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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 9: Overwhelming Feelings

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

André brought him back to the Watfords and explained the situation. While the pair of them were understandably surprised at the level of power that Roger’s pheromones had, they were more interested in the fact that he would be removed from them in the next few days. They blinked the first time the cheetah said that, looking at him. Roger shrugged, shaking his head. He honestly didn’t know how that was going to go after they found someone to place him with, but he knew that it meant that they wouldn’t have a lot more time together.

Jolene was the more upset of the pair of them, but that didn’t mean that Harry didn’t show a little emotion about it, too. The stallion held up his hand as André tried to explain.

“Hold on. Just…hold on. Are you telling me that he’s that dangerous that we’ll have to avoid him after you take him away?”

“There are implications of that, yes. For at least a few weeks.”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Apparently, there is the possibility of long-term effects from being around him. The doctor is still examining what they could be, but there are definite possibilities that you and your wife could end up changed from it.”

“Changed how? That’s the part I want to hear,” Harry said. “After all, you’d think we’d get a choice in the matter.”

“I’m sorry, but you don’t,” the cheetah said. “This is all down to the official resettlement rules. If there is danger to the hosts, then the resettler has to be put into a different lodging until such time that the danger has passed. That’s the rules.”

“And what if we decide that we want to risk it?”

That was enough for Roger. Much as he was enjoying himself here, he knew better than to think that this was entirely the horses talking. This had at least a little of the pheromones and instincts kicking in, plus their loyalty of the herd. He had cheated to be part of it, and he wasn’t going to profit off of that. Not now. Not when they had been as good to him as they had been.

He raised his hand, and all three Anthros turned to face him. André gestured at him, and he nodded his thanks.

“Look, um…much as I appreciate the loyalty, Jolene, Harry, I…I don’t think that it’s a good idea. I think that I should move on.”

“Why?” Jolene asked, the mare looking rather sad. “I thought…weren’t we doing something good for you?”

“Yes, but what if there’s something that’s already happened? What if you end up changing? What if you get…I don’t know, more obsessed?”

“We haven’t gotten [i]obsessed.[/i]”

“You mean you haven’t been comparing me to each other?”

The two horses blushed slightly at that, Jolene more than Harry. André smiled to himself, hiding it from the equines but not from him. He had the feeling that the cheetah appreciated the help. The Peacekeeper cleared his throat.

“Regardless of the what-ifs and whyfores, the decision has been made. We’ll allow him to stay for up to 48 hours, or however long it takes us to find him a new host. If we do not, we’ll move him to a hotel, and you’ll have the rights for a supervised, limited visit.”

The two horses looked at each other again. The cheetah sighed.

“Yes, that will include intimacy.”

They seemed happier after that, though not quite satisfied. Roger didn’t want to hang around past that, and besides, he had a bit of a stop that he needed to make.

He drifted over to the bathroom, sitting down and letting the last of the doctor’s cum ooze out of him. It had been lodged pretty deep inside, and he didn’t want to feel it slipping around inside of him for any longer. The fact that it had gone that deep from just a cat made him wonder what would have happened if Harry had ever put that big dick to worry.

The thought alone sent a shiver through him, and he knew that he’d have to be somewhere safe for a few hours to get rid of all that mess. He rubbed his stomach, imagining just how much it would bloat out from a cumshot like that.

Remembering how it had required a tarp on the bed to keep it from needing a full change before, he could already imagine looking like he was carrying around a bowling ball in his stomach after a round with the big guy.

He pushed down one more time, and when he felt no more seed oozing from his ass, he gave it a wipe and got up. At least his insides were clean now. He walked over to the mirror, splashed a bit of water on his face to wake himself up, and then went back to the bedroom.

As soon as he laid down, he started thinking about the stuff that he’d learned over the last day or two. The ‘wild’ things out there, those that were descended from the wild animals in the world, were probably the more numerous. Or at least, they might have been. However, with the time that has passed, and the fact that the ‘domesticated’ species would have had some understanding of the world while the wild ones would have been slowly dying out in the wild, meant that the numbers would have slowly shifted.

