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And Miqmah said, let there be smut. And the many furries did frolic, and all was good. Go forth and touch thine selves, his voice did rain from the sky. Unless thy self is not of age, for this sin shall not be laid upon the innocent. And do not pilfer this creation, else the stinging fire of Hell will consume thee, and pull ye to the land of pointy vaginas where ye shall lie with women of questionable hygiene until the world is undone. And take not the example of the consumption of the Devil's water by minors in this story, for it is Satan's work. And the furries did take heed of the otter's warning as they yiffed to his mighty creation. Amen.

Saguaro sky

Part Six - Bottom of a bottle

"So, what was that stuff you gave me last night?" Hal said as they walked to the shower stall. "My dick hurts like you beat it with a baseball bat, and it's still half hard. I can barely fit it in my pants."

"I don't know, something your great uncle mixed together. It said it was 'for female company' on the label."

Don closed the gate as they stepped inside.

"I thought you said there was no label," Hal said as he pulled off his shirt.

"Well... I ripped it off," Don said, watching the horse carefully pull down his zipper, pulling out his sore, thick cock. "I figured you'd go easy if you knew what it was." Don dropped his pants and hung them on the side of the fence.

Don just held out his pointer finger at the coyote. "You are sneaky... and I like it." He laughed.

They finished disrobing, and Hal pulled the release. The cold water spilled over their bodies as they rubbed out the dried cum. Hal winced as the pulled down along his member to clean it. As they finished, Hal turned the release off and grabbed the bar of soap. He lathered up his hands before handing it to Don.

"What is really great," Hal said, rubbing under his arms, "is that I don't have a hangover."

Don nodded as he scrubbed away, handing the soap back over to the horse. Hal lathered up again and washed his groin, hissing as he touched the tender spots on his cock and balls. He was matched by Don as he felt his beaten ass and whined.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to sit down for a while after this," he said, soaping between his cheeks.

As Hal set down the soap again, he pulled the release, washing away the suds as they scrubbed their aching bodies one last time. When they were done, they gathered up their clothes and went inside. Don grabbed the sleeping bag and spread it over the table and laid face down and Hal carefully sat down in a chair, gently setting his cock on his hip to dry.

Hal looked over at the exhausted coyote as he presented his butt nicely on the table. He felt his cock pulse and his looked away, biting his lip in pain.

"So, now what?" Hal said.

"Well," Don said, shifting his head to look at the horse. "I said we were going to the grocery store again today, so I figured that. Otherwise, I don't know."

"You know," Hal said, shifting his aching balls to a more comfortable position in the chair with his hand. "We really don't have to go; he wasn't much to look at."

"Still, I want to have a look for myself. And stop staring at my ass," Don said and the horse looked away quickly. "I don't want you getting any ideas. Besides," Don continued. "We could pick up some ice."

"Good idea," Hal sad, huffing as he stood up. "No time like the present, right?"

Don sighed as he slid off from the table and walked over to the clothes pile and got dressed with Hal.

"Is this too noticeable?" Hal said, turning towards Don and pointing to the long bulge down the inside of his jeans leg.

"Yes," Don said. "Trying to impress the butcher?"

"No... I just don't think I can stuff it back up anymore without limping. Are people going to stare?"

"Probably. But maybe the produce guy will give us a discount on his cucumbers."

"Oh, shut up," Hal said, laughing as he pulled on a shirt. "I didn't mean to flirt back. Can we get over this now?"

Don just laughed as they walked out to the car. The coyote carefully sat down on the seat and cringed while Hal started the car. Don howled in pain as the vehicle bumped along the rough dirt road. He eventually just arched his back, lifting off the seat, until they were on the smoother highway. They drove into town and parked near the small grocery store on the edge of the modest strip of stores.

They walked inside, and Hal grabbed a grocery basket. Don noticed some of the females in the store doing double takes at the bulge in Hal's pants, but the horse didn't seem to notice because his attention was occupied looking up at the isle signs hanging from the ceiling.

As they passed a graying goat in a blue dress, she ogled at Hal's crotch, smiling a toothless grin. Don bit down on his lower lip trying to not laugh, knowing Hal had made her day.

