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Hey everyone!

I'm posting a little sooner that I said I would because I finished this a lot earlier than I thought! So, here it is. Just a reminder, this story is for adults, to be taken no more than once every 4 hours, contains original characters not to be used without my permission, and may cause inflammation of the genitals. If you experience an erection lasting more than 48 hours, stop looking at porn. For more information, talk to your doctor about any other furry smut you may be looking at, and recommend my writing.

With that, I hope you enjoy!

Saguaro Sky

Part 2 - Save a horse

Hal's eyes peeled open to a face full of warm sun. He groaned and buried his head back into the darkness under the sleeping bag. The pulsing headache ravaging his brain made him want to scream, but he noticed that Don was still sleeping next to him.

He braved the bright world again and looked up at the clear blue sky in a daze. As he craned his head, Don gave out a lengthy yawn, curling his tongue as he turned to the horse.

"Good morning," Don said smiling.

"Uhhg, what happened last night?" Hal said sitting up and looking around some more. "My head feels like it's about to split open. I don't even remember coming up here."

Don chuckled. "Well, you were pretty wasted last night. You finished off a whole bottle of whisky."

"I can believe it," Hal said, holding his forehead and shielding his eyes from the sun.

Hal shifted to try and get out of the sleeping bag but paused and quickly bunched up the bag near his crotch.

"Uhh..." Hal said looking at the coyote lying next to him. "Why am I naked?"

"Well, that was all your idea. You said you needed a shower, so you went and had one."

Hal noticed that Don wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Are... are you naked too?" he asked nervously, fidgeting with the clump of fabric in his hands.

Don lifted up his side of the sheet and looked down. "Yep."

"Did... did we... umm..."

"Take a shower together?" Don said laughing.

"Oh, shit." Hal started to freak out. "But, we didn't like... do anything, right?"

Don just smiled back at the horse.

"Oh my god," Hal said, looking around for his clothes, finaly spying a shirt which he picked up and climbed out of the sleeping bag, attempting to cover his nudity. He looked down at the coyote. "I... I... I need to throw up."

Hal ran to the edge of the roof, fell on his knees and hurled his insides out. The sound of vomit splattering on the ground below made Don look away, even through the sun was perfectly illuminating the horses rear view; his mind being temporarily preoccupied left a clear shot of his dangling package.

"You ok?" Don asked after a few more splats.

Hal nodded between heaves before realizing the show he was giving and attempted to cover up more with the crumpled shirt and closed his legs more.

After a few minutes, Don put on a pair of pants and walked over to the heaving horse.

"I believe you have my shirt," he said, pointing to the horse's makeshift loin cloth.

"I'll give it back to you in a bit," he said, looking up at the coyote, feeling humiliated and dirty.

"That's fine, just don't stretch it out." Don gave a wink and walked down the stairs, getting downwind of the vomit splattered on the side of the building. He quickly darted back into the house and pulled on a new shirt, smiling as he thought about what had happened in the night before.

He dug around and found some instant oatmeal, but remembered that all the water was gone. He walked back outside to pump a little water, but couldn't see Hal anymore on the roof. The creaking of the lever lead to the eventual gargle of flowing water, and the coyote walked back into the kitchen.

He filled a pot with some water and placed it on the stove. He opened the large iron door of the black stove and brushed off his paws, sighing. We went out and got some wood and matches and quickly got a fire going.

Eventually, he had two bowls of steaming breakfast on the table, just in time for Hal to walk back in, holding his head in pain.

The horse walked past Don without looking at him and dug through a box for some aspirin. He popped two pills in his mouth and sat down at the table, which still held the bottles of alcohol.

"Yeesh..." he said to himself, pushing a bottle away from him.

Don sat down and started eating his oatmeal.

Hal looked over to him but didn't say anything.

"Don," he said after a while, "What happened last night was..." he looked off to the other side of the room.

"Was?"

"A mistake."

Don's heart sank at the words.

"I'm not sure what we did," Hal went on. "But, we shouldn't have done it."

"You seemed to enjoy it last night," Don said, suddenly losing his appetite and abandoning his half eaten bowl.

