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Tread carefully through these strange waters, matey. There be danger lurking in every shadow. But, if ye be brave, and at least 18 years of age, continue on to find yer treasure. Beware seductive mermaids, and trust none buy yourself, for this be the land of only one law. And that law be to not be stealing original ideas. Blood will be shed on yer journey, so the faint of heart will be wantin' to turn back now, while they still can. Fer those who find their way through, great riches away thee. So keep yer hands, feet and tails inside the ride at all times, and don't use flash photography.

Dead men tell shitty tales.

Saguaro Sky Part Seven - Strike it Rich

Don woke up with a splitting headache and an upset stomach. The junk food the night before hadn't helped much as he rolled out from under the sleeping bag and sat on the side of the bed, shielding his eyes from the morning sun. The stinging taste of sick gurgled up his throat as he ran to the side of the roof and spilled out the orange tinted liquid.

Hal had awoken to sounds of the hurling coyote and turned to look at the nude figure curling up as he moaned and wiped his mouth. The horse stretched his arms and walked over to Don, who was hugging his knees with his eyes tightly shut.

"This is your first hangover, isn't it?" Hal said getting down on his knees and rubbing Don's shoulder.

He could see a faint nod from the coyote as he groaned, shoving his head further between his knees. "My ass hurts."

Hal looked down at the tail wrapped between Don's legs, remembering the events of the previous night.

"Want to go back to the store and get more ice?" Hal said, softly petting Don's head.

Don shook his head and cracked open an eyelid to look at the nude horse kneeling above him. He felt two hands shove under him as he lifted off the ground, and was pressed firmly against Hal's chest. The horse carried him down the steps and around to the front of the house.

"Whoops. We left the door open last night," Hal said as he looked through the screen door.

Don peered over his shoulder and mumbled an apology as Hal managed to pull the screen door open with his hoof. He set Don down on the table and poured him a glass of cold water from the sink. As he placed the cup in front of Don, he pet his head again.

"I'm going to go clean up the puke, you drink the water, ok?" Hal said softly.

Don's paw pulled the glass over to him and put it to his lips, taking a sip.

Hal smiled and walked over to the clothing pile and slipped on a pair of pants before heading outside to clean.

Don drank the cooling, metallic tasting water as he sat up, trying to face the bright rays of sun pouring into the room from the door. He stumbled off the table and stood up, blinking as he focused before plopping down in a chair. He chugged the last of the glass, and walked over to fill it up again.

As he watched the clear liquid flow to the brim, he saw something pull over his head and slide into his mouth. The glass dropped onto the metal sink and smashed as he felt himself being pulled backwards onto the ground. His mind was in a panic as his body collided with the floor. His arms quickly moved to the tight gag in his muzzle, but a tan paw quickly grabbed them and pulled them behind his back. He looked up to see a female cougar quickly tying his limbs up into a knot behind him. He tried to wriggle free as his tongue pushed against the dusty tasting cloth in his mouth trying to yell, but only muffled noises came out.

He saw the glint of metal as something pressed against his neck. The cougar pushed him down onto his stomach and placed a knee on his back as she held the knife to his throat.

"Keep quiet if you want to keep your neck," she whispered.

Don stopped struggling and the cougar lessened her weight on his back.

They both listened as they heard Hal crunching his way across the gravel to the front of his house, calling out Don's name. Don looked over to see that the curtains had been drawn and the door to the cellar was wide open. He tried to look up at his attacker again, but his position made him only see the brim of her hat.

"You even make a peep, and I'll throw this knife into the side of your head," she said, standing up and quietly stepping to the side of the door. "And don't test your luck, kid; I never miss." She pointed her knife to Don one last time before pressing up against the wall next to the door, rope in hand, ready to take down Hal as he walked in.

Don's eyes raced around the room, trying to figure out a way to discreetly warn Hal. But it was too late as they heard the hooves on the patio and the squeak of the hinges on the screen door.

"Don?" Hal said, stepping through the door and seeing the coyote tied up on the floor.

The cougar quickly jumped at the baffled horse, hitting him over the head with the handle of her large knife. The horse fell down with a loud thud as the cougar landed on top of him. Don watched in tears as blood leaked down the side of the unconscious horse's head. The cougar wasted no time in hog-tying Hal up.

