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Now everybody gather 'round the campfire, I have a story to tell. It's a dirty smut story, so all you 17 and under folk should cover your ears now. *strums a guitar*

Oh, there once was a horse too big for his britches!

He and his coyote friend near inherited riches!

But instead they both got stuck on some dusty old ranch,

Where the coyote liked to suck on his branch,

They made love more than two rabbits in heat,

And took turns playing with the other one's meat,

An otter wrote their story for furry porn browsers,

And the readers did read with tents in their trousers,

But the story wasn't for any innocent young soul,

And he didn't like anyone who, his ideas, they stole,

So, keep that in mind as you fap to this smut,

Or the otter is entitled to free use of your butt!

Hope you enjoyed my little song. Also, there is underage drinking in this story, but don't do it! Now read the real story and enjoy it more!

Saguaro Sky

Part five - Home Brew

The near naked coyote tipped over the kiddy pool, spilling the lukewarm mixture of water and cum onto the dry, thirsty ground as the equally nude horse stretched and yawned.

"Think the grocery store is still open in town?" Hal said, tucking his lengthy cock back into his wet purple underwear.

Don rolled the pool up against the side of the house. "Not sure, why?"

"Well, I was thinking ribs for dinner," Hal said, walking over to a scantily built brick grill off a ways and adjusting the back of his briefs with his thumbs.

"You'd have to go into town to find out." The coyote walked up to the iffy looking structure too. "I was wondering what this was. I thought it was some sort of kinky chair."

"We used to have one of these in the back yard of our old house. I actually got pretty good at cooking stuff on it. It takes a while, but I think we could use a nice meal after today."

"Sounds good to me," Don said, standing next to the horse and squeezing his butt.

Hal neighed in surprise and watched the coyote walk back into the house. "Want to come with?"

"Nah, unless you need me too," Don said, opening the screen door. "I'm going to go change."

Hal pulled off the clingy, wet underwear and hung it on a nail in one of the support beams on the patio to dry before walking inside.

"I'm starting to get used to this view of you," Don said, looking over at the horse as he walked in.

Hal just smiled as he walked over to his bags, letting his package swing between his legs. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed his keys, then walked out the door waving 'goodbye.'

Don shimmied out of his tight Speedo and hung it on the back of a chair. He dug around in his bag and pulled out a pair of underwear, holding it out in front of him and looked at it. "I wonder..." he said to himself, stuffing the underwear back and pulling on a pair of pants over his bare self. He zipped up his fly and moved his hips a little. "Huh... not too bad."

He stepped outside and looked over at the sun far off into the sky, just hovering above the jagged horizon of the mountains. He wandered to the grill and looked at the ashy insides. He leaned down and blew as hard as he could, sending ash and soot everywhere.

He stumbled back, coughing and wiping the dust from his eyes. He dug around in the shed and found a box of grilling items, including a large brush. He swept out the remaining dust and scrubbed at the aging metal grate.

After giving up on the hopeless task of cleaning the decrepit grill pit, he tossed the brush back into the box and picked up the tongs and fork, which looked almost like new with the exception of some rust near the handles. He brought them inside and washed the rust off as he heard the car pull back up and saw the flash of the headlights through the door as it turned to park.

Don walked outside and saw Hal hauling a large bag of charcoal over to the grill and dumping it on the ground with a thud.

"Well, that got cleaner," Hal said, looking at the grill and turning around to the coyote walking up behind him.

"You're welcome! Looks like the store was still open," he said, eyeing the charcoal.

"Yeah," Hal said, walking over to the car again and pulling out a bag with a large white bundle sticking out. "The butcher even gave me a deal." Hal pulled out the heavy parcel. "I only asked for two racks, but he gave me three."

"Oh really? More of the new-comer hospitality?" Don said, taking the bag as they walked inside.

"Actually," Hal said, before chucking nervously. "I think he might have been hitting on me."

"Oh really?" Don said setting the bag down on the table and looking at the horse incredulously.

