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The House Party

Part one of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dalarius

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Characters: Aurelius, Benji, Modest, Amethyst, Hubris, Ta'kom, Mitch and Zaggy.

Dalarius pressed his lips together, the bay stallion's ears twitching as he paused at the door of the party house. It was his first year of university, though he was already nineteen, his black mane brushed out so that it fell neatly down the arch of his thicker, brown-furred neck. It was more like fur, on his neck, at that time, rather than the short coat of hair that he usually would have thought it to be, thickening up for winter. At least it meant that he didn't have to dress too warmly, though heated lecture rooms for his course could sometimes be a challenge when he couldn't exactly take off the hair from his body to cool down when they were accommodating those that couldn't stay warm as easily.

The music pounding from inside and a myriad of voices, after all, was daunting, even though the stallion was unsurprised that all windows of the private house party were closed. It was stranger to him that the curtains were drawn, but he could only assume that they were trying to be considerate to their neighbours. In a university town, that was something that was not all that often seen, which was curious to him to say the least.

Still, he hesitated, with a winter chill pulling at his coat, exposed in a T-shirt and jeans. He wished, in hindsight, that he'd worn something more, but he would have known that he had not even needed to wear so much if he had paid attention to the small print of the party e-invite...

"Hm..."

It was loud, his ears twitching, though he thought that he had dressed appropriately, shooting a slightly nervous glance at the mare sitting on the steps outside. With a brighter red-brown coat, the chestnut mare cocked an eyebrow at him, though it took Dal a moment to recognise who she was in a skirt and oversized hoodie that almost came as far down her legs as the skirt.

"Amethyst!" He laughed, glad to see a familiar face. "Phew, I'm glad to see someone I know here!"

"I didn't think you'd turn up," she teased, though he didn't quite catch the joke that lay beyond the doors. "There's a lot going on in there... Are you sure you're up for it? I didn't think that would be all that much your scene...you know."

Dal's ears pricked, a lazy smile stretching his lips. What on earth was she on about? Just because he hadn't been to a party there yet didn't mean that it wasn't his thing, of course not!

"Yeah, sure," he said easily. "It's just a party, right?"

He didn't have to say, of course, that it was the first party that he would have attended at university, not wanting to look too inexperienced. It had been a big move for him, across the country to study, after all, and he had been finding his hooves there, even if he was more than ready to go on. Something sly crossed the mare's gaze, but he chose not to press that matter. She was probably just winding him up, which wasn't that unusual, even though they only knew one another, so far, at university as casual friends.

"You go on then," she said, though it sounded as if the mare was biting back a grin. "I'll see you in a bit, I'm waiting on a friend."

The horse then had no reason to wait, even though his heart pounded. He told himself that it was more in anticipation of living it up and partying a bit, that he would be just fine by the time he headed back to his university halls afterwards, hopefully not too worse for wear on his hooves. A drink would loosen him up and he shot her a grin as he headed inside, a blast of sound and scent hitting him in the face as he stepped through.

And yet... The party was nothing like what Dal had expected it to be. It was not immediately obvious, not from the hallway, though perhaps the sheer number of clothes scattered there, not just coats hung up and shoved into what seemed to be a little closet in the entrance hall, but it was so much more than what Dal could have imagined. For the stallion stepped, too boldly, forward into a living room rife with naked bodies - every last one of them a stallion or a mare.

He gulped, ears pricked straight up, eyes wide, drinking in the sight. No one seemed bothered by him walking in on them and, frankly, there were too many in there for it to be a problem to begin with. If they had had a problem with someone walking in on a stallion thrusting into another's tail hole, plunging deep with a full-throated whinny, they wouldn't have been doing it so openly. The music throbbed through the underbelly of their lust, an orgy and gangbang, seemingly, the likes of which Dal had never seen before.

He gaped, something stirring within his jeans, though the equine was too dumbstruck to realise that, not right then.

"Oh... Oh, heck..."

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, though leaned against the wall, not knowing where to look, though wanting, at the same time, to look as if he belonged there. His stomach turned over, leaping and churning, though he didn't back away, doing his best to keep his jaw from dropping, even as he finally paid attention to the thickness in his underwear.