As she pulled the final knot, she stood up to admire her work, and looked back over to Don.

"Now, why the hell are you naked?" she said, walking over, letting the clank of her boots eco in the room.

Unable to respond from the gag in his mouth, Don just glared up at the cougar, feeling his fingers turn numb from the tight ropes. He felt the corner of her boot jab him in the side.

"Scrawny little thing, ain't ya? Remind me of an old boyfriend of mine." She lifted up his hip with her toe and looked under. "He was bigger."

The cougar let Don drop back to the floor as she pulled her foot away and looked around the room, eventually taking a seat on the chair. Don looked back at Hal, who's face was pressed hard against the cold ground, the drips of blood slowly pooling beneath him.

"Who are you?" the cougar said, leaning back and looking over the nude, tied up coyote. "You're not a Dawton, that's for sure. Not a drop of horse in your blood. And he's too young to be Steven," she said, looking over to Hal. "But, he has the family color. So, you're either squatters, or Peter changed the will," she said, crossing her legs up on the table and running a finger along her blade in thought.

She was in dusty, dirty clothing that had started to show its wear long ago. A faded blue bandana was wrapped loosely around her neck, and an empty gun holster rested at her hips. The tan cowboy hat she wore wasn't in much better condition and had a rough looking eagle feather tucked in its side. She had her hair in a pony tail, sloppily put together without any grace. The bags under her eyes gave note that she hadn't had a good night's rest in a long time. She wasn't young anymore and the color had started to fade in her fur. Don put her at around her mid-40s.

Don tried to wiggle free from his bonds again but stopped when the blade flew towards him, landing deep into the floor next to his muzzle. His heart raced in his chest as the cougar walked over and yanked the knife up. As she walked away, her thick tail brushed along his chin.

"I never liked you coyotes," she said, sitting down in the chair and playing with her knife again. "You're all evil on the inside, but you hide it well. You'll seduce a young, confused woman, make her fall in love with you with promises of marriage and little ones, and then you'll leave her in the night!" She held the knife in her grip, contemplating throwing it again as tears welled up in her eyes. "You're all evil, wicked things!"

Don winced as he saw her arm move to fling the knife, but she restrained and instead aimed for Hal, who had started to groan and shift. He lifted his head and slowly opened his eyes. One of his arms pulled against the ropes to try and hold his aching head, but as he realized he was tired, he started to panic, and his body squirmed trying to break free as he looked up at the cougar.

"Who are you?" Hal said, as he tugged at the ropes. "What do you want?"

A smile slid across the cougar's muzzle.

"You're a Dawton, alright. You sound just like Peter when he was younger."

"Untie me and get out!" Hal said, rolling onto his side, still trying to break free.

"Not until I get what I came here for," the cougar said, standing up and walking to Hal. "Where's the gold?"

Hal stopped and looked up at her. "Gold?"

"The family gold!" she said, only to receive a confused look from both Hal and Don.

"There is no gold," Hal said, granting him a kick in the stomach from the cougar's boot.

"Don't play dumb with me!" her voice screeched, the desperation starting to show through. "I know there is gold here, I've seen it! Peter showed it to me when I was a girl! Now where is it?"

Hal tried to curl from the blow, but couldn't, and just gasped in pain. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The cougar clenched her fist in frustration before standing over Hal and squatting down, pulling his head up to her by his mane, and holding a knife under his throat.

"Now you listen here," she said into his ear, her voice wavering in annoyance. "I don't know who the hell you are that Peter would give you his ranch, but this land, and everything on it, rightfully belongs to me. That includes the gold. Now tell me where it is, because I don't have any problems skinning you from your hide to made a new pair of boots."

The knife pressed into his neck, making little droplets of blood drip down his shoulder. Don looked on, horrified, unable to help. His mind still quickly raced through his groggy hangover, trying to find some solution.

"This ranch was given to my father, who gave it to me. It's ours. But there's no gold other than what's left in the river," Hal said.

"I'm Pete's daughter, it belongs to me!" she angrily squeaked.

Hal gave Don a look to say 'this woman is crazy' and the coyote agreed.

"But... you're..." Hal started.

