Flashback
In case you couldn't tell, this story takes place in the 80s. References to movies and the time of year can give you a specific year and month if you'd like~
Comission for Bittersweet/Bubbles Prime. All characters of my creation. Guess who!
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Rodney panted. He had just got out of the shower and he was already feeling too hot. Summer was here and he knew he should go get sheared soon. The young ram sighed, feeling his head with a hoofish hand. There he found nubs, as usual, as his horns hadn't grown in yet. He began to towel off next to his locker, wondering how long he had until the coach came in to kick out all the students in favor of the football team.
As he finished toweling, Rodney heard an odd grunting sound, and a wet squelch or two. The sheep looked around, then slowly walked around a row of lockers.
There the lamb saw a horse he recognized as being a junior. He was only a freshman himself, so he was about to slip back to his locker, when he saw what the upper class horse was doing. The strong equine, not quite old enough to be called a stallion, but too old to be a colt, was using one set of thick hoofish fingers to stroke firmly over his mottled erection, the whole thing dribbling with preseed.
Rodney stared, taking in the older equine visually, from his defined, strong arms and legs, to the soft squish over his belly that prevented his abs from being as defined, but mostly at his heavy dark skinned sac, and the pink and brown mottles up along the draft breed's shaft.
Suddenly, the groping, stroking appendage halted. When the sheep tore his eyes from the equine piece to the long face, he found the older student staring at him, with the barest blush visible. "How long have you been there, kid?"
The sheep made a few undulating vowel sounds, trying to explain himself, before taking a deep breath and managing, "I... a-h-h-h... I heard something odd and I went to check..." He found himself stepping forward, even though his cheeks were hot with his own blush.
The horse was looking over the younger male as he approached, eyes halting at his crotch a moment. "So... I... uh... take it you like what you see, little lamb?" It seemed as though he was trying to be confident.
Rodney looked down, and saw he was fully hard, and had totally forgotten to put on any clothes. And that he was quite close to the horse now. He knelt slowly, nodding, "Yeah... You got a really nice piece, Maverick..." He reached out to start to stroke along the shaft.
The horse licked his lips a bit, whuffling quietly, his blush resurging in his cheeks, "I'm not a cow, you know." He raised a brow.
The sheep looked up around the shaft as he licked it, "You haven't seen Top Gun yet?" He managed, looking to the equine's eyes, and then back to rubbing with his blunt fingers, letting his fleece rub against it occasionally, getting shower moisture replaced with drizzling pre.
"It's only been out, what, a week?" The equine panted heavily as his pleasure gradually rose with someone else in charge of his rod. "Anyway, I saw one of the previews in front of Highlander. It looked really gay..." He muttered.
Rodney found himself giggling with a bleat, "And this -isn't- really gay?"
The draft horse chuckled a bit, looking away, "I guess you're right... but this is the good kinda gay, you know...?"
"No idea what you're talking about..." the sheep leaned down to nose at the heavy, pre-slickened sac dangling between the horse's strong thighs, then licked slowly up the underside of the long member, pausing to kiss at the medial ring before continuing up towards the tip.
Shifting his hooves a bit against the cement floor, the horse reached to brace himself against a locker. He panted and whuffled loudly, the whole shaft pulsing and pouring out its slick pre into the eager sheep's fleece. He shifted his hips, as his heavy sac contracted and pulled up against his hips.
Rodney wasn't prepared for the geyser, gasping and trying to hold on as the seed flew into the still air of the locker room and splattered down viscously atop his head, and across his chest, and over his back.
The horse himself was not immune to his own seed, and was well splattered between his pleasured braying and powered releases. By the time the flow had abated, both males and the floor and lockers around them had been completely splattered by hot equine seed. A low, wet grumble filled the air as both panted heavily.
The sheep bleated bashfully, slipping on his knees and yelping as he ended up lying on the cement floor. He rubbed his head a bit, dazed, and wondered how the horse kept so much seed inside himself, some of his headfleece covering his eyes from the weight and viscosity of the horse spunk. Everywhere was starting to cool except for his legs, and he felt something shift under his rump, pulling it out of the puddle and off the cement, "Hey... what's going on?" But as he tried to raise a hoof to bare his eyes so he could see what was going on, he felt something soft rubbing over his own unspent erection, gasping softly.
The surface undulated and squeezed around his hips and loins, making the sheep bleat out in need, reaching down to try to stroke himself but only getting his hands caught. The ram whined and bleated aloud as the coolness was banished from his belly and chest, replaced by rippling warmth. His legs were starting to have to curl up somewhere in that warmth, and he squirmed, trying to figure out what was happening.
Suddenly Rodney's shoulders were warm, and then up his neck the sensation grew, then around his head, before he heard and felt something clack together behind his ears, and they were filled with a low wet swallowing sound. The sheep, bewildered, confused, and scared, started to thrash, even as he was being forced to curl up...
