A Textfile Case of Lust.txt
A Textfile Case of Lust
Written by Danath, first and last paragraphs by Taiko. This story has been reposted with the permission of Danath; subsequent repostings must be made with the permission of Taiko Akito, and posted here. The characters Horrus and Taris are the mental properties of Taiko Akito and may not be used without his permission. http://www.furaffinity.net/user/danath/
Horrus wasn't a superstitious type, really. Sure, he was curious as to why his dad had insisted on their wearing kilts when he was younger, and even more so when he found that he liked it more than any kind of pants he could find. However, when he found that people were more or less accepting of it, and he could change out of them without any guff from his parents, he was thrilled. On the other hand, why he was wearing them to the beach was something he really had to question.
Still, it was a beautiful day and the large zebra was determined to enjoy himself. His large black hooves sunk into the white sand just past the tops of his hooves. Horrus grinned as he felt a light breeze blow between his legs, under where the red and black kilt ended. He tugged his brown vest forward, over his broad shoulders and exposed chest, then, thinking again, simply took it off, leaving his upper half bare.
The zebra was in excellent shape, with well-formed washboard abs and hulking shoulders. His mane was tousled by the wind as well as by style and draped down his neck and between his shoulders. The big zebra raised his arms over his head, stretching out and cracking his knuckles as his tail swished behind him, through the strap at the top of the kilt that kept the fabric hitched up over his rump.
Horrus was contemplating a swim in the ocean - he was wearing a pair of tight yellow bikini briefs under the kilt - when someone caught his eye.
The orca was huge, close to seven feet tall, and outweighed Horrus by a hundred pounds or more. He was all muscle, from the top of his domed skull to his large, flat feet. Even his tail was extra thick and heavily muscled as it dragged through the white foam surf. He was walking out of the ocean, glistening and dripping. His tight stomach was incredibly defined, as were his pectorals. A tight red g-string clung to the orca's black hips and white groin, barely containing an obviously thick and meaty shaft. The outlined maleness was curled over around a pair of generous balls, and it was a wonder the ludicrous g-string was able to contain it all.
Horrus's muzzle clamped shut after a moment when he realized he was staring - almost drooling - at the handsome, well-built orca. He felt a twinge under his kilt and prayed he didn't pop a stiffy. That wasn't going to happen, though, as he realized the orca was heading his way.
"Nice kilt," the big male said, purple eyes twinkling. "I'm Taris."
"Horrus," the zebra said, trying not to stare as the huge male's chest rippled under a layer of thick, smooth skin.
Taris's smile grew as he blatantly checked the muscular equine out. Water continued to drip off his body, rolling down the cords of muscle on his shoulders. His neck was nearly non-existent - a large black fin extended from the top of his skull, ending between his shoulder blades, but the round bulges of muscle caused his broad neck to extend directly into his back.
"You going for a swim?" Taris asked.
Horrus didn't reply for a minute. His head was slightly bowed and his eyes were locked on the orca's generous maleness, which was visibly throbbing and jerking slightly inside the bright red g-string pouch.
"Oh! Uh... yeah, I might," Horrus said. His tail swished behind him nervously as he tore his eyes away from the orca's crotch. Looking at the rest of the big male wasn't much better, though - Horrus thought the orca was about the hottest piece of maleness he'd seen in a long time.
Taris grinned and reached out, digging his thick fingers into the zebra's bare shoulder. Horrus gasped as he was pulled forward until his chest collided with the orca's in a meaty thud.
"Maybe you'd like to do something else?"
Horrus gaped up at the orca, then blushed furiously as his member grew erect under his kilt. The zebra's white stripes turned pink all along his face and down his neck as the orca's face drew close.
"How about it?" Taris whispered, fingers squeezing Horrus's shoulder.
Horrus could only weakly nod his assent. Taris grinned and glanced around, then jerked his head towards a clump of walled changing rooms near the open shower area, where people could rinse sand out of their fur, hair, or skin, depending on species.
Horrus followed the orca, staring at the big male's thick tail as it swung over his powerful thighs. He reached down and adjusted his kilt, hoping the bulge of his cock wasn't too obvious.
The walls of the changing rooms were thin plywood painted a light blue color. The bottoms reached just to the sand, while the tops were about eight feet high. They were really not large enough for two males the size of Horrus and Taris, but that didn't seem to bother the orca. As soon as they were inside, Taris punched the adjoining wall, knocking it flat onto the sand. He quickly locked the second stall's door, then turned to Horrus with a grin on his broad muzzle.
"Lose the kilt, zebra," he growled.
Taris tugged at his thong, snapping it off. Horrus's eyes went wide as he watched the thick length uncurl, eventually flopping out and settling over the orca's immense thighs. A thick trickle of pre-cum dripped from the fat head. The whole shaft was as thick as Horrus's wrist and about the same shape - wide, oval, flat on top, with a bulging urethra along the underside.
"This is gonna be good," Taris said, voice low and growly. "Been hard up for a few weeks now."
Horrus nearly whimpered when the orca stepped up to him and ripped off his kilt, then ground his hips forward, sliding his cock over the zebra's bulge. The orca's muzzle covered Horrus's black lips in a deep kiss; the zebra's cheeks bulged when Taris stuck his tongue deep into the other male's muzzle.
Horrus's cock was pulled to the side, severely wrapped by the yellow bikini. The flared tip of his shaft was throbbing and there was an obvious wet spot. Beneath, his heavy balls were hugged tightly by the fabric. Taris's fingers gripped the hem and tugged them down, getting them over the zebra's large thighs, before he could reach in and pull Horrus's cock up. The orca was getting harder by the moment and used his paw to grind their shafts together. His fingers squeezed the two thick cocks tightly together - Taris's was thicker, but Horrus's was about the same length, despite being shorter than the orca by about 9 inches.