"Here it is; ice," Hal said, looking down at Don and noticing the old goat staring at his pants. He blushed and tried to cover himself with the basket as he turned and walked down the aisle. At the other end was a freezer filled with ice bags. Don grabbed two and put them in the basket.

Across the aisle were bags of chips, and the coyote couldn't help but walk over. Hal stood back looking for a particular brand he liked and the coyote walked down the aisle trying to decide what he wanted. Hal saw a figure move past the corner of is eye and stop.

"Back so soon?" the butcher said, as Hal turned to look at him.

"Umm, yeah." Hal chuckled nervously.

The butcher's eyes glanced down at Hal's bulge, and his eyebrows rose. "I'd ask if you needed anymore meat, but it looks like you've got plenty."

Don walked up behind Hal, slipping his paw into the horse's and smirking up at the butcher. He was wearing a stained, white apron over his uniform, and looked just like how Hal said described him.

The butcher looked down at Don with a grin as if to say he accepted the challenge.

"That's a pretty brazen thing to say to a customer," Don said, staring down the horse.

"You're right," the horse said, changing expressions to a less sinister smile and looking back at Hal. "I'm sorry I said it."

"Don't you have some meat to cut?" Don said coldly.

"I do, but I hope I didn't get us off to a bad start. I'm Cody," the horse said, extending a hand to the coyote.

"Don," he said, shaking his hand only out of politeness.

Cody went to shake with Hal, and Hal had to pull his hand from Don's.

"Hal," he said gripping the other horse's hand.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Hal and Don. I didn't know you were taken. Can I make up for it by buying you two a drink at the bar tonight?"

Don wasn't sure about the sudden change of mood from the horse, but Hal already agreed.

"Then I will see you there at nine?" Cody said, looking at the two. Hal nodded and Cody smiled. "Alright, I will see you then."

Cody walked away and Don looked over to Hal.

"Not much to look at, huh?" Don said, whapping him lightly on the arm. "The guy is gorgeous!"

"Well, I didn't want you to worry," Hal said, reaching over and picking up a bag of chips.

"I wasn't going to worry," the coyote said, walking down the aisle. "Now let's get home before that ice melts."

They paid for the chips and ice and drove back home. Don had decided to endure the ride while sitting on one of the ice bags, and Hal carried the other between his legs as he drove. As they walked inside the house, Don climbed back up on the table with the ice, and Hal found his seat back in the chair, still well acquainted with the bag, feeling the numbing cold do it's magic.

"So, are we actually going to the bar tonight?" Hal said, feeling some water trickle down his leg.

Don turned his head to the horse. "I'm not sure. It might be fun."

"I think we should."

"Fine, but you're tucking that thing back up. I don't want you giving any show to Cody."

"Or any little old ladies," Hal said, laughing.

"Did you see her licking her gums? You're quite the crone magnet! How do you keep their withered, frail hands off you?" Don said, snickering.

Hal reached down and chucked an ice cube at the coyote. It bounced off Don's shoulder.

"Oh, Hal," Don said, wrapping his lips over his teeth, imitating the voice of an elderly woman. "Bring your supple young rear over to granny so she can see you better, my eye's ain't what they used to be."

Hal chucked another ice cube, this one bopping Don on the nose.

Don just rubbed his snout and smiled before shifting the bag of ice he was balancing on his rear and looked the other way. After a little while of playing with the heavy load by tensing his cheeks, he reached down below and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and repositioning the bag on his bare ass, giving a yawn. He felt the melting ice drip down his crack; the cold water feeling good on his burning hole.

The warm, dry air of the room and the soft breeze blowing through the door made keeping his eyes open difficult as he yawned again. Don closed his eyes, hearing the horse give a sympathy yawn next to him as another drip of cold water ran down his crack.

Hal woke up as he slipped out of his chair. He grabbed himself before he hit the floor and looked down at his soaked pants and the empty bag next to him, stuck flat on the floor in the puddle that was slowly drying on the wood planks. He looked up at the soundly sleeping coyote on the table as he dripped onto his own puddle with the clear clump of plastic resting on his rump.

Hal stood up and slid out of his wet pants, trying to be as quiet as he could, but his hooves on the hard floor made the coyote stir. He watched as Don rolled over to his back with a mumble. The horse's eyes immediately noticed the aroused member lying across Don's soft, tan belly.