"That was just the alcohol. I'm... not attracted to you like that."

"Bull shit!" Don said fiercely. "You came on to me harder than I've ever seen you come on to anyone. You put my hand on your cock, and you sucked me off. I didn't do a thing but stand there!"

Hal closed his eyes, half from the pain of hearing the loud yelling, and half from the disbelief of what he was hearing. "I... I did that?"

"Yes," Don said, looking Hal in the eyes. "You kissed me, and you held me in your arms under the night sky. You would have fucked me eight ways to Sunday if your dick had worked! Don't tell me you didn't do it on purpose."

"Could you please not yell," Don said, rubbing his temples.

Don just glared at him, wanting to scream his lungs out.

"God, Hal. I've been into you since boy scout camp, and you know it. And even then, you wanted to pass it off as nothing or just not talk about it. Nothing has changed with you." Don stood up. "I made you breakfast, by the way." Don picked up the bowl of oatmeal. "Here, why don't you fuck it too! Doesn't seem to mean much to you!" He shoved the bowl into Hal's crotch, sending the goopy mess all over his pants.

The coyote stormed off and out the door. Hal sighed and winced as the screen slammed shut.

"Fuck."

***

A half hour later, Hal emerged from the dark house in a pair of sunglasses and a new pair of pants. He walked around the compound, but didn't see Don anywhere. He did notice that the vomit had been washed away. The car was still there, so he hadn't gone anywhere, unless it was on foot. He finally walked up to the roof and found the coyote hugging his knees on the bed looking off into the distance.

Hal walked up behind him.

"Go away," Don said, wiping away some tears.

Hal just stood there.

"You know," Hal said softly. "I do like you. I always have. You're more special to me than anyone in this world." Hal sat down next to the coyote.

Don sniffled and turned his head away.

"But, I swore that I'd never touch you again after that day at camp." Don looked over at the horse, who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Why?"

"Because, I didn't want to change anything between us. When you went down on me, I knew that our friendship wouldn't be the same, and I was afraid. So, I wanted to hide it and pretend it never happened. I wanted to stay where we were because I liked it, and I didn't want to lose it."

Don looked into the horse's eyes.

"But," Don said, sniffling again, "we could have been better. Closer. Happier."

"We were close. And we were happy."

"You were. I wanted more. I wanted to feel you; to love you. I wanted to be more than friends, but you made me hide it all. You made me take all those feelings and stuff them inside. And I've hid them all these years, and I can't stand it anymore. I wasn't happy, really, just content."

"Well, I'm sorry," Hal said, squeezing Don's shoulder.

"Are you?" Don said, brushing the hand away. "You sure don't seem like it. In fact, I think you wish I didn't like you. I'm just an inconvenience that you wish would go away."

Hal stayed silent.

"See?" Don went on. "I want it, and you want it, but you don't want to pay the price to have it. You think you can just get liquored up, have another fun round with me, and pretend that we're just friends, when we're not. We could have been happy, we could have been better, but we're not. Everything you worried about happened, you just didn't see it... You just didn't see it." Don started to cry again. "Just go away, I don't want to be around you anymore."

Hal leaned forward and kissed Don's cheek. "Can I make it up to you?"

"How?" Don said, looking back at the horse.

"By doing this again, sober?" He leaned in and kissed the coyote on the lips. His hand held the back of Don's head as he kissed him deeply. He broke the kiss and said "I want to start over. Tonight."

"Hal," Don said looking away. "It's too late. You broke my heart twice."

"I know. Just tell me how to make it up to you."

Don through about it. "I want a romantic date. I real one. Tonight."

"Done. Anything else?" Hal said, holding his paw.

"Surprise me," Don gave a faint smile.

Hal smiled. "I can do that. But, you'll need to go back inside and wait until it's ready."

Don looked up at the horse and gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting up and walking down the stairs. Hal sat on the bed and tried to think of how he was going to pull it off.

Once inside, Don pulled out a book and started reading. Five pages in, he heard a loud crash and a string of curse words coming from outside near the shed, followed by a very clear "I'm fine. Don't look out the window."