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The horse panted heavily, licking his lips of his own spunk and kneading over his belly as the last of the underclassmale filled out his midsection, "Ahhh... That really hit the spot..." He mooshed his hoofy fingers into the belly surface firmly, flicking his tail a bit.
A bear came around the corner, "JORGENSON! WHAT'S ALL THIS MESS!?"
The horse winced, clenching his belly down in hopes the squirms wouldn't be noticed, "Uh... I dunno..."
"The hell you don't. You're not leaving this locker room until it's clean, or else you're not gonna run for Track." The bear turned to leave.
The horse sighed, "Like I enjoy being the only 'prey' species on the track team." He smirked a bit to himself, and stood, massaging his belly. Sure the coach was gone, he nakedly clopped to get a bucket, and carefully started to clean his mess.
"I thought I'd find you here, Pete, but I didn't think you'd try to mark everyone's clothes with your scent through the lockers..." An otter with strong arms and a softer looking belly than the horse grinned, leaning against the end of the row of lockers. "I mean, it's not like you're a wolf..."
"I found myself doing some entertaining, Jack." Pietr Jorgenson said as he cleared some of the bench, sitting back onto his hooves in a kneeling position.
The otter perked at the shifting in his friend's belly, "Pete, not again... Someone's gonna notice who doesn't do it themselves, someday." He patted his gut, which churned a bit in appreciation for the attention. "Anyway, I'm trying to cut back... I've lost too many friends to my belly."
"Can't you just magic them back?" The horse glanced at his friend, then around... He focused, and his seed started to pull itself into the bucket.
"It's not that easy, creating a replacement body and making sure the soul and all the memories fit back into place right." The otter waved a webbed paw and brought forth a small thunderstorm to help with the clean-up, raining onto the spunk and washing it to the drain in the floor. "And you gotta retroactively make your body preserve the life forces to make sure that you're not messing with any underworld guardians... It's complicated and I'm no Merlin." He looked to one side, a little sad.
"Cut off another wizard's head and take his power." Pete chuckled, stepping into the rainfall to let his friend's magic clean him off.
"Man, they never get anything right in movies. Immortals that can only be killed by decapitation killing each other for power? Honestly?" Jack playfully snapped his fingers, causing a harmless jolt of electricity to hit his friend in the rump.
"Ow, hey! What was that for?" Pete rubbed his rump a bit as the rain dispersed and was replaced with a hot dry wind. Soon his pelt was dry, and his mane... was a bit frizzy. He sighed and tried to get it to lay down.
"For eating a student in a public place. Come on, get some clothes on, we're gonna go have some non-predatory fun until at least that gut of yours finishes its meal." The lutrine sighed a bit, but smiled a little as well.
The equine focused on his locker, holding out a hoof. The door jiggled. He focused harder. It quivered.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"No. I'm focusing on the way energy flows, and I'm directing it."
"So, you already did your combination?"
Pete glared daggers at his grinning companion, before glancing at his locker. The little dial spun one way, then the other, then back the first direction, before the door opened.
"You're getting better. We'll make a wizard out of you, yet." Jack chuckled.
The horse summoned his clothes into his hand and started to put them on, already feeling the strain of using so much magic in a burst like this. His friend always liked to push him on it. "I'm still not nearly as talented as you are at ach..." The horse rubbed his throat a bit, shirt on but not buttoned. His gut clenched and he fell to his knees, starting to hack and pant heavily.
Jack blinked and summoned a bucket over with a flick of his rudder tail, halting its motion in front of his friend's mouth.
And with a great retch, the horse disgorged a slimy ball of what looked like wool.
"Ewwww.... Hairball..." Jack chuckled, "That's what you get for eating a sheep with your constitution."
Pete panted heavily, "Dammit, Jack... I wish my gut could dissolve everything, so I wouldn't have to deal with this."
"What, and have the runs from having too runny shit?" Jack smirked.
"Ew, no. I just want my body to handle it." The horse stood, letting out a belch smelling of digesting flesh.
"Your body handles it a lot better than it should take meat." Jack nodded, using his tail to toss the bucket into the janitor's closet.
"Prey and predator are social constructs." The equine whuffled a bit, annoyed.
"I know. But your body doesn't know that." The otter smirked and groped his friend's gut, "Come on, close your damn shirt so we don't attract belly-lovers. I get more than enough as it is." Jack grinned insufferably and molested his own paunch for a moment, tugging his shirt down over it best he could.
"So, what defines non-predatory fun?" Pete did up his shirt and checked that his clothing was clean, before closing his locker.
"I dunno, hanging out, going to see a movie, that sort of thing." Jack said dismissively, heading towards the exit of the locker room
Pete tapped a finger against his chin as he clopped behind the shorter otter, before perking in remembrance, "Have you seen Top Gun yet?"