Hal set down his wet pants and carefully walked over to the table trying to soften the sound of his steps. Don shifted again, raising his arms above his head, stretching, making his cock pulse up before resting calmly back down on the furry belly. Hal reached down and gently ran a finger along the coyote's length, but to Hal's surprise, Don didn't wake up.

Hal wrapped a hand around the inviting cock before learned forward, sticking the tip in his mouth and sucking. The coyote's ears twitched but he still didn't wake up as the horse's lips caressed his shaft. Hal moved his hand away and slid his mouth down the cock, letting it slide along his tongue, than pulling back up.

Don whimpered in his sleep, thrusting his hips feebly. Hal bobbed his head up and down, sucking the stiff cock in his mouth. Hal got hard watching the coyote moan unconsciously in his sleep, his legs curling up and his hip thrusts became more prominent. Hal pushed the cock all the way into his mouth, feeling Don's tip press against the back of his throat, causing him make a noise between a mumble and a moan.

Hal slid the slick cock along his broad tongue, feeling the thickening knot form around his lips. His hand moved down around the newly formed bulge and gently squeezed. Don's head pushed to one side as he gave another moan. His ears twitched again and his body shivered, making his fur stand up. Hal gave another squeeze to the knot and felt Don pulse in his mouth as his tip pumped hot cum down Hal's throat.

Hal's saw the coyote opened his eyes with a moan and blinked as he looked up at the ceiling. Don reached down and felt Hal's face buried in his crotch as his cock pulsed one last time. As he gained consciousness, he looked down as the horse pulled his clean cock from his mouth, and the coyote pushed his head away.

"You sneaky bastard," Don said, chuckling sleepily as he rubbed one of his eyes. He looked down at the naked horse standing next to him with his stiff erection waving in front of his hips. "I hope you weren't going to put that in me when I was sleeping,"

"The thought crossed my mind," Hal said as he looked down. "But your pants would have gotten in the way."

Don looked at his soaked pants which still rested around his thighs, and felt around on the squishy sleeping bag. "Whoops." He glanced back at a smiling Hal holding his cock as one end rested on the table. "Nuh-uh. Keep that thing away from me. It's a miracle I can still walk."

Hal's smile faded as he pulled his cock off the table. He disappointedly walked back over to the pile of clothes.

"Oh, cheer up," Don said. "Save it for later when I can give it my all."

Don gave a small grunt as he shifted up on the table to a sitting position to find that his aching back end felt much better. He wiggled his legs and kicked his pants off and hopped off the table, walking over to the horse to grab a fresh pair of pants with him. Don got dressed and glanced back over to Hal. The horse had is back to him as he pulled on a shirt. As he turned around, Don couldn't help but notice his still hard cock poking out of the front of his unzipped jeans. As Hal noticed the coyote looking at him, he just shrugged and attempted to pull the two sides of his pants together over his hard package.

Don sighed. "Need help with that?" He walked up behind the horse and placed his arms around him.

"I thought you said you didn't want it anywhere near you," Hal said, looking over his shoulder.

"I don't. And I'm going to overlook the fact that I know you can get soft on your own. But, we're going to make this clean, because I don't want to get cum on my favorite pair of pants, got it?"

Hal nodded as Don reached over and picked up a lone sock sticking up from Hal's pile of clothes and grabbed the horse's cock while looking over his shoulder. "You have hooves, why do you even own socks?" the curious coyote asked, looking at the unused article. Hal shrugged again and Don slipped the white, soft cotton over Hal's rigid member.

Don pressed his back against Hal's, his muzzle resting on his shoulder as he took in the smell of the horse's hide. A paw slid down from his toned stomach and wrapped around underneath Hal's full package. The horse moaned as he felt it squeeze down. The hand that had tugged the sock down his shaft continued its way down to his base. Don pressed his hard lump against the horse's ass as his paw glided back up. The horse gave a huff as Don squeezed down on his cotton covered tip and his other pulled down on his bulky orbs.

The horse gave a moan as he grabbed the coyote's paws and pulled them away. Don looked confused as Hal turned around to face him, then felt Hal turn his shoulder's around. He felt the warm, twitching rod press against his spine, and the thick head move down his back. It traced along the coyote's tail, and Don watched as the lengthy shaft pushed through his legs and out in front of him. He felt the horse's arms wrap tightly around his waist as the cock throbbed between his thighs. Hal's head reached around Don's neck as he kissed it softly.