When they were finally able to build a civilization together, Roger imagined that it would have been the domesticated species being more in charge, with species like the raccoons and foxes – ones that had lived in the cities but not been domesticated – being the bridge between the wild and the domesticated. If that was the case, that would have explained why the raccoon had been nicer about it than the doctor.

Well, ‘nicer’. Had still been trying to push him down into some sort of slave place, but it had been more fun and less mean.

He stared at the ceiling as he stretched his legs out, thinking it through. If it was a genetic thing, then perhaps that meant that his pheromones would affect each ‘pure’ strain differently. That would mean that the ones that had the strongest ‘pure’ domesticated strain would feel completely submissive to him, while those with the strongest ‘wild’ strain would feel the greatest need to put him in his place, to hunt and push him down.

And those that were in-between…maybe they would feel nothing? Or maybe they’d be conflicted and could choose? He’d only know when he found them, he supposed.

The human groaned under his breath as he tried to imagine what he’d have to do in order to make a life work out here. The more he saw, the more he learned, and the more he learned, the more complicated that things seemed to get.

[i]I should write this down,[/i] he thought. [i]I might forget some of this…and if something happens…[/i]

Well, he didn’t expect something to happen. The Anthros had everything to gain out of this deal if it worked out well for them, and they were the last ones to try and jeopardize it, particularly if there was something that they could do to fix it. André had been very helpful with all of that, and he imagined that the cheetah would continue to push for the best for him as time went on.

[i]But what if someone reassigns him if something goes wrong?[/i]

That was a horrible thought, and he wished that he hadn’t come up with it.

Roger groaned, pushing it out of his head and rolling over on the mattress. He decided that he’d just write up everything that had happened, keep a journal going. If nothing else, it’d be a good way for him to look back over the last few days, and at worst, it’d hopefully help someone else figure out what to do next.

#

The day wound on, and eventually dinner came around. Jolene knocked on his door and poked her head in, looking a bit sad but forcing herself to be happy. Her smile, at the very least, didn’t look that real.

“You want to come out and eat? We’ve got some good veggie turkey tonight,” she said.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Not really. Are you?”

“I’ll be okay.”

“…It’s not fair, I suppose.” She sighed, pushing the door open the rest of the way. “Not for us, not for you.”

“I think that it’s hitting you harder. And I think that’s mostly the pheromones.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t make it any less real right now,” she said, sitting down on the bed next to him, her big horse butt taking up a good chunk of the foot of the bed. “You’re herd, after all. Seeing someone that’s part of that disappear never feels right, even if there’s a good reason for it.”

“You’ve had it happen before?”

“Once or twice.”

“Kids?”

“No, no. A few former partners, business associates…” She rubbed the side of her head. “I get close to people…I get very, very close to people.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking her hand.

She gave it a gentle squeeze, and he squeezed back. It was hard to find the words for how it felt to be around her, and to be around Harry, for that matter. They were good people – well, horses, but people – and they’d pulled out all the stops for him, even though they’d hardly had to. The pheromones only made them eager to be around him, not necessarily for him to be happy. The difference was not lost on him.

He gently ran his thumb along her larger hand, feeling the differences between him and her. There were a great deal of them, from the fact that he was a good bit shorter than her to the fact that she was stronger than him, mostly due to the species difference. She loomed over him, her eyes a bit wet, and she was shaking her head more than once.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m…thinking things I shouldn’t.”

“Like what?”

“Like hiding you, making it hard for André to find you tomorrow.”

“That would just get you in trouble.”

“I know, and that’s why I said I shouldn’t think it.”

“…Maybe we should get to dinner.”

“Yes. Yes. Dinner.” She sighed, giving his hand one last squeeze before getting to her feet. “Before Harry drops something.”

CLANG!

“How did I know that was going to happen…” Jolene sighed, walking out of the bedroom and calling for her husband.