"Umm... yeah." Hal unwrapped the ribs. "He was staring at me the whole time I was ordering."

"That's called customer service," Don said laughing as he unpacked the rest of the bag.

"No, this was a look."

"A look?" Don glanced up at the horse.

"A look." Hal smiled slightly, turning his head and lifting up an eyebrow.

The coyote burst out laughing. "Yeah, he was hitting on you alright. Was he some old, crusty coot?"

"No, actually, he was our age. Maybe a few years older."

"Was he cute?" Don asked, a little surprised at the answer.

"Yeah, I'd say so," Hal said trying to hide his smile as he looked down at the meat again.

"What'd he look like?" Don said, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Well, he was a horse too. Gray fur. About an inch or two taller than me. Messy white hair, and a tattoo on his bicep, but his shirt covered most of it up, so I couldn't see what it was."

"Huh," Don said, looking down at the sauce in front of him, feeling a little jealous. "What'd you do?"

"Oh, well..." Hal said, playing with a corner of the butcher paper. "I just kind of smiled, laughed at a joke he said, you know..." Hal noticed the coyote staring at him. "It was a funny joke. I didn't do it to flirt, I swear!"

Don squinted his eyes a little before picking up the bottle of BBQ sauce and reading the label. "We're going back there tomorrow. Together."

"Oh, come on. You can trust me, I wouldn't have done anything," Hal said, folding the meat back up and walking over to the coyote.

"I never said it was because I didn't trust you," Don said twisting the lid off and smelling the sauce. "I just want to see this butcher for myself."

Hal placed a hand on Don's shoulder. "No hurt feelings?"

Don looked up at him and smiled. "Touch him and I cut it off, got it?"

Hal pulled his hand away and closed his legs a little more. "I'm eternally and exclusively yours." Hal paused. "Master."

"I could get used to that," Don said, smirking. "Now cook my meat, well hung slave boy!"

"Yes, my all pleasurable master, I do as you say," Hal said laughing as took the sauce bottle from Don. "Please rest you're seductive self as I work." Hal pulled out a chair with his other hand and Don sat down on it.

Hal prepared the ribs and wrapped them in foil before walking outside with a can of lighter fluid.

As the horse tried to get a good heat going for the grill, Don looked around the room and saw a couple of flies buzzing around inside. He sighed and walked over to the bags from the day before and dug around for the fly tape. He saw the cap of a bottle and pulled the lube out of the bag. He looked over through the window at the horse poking at a growing flame and smiled as he slipped the bottle into his pants pocket.

He hung up the fly tape and looked out the window to make sure the horse was still busy with the fire. He grabbed a flashlight and quietly lifted open the door to the cellar and went down. He shined the light on the many dust covered bottles on the shelves. As his flashlight hit one with a handwritten label saying "Moonshine - for female company - May 1982" he grabbed it and walked back up, shivering as his foot accidently went through a cobweb.

As he closed the door, he looked back down at the bottle and ripped off the label, crumpling it into a wad and chucking it into a corner of the room, just in time to hear the clack of hooves on the patio. He turned around as Hal opened up the door. The sun had just started to set, and the glow of the dying fire blended into the orange sky.

Hal looked over at the coyote with the bottle in his hands. Don looked down and then back up and smiled.

"Seemed appropriate for the nice dinner," Don said, wondering how noticeable the bulge from the lube bottle in his pocket was.

Hal just smiled and walked over to the table. "I'll only have one glass, I promise." Hal pulled out a folded up apron from the bottom of the bag and told Don to turn around.

As the coyote looked back a minute later, the horse was standing there shirtless with the apron on, which was decorated with a kitschy print of a very full pair of breasts in a very small biking top, and a particularly curvy lower half to match.

"Classy," was all the coyote had to say as he walked over to the table and put the bottle down.

"It was the last one they had. Why, don't you like my new curves?" Hal said, getting close to Don.