Don closed his legs tightly as he felt Hal begin to slowly thrust. As the speed of the cock squeezing through him quickened, he felt Hal's head move, and the other side of his neck became of target of the horse's kisses. Don clenched his thighs down tighter on the hot, thick, penetrating dick as it moved. Hal's heavy breath rustled the fur on his cheek. Don felt the front of his pants get tighter as the pounding rod rubbed against his groin.

He looked down at the sheathed cock below his bulge and felt it throb. Hal moaned in the coyote's ear as Don watched the sock jump from the horse shooting load after load into it. The filling sock jiggled with each thrust until the horse's breath slowed and Don felt another soft kiss on his neck.

"I love you," Hal whispered.

Don opened his legs and turned around, grabbing the horse's shirt and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you too," he said looking into the horse's eyes and running a finger down his softening cock.

The soaked, heavy sock fell to the floor with a splat and Hal smiled.

Don looked over to the window and saw the orange sky cueing the sunset. "Now tuck that thing back in, it's almost time to go."

Hal kissed the coyote one last time before letting him walk off to the table. He reached down and put his soft cock back into his jeans and zipped them up. The horse looked down at sock lying on the floor next to s small splatter of cum and bent down to pick up the full, abused piece of cotton. "What should I do with this?"

"Don't wear it, that's for sure," Don said, adjusting the bulge in his own pants.

Hal watched as a drop of the cum soaked through the fabric and fell to the floor. He quickly walked it to the sink and the coyote watched as Hal tipped it over, sending the goopy load dribbling into the metal basin. Hal turned on the water and washed out the rest.

"What?" Hal said, looking over at the staring coyote. "I only have one pair. What if I need them again?"

Don just rolled his eyes. "Ready to leave?"

The horse hung the wet, stretched out sock on the side of the sink and nodded.

They drove off into the darkening night and found the small town teaming with life. Hal had to park at the other end of the strip of stores because all the other spots, as well as spaces wide enough to suffice as a parking spot, were taken already.

"Isn't it a Tuesday?" Don asked as they watched a small heard of figures in cowboy hats walk through their headlight beams before Hal turned the car off.

"I'd hate to see what Friday looks like." Hal stepped out of the car. "I feel like we under dressed."

"Bah," Don said, looking down at his t-shirt. "It'll be dark in there."

They walked down the street to the hive of activity that was the front of the bar. They pushed their way through the warm, noisy, small room filled with people and past the back door. It was a little more spacious outside, but not by much. They looked around the crowded area filled with wide brimmed hats, shiny belt buckles and ripped blue jeans.

"See Cody anywhere?" Don said as he tried avoiding eye contact with an ornery looking squirrel staring at him.

Hal shook his head. "Want to just find a place to sit, and he'll find us?"

"Sounds good to me. Where?"

Hal skimmed over the crowd and found a spot in the back next to a fenced off area and pointed. They wandered over, trying to steer clear of the drunken, impulsive movements of their fellow bar patrons. A, inebriated wolf in a flannel shirt backed into Don while laughing after a story he was telling, but he didn't seem to notice much.

As they reached the small opening, Hal leaned back on the old, gray wooden fence, which has been constructed to keep unwary customers from falling into a rather large pit with a pool of water collecting in the middle. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with sweat and dirt seemed fitting under the dim lanterns and the loud, deep roar of the crowd. Occasionally, a chilly night breeze would come and replace the stale air of the bar, but not frequently enough to notice.

Hal rested a hoof up on the fence as he leaned his elbows back and kept scanning the horde for the butcher.

"Trying to blend in?" Don said as he looked over at the casually posed horse.

"A little. When in Rome."

"I think you need more dirt on you. You'll never pick up a real cowboy looking like that."

Hal just punched the coyote in the arm, not amused by the comment and went back to looking.

Don rubbed his sore arm, watching the horse spy around the bar. "Don't go wearing out your eyes, cowpoke."

Hal just ignored him.

"Don't worry," Don said. "You're boyfriend won't stand you up. This is date number three, isn't it? Doesn't that mean you have to put out? He wouldn't miss that."

"What's your problem?" Hal yelled as he glared at the coyote.