"I know I'm not a horse," she snapped angrily, like she had received the comment many times before. "He married my mom after she had me. But that still makes me his daughter, and I should have gotten the ranch and the gold."

"There is no gold here, I already told you."

The cougar stood up with a huff and walked over to the sink.

"I don't care if I have to burn this little, shitty shack down to the ground to find it, but it's here all right. I can feel it. It's mocking me." She kicked over a pile of pans onto the ground, making a racket that made Don turn his head to his shoulder in pain. She knocked over another pile, and worked her way down the line, ripping food from the shelves and throwing it across the room, looking for anything with the flash of gold.

Hal looked over at the coyote as a bag of flower landed next to him with a dull thud, sending white powder across the floor. Don looked up, tears in his eyes.

"Are you ok?" Hal mouthed.

Don flexed his cold, numb fingers behind his back and shook his head. He watched the horse try to wiggle his way to him, but Don just shook his head to try to get him to stop.

The loud crack of a knife splitting the board beneath Hal's chest made him stop. He looked over at the crazed cougar as she glared and went back to tearing up the kitchen.

Hal looked down at the knife deeply embedded in the floor, only centimeters from his bare chest. He looked back over to the cougar as she moved over to Don's pile of clothes and started digging through it. He very carefully scooted around, not breaking his stare at the cougar as he felt around for the knife behind him. He carefully rubbed the rope along the sharp blade, catching his hand a few times, but holding back his reaction.

As he felt the rope loosen around his wrists and ankles, he waited for the cougar to get down on her knees as she ripped through one of Don's bags.

He crawled over to Don, mouthing 'I love you' before grabbing a large cast iron skillet.

Don watched on, clenching down on the gag in his mouth as the horse silently stepped towards the cougar.

As Hal got close enough to take a swing, he lifted back his arms, and the floor board squeaked. The cougar spun around on her knees, and splayed herself onto the pile of bags, growling and hissing at the horse, flashing her sharp teeth.

Hal paused, and the cougar leapt for him, knocking the pan out of his hand, and sinking her claws into his shoulders. Hal yelled in pain as they flew backwards, the cougar pinning him on the ground, screaming in his face and sinking her claws even deeper into him.

As he watched the cougar lift her paws from him, preparing to slash away, he punched her in the stomach, sending her flying back. He quickly reached for the pan, but she had already turned back around and sunk her claws into Hal's thigh. He swung at her, but she just moved out of the way, pulling her claws from him. They both stood up, blood leaking down from Hal's paint leg as they watched each other. The cougar's eyes darted to her knife across the room, and Hal took the opportunity to take another swing at her. She ducked out of the way, and grabbed a shirt on the floor, tossing it into his face.

Hal, blinded, ran forward and swung in every direction his could, hearing a loud hiss as he felt the pan collide with something loudly. He quickly pulled down the shirt and saw the cougar lying across the floor with blood on her face. He held up the pan and nudged her with his foot, but she stayed still. Her chest was still moving as she breathed, so he grabbed the rope and tied her up in case she woke up again.

Once he was sure she was secure, he ran to Don. He undid his gag.

"Holy fuck, did you just kill her?" Don said as the wet wad of fabric left his muzzle.

"I don't think so, she's still breathing," he said, untying Don's ropes.

Don sat up, letting the feeling return to his hands and feet as he kissed Hal. They stood up and Hal walked over to the unconscious cat. Don leaned down to try and pull the knife free, but it was stuck still in the board.

"What do we do now?" Hal said, looking down at the cougar.

"Kick her while she's down?" Don said, rubbing his wrists.

"No, I think we should give her to the police, don't you think?" Hal said, looking over and noticing that Don was still nude. "You were naked for all that?"

Don nodded and laughed. "She came up behind me. I didn't exactly have a lot of time to get dressed." He looked over to the open door in the floor. "I think she hid in the cellar."

Hal looked over to the pit and nodded. Don walked to him.

"Does it hurt?" the coyote asked, looking over the bleeding puncture wounds on his shoulders.

"Yes," Hal said through his teeth as Don poked at one. "Now, let's get her into the car and to the sheriff so I can go to the doctor."

