stroking my dick downward, and I felt myself immediately oozing a stream of precum. My comparatively small dick was so sensitive that my hole was locked onto his pulsing member, his pre pooling up inside of me. "Daddy I'm going to cum again" I managed to say through a long, deeper moan.

"that's the point little fox, now be a good b--"

seemingly without even warning to myself I began to dump my kits again... this time all over the couch I was spread out on top of. I couldn't believe how much creamy seed I saw coming from my own twitching cock as I looked down in stuttered amazement. The equine began to chuckle again, using this opportunity to see just how much I could take this time; it wasn't much more than I had, and I hadn't even noticed as I was experiencing my cock exploding with more cum than I knew I could produce in a week -- and he knew it would take a bit of time to get to push his thick medial past my initial ring...

***

I'm going to need a new couch...

The little fox panted and shuddered one last time, his orgasm slowly receding like a huge leviathan wave that had decimated a small island village, and like that wave, its wake left only silence.

Well, mostly silence. Everything was quiet for a few heartbeats until I heard the throaty chuckle that was escaping my muzzle. I didn't want to, you know. I'm supposed to be a hardassed stallion daddy type, not the type of hoss that loses composure or lets the side down, but I couldn't help it.

This little fox was amazing. He kept pushing himself, more and more, and I think he was even beginning to surprise himself.

With one broad finger I traced the line of his spine from his tail up between his shoulder blades as my chuckled deepened.

"Oh my, little fox. Looks like you have a hair trigger." The black tips of his little rust colored ears flicked back for a moment, until my finger drew up and I stroked the fur between them. I patted his head fur gently huffing in the scent of his sweat and musk.

"Well, I can certainly use that to my advantage. Hrm?" Slowly I rocked my hips forward, feeling the heat of pleasure burning my cheeks again, a bevy of other emotions swirling around my equine brain.

"Ah! Oh!!...mmmph y...y'es d'addy"

His voice was panting and ragged, but there was a groan of pleasure mixed in there as well. As I rocked forward, his tiny hips and plump ass rocked back into me a little squeal of pleasure mewling out of his throat and I pushed a little further into him.

That luxurious tail twitched almost continually as the little guy's prostate was assaulted with each movement as I gently rocked back into him time and again my gaze drifted down. My long pink and black cock glistened with sweat while the lips of his puffy hole stretched obscenely around its turgid length, the pink skin pulsing in time with his heartbeat. The soft cream colored fur in his cleft was matted, and glistened as the red velvet domes of his glutes flexed in time with my soft, yet insistent thrusts.

"Mmmm yes. Daddy is...heh...quite....quite...pleased." My own voice was getting a bit faint. Always did when I got close to cumming. I'd always lose a little bit of control. Just a smidgeon though, never enough to really just seriously go into rut. I couldn't, most guys wouldn't be able to take it, but I did get to let go a little. Just enough to sate my inner stallion.

My left paw clenched down on the fox's shoulders and I pulled him up and into my chest, changing the angle my cock on his hole, the pressure feeling oh so good. Oh did I ever have to feel his tight little body against mine, the warmth of him filling me, his little taught body squirmed a bit against me as he yipped in surprise.

"Oooh tight, so tight little one. And so close...." The snarl was out of my lips before I knew what to do about it but with an iron will I reminded myself to not rut the poor thing into oblivion. My teeth ground as I clenched my jaw tightly, concentrating hard, feeling the sweat bead under my mane.

"P'lees d'addy." The voice was whimpering, and for a moment I thought it was with pain until I realized my own paw had strayed to his cock and the wetness told me another story. He was hard. Again! Oozing an almost steady stream of fox juice the scent of which drove into my nose making it twitch.

Movement from the corner of my eye made me glance in the mirror, and I could see it. A raw vision of horse and fox, the ruined couch, the matted fur, the panting muzzles, and the absolute ecstasy I saw in his green eyes, as they locked onto mine.

"Mnmake me s-s-stink of you..."

It was almost a whisper but it had a bit of snarl in it. One thing I knew, it was too much. That one sentence, that one clench on my partially flared cock, all of it was far too much for my libido to hold back any more and with teeth bared and a grunting snarl I pushed him down and felt my cock throb, once, maybe twice. Tail flagged, a neigh of triumph tore from my gapping muzzle.

"Mine...you're mine..."

In that moment a light flash of pleasure struck every nerve in my body my cock twitched, balls heaved, and my load began to shoot volcanically into the vulpine, the heated mating taking over.

