{"sf1_id":290466,"sf2_id":"YnLw6JBm","title":"Hunter (M wolf / M horse)","author":"Vaille","words":1785,"posted_at":"2011-09-26T23:29:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Canine","Equine","Horse","Knot","M/M","Oral","Wolf","public sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/290466-hunter-m-wolf-m-horse","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLw6JBm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=290466\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"This is a little vignette (ie an uber-short ditty) I pecked out yesterday afternoon for fun. \u0026nbsp;Nothing special - completely plot-driven fluff designed to get one dude's dick into another dude's ass. \u0026nbsp;And yes, Downtown is an actual gaybar in Chicago. \u0026nbsp;Enjoy.\n\n~V.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Hunter\u0026nbsp;**\n\n**by**\n\n**Vaille**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou know that guy who has a knack for getting everything he wants? \u0026nbsp;That's me. \u0026nbsp;Now some say I'm out of touch; that I let it go to my head. \u0026nbsp;Nah. \u0026nbsp;Not in the least. \u0026nbsp;Behind the bravado, swagger and large wads of cash, I'm really just an ordinary, down-to-earth wolf. \u0026nbsp;Just so happens that I know how to play cards at the big boy's table, that's all. \u0026nbsp;It got me my ride and a posh pad in one of those ritzy Goldcoast high-rises. \u0026nbsp;It gets me tail. \u0026nbsp;Find me a twink and I'll have him rockin' on tap in fifteen or less. \u0026nbsp;Guaranteed. \u0026nbsp;Don't hold it against me. \u0026nbsp;It's always been this way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was strolling down Michigan Avenue, scoping for my Friday-night lay, when a particular piece of ass caught my eye. \u0026nbsp;It belonged to a well-built stud - a Clydesdale - and every bit a hick by the look of him. \u0026nbsp;His head was swinging this way and that, gawking, as he turned about in a slow circle, frazzled by the glitz and glamour of the Magnificent Mile. \u0026nbsp;It was really quite comical. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe big pony tugged at his chin whiskers as I padded up to him. \u0026nbsp;He was cutie. \u0026nbsp;Adorable, even. \u0026nbsp;His fur was a mix of deep chestnut and brilliant ivory. \u0026nbsp;Feathering puffed around his wrists and ankles. \u0026nbsp;He wore tight blue jeans that amplified all the right bulges and hid the wrong ones. \u0026nbsp;His shirt was a red and white button-down pocket-plaid. \u0026nbsp;It looked perfect on him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Holy fuck, you_ **so** _gotta bed this..._I thought to myself. \u0026nbsp;My eyes flicked from the scruffy horsetail covering his tight rump. \u0026nbsp;Our eyes met for the first time. \u0026nbsp;\"Hey man, lost? \u0026nbsp;Need some directions?\" \u0026nbsp;Not the most original line, I know, but judging by his appearance, I wasn't exactly dealing with a gay-boi debutante, either. \u0026nbsp;No reason to put more effort into this than was necessary. \u0026nbsp;Besides, I had no idea if he was homo, hetro or something in between and I wasn't about to have my ass handed to me in the middle of Michigan Avenue because I hit on some hayseed who just so happened to be straight.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Huh? \u0026nbsp;Oh, hi. \u0026nbsp;Yeah...\" he started awkwardly in a whickering drawl. \u0026nbsp;\"I was lookin' for a place called 'Downtown'. \u0026nbsp;I thought it was s'posed to be off Michigan, but I been hoofin' it back n' forth for an hour now and I just can't seem to find the place.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Downtown? \u0026nbsp;The club?\" I asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe horse nodded. \u0026nbsp;\"Yup.\" \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHope blossomed. \u0026nbsp;A hint of smile slicked its way across my muzzle. \u0026nbsp;\"Eh, you're too far east, bro. \u0026nbsp;Downtown's up on State Street, not Michigan Avenue. \u0026nbsp;It's actually a really nice place, definitely swankier than the dives over on Halsted, that's for sure.\" \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Halsted?\" \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You're not from around here, are you?\" \u0026nbsp;The question was rhetorical.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Clydesdale shook his head. \u0026nbsp;\"Nope. \u0026nbsp;Is it that obvious?