Don's ears lowered as he looked at his angry face.

"He was just some guy who took a fancy to me," Hal said lowering his voice when he saw a few heads turn. "Is that so bad? I'm sorry you're jealous that you're not getting hit on."

The hurt looking coyote just tuned his head away and leaned against the fence.

"Would you please just let it go?" Hal continued. "It's really getting old."

Don felt a knot in his throat as he swallowed and spit out a quiet. "Fine. Sorry."

Hal looked back at the crowd, feeling worse about what he had just said.

After a while of silence between the two, Cody walked up with three beers in his hands.

"Hey there!" he said cheerily, extending the bottles to them, before noticing the dismal look on the two. "Everything alright?"

"Just fine," Don said as they reached for the beers.

"Want to talk about it?" Cody said as he leaned on the fence with them.

"Not really," Don said, taking a swig from the bottle.

Cody looked over at Hal who gave him a subtle shrug because he didn't feel like explaining the situation either. Feeling the awkwardness of the situation, Cody turned around and rested his arms on the wooden rail.

"Nice night out," Cody said as Hal turned with him.

"Doesn't it always look like this?" Hal asked, looking up at the glittering stars, which were a little dimmer than on the ranch due to the lamps around them.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean it's not a nice night."

Don stayed with his back to the fence, drinking his beer and letting the hurt feelings wallow in his stomach.

"So, what are you two doing in this small town?" Cody said, taking his first sip of beer.

"My great uncle died and gave his ranch to my dad, who's making us take care of it over the summer."

"He gave two gay guys the key to a remote ranch for a whole summer?"

"He thinks we're just friends." Hal looked down at his beer. "It's a fairly recent development for us."

"I see," Cody said.

"Be back," Don said quickly standing up from the fence and walking away.

Hal and Cody watched the coyote walk over to the miniature bar near them.

"Is he alright?" Cody said, turning back to Hal.

"He's a little moody sometimes."

"Oh." Cody tapped his finger against the bottle. "So, you've only been together for a little while?"

"Yeah. Just a few days, actually. But we've been friends for a long time."

"That's how my first boyfriend was. His parents weren't very happy when they found out why we were having so many sleepovers." Cody took another sip of beer.

"What happened to him?"

"Well, he moved away because his parent's store had to close, so we just broke up. Haven't heard from him since."

"That's sad," Hal said, swishing the foamy beer back and forth in the bottle.

"He was sweet. And he had a big cock. It was nice."

Hal pursed his lips as he still looked down at his beer. Don wandered back over and leaned back against the fence again with a new bottle of beer that had already had a considerable amount drunken from it.

"So, Hal," Cody said, leaning back and looking at the coyote. "How do you like Barrel Canyon?"

"It's small," was all the coyote had to say while not looking at the horse.

"It is, yes," Cody said as he looked at the annoyed creature. He leaned forward again, figuring it wasn't the time for small talk. "So, how did you like the ribs?" Cody asked Hal.

"They were delicious. Thank you for that deal, by the way."

"You're welcome!"

They heard Don take another loud gulp of his beer.

"How long have you been a butcher?" Hal said, ignoring the coyote behind him.

"I got the job in high school, so about four or five years?"

"That's cool. Do you enjoy it? I bet you get to bring home a lot of meat that people don't buy. Must save you lots of money."

"I'm actually a vegetarian," Cody said, chuckling. "When you have to do the dirty work, meat loses its appeal."

"Really? You don't look like a vegetarian," Hal said, motioning to Cody's lean, muscular arms.

"I get my protein other ways," Cody said, laughing. He lifted up his shirt to show off his defined six pack. "I've managed to keep these."

Don looked at the horse's chest and he heard Don grumble something about needing another, and walked away. Cody pulled his shirt down as the coyote passed him on his way to the bar.

"Should we be worried about him?" Cody asked, looking back at Hal.

"I'm not quite sure anymore," Hal said.

"Does he do this a lot?"

"Yes, but without the beer part."

"I see," Cody looked down at his still nearly full bottle. "Think we should get him out of the bar?"

"That'd probably be best," Hal said as he watched the coyote walk back with two beers in his hands.

"Don," Hal said as the coyote returned to his spot on the fence. "We're thinking about finding a little quieter place to sit, want to join us?"