"I preferred your old ones," Don said, reaching around and gripping the horse's ass. "But I think I'll manage." He laughed and kissed the horse. "You sure you weren't wearing that in the store? Your flirty butcher might have thought you were a woman. Seeing some of the guys around here, I'm sure the women aren't much prettier."

"What? I don't make a pretty girl?" Hal said pursing his lips and batting his eyelashes.

"You're not bad for one with a cock the size of her arm."

"Ladies don't discuss such things!" Hal said in a high voice while walking away in a dramatic huff.

The horse picked up the ribs and brought them outside, but not before stealing another kiss from the coyote. By the time Hal left, the house was dark inside, so Don made his way around to the generator and flicked it on before going back inside. He cleaned off some plates and got the matches and napkins and headed upstairs to the table. Under the light of the slowly dying sun, he set up the table, hearing the faint sizzling of the ribs below. As he finished, he stepped over to the corner of the roof and watched Hal as he poked around at the blackened tinfoil forms on the glowing coals.

Don stood there for a while watching the horse as the sky turned black and the stars came out. The faint sliver of the moon provided just enough light for Don to see as he walked back down. The smell of smoke was strong as he got closer to the grill.

"How's it going?" Don asked as he felt the warmth on his face amongst the cooling night air.

"Just fine. Should be about another hour or so," Hal said as he lifted up a corner of the tinfoil.

Don stared down at the flickering red coals before wandering back inside. The flies were now buzzing around the light bulb, so he moved the fly tape closer, hoping it would make a difference. He picked up a pair of cups and the bottle of moonshine and walked back up, after turning off the generator. He climbed up the steps and looked around at the clear night sky again from the bed.

He heard hoofs coming up the steps and felt Hal's arm around his shoulder as the horse sat down on the bed next to him.

"Think there will ever be a bad night out this summer?" Hal said.

"Probably not. There has to be a reason anyone would live out here." Don looked over at the horse. "Shouldn't you be poking at the ribs?"

Hal jabbed Don in the side. "Still am," he said laughing.

Don rubbed the tender spot and jabbed him back. "Want something to drink?" He stood up and walked over to the table and laid out the glasses.

"Just a little," Hal said as the coyote uncorked the bottle.

Don poured some of the potent liquid into the cups and brought them over to the horse. "Smells like this stuff is a lot even if it's a little," he said sitting down and holding the cup to his muzzle.

The horse took a whiff and held it away from his nose, wheezing a little. "My god, what is this stuff? It smells like vodka mixed with perfume."

"No idea. The label was ripped off," Don said holding the cup to his lips and taking a small sip. The horse watched as the coyote looked like he was swallowing a pinecone. "Burns a bit," Don said in a raspy voice.

Hal looked down into his cup. "I think I'll just wait until dinner. Probably not the best to drink and play with fire," he said standing up and setting the cup back on the table. "I'll be back up in a bit."

The horse walked down the steps as the coyote coughed and looked into his cup too before standing up and walking back to the table. He poured the remainder of his drink into Hal's. He found a water bottle next to the bed and poured it into his cup and sat down on the bed, feeling dizzy.

The stars started to spin a little as he felt the sip of drink take over. "Shit," he said lying down on the bed. As he watched the rotating heavens above him, he started to feel warm. He fanned his face until he felt his cock pulse in his pants. He placed a paw on the aching lump near his hip, moaning a little as he closed his eyes. His whole body prickled as he rubbed along his bulge. "Peter, you're a fucking genius," he said to himself as his paw slipped down below the waist of his pants.

His finger tips felt wonderful as they moved over his shaft, and he couldn't help curling his toes and moaning. He opened his eyes and looked around, wondering if Hal had heard him. His mind told him to pull his hand out of his pants, but his arm wasn't responding.

His paw gripped around his stiff cock, as he spread his legs apart, holding in a deep moan as his other paw gripped down on the corner of the mattress. "Fuck..." he said under his breath as his body tingled again. "What is that stuff?"

