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The following story is a work of fiction. It depicts M/M/M sexual acts. All characters are at or beyond the age of consent for such acts. If you are not yet at the age of majority, it is YOUR responsibility to stop reading. If you object to gay sex acts, then you would be foolish to continue reading.

Matt and Royal George are copyright to Exveefan, their player. Chet is copyright to me. Please do not use the characters without express written permission from the owners. That is all. Now that all the disclaimer BS is out of the way, let's get to the yiff!

Don't Look a Gift Horse in the ...

It had been over four months since his victory at the World's Strongest Fur competition with the new rules. George had continued his strenuous training routine as usual. He also continued to host gorgeous mares and other female furs who were daring enough to be with a big, strong stallion. However, for all this glory and attention, George felt lost. He sat at the breakfast table one morning after what most stallions would consider an unimaginable night of wild, lust-filled, sex with three mares and a very talented wolf femme. Being the virile stallion that he was, none of the mares or the wolf femme could even think of moving until late the next afternoon. They were all still sleeping upstairs in the bedroom. George just sat, alone, with his head in his hands, more confused than ever.

"What the hell is wrong with me? I haven't been the same since the contest. One lasting image keeps coming back into my head." George slowly shook his head, symbolically trying to get the image out of his mind. He looked over to the fridge and saw the phone number posted there. Should he call?

George looked over at his phone and nickered softly to himself. Soft hoofsteps clip-clopped on the thick wooden floor boards upstairs. They were followed by a few others. He grinned to himself and looked at the clock. It was nearly 11 a.m.

By early afternoon, the ladies had made their way out the door, and George was once again left alone. He closed his eyes and instantly there was the haunting image. He clearly saw Chet lifting that dragon up with ease, then suckling on the dragon's erection. The pure pleasure that the stallion felt in doing that was so clearly evident. Chet's ears relaxed to the side, nostrils flared as he buried his nose into the dragon's groin. Then his cheeks flared a little bit wider, presumably being filled with the dragon's spunk.

George saw none of his original reaction from that first sight. Instead, he started to moan softly while playing the entire scene back yet again. He opened his eyes and looked down. He was now almost fully erect. That reaction had now become the norm for him, every time he played that scene in his mind. He snorted softly. Then he shook his head wildly, once again trying to throw the image from inside. He looked at the phone number once again. He frowned and tried thinking about the mares and the wolf he had last night. His erection began to subside.

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"There he is! There's the uncrowned world's strongest horse!" Matt got out of his car and playfully flew from the car up to the barn behind Chet's home. Chet blushed and shuffled his hoof shyly as he heard the proclamation. He turned around and snorted softly at Matt.

"Oh don't be so silly. You were there. You saw I didn't beat George. Therefore, I'm not world's strongest horse."

"Yep, I was there. There were thousands of furs who saw you. Sure you didn't win, but you stole the show, big guy." Matt grinned. He enjoyed teasing the big stallion, but at the same time he knew when to end the game. He could tell that Chet was fine with this little bit of teasing ... so far at least.

"Well, I've moved on past that event. And I'm sure George has moved on with his training. Maybe he'll get even stronger for next year. In fact, that would be quite flattering if he was so inspired by our little contest together. I wonder if it's even possible for him to get any stronger than he already is. He's incredible!" Chet started getting all dreamy-eyed. He'd reverted to idolizing the big stallion once again. He'd pretty much convinced himself that he hadn't overmatched the big Clydesdale so easily. In Chet's mind, he was a 'regular' horse. George was a super star.

"What's on the agenda for today, Chet?"

"Well, it's a pretty light day. Just watch the hay grow I guess. Do you want some lemonade?"

Matt licked his dry lips and nodded. "That would be delightful. It's pretty hot out here."

Matt fluttered his wings and alighted to the air, moving over to Chet's shoulders, then sat on top, straddling the big stallion's neck. Chet grinned and whinnied, flicking his tail and popping up into a steady trot back to the house. As they both arrived at the kitchen door, Matt let go, and fluttered back to the ground. Chet squealed as he heard the phone ringing.

"Hello?" He heard nothing except a soft hiss of air. No one spoke. He repeated. No response. He spoke once more, and was about to hang up the receiver when he heard someone.

"H .... Hello. Chet?"

"Yes, this is Chet. Who's this?"

"It's George. Do you remember?" The stallion's voice was hesitant. Chet could almost hear the shaking in his voice.

"George? Wow, this is unbelievable. I can't believe you're calling me. I'm so honored. How are you doing?" Chet was almost tripping over his own words with excitement. He'd virtually convinced himself that George wouldn't even bother remembering the contest.