Just enough.

"Uh....please...breeeed..." his voice was urgent as the vulpine pushed back on my pulsing cock another rope of horse spunk flowing into him, his little cock spraying yet another volley of his kits into the now totally ruined couch.

"M I N E" The scream tore from my throat as I arched my neck proudly, proclaiming to all who heard what he was.

It was loud. There would be no explaining this to anyone if they called the cops.

Hooves scraping I pulled back, my twitching foalmaker squelching out of the abused fox's hole with an audible pop as rope after rope of my foal juice shot over the small of his back, shoulders, and headfur, marking his fur in pure equine white.

The air stank of stallion, and fox. Cinnamon, grass, leather, and sweat. Slowly my orgasm subsided, each rope of cum lessening until there was only a drop or two oozing out of the tube of my slowly deflating flare.

"Mine...m-mine..." I could hear the rasp in my voice, I slowly came to my senses and surveyed the damage.

Drew lay panting on his stomach, his fur a matted and cum soaked mess, the brown cloth of the couch stained a dark espresso from the fluids, the milky remains of our loads soaking into the cushions.

"Heh...ow." Slowly, Drew pried himself up, one eye almost glued shut from the sticky fluid that had somehow managed to land there.

"Yeah...it's ok little kit." I chuckled weakly, the heat in my muzzle probably making my dark fur positively glow. "Are...you good?" I asked.

Always after a rutting I was a little unsure. Never really knowing what to do or say. This had been intense. More than intense. I had to admit that while I had been inside many guys, few had ever taken me up to the medial on the first try, and certainly not one as small as Drew was. Also...there was everything that had been said and unsaid.

"Heh, how could I not be?" He stood proudly naked, every bit of his fur a mess, but in his eyes burned a soft inner light. Something had been lit there. Something intense, and insatiable.

"Besides" He said lazily, walking over to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can be better next time. Right?"

My mind went blank.

Better?? Oh...training...right...time to shine little stallion. You promised. Besides you said it didn't you? You said the words. Lord of horses you did, didn't you? And you know what that means?

Drawing myself up I smirked. "With me teaching you, there won't be anything you can't do. Now. Time for bed."

The look of disappointment was hard to miss, and I didn't miss it, but I let the moment build. Maybe it was that sometimes I liked being a bit of an ass. I could feel the heat and embarrassment build as the fox bent to pick up his jock. Hey, I had to assert my dominance just a bit though, didn't I?

I frowned and tapped a hoof sharply on the floor. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked, raising one eyebrow, the fox froze and stared and gaped, his muzzle dropping open.

The bed was beyond the black doorway to my left. I nodded towards it and shooed him along, one large arm and hand on his shoulder.

"In there kit. Now. Time to sleep. No no...no shower for you. Or did you forget? You're mine..."

***

===========================CHAPTER 2 =============================

Contrary to the probable expectations of many, there wasn't much more to that night. Drew, now, at least hopefully now, my little fox, was a little bit of a mess, and yes he did reek of me. But in a good way. Now, I'm not one to sleep next to a sticky little furry ball of cum and hormones, so I did what was necessary. I pulled out a towel and gently cleaned him off. He had seemed to be in a bit of a daze after having cum multiple times and having taken a good portion of horsecock. I honestly didn't have the ability to begrudge him his daze.

Ok, so I may come off as a bit of a full-of-himself stallion who only has his own interests at heart and who is incredibly full of himself. That last bit is entirely true. I am absolutely full of myself, but one glance and you know why. I have a lot to be proud of, and I'm not ashamed to admit it, nor am I one to just rest on his good looks. That's where that first bit falls down. I don't have only my own interests at heart. I take those who I am interested in very seriously and make certain of myself and them before I do anything.

Now, I may have taken a bit of a risk in baiting the little fox, but one thing was clear. He was absolutely into me, and into wanting to be trained. The fact that he was an absolute sexy little thing and seemed to have a good personality from what I could see so far was added bonus on added bonus.

So when he curled up in the bed and blankets with a huge yawn and bleary eyes, I gently laid myself next to him and pulled him close, letting my warmth and presence soothe him, and of course eventually I slept as well.

I woke as I normally did, very very early. Its probably ingrained into my DNA at some point being somewhat related to my feral brethren, we're early risers. I woke up to a very warm little fluffy ball of fox next to me that was snoring ever so lightly. He did still smelled of me slightly, which made me feel proud.