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy smile crept into a smirk. \u0026nbsp;\"Yeah, kinda. \u0026nbsp;But that's not a bad thing,\" I said as I took him by the arm, guiding. \u0026nbsp;\"Not a bad thing at all. \u0026nbsp;Now...you know about Downtown, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy piece of pony ass quirked his muzzle and glanced up, thinking. \u0026nbsp;\"Uh, a buddy of mine said it's a good place to relax and unwind. \u0026nbsp;'Bout it.\" \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You'll see when we get there,\" I said with a chuckle. \u0026nbsp;\"You meeting anyone there?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nah.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You are now. \u0026nbsp;Lemme buy you a drink or three. \u0026nbsp;Whadya say?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I've been fixin' for a drink or three so that sounds like a plan,\" the Clydesdale said over the clomp of his heavy hooves. \u0026nbsp;He offered me his hand. \u0026nbsp;\"I'm Hunter, by the way.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI took it into my paw and shook. \u0026nbsp;\"Terrance,\" I introduced. \u0026nbsp;\"It's a pleasure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Likewise.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs we walked, we chatted. \u0026nbsp;I learned Hunter was in Chicago for the week from Nowhere, Nebraska for some shitty agri-con over at McCormick Place. \u0026nbsp;He was 23, worked on a farm and was really into country music, particularly the crooning of some asshole named Trent Taylor. \u0026nbsp;I'm sure Trent's tunes are chalk-full of angst over the pickup breaking down, the beer running out, the dog dying and his bitch leaving his loser ass for no reason at all. \u0026nbsp;I'd bet on it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBetween grunting the occasional \"Yeah\" and \"Uh huh,\" my mind wandered. \u0026nbsp;In my head, I held Hunter by the ears, guiding him slowly up and down on me. \u0026nbsp;His warm, wet muzzle was wrapped firmly around my dick, sucking, while his soft, pink horse-tongue eagerly polished my knob. \u0026nbsp;Equine fingers tickled my knot, danced across my balls. \u0026nbsp;Oh, how it'd feel to cum in his mouth. \u0026nbsp;Spurt after spurt, my heavy wolf-spunk trickling down that long throat in runny, gloppy wads...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"...but if you ask me, Taylor should have won Album of the Year for Pickup of Love but they gave it to Trixie Cole instead. \u0026nbsp;Talk about a complete travesty.\" \u0026nbsp;Hunter was animated, talking with his hands. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah, sounds like it,\" I replied, tuning in. \u0026nbsp;At this point, I had no idea what the hell he was carrying on about. \u0026nbsp; Didn't care, either. \u0026nbsp;A vague visual flashed through my head - my semen dripping from his chin. \u0026nbsp;_Wonder what it's gonna look like dribbling from his tailhole?_ I thought through a grin. \u0026nbsp;With a quick shuffle-step, I adjusted the stiffness in my pants. \u0026nbsp;God, I needed to fuck... \u0026nbsp;\"It's right up here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe stopped under the black awning and snapping rainbow flags. \u0026nbsp;An alleyway to the left. \u0026nbsp;\"Hey,\" I said patting the pack of cigarettes in my left breast pocket, \"I'm gonna catch a smoke real quick so I'm gonna go around back. \u0026nbsp;Going inside or you wanna come with?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe big pony shrugged, smiled. \u0026nbsp;\"Sure, I'll join you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lead the way through the alley. \u0026nbsp;No sooner did we round the corner than the horse shoved me against the brick wall and plastered his muzzle against mine. \u0026nbsp;His clumsy hands nimbly undid my fly and yanked my jeans and underwear down around my knees, exposing my hard-on. \u0026nbsp;He palmed my balls and squeezed them. \u0026nbsp;I yelped into his mouth. \u0026nbsp;He broke the kiss. \u0026nbsp;Licked my nose. \u0026nbsp;My chin. \u0026nbsp;Drew down my chest, nosing, breathing me in. \u0026nbsp;My paws settled behind Hunter's ears as he dropped to his knees. \u0026nbsp; Lips touched my dicktip. \u0026nbsp;Slowly nibbled. \u0026nbsp;Then he went down on me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHunter had done this before, of that I had no doubt - the horse sucked cock like a pro. \u0026nbsp;He bobbed and twisted, throated and hummed. \u0026nbsp;His muzzle felt like velvet around my meat, his tongue like silk. \u0026nbsp;I relaxed, pinned against the wall, and let him blow me. \u0026nbsp;I didn't want to, but I came in his mouth. \u0026nbsp;Couldn't help it. \u0026nbsp;He was so fuckin' good. \u0026nbsp;And the bitch swallowed it all. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis mouth left my shaft with a parting kiss. \u0026nbsp;I'm canine and multi-orgasmic. \u0026nbsp;That little peck to the tip of my pecker set me off yet again. \u0026nbsp;The first two shots went clear over his head while the third hit him between the eyes. \u0026nbsp;My seed leaked from my dick, dripping thickly onto his nose. \u0026nbsp;\"Sorry...\" I said breathlessly. \u0026nbsp;\"Couldn't help it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Guess I'm just that good.\" \u0026nbsp;A devious grin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh fuck yeah, you got that right...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis hands went to his belt buckle, unfastening it and the button behind it. \u0026nbsp;He pulled his zipper down. \u0026nbsp;Thumbs hitched his belt loops. \u0026nbsp;Tugged. \u0026nbsp;His jeans cascaded to his hooves, followed by his briefs. \u0026nbsp;The horse was hard and he was huge, his cock larger than any I'd ever seen before. \u0026nbsp;His musk soaked the air. \u0026nbsp;It was so strong I could almost taste it. \u0026nbsp;Our eyes locked. \u0026nbsp;I could smell my seed in his fur. \u0026nbsp;My dick ached, my knot was swollen, my shaft felt like hot iron. \u0026nbsp;Instinct took over.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPulling the horse to his hooves, I swung him to the wall. \u0026nbsp;Instantly, I was on him, under his tail and pushing. \u0026nbsp;He grunted and snorted as I tapped his ass, shoving myself in all the way to my knot. \u0026nbsp;Our hips began to rock, balls began to sway. \u0026nbsp;I pounded that pony, fucking him hard and fast, just the way a good dog should. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWithin a minute, I had Hunter moaning and squirming. \u0026nbsp;I amped it up. \u0026nbsp;Gave him a reach-around. \u0026nbsp;I came in him and came again, but I resisted the urge to tie. \u0026nbsp;The horses was hard as rock in my paw and leaking like a faucet. \u0026nbsp;I used his juice to lube up his dick. \u0026nbsp;It was hot and slick and smelled exquisite. \u0026nbsp;I couldn't resist. \u0026nbsp;I licked my paw. \u0026nbsp;Tasted him. \u0026nbsp;Salty and sweet. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHunter started riding my dick like a power-bottom. \u0026nbsp;He'd buck into each thrust; clench when I withdrew. \u0026nbsp;The horse was fucking me as much as I was screwing him. \u0026nbsp;His dickhead flared. \u0026nbsp;His body twitched. \u0026nbsp;He snorted. \u0026nbsp;A hoof stomped the ground. \u0026nbsp;Hunter started to squat, pulling me down and under him. \u0026nbsp;I could feel his hole stretching around my knot. \u0026nbsp;The horse held it there. \u0026nbsp;The pressure on my organ was incredible. \u0026nbsp;With a grunt, snort, he jerked. \u0026nbsp;My knot popped inside the horse's ass. \u0026nbsp;At that instant, pony cock throbbed. \u0026nbsp;The throb became a pulse. \u0026nbsp;Then a spasm. \u0026nbsp;In that alley, we erupted together, a geyser of horsecum painting the wall as my cock unloaded into his tight, used rear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter our climax, we settled down against the wall together, tied. \u0026nbsp;I could feel myself dripping from him, onto my sheath, balls and thighs. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You know, I always get what I want,\" the horse drawled. \u0026nbsp;\"From the moment I saw you across the street from the convention center, I knew what I wanted to do. \u0026nbsp;You.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI laughed. \u0026nbsp;\"You're kidding, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nope. \u0026nbsp;Know what else I want? \u0026nbsp;You, with me, in Bartonville, Nebraska.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I dunno. \u0026nbsp;I have a hunch the nightlife there sucks...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What if every night came with a promise of sloppy horse sex?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Then I guess we'll both get what we want,\" I said with a grin. \u0026nbsp;My dick slid from his ass. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n  \n  \n\n"}