Roger smiled slightly, shaking his head. They were definitely a pair, and he was going to miss them. But this was the right decision, and it was the right way forward, no matter how uncomfortable the actual decision was. He would just have to make do, and they would have the chance to pull their heads together after he was gone.

He put the finishing touches on his journal, then left the bedroom, joining them in the kitchen and dining room.

The meal was good, if quiet. The married couple kept exchanging looks, with Jolene giving a sad expression, and Harry giving a more determined one. Roger kept meaning to ask what they were thinking about, but after Jolene’s sadness in the bedroom, he honestly wasn’t sure that he wanted to open that can of worms.

The food was good, though. The turkey might have been fake this time, but it was definitely filled with enough seasonings to make him forget that most of the time. He finished four good slices of breast ‘meat’, as well as some gravy and some potatoes. By the time that he was done, he was quite full.

Then, when he was picking up his plate, Harry finally spoke.

“I want to give you something before you go.”

“Huh?” Roger said, turning to look over his shoulder. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you have to go tomorrow. No stopping that,” he said, shaking his head. “I already gave you a bit of fun, but I wanna take that a bit further. If you don’t mind.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Well…”

The stallion shifted a bit at the table, and as he did, that massive horse cock popped up. Roger’s eyes went wide, wondering if that had been throbbing down there the whole time, if that was what the look of determination had been about. If so, then that was some impressive staying power for the big guy.

As it bounced and twitched, he watched it dance. It was a horse cock, so of course it was going to be big, but it was something more than that. It was wide, beyond wide at the tip, and he could see pre-cum running down along the shaft itself. The whole thing looked like a spire to manhood, pure and virile, and it ran all the way down to the balls with power. The veins that popped here and there were nothing compared to the medial ring in the middle, or the flare at the tip.

“You, um…” Roger didn’t even have words. He gestured at that cock, then at his ass.

“Yep.”

“…Why?”

“Don’t get it twisted; I’m not trying to take control,” Harry said, blushing. “But I want…I want there to be a mark back there.”

“What kind of mark?”

“A mark that tells any assholes that you run into that they’ll have to deal with a herd if they hurt you.”

“…Is that a thing?” He looked at Jolene. “Is that a thing?”

“Well, not a common thing, but it is…kind of a tradition. Not one that we’ve used in a long time, though,” the mare admitted.

He was a little lost at the thought of having that big dick getting rammed up his ass. The fact was, he had taken two cocks so far. One had belonged to a feline, one had belonged to a raccoon. Neither of them had been particularly large, and neither of them had been the sort that intimidated someone just by looking at it.

Yet, at the same time, he understood what Harry wanted. The big guy wasn’t trying to say that he was addicted to Roger’s hole – heavens knew, it was more that the stallion loved his cock – but there was something to it that was…erotic, if not arousing. The idea that there was someone that wanted to show that he cared, that there was someone that wanted to make sure that he would stay safe.

The fact that it had to be done with an ass-fuck was odd, but he was surprisingly okay with that, even with the size of the cock in question.

“Uh…let me think about that a bit?”

[i]A horse cock up my ass…a horse cock…[/i]

It was telling, he supposed, that his first thought wasn’t so much ‘hell no’ as it was ‘can I take it?’ He had been changing, becoming more and more open-minded, and after getting fucked by his doctor and by a random person on the street, he supposed it only made sense that he would be interested in seeing what it would feel like to be fucked by something truly massive.

Added to that was the fact that it seemed to matter a lot to Harry. They probably couldn’t do much for him once he had to leave, but they still wanted to do something, and that was a thing. That was a big thing. And he wanted to go along with it if he possibly could.

However…

A horse cock.

He could still feel the slight stretching that he had gone through with the feline doctor, could still feel the effects of the barbs up his butt. He knew how it had done a number on him, and he would be feeling that for a while. But what would he be feeling after he had something that big inside of him?

Looking over his shoulder didn’t help. It just reminded him of how big it was, and how much he’d be taking.