Don quickly pulled on a pair of pants lying on the floor. They reached down and pulled her across the floor to the car, shoving her into the back seat and getting inside themselves. Hal tried to not rest his bloody back on anything as Don sat there, eyeing the cougar, afraid that she'd wake up again. They drove off onto the bumpy road.

"You were right about the pan hurting when you hit something," Hal said, as he gripped the wheel.

Don nodded as they turned onto the highway and drove towards town.

They pulled up to the cement police station and got more than a few strange looks as the blood soaked horse and coyote hauled the unconscious cougar out of the car and through the door.

Sheriff Martin was sitting at a desk, talking with an elderly snow leopard female wearing a bedazzled visor. When he saw the two pull the cougar inside, he stood up.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hook, I'll have to take care of this."

The snow leopard looked offended as the horse walked off, and jumped as she saw the blood stained group.

"Good heavens!" she said, standing up too. She acted like was about to faint, but, receiving no attention from the men in the room, she just grumbled and walked out.

"What in the name of hell happened here?" Martin said, looking over Hal and the cougar.

"It's a long story, can you put her in jail before she wakes up?" Hal said, heaving her a little more forward by the arm.

The sheriff got a better look at her face and his eyes got wide.

"By God, that's Betsy. How did you boys get her?"

"With a frying pan," Don said, pulling a little more towards the set of cells in the back.

The sheriff quickly reached for his keys and walked to a cell, sliding the door open as the two pulled her inside and walked back out. Martin closed the heavy door and locked it.

"Alright boys, I'll need to know exactly what happened," the sheriff said, leading them to the desk.

"Well," Don said, as Martin took notes. "We accidentally left the door open all night, and we think she snuck into the house and hid in our cellar. When we came downstairs, I stayed, and Hal went to go clean... something, outside. When I was getting a drink of water from the sink, she snuck up behind me, gagged me and tied me up on the floor. Then, when Hal came back inside, she hid by the door and hit him over the head with her knife and tied him up to."

"When I came to," Hal said, "she was bantering on about how she was Peter's daughter and should own the ranch and something about gold. She tore up the place looking for it."

"There is rumor that Peter had a large stash of gold somewhere on the ranch. Most people thought he was just lying when he talked about it since he lived such a meager life, but with that crick on his property, maybe he did have it after all. And she is technically his daughter, although he never treated her like it. He married her mother because she tricked him into thinking he got her pregnant. Turns out it was someone else's baby, but divorce wasn't something you did around her back then, so they just lived apart. The baby got sick and passed away, and her mother raised Betsy on her own until she died when she was 16. Out of nothing but pity, Peter took her in, but treated her more as a source of labor than a daughter. I've heard stories from the retried sheriff about having to break up fights between the two. She moved out a year later, dropped out of school and lived in the dessert outside of town. No one heard from her until she started to rob people. She was clever about it and we never could catch her. She eventually started to rob stores, and she even robbed the bank once, but she didn't make off with much. Just enough to buy food where she wouldn't be recognized. But, she's has a bounty on her. I'll have to look into what it is, but if I remember, it was $1000."

Don and Hal looked at each other and smiled.

"Of course..." the sheriff said, looking over at the still unconscious cougar laying in the middle of the jail cell, "this is assuming she's still alive." He looked over at Hal and his bloody shoulders. "What happened after she tied you up?"

"Well," Hal said. "I crawled over to Don, and she threw a knife at me and it landed in the floor, so I used it to cut myself free." He showed Martin the small cuts on his hands. "And, I grabbed a frying pan and snuck up behind her, but she jumped at me and got me with her claws. Eventually, she threw a shirt over my face and I hit her in the head, apparently. She was still breathing, so I tired her up and untied Don and we brought her here."

Martin just looked dumbfounded. "You boys are mighty lucky. She's not known for leaving her victims in the best condition when she's done with them. I'll call up the doctor to clean you up. He'll need to come over anyway to check out Betsy."

The sheriff dialed a number on a phone and Don looked over at Hal and smiled. "1000 dollars!" he whispered excitingly.

Hal smiled too. "Maybe it'll pay for the stitches I'll need," he laughed before wincing in pain.

The sheriff hung up the phone. "He's sending someone over, but he said you should go to his office since it's better suited for treating people. It's just next door." He stood up, and they joined him. "Why don't you stop back when you're done, and I'll drive with you to get some pictures for the trail."