Don just smiled and shook his head and went back to reading. 25 pages later, he saw Hal sneaking in through the door, but stopped as the coyote looked at him.

"Uhh, just, keep reading," Hal said, walking slowly to a pile of stuff. "Actually, could you just turn around?"

Don complied, and listened to the sounds of shifting bags and hooves on the wooden floor. After a few minutes, he heard the screen door slam and the horse say a quick "Thank you! You can look again." Don looked back and tried to tell if anything was missing; his curiosity starting to peek.

After about an hour, the horse returned and walked over to the table. Don bookmarked his page as Hal sat down.

"How are you?" Hal said awkwardly.

"Just fine how about you?" Don answered.

"Not bad. Nice weather, huh?"

"Wouldn't know, I've been inside."

"Oh yeah. So, anything on your mind?"

"Actually, yes. Ever since last night, I've been wondering how long you've been going commando."

Hal looked down at his lap. "Oh, well, um, a long time. Don't remember exactly.

"So, why do you?"

"I just like the feel. Plus, less stuff I need to wash."

"And pack. I noticed you didn't have any underwear when we got your stuff together, but I didn't want to say anything because I thought it would be too awkward. Plus, I figured you didn't want me seeing your undies."

"Nope, just don't wear them."

"Don't things get all jumbled around down there without them? Especially since you're so... big?"

Hal blushed. "Well, that's why I wear tight pants."

"Makes sense."

There was a long pause of silence.

"So, hear any news lately?" Hal said finally.

"What's with the small talk?" Don asked suspiciously.

"Well... it's not quite ready yet," he said, leaning back in his chair. "We need to kill a little time."

"How much?"

"Oh, not much... maybe an hour... or two."

Don rolled his eyes. "So, what is your plan besides boring conversation?"

"Well... I'm not sure," Hal said, laughing. "Have any ideas?"

Don stood up and walked to the window. "Well, we do need more water."

Hal nervously walked up next to him. "Uhh... fine. But you can't look up at the roof. Ok?"

"I won't, I promise," Don chuckled.

They both walked outside, Hal watching Don closely to make sure his eyes didn't wander too far. They began to pump in the hot sun. Hal paused to take his shirt off again.

"Déjà vu!" Don joked as he looked the horse up and down.

"Hey, it's hot out here. Why, do you want me to take off more?"

"Well, it'd fit with the repeat of last night. But no, I don't want to get distracted."

"Oh, I'll show you distracting," Hal said getting closer to Don, flexing his chest muscles.

"Let's just finish the job, ok Big Boy?" the smirking coyote said, pushing the horse away gently. "There'll be time for that later."

They finished pumping the water and walked back inside.

As they sat back down, Hal asked "Shirt on or off?"

"Off. I'd like to say it's because I don't want you over heating, but really, you're just too pretty to cover up."

Hal just smiled and tossed the shirt into his pile of bags.

Don looked around the room and noticed a gray cowboy hat hanging on a nail on the wall. He stood up and walked over to it.

"Think it was your great uncle's?" he said picking it up and looking at the inside.

"Probably. His boots are outside. I'm sure there is a lot of his stuff around here he left behind. The shack was sure full of it."

"So I heard," he chuckled while walking over to Hal.

He put the hat on the horse's head, and the ear holes fit perfectly. He took a few steps back and took a look. Hal leaned back into a pose.

"You look like a smoking ad."

Hal pantomimed smoking a cigarette and they both laughed. Hal reached up to take the hat off.

"Hey." Don stopped him. "Who said you could take that off, cowboy?"

"Settle down, little doggie," Hal said in a cheesy western accent. "I was just tippin' it up." He flicked the brim, setting it father back on his head.

"Howdy partner," Don said, getting into the act too. "You the new sheriff in town?"

"Yep. Just moseyed on in to this here saloon to wet my whistle."

"Where's your badge?" Don said, stepping closer.

"Well, I was washin' up in the crick, and some bandits done gone and stole my shirt, which had my badge on it."

"Too bad. I love a man in uniform." Don placed a paw on the horse who was laying back in a chair with his legs open.

