# Hunter (M wolf / M horse)

Author: Vaille
Tags: Anal, Canine, Equine, Horse, Knot, M/M, Oral, Wolf, public sex

This is a little vignette (ie an uber-short ditty) I pecked out yesterday afternoon for fun. &nbsp;Nothing special - completely plot-driven fluff designed to get one dude's dick into another dude's ass. &nbsp;And yes, Downtown is an actual gaybar in Chicago. &nbsp;Enjoy.

~V.

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**Hunter&nbsp;**

**by**

**Vaille**

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You know that guy who has a knack for getting everything he wants? &nbsp;That's me. &nbsp;Now some say I'm out of touch; that I let it go to my head. &nbsp;Nah. &nbsp;Not in the least. &nbsp;Behind the bravado, swagger and large wads of cash, I'm really just an ordinary, down-to-earth wolf. &nbsp;Just so happens that I know how to play cards at the big boy's table, that's all. &nbsp;It got me my ride and a posh pad in one of those ritzy Goldcoast high-rises. &nbsp;It gets me tail. &nbsp;Find me a twink and I'll have him rockin' on tap in fifteen or less. &nbsp;Guaranteed. &nbsp;Don't hold it against me. &nbsp;It's always been this way.

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I was strolling down Michigan Avenue, scoping for my Friday-night lay, when a particular piece of ass caught my eye. &nbsp;It belonged to a well-built stud - a Clydesdale - and every bit a hick by the look of him. &nbsp;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. &nbsp;It was really quite comical. &nbsp;

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The big pony tugged at his chin whiskers as I padded up to him. &nbsp;He was cutie. &nbsp;Adorable, even. &nbsp;His fur was a mix of deep chestnut and brilliant ivory. &nbsp;Feathering puffed around his wrists and ankles. &nbsp;He wore tight blue jeans that amplified all the right bulges and hid the wrong ones. &nbsp;His shirt was a red and white button-down pocket-plaid. &nbsp;It looked perfect on him.

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_Holy fuck, you_ **so** _gotta bed this..._I thought to myself. &nbsp;My eyes flicked from the scruffy horsetail covering his tight rump. &nbsp;Our eyes met for the first time. &nbsp;"Hey man, lost? &nbsp;Need some directions?" &nbsp;Not the most original line, I know, but judging by his appearance, I wasn't exactly dealing with a gay-boi debutante, either. &nbsp;No reason to put more effort into this than was necessary. &nbsp;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.

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"Huh? &nbsp;Oh, hi. &nbsp;Yeah..." he started awkwardly in a whickering drawl. &nbsp;"I was lookin' for a place called 'Downtown'. &nbsp;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."

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"Downtown? &nbsp;The club?" I asked.

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The horse nodded. &nbsp;"Yup." &nbsp;

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Hope blossomed. &nbsp;A hint of smile slicked its way across my muzzle. &nbsp;"Eh, you're too far east, bro. &nbsp;Downtown's up on State Street, not Michigan Avenue. &nbsp;It's actually a really nice place, definitely swankier than the dives over on Halsted, that's for sure." &nbsp;

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"Halsted?" &nbsp;

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"You're not from around here, are you?" &nbsp;The question was rhetorical.

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The Clydesdale shook his head. &nbsp;"Nope. &nbsp;Is it that obvious?"

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My smile crept into a smirk. &nbsp;"Yeah, kinda. &nbsp;But that's not a bad thing," I said as I took him by the arm, guiding. &nbsp;"Not a bad thing at all. &nbsp;Now...you know about Downtown, right?"

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My piece of pony ass quirked his muzzle and glanced up, thinking. &nbsp;"Uh, a buddy of mine said it's a good place to relax and unwind. &nbsp;'Bout it." &nbsp;

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"You'll see when we get there," I said with a chuckle. &nbsp;"You meeting anyone there?"

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"Nah."

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"You are now. &nbsp;Lemme buy you a drink or three. &nbsp;Whadya say?"

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"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. &nbsp;He offered me his hand. &nbsp;"I'm Hunter, by the way."

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I took it into my paw and shook. &nbsp;"Terrance," I introduced. &nbsp;"It's a pleasure.

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"Likewise."&nbsp;

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As we walked, we chatted. &nbsp;I learned Hunter was in Chicago for the week from Nowhere, Nebraska for some shitty agri-con over at McCormick Place. &nbsp;He was 23, worked on a farm and was really into country music, particularly the crooning of some asshole named Trent Taylor. &nbsp;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. &nbsp;I'd bet on it.

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Between grunting the occasional "Yeah" and "Uh huh," my mind wandered. &nbsp;In my head, I held Hunter by the ears, guiding him slowly up and down on me. &nbsp;His warm, wet muzzle was wrapped firmly around my dick, sucking, while his soft, pink horse-tongue eagerly polished my knob. &nbsp;Equine fingers tickled my knot, danced across my balls. &nbsp;Oh, how it'd feel to cum in his mouth. &nbsp;Spurt after spurt, my heavy wolf-spunk trickling down that long throat in runny, gloppy wads...