[i]God…fucking God…[/i]

The shivers running up and down his spine were not helping, and neither was the half-boner in his pants. The very idea should have been enough to make him say no, but he was honestly more tempted to say yes. Particularly if it did make people think twice before messing with him.

And considering that animal pheromones tended to last between showers, that would probably go a long way towards helping him, too.

He rubbed the back of his head as he set his dish on the drying rack, looking back at the equines again. They were both still staring, still waiting. He sighed.

“Look…If we’re going to do it, I want to go slow.”

“We have no problem with that,” Harry said.

“And I want this to be safe, okay? I don’t want to have my ass broken open and then left with no way to walk. Or need to call the hospital.”

“That…is a concern,” Jolene admitted, looking down at her husband’s cock. “I still don’t know how you made yours feel better than his.”

“I don’t either. Pheromones can’t be all of that, but – ugh. We’re getting off-topic.”

He sat down at the table again, more to settle his head than for any other reason. The two equines kept their eyes on him, Jolene with her head cocked to the side, Harry idly stroking himself under the table. He took a deep breath, trying to make sure that he was thinking with his head rather than his dick.

[i]I can do that, if they’re both careful, and if they both stop if it goes too far.[/i] He had no doubt that they would listen. They’d listened to him quite well so far, and that meant the world. [i]And it would be a great way to remember them.[/i]

“I’ll do it.”

#

Half an hour later, they were in the bedroom, and Harry was sitting on the far side of the room, idly stroking his cock. They had agreed that it would be better for the stallion to be close to climax already when he actually jammed his cock into the human’s ass, since that would mean that they minimized the amount of time that the huge rod was inside of him. Roger was completely in agreement with that, if only for the fact that it would do a lot for him to just have it in him in the first place.

But before that, Jolene was going to take her time to get him nice and slick.

The mare had him lean back on the bed, his legs pulled up, his cock against his belly and his hands under his knees. She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her hands on his ass cheeks, and her breath puffed over his hole with a soft warmth. He bit his lips, trying not to pay too much attention to that, but the feeling was…well, to put it mildly, it was very distracting, and it was getting his cock to throb pretty hard.

“Mmm…”

Jolene’s soft moan made him blush. The idea that there was a woman enjoying being between his legs like this was a very different feeling. He had gotten rimmed by men before, but having her there, having a proper woman like the mare pressing her lips to his asshole with soft kisses, gentle nuzzles and –

“Mmmph!”

And soft licks were more than just physically arousing. It made him feel like a god among men, like he had been uplifted to something better, something more powerful than the average man.

He loved it, and it made him hard as a rock.

As she dragged her tongue along his rim, leaving him panting for breath, he looked past her at her husband. The stallion didn’t look jealous, but rather a bit embarrassed. Yet, for all that, his cock was throbbing, twitching. Roger blushed.

“You okay over there?” he asked.

“Yeah, just…didn’t expect this to be so hot…”

“You like watching her?”

“Yeah…she, um…she’s really getting into your ass…”

“Mmmph!”

‘Getting into’ was the operative phrase, apparently, because she had chosen that moment to shove her tongue deep inside of him. His asshole stretched to take it easily enough, but the sudden warmth and wet was definitely a new thing.

He shivered, curling his toes as she worked her tongue in and out of his hole, his eyes rolling back at the wet warmth that was shoved in every time. He could feel her, almost like she was spitting into his pucker, filling him up with something wet and slick to make it a little easier to get further in.

All the while, he could feel her warm breath puffing against his taint, and then further down, near his hole. She was smelling him, taking in the slight musk, the sweat, the…the pheromones. She was obviously getting turned on, as her smell started to fill the room, too, the hot scent of an aroused mare. Her hips bucked down, and Roger wondered if she was masturbating to what she was doing.

That thought made his cock all the harder.

“Mmmph…god…she’s really…really getting in there,” he said.

“She’s good?”

“Oh, she’s real good…”

“Mmmph…I’ve never seen her be this dirty before.”