"No, I'm good. You two can go have your fun without me," the coyote said, looking a little intoxicated as he held one of the beers to his lips and chugged it.

Hal looked over to Cody.

"Don, maybe you should slow down with the drinking," the gray horse said.

Don just chugged the last of the bottle, sticking his middle finger up at the horse as he did. He dropped the empty bottle on the dirt below him, and kicked it into the hole, laughing.

"Don," Hal said quietly to the coyote. "You're way too drunk."

"So?" Don took a swig from his other beer, and Hal pulled it away from him. "Give me that back!"

"Don. You're going to get us in trouble," Hal said, holding the beer behind him, but the coyote didn't listen and just tried to reach for the bottle.

"Just the one more. I already paid for it."

"No, Don. You've had enough," Don said, holding the coyote back with his hand. "Now, we're going to leave, and you're going to come with us."

Don tried to hit the horse in the stomach, but missed and hit the fence. He winced in pain and grabbed his aching paw, cursing loudly. Don put the beer down and picked up the coyote over his shoulder.

The crowed had started watching, in hopes that there would be a fight, but the coyote just started sobbing, and they all returned to their conversations, disappointed at the lack of action. Hal made his way through the bar with Don on his shoulder with Cody right behind them.

As they got to the street, Hal put Don back down on his feet. Don sniffled and wiped away his tears.

"I just wanted to finish my beer," Don said.

"Now come on," Hal said, pulling his arm as they walked back to the car as the people milling in the street watched.

"I know a quiet place we can sit where there aren't people," Cody said catching up to Don. "Follow me."

The horse lead the two to the back of the grocery store where there was a deserted, quiet loading dock with a dim yellow light that would flicker from time to time. The three of them sat down on a small stack of crates about waist high, and Hal finally let go of Don.

"I couldn't have brought my beer here?" Don said looking around the loading zone.

"You have a drinking problem," Hal said.

"You're one to talk, big boy," Don said, drunkenly glaring at Hal. "I don't want to sit next to you anymore."

Don hopped off the crates and walked over to Cody and sat down.

"So..." Cody said, trying to find a way out of the awkwardness he found himself sandwiched between. "How's the heat been treating you both?"

"You're cute," Don said, leaning closer to Cody. "Like, really cute."

Cody just laughed nervously as he looked over to Hal, who was just looking coldly at Don.

"Can I fuck you?" Don said, placing a paw on the horses lap.

"I... uh, I don't know." He looked over to Hal again, who was visibly upset.

"Be my guest," Hal said callously, moving his hand like he was presenting the coyote to him.

"I really shouldn't," Cody said, trying to push away the advancing paw of the coyote.

"Oh, come on," Don said, sliding his other paw up the horse's thigh. "You know what would be really hot? If you went down on Hal."

Cody looked back at Hal.

Hal just smirked at Don and unzipped his pants, as if to say "I'll play your game."

Cody looked down as the horse pulled out his long, black cock, and he looked back down at his own crotch where the coyote was already fumbling with his zipper.

"Umm... alright?" Cody said, unsure of what else to do.

As Don pulled down on the horse's zipper, he saw a condom poking out of his front pocket, he reached in and pulled out two extra large ones and a regular sized one. "Someone planned for this to happen," Don said, holding the regular sized condom in his teeth and looking seductively up at the horse.

"I like to be prepared," the horse said nervously, as he felt Hal's hand grab his and place it on his stiff, hot cock. He gulped as he looked at Don tear open the condom wrapper. The coyote got on his knees on the crate and pull down his pants. Cody looked down at the cock in his hand as he felt Don grab his hips. Cody lifted his ass up, as Don pulled his pants down around his thighs.

Cody glanced up at Hal, but he was just looking at Don. He stuck the tip of Hal's cock in his mouth and began to suck. He felt a pair of slick fingers press through his ass, stretching him out. Cody moaned as he stuffed more of Hal's cock in his mouth.

Don looked down at the gray horse ass, avoiding Hal's stare as he put his wrapped member against the dark spot between his cheeks. He slid easily into the more relaxed ring and started thrusting.