His heart raced in his chest as he squeezed down on his rock hard cock again, breathing heavily as he felt himself start to sweat. He heard hooves coming up the steps again, and with everything he had inside of him, Don pulled his hand out of his pants and sat back up, smoothing out his fur as he saw Hal's head poke up from the side of the roof.

The horse walked over to the coyote and smiled. He sniffed and looked around. "What's that smell?" Hal sniffed around, smelling the cups again and walking over to the bed and smelling the sheets. Hal shivered as the horse took a whiff of his shoulder. "It's you," Hal said, pressing his nose to the coyote.

"Me?" The coyote looked down at himself.

"Yeah, did you put on cologne or something? It's kinda musky, but in a good way," Hal said taking another whiff before standing up. "Anyways, just came up here to tell you the ribs are almost done. I'm just going to cut them up and put them on a plate and I'll be back up."

"Ok, sounds good," Don said, smelling himself as the horse walked away. He stood up, adjusting his erection before wandering over to the table and lighting the candles, looking at the bottle of moonshine and smiling.

He sat down at the chair and Hal came up with a plate of dripping ribs. He placed the heavy pile in the center of the table and sat down. "Dig in!"

They ate through most of the plate, stuffing themselves full. Don complimented Hal on the cooking, and Hal chucked the last pair of ribs onto his plate.

"I want to, I just can't," Don said, chuckling.

"Oh, come on. It'll just go to waste if you don't eat it."

The coyote sighed as he peeled off the meat of the last two ribs. He dropped the cleaned bone onto the plate and leaned back. "I am so full right now." He looked over to the horse smiling back at him and noticed the cup in the same place as he had left it. "How come you didn't drink anything?"

Hal looked down at the cup. "I'm a little nervous to after last time."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Don said as he tried to hide his smile.

Hal picked up the glass and took a sip. "Gahh, seriously, what is this?"

"It's got a bite, but it's pretty good after it goes down."

Hal looked down into the cup before swigging it back and drinking the last of it.

Don couldn't hold back his smile anymore as the horse placed the cup back on the table, shaking his head and making a sour face. "God, that's awful." Hal looked over to the grinning coyote, feeling a little sick. "Well, you're in a good mood."

Don just hid his smile again. "Good food does that to me, I guess."

Hal leaned back in his chair as the coyote poked at the messy pile of bones, waiting patiently. Don watched as a bead of sweat rolled down the horse's long nose. Hal shifted uncomfortably.

"I'll have to make ribs again some time," the horse said, trying to covertly place a hand under the table to adjust himself as another bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. "Kind of warm out tonight, isn't it?"

"I'm feeling fine," Don said, standing up from the table and walking over to the horse and giving him a kiss. He looked down at the growing bulge behind the horse's jeans.

The coyote walked over to the bed and sat down as the horse shifted on the wooden crate again.

"Something wrong?" Don said, watching the horse try to deal with his cramped predicament.

"Just a little warm," Hal said, wiping his forehead off and gripping the side of the crate as the world started to spin around him. He tried to hide his drunkenness in front of the coyote.

"It is a little warm out here," Don lied, as he lifted off his shirt, tossing it aside. "But not too warm to not share the bed with me, I hope," he said, patting next to him as he laid down.

"Not at all," Hal said as he stood up, losing his balance for just a split second before regaining it. "What's that?" Hal asked, looking off behind Don.

Don turned around at the shier darkness before turning back to see that the horse had shifted his hard cock down into his already tight pant leg. Don pretended not to have noticed as the horse shrugged and climbed into bed with the coyote.

"How are you feeling?" Don said, running a finger down Hal's chest, watching the horse shiver.

"Really good."

"How about now?" Don moved his finger down along the straining bulge on Hal's leg as he moaned.

"Really, really good," Hal said smiling as he grabbed the coyote and kissed him.

Don rolled on top of the hot horse and straddled his chest. He ran his paws down Hal's chest to where he was sitting and unzipped his fly, letting his hard cock spring out.