He could feel the blush of the mare’s cheeks against his thighs as she worked her tongue in that little bit deeper, and he could tell that she was enjoying teasing her husband as much as she was enjoying the scent of him down there. She was digging her tongue around, flicking it over his prostate again and again.

Finally, she pulled her mouth back, strings of spit connecting his asshole to her mouth. She coughed, rubbing her mouth.

“Mmmph. That was…”

He didn’t even have words for it. As he panted for breath, though, Jolene smiled. She rubbed her fingers up and down his spit-soaked rim, and he could feel how it had swollen down there. She’d been nibbling and sucking between licks, dragging it open, forcing his hole to expand a little bit.

“You look eager down here…” she said. “Are you…”

“A little more fingering first…and a lot of lube…”

She nodded, reaching under the bed. He wasn’t surprised when she pulled out a pump-bottle of it, but he was surprised when she pushed the tip of the bottle into his asshole. He had a second to realize it was there before –

SQUELCH!

The sudden coolness inside almost made him tighten up, but she kept pushing down, adding no less than five pump squirts of lube into his hole. As he squeezed down, he could feel it squelching around inside of him, making him feel wet and slimy in there, feeling like his ass had been completely flooded with it.

It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was weird.

Jolene slathered her fingers in another two pumps, and pushed three of her digits in right off the bat. The mare had her head cocked to the side, her mane hanging over the side of her neck and head, but Roger was more focused on the feeling of being stretched by those three fingers. They pushed in pretty far, and they were definitely thicker than the cat cock that he had taken earlier that afternoon.

[i]Fuck…[/i]

He huffed, shivering, curling his toes again and again. As he flopped his head back – only to hiss softly in pleasure-pain at the fourth finger sliding in – he looked at the stallion again.

Harry was definitely enjoying the show. Whether it was because of his wife getting another guy off or because he was looking forward to jamming his dick up a human ass, Roger couldn’t guess, but the stallion was hard as a rock, and he was throbbing more and more by the second. That stiff prick was already oozing pre-cum like a faucet, and it was not going to last long once it was inside of him.

He honestly looked forward to finding out what it was going to feel like, even though he knew that it was going to leave him gaping.

As Jolene rocked her fingers back and forth a few times, making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust, he felt his orgasm tingling up in preparation. He was right on the verge now, something that was new to him with his ass.

Finally, she stopped. She pulled her fingers free with a loud slurp, moving to stand beside him.

“Alright. He’s ready for you, honey,” she said.

Harry darted from his chair to the foot of the bed almost immediately, the stallion looming over him. That fat cock was right on the verge of losing control, the flare spread wide, the urethra hole dribbling like mad. Harry looked like a man possessed, his hips twitching, his balls pulled up and then dropping and then pulling up again. The stallion wanted to breed, and would hopefully only have a thrust or two in him.

That was what they were all hoping, anyway. That thing was big, and there was every possibility that Harry wouldn’t be able to control himself.

The stallion lowered his cock down, pressing it against the human’s stretched pucker. Roger could feel the difference in heat between that and Jolene’s tongue or her fingers. That rod was burning hot, ready to rut, fuck, breed.

It brushed against his hole once, twice, three times, rubbing against him, teasing him with the soft pleasure and pressure that it offered, then reminding him that it was huge when the full flare was flattened against his hole. The feeling of it was almost like a fist down there, and while Jolene had almost gotten her fist in him…

[i]Oh fuck…oh fuck…[/i]

He could feel it pressing down a bit harder, then a bit harder after that. Just a bit more, pushing in, making his rim feel like it was being spread wide. Almost inside, the flare was, only the bit on the edge.

Then the stallion pulled back, grinding his dripping pre-cum all over Roger’s hole again, sliming it up with something hot rather than something cold. The stallion was huffing, puffing, his nostrils flaring as he was on the verge of losing control. Roger pulled his legs up a bit higher, offering a bit of a better angle –

Thrust.

Pop.