"Bahh, those badges are a nickel a dozen. I got 11 more back home."

"Well, in that case," Don said, straddling Hal's lap, "What'll ya have?"

"Why don't ya give me a tall, stiff one?"

"Mmm, feels like you already got one, cowboy," Don said, sliding his paw down Hal's lap and feeling the straining bulge. "Hi-ho silver!" he gave a squeeze.

Hal jerked up from the chair, sending Don stumbling back, almost falling over. Don looked up at the horse as he stood there.

"Everything ok?" Don asked.

"I... I don't know," Hal said looking down. "It was... until..."

"Until I grabbed your crotch," Don said disappointingly. "I knew it was too good to be true." He walked back over to his chair and sat down. "It's all just an act, isn't it?"

"What?" Hal said, walking to the table. "No, it's not that, it's just... I don't know."

Don just looked away, softly scratching at the table in frustration.

"Its fine, Hal. I'd rather you tell me the truth than lie. You can make it up to me some other way. Pump the water on your own for a few days or something, I don't know."

Hal sighed and looked out the window. "Oh, it's time! Meet me on the roof in 15 minutes." He walked to the door.

"It's fine Hal," Don said closing his eyes. "You don't have to do this. Just forget about it."

Hal looked out the screen door. "Just... just meet me up there in 15 minutes ok?"

Don just scratched a little harder into the table until he heard the screen door close. The coyote put his head in his hands and sighed. "I'm so tired of this. I shouldn't have said anything." He looked back at the table to make sure he hadn't left a mark when he noticed that Hal had taken all the bottles of booze. "Shit."

After 15 minutes, he walked out the door. The sun had just started to go down, and he walked over to the stairs, looking up at the roof, but didn't see anything. When he reached the top, Hal was sitting at a table made of some sort of scrap wood covered in some old cloth with the bottles holding lit candles.

Don smiled as he walked over and sat down on an old wooden chair. "Well, this is nice."

"Thank you. It was hard to find a functioning chair out here. I'm sitting on an old crate right now." He shifted to the sound of creaking wood.

"Well, that was very thoughtful of you."

"I got you some flowers," Hal said, reaching down and pulling up a bouquet of various wild plants. "Well, they would be flowers if there were any flowers out here."

Don took the tied up clump of sage and mesquite branches and sniffed them. "Well, they smell good."

Don looked back at the horse smiling back at him with the maroon and pink sky in the background. The last rays of the sun sent their warm glow to their sides. The desert was quiet and there was no wind. Hal reached a hand over the table and Don met it. His thumb rubbed his fingers as they looked off at the fading sliver on the horizon. Soon, the sky was dark and glittering with stars and the only light came from the still flames on the candles.

"You look cute in that hat," Don said. "Don't take it off."

"Yes sir."

Don looked down at the empty plate in front of him.

"Oh!" Hal said, reaching down below the table again. "So, I don't cook, as you know, so dinner is pre-made." He pulled up a pair of Twinkies, a bag of pretzels and two bottles of water. "Sorry, it was kind of short notice.

"It's just fine," Don said as Hal opened the bag and poured the pretzels onto the plates.

They munched away at their dinner and did small talk like any other date. The night got darker and colder. As Don ate the last of his twinkly he noticed Hal shiver.

"You know, you can put on a shirt if you want."

"No, it's fine," Hal said, trying to stop himself from shivering again.

Don just looked at him kind of funny.

"Well, thank you for the lovely date. It was just what I asked for." Don smiled.

"I'm glad you liked it," Hal said, holding Don's paw again.

Don looked up at the starry sky again.

"It's really pretty out here without all the lights."

"Yeah. Makes you feel so small, doesn't it?"

"A little. Just think, hundreds of thousands of years ago, people were looking up at the sky just like we are. They've been here so much longer than we have, and they'll be there long after we're gone. Our lifetimes are just seconds to theirs."

"And it just keeps going on forever."

Don felt the horse's thumb on his fingers again and he looked down.

Hal leaned over and gave the coyote a kiss.

As Don leaned back, he stopped. "Wait, weren't you supposed to surprise me?"