"No underwear?" Hal said, feeling the drunkenness hit him hard as he tried to focus on the presenting coyote in front of him.

"Nope, not tonight."

Don scooted back and between Hal's legs as he pulled off his pants and carefully placed them next to the bed. He leaned forward and crawled back over to horse, rubbing himself along the confined hard-on in Hal's pants, making the horse moan again before the coyote's lips pressed against his.

Don reached down past the bed, still kissing the horse before sliding his paws up along Hal's arms, pulling them up to the corners of the small mattress. Don broke the kiss as he felt something being tied to his wrist. He looked up at the clothes line that Don was tying to the side of the bed frame.

"Oh," Hal said looking back at the coyote above him. "This explains the liquor."

Don just smirked as he tied down his other wrist tightly. "Are you complaining?"

"Not at all. They're better than chains."

"If you're lucky, I'll pull those out later."

"Mmmm," Hal said as he watched the coyote moved down, kissing slowly along his chest. "Maybe it's the booze talking, but that sounds kinda good."

Hal felt Don tugging on his jeans as his kisses moved lower down his chest. His lips graced the hot skin over his flexing muscles until he passed his belly button. Don unzipped the horse's fly and his muzzle met a humid burst of musk from the overheated groin. The scent drove his mind wild as he licked at the sweltering black flesh of the horse's cock.

Hal neighed as the tongue rubbed along his base, his arms straining against the ropes on his wrists as the pleasure rode through him. He felt the coyote shift once again, getting off the bed. He looked down, wanting to ask why he had stopped, as he saw the coyote grab under his knees and pull. The horse yanked towards the coyote, stretching his arms out as he felt his pants slip down. The tight denim slipped off his legs, and his rock hard member sprang straight up into the cool air.

Don tossed the pants aside as he pulled out another length of the cord and tied Hal's ankles down to the feet of the metal frame, stretching him out over the mattress so he couldn't move. Don quickly blew out the candles, leaving the two in the dim light form the sliver of moon over them. Hal heard a chug of the bottle and the coyote set it back down on the table.

Hal shivered as he felt fingers glide up along his inner thighs. His cock pulsed and a slick load of pre dribbled down his shaft. He felt something move under his balls and around his shaft as Don tied a tight knot. Hal felt his cock pulse again, feeling like it was going to burst as a paw moved up along its height.

Hal humped helplessly in the air as the paw squeezed his tip. His mind was pounding, wanting nothing more than to shove his rigid cock into anything, including the fist that was holding it.

Don looked at the twitching rod before him as the moonlight reflected off the streaks of pre along its length. Hal's bucking hips sent the first few inches sliding through the coyote's grip, well lubricated with the pre flowing from his tip. Don leaned forward and lapped away at the thick girth as Hal continued to hump into his fist. He wrapped another paw near his base and could feel the quickening heartbeat of the horse through the cock as Hal tossed his head back and forth, moaning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Hal repeated under his breath as Don felt the cock pulse in his paws. A rope of cum landed across the coyote's muzzle as hot jizz flowed over his fingers and down the shaft. He licked up the milky liquid as another thick rope landed on his face.

As Hal's body slowly relaxed from the fading orgasm shooting through his body, his still hard member stood tall in Don's grip.

Don smiled, knowing it was only the first cum of the night as he pulled his paw up Don's shaft, gathering the slick cum as he went. He felt the slippery liquid between his fingers before bringing it down and wrapping his soaked fist around his own member, covering his pulsing rod in the horse's jizz. He gently pumped away as his lips moved up along the hot flesh of the long cock.

He reached the top and licked along Hal's sensitive tip, making the half conscious horse twitch in his afterglow. He wrapped his muzzle around his thick head and tenderly sucked as he reached down between Hal's legs. His slick fingers found the horse's hot pucker and pushed through. As he slipped past the tight ring, he could see Hal's muscles tense up again as he moaned, just hovering over consciousness. The coyote pressed further in, lubricating as he did.