"Trial?" Hal asked as he walked to the door.

"She's got a long list of things she's wanted for, so we might as well throw your case in there too."

Hal and Don walked next door, passing a nurse walking by with a medical kit, and walked inside. There was a small room with a desk and a door in the back. A middle aged lizard covered in small spikes stood in the door waiting for them.

"My goodness, I've got my work cut out for me," he said when he saw Hal. "Come on in and sit down."

The doctor cleaned up the wounds, with Hall huffing away from the pain. When he pulled out the needle for the stitches, Don had to leave the room and he sat in the lobby, hearing Hal's muffled yells of pain.

After a few minutes, Hal emerged woozy and covered in bandages over his shoulders, hand and head.

"15 stitches," he said as he walked to Don, who stood up to meet him. "But, he did it for free since Betsy robbed his cousin once." He gave a feeble thumbs-up as he sat down. He shifted off of his leg, which was puffy under his jeans from more padding around the wounds on his thigh. "I think I'm just going to pass out here. Can you drive us back?"

Don watched the horse collapse in the chair as the doctor walked through the door, looking at the unconscious horse, then at Don. "I don't know when it became a fad to not wear underwear," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets, "but I can tell you your friend there is one blessed creature in a particular feature of his anatomy. The last time I saw a nude horse was in the army, but he didn't hold a candle to him," he motioned to Hal.

"You know I can still hear you, right?" Hal said, opening his eyes.

"Oh... well..." The lizard just backed away into his office.

Hal shook his head and stood back up and walked to the car. Don popped into the police station just as the nurse was walking out. He felt the glare of the growling cougar as he walked up to the sheriff's desk.

"How's Hal?" he said, finishing off some paperwork.

"Fine, but he had to get 15 stitches."

Don heard the cougar chuckle, but ignored her.

"Well, let me finish this up, and we can go. You can have a seat if you want," Martin said, motioning to a bench across from the jail cell.

Don walked over and sat down. His eyes glanced up to the cougar, sitting with her legs open and a thick white bandage wrapped around her head and part of her face.

She just glared at him, sliding a paw between her legs and grabbing, mouthing suggestive things to the uncomfortable coyote before he looked away.

He looked around the small room decorated in some old medals and photos of sheriffs past. There was a set of large filing cabinets behind Martin with a collection of dusty old hats nailed on the wall above them. His eyes moved back across the cougar, who had her mouth open, pressing her tongue against her cheek, pantomiming sucking a cock as her other paw still grabbed between her legs.

Martin didn't seem to notice as he flipped over a sheet of paper and continued writing.

'Fuck me,' the cougar mouthed slowly and clearly.

Don just stood up. "I'm going to go to the car and wait," he said to Martin, who looked up and over at the cougar who was about to stick a paw down her pants. He looked back to the coyote and nodded.

Hal watched as the coyote quickly walked out to the car and got behind the wheel.

"How are you feeling?" Don said, trying to get his mind rid of the situation.

"Like I was just stabbed with a needle 15 times. How are you?"

"Fine." They sat in the silence of the car, watching the few people walk along the street. "Sheriff Martin should be out soon."

Hal nodded and saw the horse emerge from the office, locking the door behind him. He gave a wave to Hal and Don before getting into his car.

They drove off to the ranch, where Martin took photos of the scene and pulled the knife from the floor, keeping it as evidence. He gave some tips for cleaning up the blood and left the two alone.

After the mess was cleaned up, and normality returned enough to calm down, Hal and Don ended up sitting on the bench on the patio, watching the heat rise in the dessert.

Hal wrapped an arm around the coyote, who snuggled close, being careful to not bump against the horse's new stitches.

"So, do you think the gold is real?" Don asked.

"Don't know. You'd think that Peter would have mentioned it in his letter or something."

"Maybe your dad already knew?"

"I think he would have been a little more excited about going to the ranch himself if that were the case. It's not like him to send someone else to do something like that."

Don smiled. "Wanna look for it?"

Hal looked down at the coyote and chuckled. "Where would we start? I'm sure he hid it pretty good if he had squatters."

"Well, that crazy cougar said that she saw it once, so it must be around here somewhere."