Hal looked down as he felt Cody pulling down the front of his pants further, and tugging on his large balls. His tongue slid along the underside of his cock as he let it slide in and out of his long mouth. He could feel Cody move forward each time Don thrust hard into his ass. Hal moaned as his cock sliped down Cody's throat. He watched as the horse worked his way down his length, loving the feeling of the tightening swallows along his shaft. The last few inches of Hal's length disappeared into the horse's mouth and he felt Cody's chin on his balls. Hal threw his head back and moaned as he felt the warm tight sensation over his entire cock for the first time.

Don saw how far the horse could go down, and he started humping harder, feeling his knot rub against the ass as it clenched down.

Cody pulled off of Hal and took a deep breath, working the horse's slippery tip with his hand as he waited to catch his breath. The horse plunged back down on the cock, squeezing it all back inside of him, and burying his face into Hal's crotch.

Don felt his fully formed knot strain against the horse's ring and he thrust hard one last time, feeling his hot cum gather inside the condom as his cock pulsed. He heard Hal grunt and thrust as his cock unloaded into Cody's stomach. Hal panted as the horse pulled off oh his long, softening cock.

Cody wiped his mouth off and felt Don yank his knot out of his ass. He moaned and looked back.

"Well, that was quite a fuck, boys," Cody said, sitting up.

Don noticed that the horse's stiff cock was resting against his chest under his shirt. It was smaller than Hal's; about the same size as Don's toy. Don smirked, as he grabbed one of the extra large condoms and lifted up Cody's shirt over his cock. He tore open the wrapper.

"Your turn," Don said, sticking the large condom in his mouth and grabbing Cody's dick.

The horse looked down as the coyote stuck his cock in his mouth, pulling down on the condom as we went. He moaned as Don pushed the length almost all the way in, and finished the job with his paw. He pulled off, leaving the condom slick with saliva, before hopping off the crate and bending over, wagging his tail, looking at the horse.

Hal looked jealously on as Cody hopped down too. He watched as Cody leaned down and licked the Coyote's ass. He swirled his tongue around the tight pucker, making Don howl, then stuck it through the ring to lube it up.

Hal grabbed the other condom package and hopped off the crate as Cody leaned back up. The gray horse placed his cock along Don's crack and slid it gently around. He looked back as Hal slid the condom down his own stiffness and looked at the horse's ass.

Cody just lifted his tail out of the way and leaned forward a bit. Hal pressed his tip between the horse's cheeks and pushed forward. Cody moved forward too, pressing his tip against Don. Hal thrust harder, feeling the horse's ring glide over his shaft. He heard Don moan as Cody pressed into him as well. Hal took a step forward and thrust again, sliding further into the horse, sending him deeper into Don.

Cody moaned, as Hal pressed again, pushing past the half way point. He was a lot less tight than Don, and Hal continued, feeling his cock get buried deeper into the warm horse's body. Don looked over as the horse slid deeper into him, panting as he felt himself spread apart again.

Hal felt Cody's ring squeeze down as he shoved the last of his cock into him. Cody moaned as he shoved the last of his length into Don. Hal thrust hard into the gray horses ass, shoving Cody hard into Don, making the coyote pant.

Their hips all rocked back and forth, letting their stiff rods move in and out of each other. Hal felt the orgasm build up inside of him quickly, thrusting as his cock throbbed into Cody. The warm cum oozed down the condom as Cody neighed. Hal pulled his softening cock from the horse, grunting.

Hal stood back, watching Don getting pounded by Cody, until the horse finally came. Hal felt resentment build up inside of him as he pulled off his full condom. Don felt the long cock pull out of him as he laid on the crate panting and moaning.

Cody turned to Hal smiling, but he quickly dropped it when he saw the look on Hal's face.

Hal zipped his pants up as he looked at the slutty looking coyote hamming it up as he moaned. He looked over to Cody as he stood there.

"I think you better go," Hal said.

Cody looked over at the coyote as he stretched out, waving his butt in the air, not paying attention to what was happening behind him.

"Don't hurt the guy," Cody said quietly, stepping closer to Hal. "Something is up with him."

"Just go," Hal said fiercely.

Cody zipped up his pants and left. He took another look back as he turned to the corner to see Hal walking up to the coyote, and hid behind a dumpster

"What was that?" Hal said.

Don turned his head to see that Cody was gone and turned around. "What?"

"All of that," Hal said gesturing to Don aggressively as the coyote pulled up his pants, having difficulty working the zipper and button.