Hal chuckled nervously. "Well... umm. Well, I'm not wearing pants."

Don just laughed.

"It seemed like a better idea at the time."

"No wonder you're shivering." Don chuckled again. "Well, let me see!"

Hal paused. "Don't laugh." He stood up slowly.

"Aww, it has a bow!"

In the candle light, Don could see that wrapped around Hal's package was a red ribbon done up in a bow. His long, soft cock rested neatly on top of his large balls, held tightly in place because of the cold air.

"Well now I feel overdressed!" Don said looking back up to his nude friend's face.

"It's an easy fix."

"That it is," Don said standing up and pulling off his shirt. "I got a nice view of the back this morning. Good to know it looks even better from the front." He walked over to the horse and placed a paw on the quickly warming piece of flesh and looked into his eyes.

Hal didn't flinch, which made Don smile. "Is this for real?"

Hal nodded.

"And you're not going to run away?" Don asked.

Hal shook his head.

"Even if I do this?" Don grabbed as much of the still soft cock as he could and leaned down, running his tongue along its full length. He only heard a moan from the horse and he leaned back up. "Good," he said, unzipping his pants. "Because I want to be fucked eight ways to Sunday."

He pushed the horse down onto the bed, landing him with his legs spread and his cock lying across his hip. Don turned around and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, wagging his tail for the horse. He peeked over his shoulder.

"Like what you see?"

Hal nodded and his cock pulsed.

Don leaned down and spread his legs apart and lifting his tail, pressing down on his hard cock, shifing everything down, displaying for the horny horse. "How about now."

Hal nodded again, and his cock jumped, spring up off his hip. Don turned around and walked over to the hard horse. By now Hal was fully aroused and almost the length of his thigh.

"My, my, you have grown since boy scout camp," said Don as we grabbed the tip of his length, making him neigh softly in pleasure. With his other paw, he pulled all the way down to his based where his full orbs stayed tightly tied in place. He ran a finger over the taught flesh between the two balls. "I bet you shoot a full load with this arsenal, Tex."

"You bet your saddle I do."

"Can't wait to see your gun tricks," Don said getting down on his knees and licking the salty flesh. Hal moaned again. He pulled his tongue from between his balls and up his shaft as far as he could. A drip of pre fell down his length and Don lapped it up. He cupped the bulky bundle in his paw as he leaned the cock down straight in front of him.

The thick tip aimed straight for his muzzle as he opened wide. He stuck the wide head into his mouth and started sucking. The slick pre coated the back of his throat as he tried to take in as much as he could. Looking down the rest of the thick shaft in front of him, he brought his two paws down on the girth and started pumping. Hal moaned and Don looked up at the heavily breathing horse.

The coyote's paws slid up and down the dark, slick rod as more and more pre dripped from Hal's tip. The horse leaned back, supporting himself with his arms as his hips started to gently thrust.

"Shit, that feels good," Hal said as he looked down at the coyote massaging his rock hard cock. Don just kept pumping and sucking away. Hal started panting, and he thrust a little more, each time, sliding his cock to the very back of Don's throat.

Don started to gag and began to swallow to try and stop it. At the same time, Hal thrust, sending his stiff rod deep into Don's warm, tight throat.

"Oh fuck!" Hal yelled in pleasure as he threw his head back, still thrusting.

Don looked down as the cock in front of him disappeared deeper into his throat, swallowing constantly because he didn't know what else to do. He grabbed the remaining shaft and squeezed, feeling it start to pulse in his grip. He felt a warmth flow to his stomach as Hall neighed loudly.

He could feel the thick shaft grow in his throat with each load, but the sudden urge to breath made him start to panic. After the fifth pulse, he pulled off with a gasp, feeling thick wads of cum land on his face. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth as the hot ropes landed on his muzzle and chest. He held the jumping rod in front of him until he felt it get soft in his grip.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the spent horse who looked down at him.

"Wow. You look like a glazed donut," Hal said as Don's paws left the softening cock.

Don licked his lips and wiped off his face, feeling the slippery cum gather in his paw. He shook it off and added it to the puddle between them. He looked at the long, soft cock hanging off of the side of the bed as it dripped.