"Mmph..."

Dal shuddered, the hot spill of his cock pushing from the thick fold of his sheath demanding attention. He didn't blame himself for getting turned on by it - it would have been weird not to get turned on with so much like that going on around him, the grunts and groans and nickers and neighs very nearly enough to drown out the music entirely. Still taking everything in, he palmed his bulge roughly, catching the eye of a cute mare with black spots across her white coat, though she was too busy taking a shaft into her pussy and tail hole at the same time, lusciously pinned between two studs at once.

But what was he going to do? Was he just going to stand there, wander through and enjoy the show? Or was he going to join in? Undecided, heat pooling in his loins, the stallion grunted throatily, rubbing his bulge.

"Dal! And I didn't think you'd make it."

The stallion gulped hard, though it didn't do anything to dislodge the lump in his throat, not as the big, palomino stallion strutted up, his cock out and soft, as if he had just unloaded in someone. For the equine was none other than one of his lecturers, Aurelius - though he usually went by Aurel. Even though it was allowed, his cheeks heated up at the mere sight of his older lecturer nude, eyes greedily drinking in his form, from the rounded muscle of his shoulders to the thickness around his midriff, showing his age and the power that lay behind his outward appearance too in the very best of ways.

Aurel couldn't help but notice the younger stallion's attention, though he was not to know that Dal had stumbled in, not quite knowing what he was getting into at that particular party. He grinned, leaning back on the arm of a sofa, though Dal, to be fair, had barely even managed to take in the furniture in the room that lay beneath the writhing equine bodies, his attention taken up by cock upon cock, some mares riding studs too. It didn't seem that either straight or gay equines were prevalent there, something that appealed, rather a lot, to the stallion.

"Um..." Dal cast back, blushing furiously as Aurel rested a heavy hand on his shoulder, making Dal lean into him, ever so slightly, of his own accord. "Yeah... Yeah, that's right, the invitations... Oh, they went out when we were in your lecture, didn't they? I didn't see it until later."

He laughed, though Aurel leaned in, his eyes glinting with a look that Dal didn't quite understand, not from his lecturer, the age difference between them coming with a shift in energy and power. Dal gulped, but the naked stallion was not to be dissuaded as his cock throbbing, the grey-skinned length aching back to life. The head flared softly, pink whereas the rest of his shaft was a smoother grey, blending neatly into the colour of his sheath. Dal gulped and shook his head, a little dizzy.

"What a good student you are, Dal," Aur praised, easily taking the younger horse under his hoof. "I'm glad that my lectures are interesting enough to keep your attention, though I'm sure a little extra credit could be arranged for you..."

It was a joke, of course, and one that Dal got too, though he was too caught up in it as his shaft ached and throbbed, pressing out against the front of his jeans with increasing urgency. The stallion barely even knew what he was doing as Aurel pressed a heavy hand to his shoulder, guiding him down, though it was all too easy for Dal to follow his lead and, more submissively, drop to his knees.

Perhaps he was fortunate that it was Aurelius that he had met first at the party, the first stallion (or mare, for that matter) to come up to him and invite him to join in on the fun. There was no saying quite what would have happened otherwise, but, honestly, there was only one thing that Dal could do when presented with that throbbing length of a member, how it trembled with every pulse and pump of arousal that flooded the more dominant equine's body.

Although Dal would have said that he was a switch, not strictly dominant or submissive, enjoying both roles and the variety of sex, being led into it and shown what to do was exactly what he needed there. Even as he parted his lips to take the throbbing head of the stallion's cock deep, letting the fleshy flare push over his tongue, cradling it gently, reverently, as if there was nothing else, in that moment and all that would follow, that he would rather have worshipped.

It was easy to lose himself there, though the stallion took the hot length of stud flesh deep into his mouth, easily letting it slide into his throat. There was pressure there, but no gag reflex, Dal smirking around Aurel's cock as the stallion grunted and stomped before him. Dal took a moment, holding Aurel there, to free his erection from the tight grasp of his jeans, his boxer briefs slick with pre-cum, the head shining with delight as it was finally allowed out.