Gently, I rolled out of bed and stretched and finally wrinkled my nose a little. While I might not have to shower every day, yesterday was an absolute workout, and I was slightly whiffy. Slipping on my rubber hoof shoes I stepped into the shower and quickly sluiced the remains of the mess off, and got the majority of my sweat smell taken care of. Spending a few minutes in the fur dryer, was all it took to make certain I was fluffy clean. Another hour of self grooming took care of my mane and tail. My weekly ritual complete I clopped into the kitchen and began my ritual of making coffee.

So, what to do next? The morning after could always be tricky. There was no doubt I wanted this to be more than a one time thing, and I absolutely loved 'training' up guys, but I needed to be sure of the little kit. He was younger than I was by a few years, but that didn't mean much. I'd know furs who were a good twenty years older than me who were far more immature, and a few who were much younger who were wise beyond their years. In this case, I hoped the kit would be mature enough to know what he was getting himself into.

The soft sounds of toe claws on the floor snapped me out of my reverie. The fox was awake! I could hear him shuffling around. A gasp or two led me to believe he was coming to the realization of what he'd done, and remind him of where he was. However, I didn't hear any sighs, mutterings, or screams, so as far as the initial reaction was, all seemed good.

Water splashing and the sounds of soft drying told me he was sticking to the plan of 'stinking' of me. I definitely approved, and reaching over I began preparing a french press of coffee for the fox. If nothing else, I am at least known for my manners...

***

Waking up was surreal... like I was having the happiest dream of my life but couldn't tell you what it was about, other than that it felt good in my bones. The massive bed was laden with, what seemed to me at least, like a gargantuan sized, soft, thick blanket that I was curled in as well as several pillows, and it did not help break the connection.

After spending what was an indiscernible amount of time, which was in all reality but a moment, relishing in that feeling; I made my way to the bathroom just outside the bedroom. It was dim inside the guest house as the shades were still drawn from the night before, I didn't even register Colt standing there, as it was dim in my head as well. I had always been a heavy sleeper and a groggy waker, and it usually took my brain a while to catch up as my body would start acting autonomously each morning. Bathroom, shower (sometimes), and coffee were the starring trio in the movie that was my morning routine. Still in a bit of a daze I started to shuffle my way to the bathroom out of pure muscle memory. This was, after all, the garden cottage I had spent countless nights and weekends in throughout various points of my life; and for several reasons too!

Flipping on the lights caused my eyes to burn slightly.. that might as well have been part of the routine as well due to the way my fur pretty much glowed under artificial lighting or direct sunlight. It was in the moment where my eyes adjusted to the light that it dawned on me that I was where I was. Time seemed to slow to a complete stop as the events of the night before sprang forth in a bouquet of imagery, vividly reminding me of all that was done and said, all in but the snap of a twig.

I started to panic slightly that I was acting like a damn fool, and that this Clydesdale was laughing at my brazen naïveté. Quickly I shook my head as if to fling the thoughts physically from within, vigorously rubbed my face with a yawn, and then washed my face and paws. Looking myself in the eyes in the mirror I thought decisively, 'you're gonna quit with the alarmed shit.. you asked to be trained.... You have been yearning for this for so long now... so just go with the flow... communicate if anything is ever too much or off and trust him, and trust yourself.'

I nodded to myself as if saving my pep talk into my programming and spun on my heelpads and noticed soft noises and smelled something wonderful coming from the main room of the guest house. Walking out I saw Colton from behind at first -- he was standing in a medium-blue jock and white A-shirt and good lord he was a sight to behold from this angle as he leaned slightly to reach something. I could not have told you what exactly as my eyes were glued to his stunning ass. The muscles rippled underneath the layers of his black grey and white hair... 'probably from any and every angle' my inner monologue chimed.

He must have taken notice of me as he turned smoothly to my direction with a "good morning little fox". My eyes being greeted by his anterior side caused me to instinctively lick my lips, and remembering the conversation I had with the mirror I responded. "Very good morning, Daddy" there was only a hint of self-determination in my otherwise confident tone. I looked deep into Colt's big brown eyes as he handed me a cup of coffee, the fixins on the table between us, and smiled warmly....

***

He looked every bit the bright eyed and bushy-tailed proverb of old, and with that little self-knowing smile of one who knows he has done well. I had to admit, the 'daddy' was excellent.

I nodded as he took the coffee and watched as he fixed his cup, noting carefully exactly how he took it ***inesert here***.