Don sat up from the bench and looked around. "I wonder if it's in that old shack, buried under all that junk. No one would think to look there."

"Well, you did," Hal said, laughing. He moved his arm down to his side, hissing from moving the sore muscle.

"Aww. Maybe we should wait until you heal a bit. It's not going anywhere, wherever it is."

Hal smiled as Don rested back down next to him. He placed his paw on the horse's well-toned stomach.

"So..." Don said, drawing circles around Hal's bellybutton and looking up at him. "You did that sexy brave thing again."

"That I did," Hal said, a little smirk appearing on his face.

"You really gave her a whack with that thing. I know you couldn't see it, but it was pretty rough on her end. You were all ready to fight... your muscles all tense and hot."

Don's paw slipped down to Hal's crotch where he felt it pulse under his fingers. He leaned over and kissed the horse on the lips. His paw squeezed down on his package, and Hal smiled.

"Saving us from certain harm, once again," Don said, moving his other paw over and pulling apart the button on Hal's pants. "How will I repay you?"

Don's paw slid down the zipper and shimmied Hal's long, soft black cock free. His fingers roamed over the hot piece of flesh as it slowly engorged itself at his touch. Don slid off the bench and moved between the horse's legs. Hal's cock hung in front of the coyote's muzzle as Don's paws pulled down on his pants, carefully sliding them down past the bandages. He tossed the pants behind him as Hal stretched out and spread his legs, letting his package dangle over the side of the bench.

Don buried his nose into the horse's groin, letting the thick cock flop across his face. He inhaled the musky smell as he lapped along the large, heavy orbs swinging between his legs. Hal moaned as he lifted his head back.

Don nuzzled into his package, filling his nose with the thick scent as the hardening cock rubbed against his cheek. He cupped the full balls in his paw as his other ran the length of the hot member. He gripped the thick head as Hal moaned again. Don's lips kissed the broad base, feeling the radiant warmth as he moved up.

Hal lowered his head and watched as the coyote caressed his cock painfully slowly, his soft lips traveling along his shaft. He felt his cock pulse in the coyote's grip, squiring a load of pre into his paw. Don's fingers moved around the slick head as he reached mid-way up the long member.

He slipped out his tongue and pressed it against the steamy black flesh. He tugged on Hal's big balls, making the horse's hoofs clack against the wooden porch floor. He felt another gob of pre flow through his fingers as he pulled his tongue up. He could feel the slick lubricant between his fingers as he slid up and lapped across Hal's tip. His paw pulled down his length and squeezed down at his base as he slipped his tongue along his broad head.

Hal moaned and he felt Don's lips pull down his tip and into his warm muzzle. Don's paws moved as he unbuttoned his own pants, letting his hard cock pop out from his fly as he slid his muzzle further down the shaft until it hit the back of his throat.

Hal moaned as the coyote sucked. He felt Don's paws wrap around his shaft again as Don pressed further down. His tight throat wrapped around his tip as Don swallowed down, letting the shaft inch into his throat. With a sigh of pleasure from the horse, Don slid the cock further and further into him, feeling the need to breathe get stronger and stronger.

He pulled the long shaft from his throat with a gasp as he caught his breath. Hal's cock bobbed in front of Don's muzzle as he breathed on it. It pulsed and shot a string of pre on his lips. He pressed his muzzle against the head and kissed it as his breath slowed.

He pulled the cock back into his mouth and slid it down again, swallowing the girth further and further. It stretched his throat as he moved lower and it got thicker. His eyes watered as he jaw struggled to fit over it, but Hal's moans and his strong hand moving between his ears made him continue.

Hal glanced down as his cock disappeared into the small coyote's muzzle. His throat was tight, and the sensation was threatening to make him blow his load at any second. The image of Don eating his cock like that was turning him on too much so he closed his eyes to give him a little more time with the pleasurable feeling.

Don ripped the cock from his muzzle again, panting heavily as he watched the cock throb in front of him again as Hal softly moaned. He kissed along the wet shaft as he caught his breath, torturing the horse who was trying to hold back his orgasm.

Hal clenched down on the arm rest as he felt the buildup inside of him. He quickly thought of the old female goat from the grocery store as he felt Don's lips move up and over his head again. The coyote took a deep breath and plunged down.