"Wow..." Aurelius whistled, ears twitching, the stallion perking up even more as his dick throbbed within his student's mouth, Dal working back and forth, running his tongue passionately over the medial ring. "I didn't think you'd be that big, Dal, heh... But, then again, I don't spend all that much time thinking about the cocks of my students, unless I'm at a place like this..."

Dal's ears twitched, catching the implication. So, there were more house parties like that one? Maybe he had been really missing out? He sucked down the thick length into his throat again, working his tongue around it, letting the fleshy push of it tease up against the underside of Aurel's cock, playing over the flare every time the older stallion dragged back.

Aurelius, however, was a blunter type that was direct about getting what he wanted, taking hold of Dal's forelock firmly between his fingers and thrusting. Dal gulped, eyes bulging, around his cock, though Aurel didn't care at all, enjoying the moment, taking what he pleased as Dal fell apart before him.

"Such a nice cock..." He teased, fucking Dal's mouth as if it was something they had both expected and agreed to beforehand, his sheath kissing Dal's lips with every firm stroke. "Maybe if you do get it out for me after class one day, you'll get a bigger surprise even from this dick..."

He didn't have to be loud to make his dominance clear, picking Dal apart and taking his cues from how Dal's cock trembled, whether or not the pre-cum thickened at the head of his cock, the little tremors and twitches that ran through the stallion's body. A tease here and a caress to his face there - and the stallion was nothing less than putty in his hands. His hoof-like fingertips, harder than fingernails and chunkier, stroked Dal's face, though he kept up a relentless pace, fucking him roughly, Dal fighting to keep up with the pressure of his lips around Aurel's cock.

Only, Aurel did not intend to cum down his throat, pulling out with a throaty grunt and leaving Dal huffing and gagging after his cock, lips parted and tongue lustfully pushing out over his lower lip. Dropping to his knees before Dal, he guided the stallion back onto his rump, tugging his jeans down along with his underwear, wrangling them off his legs. Dal's T-shirt did not have to come off for the stallion to get what he wanted from him, though Dal was too caught up in the moment to care whether any part of him was exposed or not.

All he needed was the press of that thick, throbbing cock up under his tail as he laid on his back, puffing out his cheeks with air, trying to contain the swirling swell of lust within him. His cock pulsated over his own stomach, his bottom half completely unclothed, while Aurel pushed his legs up and back, bent at the knee and splayed out slightly where Dal did not quite possess the flexibility to bend them back to his chest.

It didn't matter, not as Aurel shoved his shaft deep, letting Dal get used to the pressure of his head and a couple of inches stretching him out before acknowledging that Dalarius was more than ready for his length. Dal relaxed, whimpering as he took the full length, cock jerking and twitching, spilling more and more pre-cum.

He was never meant to last long, not with that first fuck, needing it desperately, his tail hole clenching around that thick length, though Dal knew that he would be left lewdly gaping afterwards. Even though he couldn't get the words out, not right then, he hoped that Aurel knew that he wanted him to cum inside. To be without a delectable, hopefully viscous load like that was beyond the realm of anything that Dal could have hoped for, already swimming on the high of being amongst so many other lustful bodies, hips trying to rise, even from his half-pinned position, to take Aurelius as deep as he possibly could.

He was not in control, however, and it was simply delicious to give up that control in the heat of the moment, panting, heaving, struggling just to get a full breath into his lungs at any one time. And yet it was pure pleasure to take that long, thick spire of horse flesh into his tail hole, squeezing his pucker around it, greedily milking every drop of pleasure from the liaison, even though Dal most surely had never had more than a passing thought (who hadn't?) about fucking his lecturer before.

If those were the kind of parties that the horse anthros of the university got into, he was most certainly going to go to more of them too!

He shuddered, cock leaking pre-cum over his belly, though another shaft from a stallion he did not recognise with a black and white patched coat drove down his throat after a friendly smile. Dal parted his lips welcomingly for that cock, the ram and the grind heralding the flaring of the thick, fleshy tip. He wanted more, passed around between them and taking all that he pleased too, though Aurelius thrust harder and faster, grunting with every breath he snatched into his lungs.