"Heh, good boy. Now, come here little Kit, its time for the morning after talk" I bade him to follow me as I sat down on the couch and watched, my ear flicking as he moved. I couldn't help it. I was absolutely intent on watching his body language. So far so good, nothing untoward. He sat down, gloriously nude on the floor, cross legged, his coffee held in both paws as he sipped luxuriously.

"Yes daddy? What is it?" He asked. There was only a slight hint of timidness in his voice, but his body language spoke volumes. His ears were perked forward, his eyes bright, and his tail swishing slightly. Relaxed, but slightly anxious.

The coffee was good, and I took a nice deep sip from my very large cup and stretched, spreading my legs and striking a relaxed and very sexual pose.

"Words were said last night little kit. Deep words, and those words need to be addressed. Now, we don't really know each other. We do in the biblical sense, but not in any real personal sense. That will come with time. What I have to say is important if we are going to continue as we did last night. Sounds fair?"

Those green eyes sparkled as he watched me. Clearly the fox was interested and waiting to hear what I said. I'd laid out enough of a teaser that I definitely had his attention.

He nodded once and leaned forward a little eagerly. "Yes daddy."

The nicker came unbidden from my own throat. God it felt so heady hearing this little guy speak like that. Oh sure, horses get a lot of attention, and a lot of us get called daddy, and plenty will pay lip service to the words, but the body language doesn't match the words. His body did sp far.

I nodded, his little black tipped ears flicked and that red tail swished. "Good kit. Now, I said I wanted to train you, and that you were mine. Do you wish this to be so? In the sense of at least starting a sexual relationship? Sub to dom? Daddy to son?"

Oh how I needed to hear the next words. I had waited a while to hear them. I'd heard them twice before, and those two had lasted a good while, but life has a way of moving on, and they had. I was not disappointed.

"Yes please daddy." He whispered. He looked somewhat in disbelief at himself as he said them, his eyes a little wide. There was a bit of fear there, but plenty of desire overriding it.

"Good son. Here's the deal. I'll train you, you serve me." I stood up at that point, placing my broad mit on his head and scritching him between the ears. "Oh, I'll give you tasks, good tasks. Things that good little ktis get to do, and you will obey them. Don't think it's just "take" for me though. Oh no little kit, I'll so what I need to make certain you are taken care of, at least sexually. Plenty of after care, and tending to your needs. But I will push you. Push your limits, your body, and your mind a little bit and...

I had to cough a little bit here. It was always hard letting emotions into it. After that one time things didn't go well, well, that's for later to think of. "Maybe more than just your mind, and we'll get to know each other in the process and who knows where that can lead. But what I do know is that I will do my best for you. Don't fret. I do have experience and ability to get you 'trained' propper.'

Little green eyes bored into mine as I watched him think. One soft hoofstep closer brought my crotch to his muzzle and as the soft blue cloth touched his nose I saw him shudder. "In turn you do get all of this little fox. You get to be trained by me, and be my little son. MY kit. Your assessment last night went well, but we'll definitely need to explore your abilities and capabilities some more. But I think you have great promise, and I have to admit...I'd been looking for a sub...a son for a while."

Yeah, it'd been a while since I was in this position, but I was honorable and if nothing else a horse of my word. I had promised, and I intended to abide by that promise. Not only was he mine but in a way I was his. No need to get too far into that. Not yet.

"But there will be some public realities to this. Your dad...your real dad is not more than 50 feet away right now, and he will find out. Maybe not now, but eventually. I don't normally involve people I live close to in this, much less my landlord's son."

I winked at him and watched him, he moved not a muscle. "However, that's what rental agreements are for, and there is nothing in them about having to break a lease because I found his son attractive and made him my mare. But this could affect that. It could affect many things."

I sighed and stepped back and sat back down.

"So, little kit. What do you think? What are your thoughts."

It was time for a bit of a test. Oh so gently, I let my mitt fall down, and I let one broad fingertip trace my bulge. "What is it you really want? The training? Being my son and sub? I only offer it once. So, if you refuse I won't be hurt. Its not for everyone, being trained, being my son. I will be a bit of a task master, but...I think you have it in you to do well. Oh...if you refuse you can still have sex with me once in a while. You can absolutely come over, get some horse meat, get fucked, maybe even learn how to take all of my cock at once. But...I'll just be Cole from now on. Not daddy, not sir, just Cole."

I sat back. It was a bit of a gamble, but one thing I was sure of, you only live once. Why not indulge. I hoped the little fox would feel the same.