The broad head of the horse moved further back in the coyote's muzzle as he pulled his finger out. Don shifted his legs over Hal's and lined up his cock with the hole. He scooted forward, feeling his wanting cock slip into the tight ass. Don moaned over Hal's cock as the tight ring moved down his length and he felt the warm, soft insides of the horse wrap around him. He rocked his hips back and forth thrusting in and out of the horse's ass. Hal's muscles flexed, trying to move, as he panted in pleasure with his head pressed against his arm.

Don could feel Hal's ass clench down each time he pushed in, his knot began to grow as he felt it bump against the opening. The coyote made sure not to tie this time as he focused on the cock in his mouth. It squirted pre to the back of his throat as he sucked. He slid a paw down Hal's shaft and he gripped around the tight skin over the Horse's aching balls.

"Shit, yes..." Hal said as his head turned and pressed against his other arm. Don's other paw moved up and down the length of the hot horse meat, as he squeezed his balls, feeling the heavy orbs in his palm.

The coyote felt the pressure build inside of him as he thrust against the horse's ass, unloading his hot load deep inside. Hal bit down on his lip as he felt the warmth shoot deep in him from the pulsing cock. Don finished and pulled out, watching a drop of cum pour out from the used hole. He shifted his legs again and rubbed his stiff cock against the horse's balls, rubbing his slick seed onto them as he pressed between the two orbs. He pushed the stiff member further into his muzzle, swallowing as he let it enter into his throat.

He felt the horse buck his hips and neigh as his tip shot the thick, warm cum inside of him. Don pulled off, letting the cock squirt and leak onto itself in front of him. Hal moaned as his second orgasm slowly faded.

Hal looked up as his dribbling cock still standing strong in front of the coyote who was looking at him with a grin. Don leaned over and picked up something from his pants. Hal couldn't quite make out what it was in the faint moonlight. Don pushed the firm rod down onto the horse's stomach, Hal watching in curiously. He heard a pop of a plastic lid and then the cold sensation of liquid pouring over his cock from his tip all the way down to his base. He shivered and Don's paws massaged the slippery lube all over his member. He heard another squirt of the bottle as Don stood up, letting the cock swing back up to meet him. He stood over Hal's hips, working his own hole with the lube, making sure everything was well coated. He reached down and grabbed Hal's slippery tip, squeezing another gob of lube and letting the drops roll down.

Then Don moved the slick cock head along the bottom of his rigid member, past his balls, before pressing the warm cock between his ass. Hal watched in excitement as he felt his tip move between the soft fuzzy cheeks of the coyote.

"You sure I'll fit?" Hal said.

"We'll find out," Don said, pressing the stiff rod against his opening.

He pressed down, feeling the broad head of the horse press back. He pressed down harder, feeling his hole begin to stretch open. He gasped as he pressed down even harder still and felt it slip inside.

"Oh, fuck," Hal said breathing heavily, feeling the beyond tight ring of the coyote fit over his tip.

Don took a deep breath, being thankful that he had purchased a large horse dildo a few months before and had used it frequently enough to stretch him out a bit. But Hal was a lot bigger than the toy, so Don was still in for a tight squeeze.

With his tail hole stretched as far as it would go, he pressed down again, trying to take in more length. He felt the thick cock slide inside of him, stretching out his insides. It hurt, and Don's eye started to water as he stopped to breathe again. He looked down at the horse, moaning as his cock crammed into the tight ass.

Don took another deep breath and worked himself down the slick rod again, feeling the threshold of how much he could take in. He was only about half way down when he pulled back up again, feeling the cock pull back out of him.

Hal was in heaven, twitching as he felt Don ride his cock. The ropes dug into his wrists as he flexed his muscles, wanting to help pull the coyote all the way onto him. He felt Don go back down on his shaft to the same point. He wanted to thrust his hips up, but he didn't want to hurt Don, so he let the coyote do all the action.