For a split second, doubt entered Horrus's mind. Why was he doing this? In public, with a complete stranger no less! He knew nothing about the orca, only that he was super gorgeous, but that shouldn't be enough to get Horrus to drop his kilt.
Then the orca's fingers squeezed again, rubbing their shafts together, and a wave of pleasure washed away any doubts. Horrus pulled his long muzzle back from the orca, breaking the kiss, and panted heavily.
Taris grinned and turned him around, pushing him up against the plywood wall. Both of the orca's large palms smacked loudly on the zebra's ass. Horrus grunted and then moaned as the orca massaged his glutes, grinding them between his powerful fingers.
Before he knew it, Horrus was on his hands and knees, legs spread, as the orca knelt behind him. Taris was pulling sharply on Horrus's tail and teasing the head of his thick shaft up against the slightly smaller male's tailhole.
Horrus let out a whinny, which cut off after a split second as he remembered they were in public, barely hidden from view by an ceiling-less outdoor changing room. The orca pumped his hips forward roughly, filling and stretching the zebra's rump.
Horrus's shaft smacked upwards, along his belly, leaving a smear of pre-cum. He was rocked forward by the orca's powerful, insistent thrusts, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from crying out again as the thick head worked deeper. The orca reached down and grabbed his balls, giving them a few firm pulls and squeezes that made Horrus clench. Taris groaned happily and returned both paws to squeezing and massaging Horrus's large, taut rump. He smacked the zebra's butt a few times, following each slap with a deep thrust that took Horrus's breath away.
Taris sighed as he hilted, feeling his straining thighs press into the back of the equine's rump. He slid his palms forward across Horrus's backside and leaned over, letting his weight down until his chest and belly curved into the zebra's backside.
Horrus gasped, breaking his rhythmic panting, as he felt the orca's arms circle his broad chest and belly. Then the orca was pounding him hard, thrusting in and out deeply, rocking the zebra forward again and again.
Horrus started to whicker again, but Taris's hand was there to cover his mouth, silencing him. The orca grinned and licked slowly over the zebra's ears, then whispered.
"Keep your muzzle quiet, boy - unless you want some attention."
Taris's hips slapped forward again and again, thrusting hard before pulling back until only the tip of his thickness was still inside. Then he'd drive in deep all over again. Horrus was sure his ass was never going to be the same.
A paw suddenly lifted Horrus's jaw and he gasped. A muscular wolf with salt-and-pepper fur was standing in front of him, holding a thick erection in one paw. He'd come in through the door when he wasn't looking, Horrus realized.
"Invited a few friends," the orca grunted behind him. "Hope you don't mind."
The wolf grinned down at him as he fed the tip of his cock into his muzzle. Horrus shuddered, but opened wide as he felt the thick lupine shaft throb against his tongue. The wolf wasn't as big as either Horrus or Taris, but he was well-hung and in very good shape. His thick pelt hid most of his definition, but Horrus saw bulging biceps out of the corner of his eye as the wolf dragged his muzzle down.
Taris suddenly reared back and clutched him tightly. He humped forward hard and let out a low bass moan as he came deep inside the zebra's ass. Thick cum splurt back out, with nowhere to go, leaving a sticky mess of Horrus's thighs and the sand beneath his swinging balls. The zebra's thickness throbbed and spurt, but didn't cum, though Horrus was close.
The wolf continued to thrust, fucking the zebra's muzzle rapidly as Taris unloaded from behind. The huge orca's grip never loosened on the zebra's hips as he let the squirming, panting, groaning equine milk his cock to the last drop.
Keeping himself inside, Taris leaned over, rubbing his palms across the black and white stripes, feeling the other male's musculature beneath the skin. Then he slid his fingers up Horrus's neck, angling his head so that the wolf could pump in even faster.
It took only a minute more for the panting wolf to reach his orgasm. Horrus's eyes went wide and he tried to pull back, but the wolf's paws and Taris's hands kept his muzzle firmly over the wolf's cock. Cum and saliva dribbled over Horrus's thick black muzzle and chin as he was forced to swallow the wolf's salty load.
The zebra groaned as the wolf finally pulled away and aimed the last squirt of cum across the bridge of his muzzle. Horrus panted, head hanging low, as he felt Taris's hips start to thrust again. The orca was still hard, despite the massive cum-load he'd delivered only a few minutes before. Horrus whimpered as the wolf hitched up a pair of swim trunks and left, only to be replaced a moment later by a studly brown-furred rabbit. Despite being only five feet tall, the hare's cock was quite large, and more than filled Horrus's muzzle, as he quickly discovered.
Neither Horrus, Taris, or the line of suitors extending out the door of the changing room noticed the tiny pinhole camera attached to a corner joint of the plywood. It transmitted the image to a screen in a small, blacked-out room, location unknown.
A darkened figure stood in front of a large clear window, looking into a brightly lit room on the other side. His silhouette was bulky and tall, but no match for the muscular studs on the other side. There were dozens of them, all strapped up to a wall, all wearing some kind of helmet that covered their eyes and ears. Tubes ran down their throats, delivering food and water, as the helmets delivered an entire world.
The figure smiled at Horrus. His cock was spraying thick loads of cum across the floor of the room and his whole body was jerking against the restraints pinning him to the wall as his helmet delivered sensory input.
The shadowed figure grinned as he looked back to the computer screen, snickering as his most recent acquisition groaned and came all over himself on screen again, before his face was introduced to another man's crotch, and his ass was filled with yet another load of orca cum. It would take him a minute, but he'd be ready to write another story involving this man in this digital world...and Horrus wouldn't even know that he had no choice but to go along in the sequel. He hadn't for the past dozen, so why would their fun change now?
FIN