It was like something had just shoved the air right out of his lungs, and considering the sheer size of the stallion’s shaft, it might have just done that. His eyes went wider and wider as he felt a long wheeze pushed right past his lips, his hole feeling like it had been filled with something [i]much[/i] bigger than a fist. That had punched right into him, going past his prostate, up through his butt and further into his body.

Yet, for all that, it didn’t hurt. It was…mind-blowing, so big that he couldn’t really put a word to it. It was…it was…

Overwhelming.

He couldn’t breathe as the big horse pulled back, that massive shaft feeling like it was pulling his insides along for the ride. Roger wheezed, the sound of it rising in pitch, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he felt that pressure rising again, pushing against him, filling him and emptying him –

Thrust.

Another slam, another sudden hit, and he was filled to the brim again. The air was gone from his lungs, no more coming in. He stared straight at the ceiling, his cock doing…something. Pulsing, throbbing? Squirting, maybe. He felt the heat hitting his stomach, running off the sides, and he moaned with what tiny bit of air was left in his throat.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Each thrust rocked him, something too overwhelming to be called pleasure or pain, but something that left him breathless past anything else that he had done. That massive cock had left him numb from the legs down, and his cock throbbed and pulsed and [i]came[/i] with each thrust, spilling his load over his belly again and again.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Hold.

And finally, warmth.

He felt it spreading, felt it going through his guts as the thick seed finally came through. His eyes were wide, his stomach warm, his bowels the same. It kept squirting, kept filling him up, kept spreading. He could feel the pressure down on his hole, feel the way that the cock was throbbing inside of him, but it was too big for any of that mess to slide back out of his hole while it was so deep inside of him.

Roger was utterly paralyzed, both by the sensation and the fact that he was impaled by something so huge. He could not have moved if he wanted to, whether further onto it – god forbid – or sliding off of it. He barely had the presence of mind to remember how to breathe as the warmth spread through him.

Pulse, pulse, pulse went that thick thing, and he could feel it still spreading, making his stomach rise, making his hole burn from just how far it had been stretched. The lower part of his belly kept rising with the sheer amount of seed that was in him, and he gasped quietly as he was able to slowly lift his hands and rest them on the growing bulge.

“Are you okay?” Jolene whispered.

“Nnnngh…uh…uh-huh,” he managed to grunt.

“Thank heavens…”

Harry had the face of someone that had completely forgotten the rest of the world existed, his eyes half-closed, his tongue hanging out as he blew his load, and continued to. Roger wasn’t sure how much seed the horse had pushed into him, but he knew one thing for sure. He wasn’t going to be leaving the bathroom for a while.

Finally, the pulsing finally stopped, and he groaned as he felt the ripples and rolls in his guts. The sheer amount of liquid in him made him feel like he had just gone to the hospital to be emptied out, and he could tell that he smelled of horse.

[i]Wonder if that…if that’ll do anything…to the pheromone stuff…[/i]

It didn’t matter. What did matter were the slight cramps that were already going off in his stomach and bowels. He managed to tap Jolene’s thigh to get her attention, and the mare leaned down for him to whisper to her.

“Gotta…gotta get it out…”

“What?”

“Too much…gotta…”

“Oh, oh right. Harry.”

She poked her husband, then gave him a light smack across the chest. He jerked, and so did his cock, and it felt like it smacked right into the front of his bloated stomach. He gagged from the feeling, covering his mouth.

“Carry him to the bathroom. He, uh, needs some time.”

“Oh. Uh. Right. You okay staying on my cock while we do that?”

Roger nodded, not trusting himself to speak. As he was lifted, he just hoped that this wasn’t going to be an all-nighter.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: The Watfords aren’t happy to have to stop being hosts, but they go along with it. Harry, however, has something that he’d like to do before Roger goes.

Tags: M/M, M/F, female rimming male, rimming, tongue-fucking, anal, sweat, musk, cum inflation, series, human addiction, affection, pheromones, lust, cuckolding, open relationship, cum, orgasm, size difference, fingering,