"Unff... Good colt... Mmmph!"

But the stallion was not about to hold back when he was already on the brink, letting loose with a triumphing whinny as he unloaded into Dal's backside, the younger stallion clenching hotly around him. He wanted to do more, to control the muscles of his backside even more so that he could give Aurel even more pleasure, yet it was Dal's own, in the end, that swept him away from all else.

Maybe it was the cock down his throat or the hot, creamy filling seeping up deeply into his tail hole, Aurel driving deep, but Dal couldn't hold back anymore, pinned between them, lust swimming. His cock jerked and flexed and throbbed viciously as it let loose jet after jet of his own seed. He hadn't cum in a couple of weeks and his balls most certainly felt it, spilling his heady load over his stomach. It soaked into his T-shirt, the spurts so rampant that he couldn't control them, though it was not even for him to worry about or even control when he was busy sucking down another load of cum, filled from both ends.

It set the tone for the rest of the night, breaking Dal out of his shell easily, gently, as if it was just the way that he was always going to go that night. He might not have realised what the horse parties there were all about, truthfully, but he was all for it as he laughed with Aurel, who helped him clean up, wiping the cum off him with his T-shirt and, of course, letting him know where there were some spare clothes. In case he needed to head back to his student halls early, of course. There might have only been roughly ten years or so between them both, but Aurel still took on the role of a gentle dominant, making sure all was well with Dalarius after fucking him, despite their relationship, during that night and party, changing forever.

After all, maybe it was just meant to be.

He moved through the party, checking out if there was anyone else around that he knew, though some of the mares seemed to take a particular interest in him. His cock remained hard, even though he was by no means ready for another orgasm yet, finding himself playfully pinned back against the wall.

"Just stay right there, cutie," the flirty black mare said, though she was a good head and shoulders shorter than him, a little firecracker with a glint in her eye. "I've got this... Damn colts have been teasing me all night!"

But Dal had no intention whatsoever of teasing her, not then, not as she ground back onto his cock, leaving him to smirk playfully and lean back against the wall, watching the rest of the party. Her pussy enveloped his cock as if it was made for him, though that could have been the stallion's own lust getting the better of him. It was too hot, too slick, a welcome hole for his cock to be buried into, though Dal was quite confident that he was just there and along for the ride as she forcibly humped back against him.

A stallion's lips found his, drawing him into a kiss, though he did not see who they were. That didn't matter, not as he hungrily leaned into it, his cock throbbing inside the mare, the hot, velveteen grasp of her silken cunny, the hardness of the wall bearing up against his back. Never had he felt so grounded in a moment of sex, everything pulsing through, pounding through, his cock aching deeply, though the equine was not ready to cum again yet. Not even with a tongue sweeping tantalisingly up against his, almost with a flirty kind of playfulness to it.

He felt like he knew that stallion... Maybe.

The mare groaned, climaxing on his cock, her legs trembling, though she rocked back all the way on his cock and he ground down into her, leaning forward. He just wanted her to get everything out of the moment, her cream slickening up the full length of his cock, drooling out of her pussy as if he had actually filled her with cum and not just let her have his way with him.

They parted ways, though the black mare was quick to give him space, shooting him a wink, for the stallion made himself known as he pressed up against Dal.

"I didn't think I'd see you here!"

Benji grinned, his ears perked up, though the stallion was rather pleased to find one of his friends there too. Though not quite for the reasons that Dalarius might have suspected.

"I didn't know you could follow the directions here," he said, his expression innocent while sarcasm wound through the underlayer of his tone, just like foreplay. "You know...with how bad you were at finding your lectures that first week. And the second week. And the third week. And the fourth, and the fifth - hey! Yowch!"

Benji laughed and dodged away, though he was not quick enough to evade a jab to the ribs. Dal breathed heavily, flushed in the face, and the bright bay stallion's cock throbbed eagerly.

"Hey..." He grinned, leaning in, stealing another kiss from Dal with a cheeky caress of his jawline. "Why don't we show them exactly why shades of bay are better than grey, hm?"

Continued in part two...