Hal felt his cock slide quickly down the coyote's tight throat and he yelped, mumbling the Gettysburg Address as his balls felt as full as they had ever been. Don swallowed hard, sending Hal deeper inside of him. The coyote watched as the horse's hips moved closer as he forced all the way down. His nose pressed against his groin as he took in the deep scent of the horse. He reached up and grabbed the balls pressing against his chin and gave a tug.

Hal felt beads of sweat fall from his forehead as he quickened his chanting. But it was no good. The buildup inside of him blasted through his body as his cock throbbed. He felt his tip erupt deep inside of Don as he thrust into his face. He threw his head back, neighing in pleasure as Don's head shoved harder into his lap.

Don's stomach filled with the horse's hot jizz as he unloaded into him. The already thick cock pulsed and stretched his throat and jaw even more as he continued to swallow. He pulled the still throbbing cock out of muzzle, gasping for air as it squirted down onto his chest. He held the wide shaft as it oozed hot cum unto him. The slick globs fell down his stomach to his cock.

He slid a paw down his chest and along his aching member, sliding his slippery fingers down to his tip. He moaned as Hal's cock dribbled its last few drops and started to soften. His paw feverishly pumped away as Hal got down on his knees in front of him. He wrapped one hand around Don's neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss, while his other wrapped around the coyote's cock.

Don moaned into the kiss as Hal's large hand squeezed down on his member. As he licked away inside of the horse's muzzle, he felt his cock pulse and squirt hot cum onto Hal's chest. He broke the kiss and looked down as his cock shot white ropes onto the muscular abs. Hal's hand squeezed along his length, spilling the last of the load down his fingers as he kissed the coyote's neck. He pressed their bodies together and Don felt the long, soft horse cock press against him as he slid his paws around Hal's muscular ass.

"God, you're fucking hot," Don said as Hal pounded his neck with kisses, his voice a little rough from his used throat.

He felt Hal's cock pulse against his leg as one of the horse's hands slipped down under his jeans and cupped his cheek. A roaming finger pressing against his tail hole made him yip as he felt his jeans slide down.

The persistent finger broke roughly through as Hal kissed the coyote on the lips again. Hal gently bit the coyote's lip as he pulled away with a mischievous smile.

"I'll be back in a second," the horse said, pulling his finger from Don and standing back up. Don watched as Hal walked back into the house, coming back out with the bottle of lube and something behind his back.

Hal walked up to Don, who stood up and met him with another kiss. The horse pressed his body against the coyote, making him move backwards on the patio. Don tried to look over Hal's shoulder, but whatever he was holding was just out of view.

Don felt a support beam press against his back as the horse ground his hips against him.

"Wanna try something kinky?" Hal asked, breaking the kiss and looking up at the top of the pole above them.

Don looked up too but didn't see anything. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, looking back down at the horse holding the rope between them.

"Do you trust me?" Hal said, looping the rope up above their heads on a large metal hook sticking out from the wood.

Don just smiled and let his arms raise as Hal pulled them up.

The horse tied a loop around his wrists high enough for Don to have to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the ground. Their lips met in another deep kiss as the coyote felt a rope moving between his legs, pulling tight around his thigh, then quickly the same with his other leg.

Hal pulled the rope and Don lifted off the ground, his thighs spreading wide as he hung from the beam. Don chuckled as he waved his legs in the air. The roped dug slightly into his thighs, but not enough to hurt badly. He felt a warm, thick rod press underneath him and smiled at the horse.

Hal globed some lube onto his fingers and reached down, finding the tight pucker of the suspended coyote. He slipped a finger in, making Don moan as he felt around inside. Another finger entered him and pulled in and out of the slippery ring. A third finger sent shivers up the coyotes back as he felt his hardened cock leak warm pre down his shaft.

A fourth finger made him gasp as Hal worked the tight opening down to his knuckles. Don's toes curled in the air as Hal worked his insides. He felt the fingers slide out of him as Don poured lube all along his length, rubbing it over his glistening rod. With another extra squirt on his tip, he lined up the lengthy cock to the coyote's insides and pressed hard.

Hal watched as the coyote's face winced as his tip slid inside of him. He shoved a few good inches in before stopping. Don was panting with his ridged cock bouncing in front of him. The coyote wrapped his legs around the horse's chest as Hal kissed him, getting a good hold on his thighs.