"Do they let you on airplanes with that thing?" Don said, picking at a clump of cum stuck in his whiskers.

"Actually, I did get stopped once because they thought I was smuggling something," Hal said looking down at his jizz coated member. "You should have seen the look on the guy's face that had to pat me down when I proved it was really me."

"I can imagine," Don said chuckling.

Hal laughed too as he laid down and looked up at the stars. He placed his hands behind his head, enjoying the cool breeze on his hot body. He felt a finger run along his cock and he looked over.

Don was standing between his legs with a full erection.

"I hope you don't think we're finished."

Don straddled the horse's stomach, pressing his cock into the well toned chest. He reached down and took the hat off the horse's head and put it on his own. He slid back and onto Hal's hips where he felt a thick, warm, hard cock under his ass. "Good," he said as he swiveled his hips slowly into the stiffening member. Hal moaned again as he sensitive dick brushed against the fuzzy rump.

Don reached down and felt the long, hot cock reach half way up his back. He pulled the still stiffening rod under his arm and across his hip and held it against his own.

"Mmmm, why have you kept me from this for so many years?" Don said as he let the cock spring back.

He slid forward along Hal's chest until his cock was almost to his mouth. Hal picked up on the message and grabbed the coyote's member and stuck the tip into his mouth. Don moaned as he felt the horse start to suck and he gently rocked back and forth onto his chest. He felt two large hands grab his ass and squeeze.

The hand pushed him forward, sliding his cock all the way into the horse's mouth, making Don gasp. The coyote felt something hard press against his back and reached behind. He gripped the head of Hal's cock and gently massaged it as the horse did a trick with his tongue. Don felt another squeeze to his cheeks and he moaned before pulling out.

"Don't get too carried away there, big boy," Don said, sliding back all the way, letting the long horse cock glide between his thighs and landing against Hal's chest with a thud. He got on his knees between Hal's splayed legs and lifted the horse's hips up, putting his knees on his shoulders.

Hal looked down in confusion, his bundled up package hiding the view, until he felt a warm pressure against his pucker. He gripped down on the sleeping bag they were laying on and closed his eyes as he felt the hard rod start to push. He felt Don's cock press harder and harder against him, until he remembered to unclench his ass, and felt the tip shoot into him.

Hal huffed and gripped the sheets harder as the coyote thrust deeper in to the tight hole. He looked up at the panting, focused coyote then down at his cock lying only inches from his mouth. He arched his hips forward a little more and stuck the tip of his own cock in his mouth and started to suck.

As Don's hips collided with the muscular ass of his friend, he looked down at the self sucking action. He reached over and gripped where the ribbon was still straining and squeezed. He could hear the muffled moan of the horse as he slammed into his hot, soft ass.

Hal started to feel the coyote's cock get thicker at the base, and each thrust become harder to push in. A tear ran down his face as he felt one last thrust in and they were tied. Don continued to push deeper in, moving the horse's hips forward, sending his cock farther into his mouth. Don's hand squeezed down the horse's shaft while the other groped his large balls.

The coyote thrust deeply in, howling loudly into the night as his cock erupted into the horse. As the hot jizz poured inside of Hal's stretched insides, and Don's paw slid down his shaft again, the horse felt his on pressure of another orgasm come, and soon felt warm, hot cum flowing down the sides of his face as he tried to gulp the load down.

Don panted as he looked at the horse beneath him as he pulled the cock from his mouth.

"Haha..." Don said between pants. "You look like... a cream filled doughnut."

Hal just licked his lips and said, "You know it."

They both laughed and Hal tried to pull away, but couldn't.

"So..." he said, trying again, making Don jerk forward each time. "This is new."

"It'll go down in a little bit. You just have to give it time."

"Alright," Hal said, looking around. "Want to play eye spy?"

"Why not?" Don said, "I've done everything else today."

"I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with 'C.'"

"Cock?" Don said, sliding a paw down Hal's cock.

"Nope," he said with a shiver.

"Cum?"

"No."

"Cloud?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Candle."