"Well, to tell the truth, I'm not doing so hot. Do you think we could get together and talk?"

Chet nodded softly. He was just so stunned by the question that he forgot George couldn't see his answer.

"Chet? Could we get together and talk?" George repeated the question even more timidly than before.

"A ... Absolutely. Do you want to come here to my farm? It's pretty quiet out here. I'm getting the impression you want something pretty private so we can talk."

"That sounds good. Where are you?" Chet gave George the directions to the farm. George promised that he'd be over in half an hour.

Chet hung up the phone and looked over at Matt. He'd only heard half the conversation, but it was easy enough to piece the whole thing together. They both sat quietly and drank their lemonade.

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A large car with dark tinted glass pulled up to the farmhouse. George stepped from the car and came up to the house. Chet excitedly barged out of the back door from the kitchen, running at George. He saw the smaller stallion charging at him and braced for collision. They both collided like two huge trucks, but it was Chet that wrapped his arms around the big Clydesdale, actually lifting him off the ground.

"Whoa, big fella. Ain't nobody ever lifted me off the ground before. That's a weird feeling!"

Instantly, Chet blushed at his foolish exuberance and set the big horse back down. He backed up a little bit and just politely shook hands. George managed a little smile back.

"What brings you down here then, George. Do you want some lemonade? Matt and I were just having a cool drink." Chet gestured over toward Matt, who was quietly ogling the massive Clydesdale from the corner of the house. Fortunately, he had just licked his lips and cleaned up the little bit of saliva from his drooling.

George nodded slowly and followed Chet back to the kitchen. Chet poured for everyone and they all sat quietly. Chet's ears perked, but he just gave George some space to come to whatever he wanted to talk about.

"Things are pretty slow around here this time of season, though." Chet broke the silence in the room by trying to offer something to talk about.

"Chet, I ..." George broke off hesitantly. Chet's ears once again perked forward.

"I ... I just don't know what's going on, man. I mean, I'm a stallion, as are you. I've had my share of mares. Hell, I've had more than my share since becoming world's strongest fur. Things just haven't been the same since the last contest. I have only had one image burned into my brain. The first time I saw the scene, I was revolted. Now, it's truly hot." George blushed deeply with that revelation. He'd not even said that out loud to himself.

"What image are you talking about, George?" Matt curiously enquired.

"You and Chet ... together. That time when I busted into the room and saw you both ... you know..." George's ears folded.

"I'm still kinda confused though George. I mean, you found out at that time that we're both gay. The fact apparently turned your stomach at the time. I wish it never happened. I mean, it's supposed to be something kept in private of course. I should have locked the door. Why are you bringing ..." It was Chet's turn to break off in mid-sentence now. It suddenly dawned on him why George was here.

"Why am I bringing it up now? Because I need to have some kind of advice. I can't talk to my manager. I can't talk to the random mares that I yiff. Quite simply, there is no one else I can turn to."

"What kind of advice?"

"What the hell is going on with me? I'm straight, but when I think about what you guys were doing, all I can think of is how much pleasure there was. It was so simple, so easy. I don't know what the hell to do." George snorted a mix of anger and desperation.

"Do you .... Do you want to see what it's like, George? I mean, then you really find out whether it actually IS you." Chet suggested this while he blushed deeply. He didn't want to offend his idol.

George's ears perked up and then he stood up. Chet almost cowered nervously. Instead of being aggressive, George lifted Chet out of his chair and hugged him tightly. Chet grunted with the strong embrace, but nickered softly, thankful that George wasn't offended.

"So I guess that's a yes, big guy."

Matt squealed happily and joined into the hug. George looked down at the little dragon and then smiled at him. He held Chet in one arm and reached down to lift Matt up to his head level.

"That's a yes ... little guy." Chet's ears perked. Matt chuckled.

"He calls me "little guy". I never imagined that someone else could ever call him 'little guy'."

"Well, he's smaller physically. At least in body. I haven't seen what else he's got. But even though he doesn't have the actual title, we all know who the actual strongest horse is." Chet blushed deeply again, and finally George set them both back down.

"So how do we start?" Matt was genuinely curious.

Chet grinned and wrapped his hands around George's head, slowly pulling it closer to his muzzle. Their lips met. Chet's ears folded softly to the side. George's ears perked directly forward, showing his initial surprise. After feeling the smaller stallion's warm, thick, soft lips against his own, George submitted, closing his eyes and murrrrring softly. His ears folded too. His arms came up and wrapped around Chet, pulling their bodies together. George slowly stroked Chet's muscular back as they continued to kiss. Their lips slid slowly against each other's.