Hal walked over to the Don and pulled the sipper up for him, shoving his hips away as he finished. "Why did we just do that?" he yelled, looking into the coyote's eyes.

Don just leaned back on the crate in fear and tried to mouth words that wouldn't come.

Hal lifted up an arm, and Cody go ready to jump out from the corner, but Hal brought it down slowly to the coyote's shoulder.

"Why did we do that?" Hal said, softer this time.

"I... I don't know," Don said with his ears lowered again.

"I love you, Don," Hal said, leaning in and kissing the coyote on the lips. "I don't know why you don't believe me. And now we've both fucked up and did something stupid."

Don's eyes started to well. "I'm so sorry," he said as he suddenly thought about what they just did, feeling a whole lot more sober. He started to sob and held a paw to his face.

"I did it too, I'm just as guilty, and just as sorry," Hal said, pulling the paw away.

Don looked into the horse's eyes again. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Because I was just as jealous too, and I wasn't thinking clearly."

Hal wrapped his arms around the coyote and the coyote returned the gesture. Don pressed his face against the horse's neck. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling another tear roll down his cheek.

"It's alright," he said, rocking Don softly back and forth.

Cody watched the two before silently walking away.

"My stomach feels bad," Don said, breaking the hug and looking down.

"It's probably because you had three and a half beers on an empty stomach. Let's get you home."

Don nodded and they walked back to the car. The street was still alive with people as they got inside. Hal saw Cody walking back into the crowd near the bar as the pulled out of the spot.

"Cody was nice," Hal said as they drove down the street slowly as the half drunken people moved out of the way. "For someone who almost destroyed us."

Don nodded, holding his stomach. "But let's not talk about him for a while, ok?"

Hal agreed as they finally hit the highway and drove back up to the ranch. Don walked inside and fumbled around for the bag of chips and quickly ate as Hal wandered around back and turned on the generator.

He heard something move by the shed and looked over. The night was still, even with the light from the window shining across the dirt. After a while, Don just shrugged and walked away.

"Stupid critters."

He walked inside and sat down next to the coyote, watching him stuff orange, puffy chips into his muzzle. Hal yawned.

"If you're tired," Don said, finding a gap in the collecting junk food paste in his mouth, "you can go to bed. I'll be up in a bit. I just want to eat some more and get some water."

Hal yawned again. "I think I'll do that. I'll see you up there."

The horse stood up and headed outside, and Don shoved another fistful of chips in his mouth. He licked off his fingers and stood up, moving his way to the sink. He opened the release and lapped up the pouring water. He looked out the window and saw Hal walk past, waving as he did. He waved back and noticed a dark figure standing behind the shack. He shot his head up and tried to focus his eyes better to the night, but didn't see the shape anymore. His fur stood on end as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked around and grabbed a heavy metal pan from under the sink and walked outside.

Still feeling a little drunk, he crept up to the shack, being as quiet as he could, his heart racing in his chest. Hal was already up the stairs and in bed as he got closer to where he saw the shadow. He walked along the side of the rough, wooden structure until he got to the edge. He started to sweat as he took a deep, but quiet, breath and jumped forward, swinging the pan as hard as he could.

Hal jumped from the bed as he heard the dull thud of metal hitting something hard and ran down the stairs naked, cupping his crotch.

He saw Don jumping around behind the shack, shaking his hands, wildly hissing in pain. "Shit, that hurt!" he said as he looked up at the horse running up to him.

"What happened?" Hal asked, looking around and seeing a broken board in the back of the shack and a trying pan on the ground. "What were you doing?"

Don stopped bouncing around and gripped his paws together. "I thought I saw someone behind the shed, and I went to go hit them, but there wasn't anything there and I hit the wall. Did you know that pans really hurt to hold when you hit something with them?"

Hal just laughed and sighed. He picked up the pan and wrapped an arm around Don as they walked up the steps. "You go up to bed, I'm going to turn off the generator."

Don walked up the creaky old steps as the lights went out and he heard Hal behind him. Hal set the pan down on the table as Don stripped down and they climbed under the sleeping bag. They shifted and closed their eyes, and were quickly off to sleep in each other's arms.

And so endeth Part Six. And the heavenly figure did shine light upon the startings of Part Seven, and there was much rejoicing.