Don looked into the horse's eyes as Hal pushed again. He felt the cock slide deeper inside of him, the burning pain of fullness radiating through his body. Their breathing quickened as Hall pulled out, before pressing back in again, pushing a few more inches deeper.

Don gasped as they reached halfway down Hal's length. His ass stretched tightly over the hot piece of flesh and he bit down on his lip as he felt Hal press further still. The pain shot through him as he gripped his fists around the rope. He panted again as he felt Hal pull out once more. The emptiness of not having the cock in him was quickly replaced as Hal shoved forcibly back up, cramming another few inches into the full coyote.

Don whimpered as he felt himself on the verge of splitting as the horse took a step forward, slowly shoving another inch in. Hal's deep breath met his as they kissed again. Hal's hips moved up, sending him deeper still, making Don feel close to passing out as his cock pulsed and shot a load of pre onto Hal's chest.

Don could feel the heat of Hal's body as he got closer and closer to his base. With a few more grunts from the horse, he slid the rest of the way down and was fully inside the coyote. Don could feel the cock snake through him as his mind was blown away with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He slumped his head against the side of his arm as Hal pulled half way out and shoved back in. Don yipped as his body bounced on the ropes, and Hal continued, grunting through his heavy breath and quickening his pace.

The hard, thick, slick rod pushed in and out of the abused coyote's hole. Hal moaned and groaned as the cock moved fast enough for the horse's balls to slap him in the ass as he shoved up into him. The thick member pushed deep inside of him each time, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

As the horse's hot body rammed into his ass, his knot swelled and his heart beat loudly in his chest. Hal was lost in the rhythm of his thrusts as he slammed into the coyote, pushing him up against the pole roughly. Don's legs kicked up as he felt his cock pulse between them. The tingling pain of his ass turned to lusty pleasure as his orgasm swirled inside of him. The warm cum oozed down his chest as his muscles tensed. He felt Hal's cock struggle to fit inside of him as he howled in pleasure.

Hal grunted as he shoved one last time into the flexed ring, shooting a hot load deep into the coyote. Don curled his toes as he felt the cock unload into him as the horse neighed and moaned onto his chest. Thick streams of cum leaked over Hal's balls as he finished. He kissed Don on the lips as his sporadic breath softened.

He pulled his long cock from the coyote and heard the splatter of cum as it fell from the stretched opening. He pulled away and looked at the cum slathered coyote as fresh jizz dripped down his tail from between his legs as he hung from the pole. Don exhaustedly panted as his arms tensed against his restraints. His softened cock hung limply in front of him as he looked up at the horse, equally covered in the evidence of their sex.

"Want to help me down?" Don said, feebly laughing.

"I dunno," Hal said, stepping back and making a rectangle with his thumbs and forefingers to look through. "I kind of like you as a decoration. You look good that way."

Don just glared as the horse walked around him, looking through his makeshift viewfinder. "Cut me down, or I'll mount you on a wall... and not the fun way!"

Hal laughed as he walked over to untie Don. As the coyote set his wobbly feet on the ground, he slid in the pile of horse jizz below him and fell into Hal's arms, making Hal hiss as he bumped into the bandages.

"Now we're even," Don said, gaining his balance again and sitting back down on the bench to rest, avoiding sitting directly as his well-worked ass. He groaned as he rubbed his thighs. "We need to start being less rough; I'm not sure I'll be able to walk much if you keep this up."

Hal sat down next to him. "Well, I already offered you to hang there. I'd visit you every day, I promise," he said, making a kissy face as he leaned closer to Don's face.

Don just grabbed him by the mane and forced his face into his crotch. "Shut up and clean me off."

Hal licked away at the cum-soaked fur, making Don moan and his cock pulse and grow a little as he ran his tongue along its length. Don moaned as he felt Hal's lips press over his tip and start to suck, but he pushed him away.

"Would if I could, but I need to function tomorrow." He pat the horse on the head. "Now, let's go shower and make some dinner. I've had nothing but you to eat all day and I'm starving."

Ya made it, matey! Now hoist yer colors and get that peg-leg outta yer pants, there be more treasure to hunt!