"Yep!"

"Ok, my turn! I spy with my little eye..." Don said, shifting on his knees a little, "something that starts with... THIS IS GOING TO HURT!" he yelled as pulled his hips back and popped free from the horse.

Hal winced and let out a little "Oww..." he said, clenching his ass. "Thanks for the warning?"

"No problem. Any time," Don said, moving out from under the horse's knees and standing up beside the bed.

He looked down at his fur, which was caked in cum.

"I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?" he asked to the horse as he rubbed his rump.

Hal got up, avoiding the bed touching his lower half and stood in front of the coyote, their faces almost touching.

"What? No kiss?" he horse said, leaning in, and wrapping his arms around the coyote, pressing their bodies together. Don hugged the horse back, letting a paw travel south to the sculpted road butt. He felt a pulse between them against his thigh and giggled as he broke the kiss.

"How much more do you have in there?" he said looking down between them

"Oh, a lot more," he said looking down too.

"Well," Don said, placing his arms of the shoulders of the horse and looking back up at him. "I don't, so we'll save it for another night. Now, blow out those candles and come with me to the shower.

"Aww, fine."

The horse walked over to the candles on the table and blew them out, before walking down the stairs after the coyote. It was almost completely dark as they carefully moved down the stairs.

"You know," Don said, "I can hear the sound of your cock slapping against your legs as you walk down." Hal blushed in the darkness. "I can also hear that you're getting harder. It's less of a flop and more of a thud."

The teasing coyote made it to the bottom of the steps and wandered over to the shower and hung the hat on the side of the fence. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could just barely make out a faint silhouette accompanied by the sound of crunching gravel.

"Hal, is that you?" Don said, reaching out and down into the darkness. He grabbed something and heard a neigh. "Yep, that's you. And yep, you're hard." He pulled the cock into the shower pen and closed the door.

"Can you blame me?" Hal said, walking up behind his friend and pressing his cock between the two of them.

"Not with that thing I can't," Don said. "I don't know why you ever wear pants. Now give that thing to me."

Don grabbed Hal's cock and brought it down between his legs. He started pulling down its length with his own hardening cock along it.

"Thought you said you didn't have any more in you?" Hal said, reaching down to help.

"Oh shut up and rub."

As Hal's hands moved over their shafts, Don's paws moved back and onto the horse's round ass cheeks and jerked them closer, getting him to thrust between his thighs.

Hal placed his head on Don's shoulder as he humped into the coyote, his heavy breathing loud in his ear.

"God, I love your cock," Don said, turning to kiss the horse.

Hal thrust hard, his breathing getting heavier, Don's finger found his still wet pucker, and wiggled its way in. Hal moaned and squeezed down on their cocks.

Don felt his knot grow against the thick, hot dick below him, and he stuck another finger into Hal.

With a grunt, he felt Hal thrust one last time, hard enough to lift him off his feet, and the pulsing cock between his legs shot a load onto the side of the fence, landing in plops on the ground. Don gasped as his cock squirted too, adding to the mess on the dirt. He could feel the horse's heart beat loudly in his chest as his orgasm peeked.

They stood in the cold night panting. Don could feel his legs get a little wobbly. Hal kissed the coyote again and said "Ready?" Don nodded and with the creak of the release, cold water poured over them.

Don turned around and hugged the horse for warmth as the water washed away the evidence of the night.

"We need to figure out how to warm up this water," Don said, shivering.

"Agreed. But now, let's just be quick."

The two separated and scrubbed out their fur. They turned the water off and Don shook himself dry, sending water droplets everywhere. Hal just stood there dripping.

"Hey, want to rub all over me and do that again?" Hal said, jokingly.

"I am not your personal towel," Don said laughing. "But I may take you up on the offer anyway." He pressed himself up against the horse.

Hal smiled and looked up at something that caught his eye.

"What's that?" he said looking off in the distance.

Don turned around and saw a speck of flickering light. "Looks like a fire."

"A fire? From who? Wait a minute, isn't that West?"

Don looked up at Hal and they both said "The crick..."

That's it for now! Watch for part 3 soon!! :3