Don felt like his ass was about to split in two as he pulled up again, and then pushed back down. With each time, the motion got faster until he was at a regular pace. The splitting pain slowly numbed as he watched the horse twitch below him. The thick cock rubbed against his prostrate each time it went in, and he dripped pre down onto Hal's chest. He grabbed his cock and started jerking it off as Hal's thickness slipped in and out of him.

It didn't take long before the coyote's tip erupted in ropes of cum that shot down onto the side of Hal's face. The hot cum on his cheek seemed to set him off as Don felt the thickness in him get thicker and hot jizz poured from between them and down Hal's shaft since it had nowhere else to go. Don's knees got weak and he fell down onto Hal. The coyote caught himself so his chest was just over Hal's face as the horse finished unloading in his ass.

Don breathed heavily, feeling his arms ache as he held himself up. He felt the horse nuzzle his nose unto his chest as they sat there catching their breath.

"You're too big," Don said between pants.

Hal didn't say anything, but instead just thrust a little into Don.

"Oh, Hal, no. I can't do anymore," Don said, reaching back and grabbing the throbbing, cum covered rod in his ass.

Hal thrust again, licking one of Don's nipples, making him shiver. The paw on his cock just stayed there as he thrust again, making the coyote moan. Don moved his paw back to his side as the horse thrust again. The coyote's shoulders shook before he fell forward and curled his head next to the horse's.

"Fuck me, you big sexy stud," Don whispered in his ear.

Hal started to hump the coyote laying on top of him with the limited motion his could get. Each push forward sent Don rocking on Hal's chest, his stiff cock between them. Don mustered enough strength to put a hand between them and gently massaged his dick as Hal pulled his cock in and out of his tight ass.

Don could feel the horse's breath quicken as he blew against his chest fur, and with a final thrust, he felt the hot cum flow from his ass and down his balls to Hal's stomach. He squeezed down on his knot as the pool formed between them, shooting his own load across Hal's chest and neck.

The passion of the moment was too much and he pulled off of the horse and collapsed next to him.

Hal neighed as his cock bobbed in the air. Exhausted, the horse looked over at the unconscious coyote lying next to him and felt his eyelids get heavy. Everything turned to a haze as the twinkling stars blurred into nothingness.

***

The two's eyes shot open as a deafening bang echoed across the ranch. Don sat up in a panic, looking around to where the gunshot came from, but couldn't see anything.

The sun wasn't out yet, but the sky had just started to turn a deep purple, warning of the approaching dawn. Don looked down at the panicked horse struggling at his restraints and he quickly untied Hal's arms. The horse sat up, feeling his cock stuck to his hip as he looked over at Don.

"What the hell was that?" Hal said, the fear evident in his voice.

"I don't know, but it sounded close. We better get inside. Here," Don said stepping off the bed and untying Hal's leg as the horse did the other. They quickly walked down the steps and around the side of the house, keeping an eye on the darkness around them. They opened the door and looked inside to make sure they were alone before closing and locking it behind them. Hal tuned on a flashlight as Don drew the curtains on all the windows. The two naked figures stood in the darkness of the room, quietly listening to see if there was any other noise.

After a few minutes, Don got the extra sleeping bag and laid it out on the floor. They got inside and Hal wrapped his arms around the coyote and kissed him on the forehead.

"Do you think it was another squatter?" Don said.

"I hope so. I don't know what else it could be."

"He was probably just hunting some food."

"Probably."

Don snuggled closer to the horse as they laid on the hard ground. Not wanting to sleep with an armed stranger so close, they both tried to stay awake, but they were too exhausted, and were quickly out like a light in the silence of the dark room.

***

Hal awoke again as a bright stream of light hit his eye. He blinked a few times and huffed, moving his head out of the way. But as he looked at the light again, something walked past the window, blocking the beam for a split second.

He jumped and sat up, waking Don. The coyote yawned and looked up at the spooked horse.