Matt stood at the side and clearly saw the thick bulges form in both stallions' shorts. He grinned and fluttered his wings at the sight. Still the two stallions kissed with a growing passion.

Chet broke the kiss first and licked his lips. He hurrrr hurrred soft and deep, lowering his muzzle a little and playfully nipped at George's muscle shirt. The fabric pulled up and then snapped back in place over the thick muscle.

"How did that feel, stud?"

George thought for a second and then nodded. "It felt ... right. Gods, you're a good kisser."

Chet blushed deeply at that comment. He looked over at Matt who was desperate to take part.

"Hey Matt, what do you say you help this big stallion get more comfortable?" Matt squealed and came over. With ease, he gripped George's belt, and stripped off the shorts, finally revealing the growing bulge hidden behind. George smiled as his arousal was revealed. Being a Clydesdale, he was the definition of stud stallion. He was still only half-way aroused, but that was just from a simple kiss. Matt looked up and gave his best puppy-dog eyes, asking to touch George's length.

George looked down at the cute puppy-dog expression. He reached down with his hands and petted Matt's hair softly, nodding. Then he looked up and saw Chester taking off his own shorts. The denim fabric literally peeled off the thick, rock hard muscle, revealing a sizable bulge too. George softly hurrrred to himself and watched intently. The view alone was making his erection grow slowly. Matt's hands were also doing their job.

Matt started to purr softly. George's erection continued to grow slowly, steadily in the dragon's hands. Chet pulled up his shirt and it stretched over the chiseled muscles on his body. He heard George chuff and snort with a growing lust. He turned and saw George's erection nearly reaching up to his massive chest. Chet's eyes widened as he squealed in surprise.

"MURRRR, Aren't you a true stallion!?" Chet grinned and swished his tail playfully, walking over slowly. Each step made the muscles on his body ripple with incredible definition."

"Gods, Chet! How did you ever get so ripped?"

Chet grinned and put one arm up over and behind his head, flexing so that his oblique muscles rippled and hardened even more. He lifted his other arm out to the side and flexed into a biceps pose. The muscles of his arms showed a clear split between the two heads of muscle, veins stretching the already tight skin to their max. Chet's abs rolled and then formed the shredded cobbled mounds of muscle. He nickered back to the big stallion, and watched as George's erection grew to full mast.

Matt looked up at the literally towering length of horsecock. He purred and licked at the whole length, making George whinny softly at the pleasure. He reached down and petted the blue dragon tenderly.

Chet came up beside George, stroking the big stallion's chest slowly, once again kissing at his neck. "I know that my sexy dragon enjoys my muscles. What do you think of them, big guy?"

George looked back and then surveyed the muscular landscape of the smaller stallion. He murrrred deeply as the muscles rippled and bulged with impossible clarity all over the horse's body.

"Like I said, Chet. You have an awesome body. I never really stopped to look at the bodybuilder-type physique before. But your strength made me really take notice." While Matt continued to lick at George's stallionhood passionately, Chet reached down and took one of his hands, guiding it to his chiseled abs. He held the hand close to the muscles, then flexed, giving the huge stallion a sensation of the muscles flexing hard. The muscle ridges moved effortlessly under George's strong hand. He moaned at the feeling.

"Impossible. It's so hard. It's so gorgeous." George moaned again.

Matt pulled the rock hard stallion cock down slowly in his hands, and tried desperately to wrap his lips around the unflared head. He did so and eagerly tasted the precum flowing steadily now. George hurrred softly, getting lost in the passion between the three. Chet moved George's hand next to his pulsing bulge. He grunted softly as the length straightened, ripping through the tight shorts, freeing itself to grow in George's hands. The big stallion whinnied as he gripped Chet's thick length in his hand, stroking it slowly. Chet nickered and then nipped firmly at George's thick shoulder.

"You've always been the stallion, haven't you, George? What would you like to do now? You wanna take, or be taken?" Chet looked at George, breaking the silence.

George looked down at Matt who was hungrily devouring his thick length with impressive ability. He grunted at the building lust. Then he looked down at Chet's incredible length, nearly rivaling his own. He could just lick his lips and imagine what that would feel like.

"Oh my god, Chet. You're a real stallion! You sure you don't have some Clydesdale in you?"

"I wouldn't mind one in me, but the question is do you want some Morgan/Quarterhorse in you, or do you want to put some Clydesdale in me?" Chet nickered playfully.

Matt was oblivious to the debate going on. He was just concentrating totally on trying to make the massive Clydesdale cum. George looked down and grinned, knowing that Matt was going to do just that, very soon.