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"...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. &nbsp;Talk about a complete travesty." &nbsp;Hunter was animated, talking with his hands. &nbsp;

"Yeah, sounds like it," I replied, tuning in. &nbsp;At this point, I had no idea what the hell he was carrying on about. &nbsp; Didn't care, either. &nbsp;A vague visual flashed through my head - my semen dripping from his chin. &nbsp;_Wonder what it's gonna look like dribbling from his tailhole?_ I thought through a grin. &nbsp;With a quick shuffle-step, I adjusted the stiffness in my pants. &nbsp;God, I needed to fuck... &nbsp;"It's right up here."

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We stopped under the black awning and snapping rainbow flags. &nbsp;An alleyway to the left. &nbsp;"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. &nbsp;Going inside or you wanna come with?"

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The big pony shrugged, smiled. &nbsp;"Sure, I'll join you."

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I lead the way through the alley. &nbsp;No sooner did we round the corner than the horse shoved me against the brick wall and plastered his muzzle against mine. &nbsp;His clumsy hands nimbly undid my fly and yanked my jeans and underwear down around my knees, exposing my hard-on. &nbsp;He palmed my balls and squeezed them. &nbsp;I yelped into his mouth. &nbsp;He broke the kiss. &nbsp;Licked my nose. &nbsp;My chin. &nbsp;Drew down my chest, nosing, breathing me in. &nbsp;My paws settled behind Hunter's ears as he dropped to his knees. &nbsp; Lips touched my dicktip. &nbsp;Slowly nibbled. &nbsp;Then he went down on me.

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Hunter had done this before, of that I had no doubt - the horse sucked cock like a pro. &nbsp;He bobbed and twisted, throated and hummed. &nbsp;His muzzle felt like velvet around my meat, his tongue like silk. &nbsp;I relaxed, pinned against the wall, and let him blow me. &nbsp;I didn't want to, but I came in his mouth. &nbsp;Couldn't help it. &nbsp;He was so fuckin' good. &nbsp;And the bitch swallowed it all. &nbsp;

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His mouth left my shaft with a parting kiss. &nbsp;I'm canine and multi-orgasmic. &nbsp;That little peck to the tip of my pecker set me off yet again. &nbsp;The first two shots went clear over his head while the third hit him between the eyes. &nbsp;My seed leaked from my dick, dripping thickly onto his nose. &nbsp;"Sorry..." I said breathlessly. &nbsp;"Couldn't help it."

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"Guess I'm just that good." &nbsp;A devious grin.

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"Oh fuck yeah, you got that right..."

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His hands went to his belt buckle, unfastening it and the button behind it. &nbsp;He pulled his zipper down. &nbsp;Thumbs hitched his belt loops. &nbsp;Tugged. &nbsp;His jeans cascaded to his hooves, followed by his briefs. &nbsp;The horse was hard and he was huge, his cock larger than any I'd ever seen before. &nbsp;His musk soaked the air. &nbsp;It was so strong I could almost taste it. &nbsp;Our eyes locked. &nbsp;I could smell my seed in his fur. &nbsp;My dick ached, my knot was swollen, my shaft felt like hot iron. &nbsp;Instinct took over.

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Pulling the horse to his hooves, I swung him to the wall. &nbsp;Instantly, I was on him, under his tail and pushing. &nbsp;He grunted and snorted as I tapped his ass, shoving myself in all the way to my knot. &nbsp;Our hips began to rock, balls began to sway. &nbsp;I pounded that pony, fucking him hard and fast, just the way a good dog should. &nbsp;

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Within a minute, I had Hunter moaning and squirming. &nbsp;I amped it up. &nbsp;Gave him a reach-around. &nbsp;I came in him and came again, but I resisted the urge to tie. &nbsp;The horses was hard as rock in my paw and leaking like a faucet. &nbsp;I used his juice to lube up his dick. &nbsp;It was hot and slick and smelled exquisite. &nbsp;I couldn't resist. &nbsp;I licked my paw. &nbsp;Tasted him. &nbsp;Salty and sweet. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;

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Hunter started riding my dick like a power-bottom. &nbsp;He'd buck into each thrust; clench when I withdrew. &nbsp;The horse was fucking me as much as I was screwing him. &nbsp;His dickhead flared. &nbsp;His body twitched. &nbsp;He snorted. &nbsp;A hoof stomped the ground. &nbsp;Hunter started to squat, pulling me down and under him. &nbsp;I could feel his hole stretching around my knot. &nbsp;The horse held it there. &nbsp;The pressure on my organ was incredible. &nbsp;With a grunt, snort, he jerked. &nbsp;My knot popped inside the horse's ass. &nbsp;At that instant, pony cock throbbed. &nbsp;The throb became a pulse. &nbsp;Then a spasm. &nbsp;In that alley, we erupted together, a geyser of horsecum painting the wall as my cock unloaded into his tight, used rear.

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After our climax, we settled down against the wall together, tied. &nbsp;I could feel myself dripping from him, onto my sheath, balls and thighs. &nbsp;

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"You know, I always get what I want," the horse drawled. &nbsp;"From the moment I saw you across the street from the convention center, I knew what I wanted to do. &nbsp;You."

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I laughed. &nbsp;"You're kidding, right?"

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"Nope. &nbsp;Know what else I want? &nbsp;You, with me, in Bartonville, Nebraska."

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"I dunno. &nbsp;I have a hunch the nightlife there sucks..."

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"What if every night came with a promise of sloppy horse sex?"

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"Then I guess we'll both get what we want," I said with a grin. &nbsp;My dick slid from his ass. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;

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