"What is it?" Don said, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room that was just barely lit by the light shining through the thin curtains.

"I saw something move outside," Hal said looking around at the other windows.

Don's eyes got wide as he looked too.

"What was it?" Don whispered.

"I don't know. It just walked past the window when I woke up.

A loud knocking made both of them jump as they looked at the door in horror. Don clung to Hal's arm as they watched, frozen as another knock came.

"This is Sheriff Martin. Anyone home?" the voice behind the door said.

They both sighed in relief.

"Yeah, just a minute!" Don said, looking over at the horse, whose chest and face were covered in dried cum. "Shit, we need to clean up!" he whispered to the horse.

"And get dressed," Hal added, looking down at his nudity. They both hopped up, Don went to the sink and opened the release, washing his arms, face, neck and anything else he couldn't cover up with clothes, as Hal put on a shirt and a pair of pants he had difficulty stuffing his aching cock into. They switched places as the sheriff knocked again.

"Just a little bit longer!" Don said as he slipped on a pair of pants. He walked to the door and pulled down his shirt, unbolting the lock. He heard Hal step from the sink as the door swung open.

"Oh!" the horse standing behind the screen said, seeing Don. "It's you two. I thought you were visiting a relative."

"We are," Hal said walking up to the door. "Just not a living one."

"I see," Martin said. "Mind if I come inside?"

"Not at all," Don said, pushing the door open and letting the sheriff in. "Let me open some windows."

Don and Hal opened up the curtains letting the light back into the small room. Martin walked over, causally looking over the space. "So, you were related to Peter?"

"He was my great uncle," Hal said, offering a seat to Martin.

"Must have known you well to leave you the ranch," the horse said, sitting down.

"Actually, he gave it to my dad, who knew him. We're just taking care of it over the summer."

"I see," Martin said, eyeing the piles of bags sitting in the corners. "Well, I just was driving by and noticed the gate to the ranch was closed, so I wanted to make sure no one was doing anything funny around here. Peter never had the gate closed. Not even sure why he had one."

"Well, nothing funny here. Just two college friends on the ranch for the summer."

"Glad to hear. Rumor has it that you've met a girl too," Martin said nodding to Hal.

"Well, kinda," Hal shot a glance to Don, who was giving him a confused look. "I don't think she likes me very much."

"So the rumor went on to say," the sheriff said chuckling. "Well, that's what young love does. You boys doing all right out here by yourselves?"

"Actually," Hal said, "we are, but we heard a gunshot on our property early this morning that wasn't from someone we know."

"Oh, really? Know which direction it came from?"

Hal shook his head.

"It might be a squatter. If nobody knows you boys are here, they think the Ranch is abandon. Seen anybody making camp near here?"

Hal was tempted to tell the story of the bobcat, but decided against it since he wasn't sure how the sheriff would take the whole thing, so he just shook his head again.

"Well, it's probably just someone hunting for some food. When they see you're living here they'll probably move on. There are a few other deserted places in the area."

"Good to know," Don said.

"Anything else?" Martin said.

"Nope. Thanks for stopping by," Hal said.

The sheriff stoop up and smiled. "My pleasure." He walked to the door and Hal and Don followed. The sheriff looked at the purple briefs hanging on the porch support as he walked by, but just shook his head and kept walking to his car and drove away.

"Well, that was a fright, huh?" Hal said, looking over to Don, as he walked over and snatched the underwear.

"Who's the girl?" the coyote said, crossing his arms.

"What? Oh, no one. I had to make her up when I bought the lube."

Don looked over the horse's face carefully. "Remember," the coyote said, look at him sternly. "Touch anyone, and I cut it off, got it?"

Hal nodded.

Don uncrossed his arms and turned around. "So what do you want for breakfast?"

"How about a shower?" Hal said, lifting up his shirt and picking at the thick chunks of fur stuck together on his stomach.

"Sounds good to me."

Ok, kiddies, that's all for now. Come join me in a few more days to hear the rest!