"I want to have some Morgan in me." George blushed and looked down once again at Chet's length admiringly.

Chet nodded and moved in behind the massive stallion, putting his hands on George's back. He sniffed at the stallion's rump and blew firmly through his nose. That sensual blast of warm air made George squeal in surprise. His tail lifted instantly as reflex. He looked back over his shoulder. Chet saw George's hips pump slightly as he began thrusting against Matt's hungry muzzle. The dragon showed amazing talent at taking the massive Clydesdale.

Chet stood back up and pressed his hips against George. The now-full length of his stallionhood slid half way up George's massive back. The big stallion felt that thick length, and he moaned desperately. Chet pressed their two bodies tighter together. George felt Chet's rock hard muscles press tightly against his bulk. Then he felt Chet's blunt front teeth nip firmly at his neck. George instantly submitted to the smaller stallion.

"Yes ... please" George pleaded. He felt Chet's hips pull back. The length of thick horsecock then began probing at George's rump. It finally found the tight ring and suddenly George felt a blast of thick, hot precum coat the tight ring muscles, then an intense pressure.

"Relax George. You have to relax, or this is going to get very painful. I know you will be super tight." Chet nipped harder at the big stallion's neck then, making him start to relax. Suddenly, Chet's powerful hips pulled back and then thrust with a quick burst of strength. He whinnied loudly as he felt that super tight ring muscle grip at his rock hard erection. George gasped at the intense pain. His hips pumped forward and fed Matt more of his incredible length. Matt blushed as he worked the length down his throat.

George squirmed slightly, trying to relax his pucker. Chet just held steady and waited until he felt George's muscles relax. After nearly a minute, the muscles finally started to loosen. Chet licked at George's neck tenderly, stroking the big stallion's shoulders.

"This is ... so ... hot. You're both incredible!" George chuffed nearly out of breath with lust.

"Imagine how strong we both are, stud. How much of a true stallion does it take to be this passionate, with this much power?"

George instantly thought about that and hurrrrred deeply. His rump muscles tightened and literally pulled Chet's length deeper inside. Chet moaned at that feeling. No other mate he'd ever had was able to do that to him before, but this was the strongest horse in the world.

George bucked his hips twice and sent a torrent of thick seed into Matt's hungry muzzle, almost without warning. He reached down and stroked Matt's hair affectionately. He felt Matt's orgasm shoot hard against his leg at the same time. Matt pulled off quickly after having far too much of the huge horse's cream. The rest of George's orgasm shot directly over Matt's chest, abs and legs, literally painting the blue dragon more white than blue. George grinned, but then blushed at the quickness of his orgasm.

Chet felt the muscles of George's rump clench as he came. He managed to hold off his own orgasm despite the tight clenching against his rock hard cock. He pulled back with his powerful hips slowly, making George feel every solid, thick inch of the shaft, the flare deep inside pulling at the walls of the tight tunnel. George moaned passionately as the feeling overtook him. His own incredible orgasm finally slowed until nothing shot from his flare, his cock softened and hung there only semi hard.

Chet whispered to the big Clydesdale. George heard the comment and instantly lowered his ears shyly. Chet grunted softly then thrust his hips powerfully, showing the big Clydesdale some true horsepower. That thrust literally lifted George's hooves off the ground. Chet held the big Clydesdale in his arms, as the massive stallion sank deeper onto Chet's thick, rock solid cock. Both stallions whinnied at the lust and then moaned together with the feeling of being one. George had never felt such power, such lust, such intense passion. Chet had never been with someone so powerful either.

When George finally sank down fully on Chet's length, the smaller stallion pumped his powerful hips twice, and sent a torrent of thick cream gushing deep inside the stallion he idolized. George gasped feeling the blast deep inside, closing his eyes wanting the pleasure to last.

Chet nibbled passionately on George's neck, while Matt sat in awe at the two stallions still mating. He cleaned himself off and purred softly to himself the whole time. George was then lifted off Chet's softening length. His tight rump muscles had been stretched to their limit so there was a massive flood of spunk that gushed from the big Clydesdale's rump. Chet blushed at how much there was.

"You're such a hot stallion. I've never produced so much before."

George simply spun around and wrapped his massive arms around Chet's body. Chet blushed. George looked over at Matt, who was now content at cleaning himself off. George pulled the cute dragon into the passionate embrace.

"Does that answer a few questions for you, big guy?" Chet asked honestly.

"I think it answers a lot of questions for me, ... little guy." George finally smiled happily and looked into Chet's eyes with gratitude. A huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He could relax now that so many things had been solved for him.