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This story is an original work of erotic fiction by myself David C. Bennett, aka Damion St. James. The characters herein are my own creation and are not intended to represent anyone living or dead. These characters are my own personal property and are not open to free use, my explicit consent must be given in order to use these characters

This story series contains the following:

Bare-Backing, Human-shaped penises, Creampies, Homosexual Sex, Nudity, Zoophilia, Body Piercings, Watersports and Piss play, Casual Sex, HIV, and other mature themes. If any of these offend you, please do not read. If you are underage, or not capable of consenting to reading this story, do not read it. Otherwise please enjoy.

Note: This series is the first randomly generated story series I've ever done, so it should make for some interesting scenes.

Further note: (This is a story of the Y-Series. The practices in this story are merely for the sexual gratification of the reader, and while I the author encourage barebacking, remember that bareback is risky as is sexual contact with someone HIV positive. The characters in this story are fully aware and consenting, and it's a good idea that you be too.)

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Bennettworks Proudly Presents...

A Y-Series production

The XXX Ranch

Starring...

Dee Dean - A Timber wolf top/switch

Stan Hicks - A Mouse bottom

Xaviar Cross - A Horse top/switch

Rob Rockwell - A Pit-bull switch

And Judd Green - An Otter bottom

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Episode 2: Right tool for the job

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While I was busy balls deep in little Stan Hicks, little did I know just across the ranch things were getting hot and heavy with a rather with my musclebound workers....

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Rob Rockwell, I could never forget that man and how he and Jud changed our lives. Aside from Pozing us all up (not that we cared) he was possibly the one here most gung-ho about this whole scene. No clothes needed, sex anytime anywhere...and free room and board for "working"; how could he not want to be a part of this lifestyle?

Rob got up early, as he had a lot of actual work to do. He had showered and rolled out of the house about an hour and a half before I did, strutting out into the field wearing nothing but his work boots and work gloves - otherwise as stark naked as the day he was born.

Rob was definitely a thing of beauty to see out in the fields dick flopping and covered in sweat under the noon-day sun, but it was only about sunrise today. For anyone looking at rob, they'd see an incredibly muscular Pit bull of white and chocolate brown. His pattern was well defined of the Rockwell family of Pit Bulls, suggesting that he was full blooded Pit Bull. Well his breeding certainly showed it, right down to his nice 9 inch length that hung between his legs. Like myself, he also had a Prince Albert, but unlike me, kept his foreskin. Rob had also decorated his navel and his nipples with rings, and had two studs in his right ear, giving him a rather lovely subtle hint of exoticness. He also had several sharp tribal tattoos that went down his arms, across his shoulders and upper chest and upper back, then some on his lower legs and all of which matched - having been done within weeks of one another.

Rob's perfect heart shaped rear was presented, as he worked on the engine of one of our old tractors we were planing on using for the harvest coming soon, and if he didn't get it fixed soon, that meant he'd have to spend less time having sex and more time performing repairs - and that was not something he was looking forward to.

Rob also had one important tattoo on his right butt cheek we all noticed, a bright orange and black tribal Bio hazard symbol. Rob got the tattoo shortly after he found out he was positive as a method to mark himself for those with watchful eyes in the gay community. Rob actually took the news of his contraction of the HIV virus well, and now that he doesn't have to worry about transferring it to people that don't want it he's been excited as ever he could think of in his life. Yeah it was risky, but we 5 were kind of a family and we were in this together. Everyone shared everything - including viruses if need be, that's how we all felt. A different and perhaps macabre form of love but it was a form of love nonetheless.

Rob's tail wagged as he worked. One hand turned the socket wrench that was tightening the particular part he was working on back into place, the other stroked his morning wood, like one would pet a dog or other loyal pet every so often; reminding it he was still there. He let out a moan, and looked down at his dick. It was rapidly swelling and growing hard, a bead of precum dripping out of his tip

"I know little fella, soon...soon as I get this last piece screwed in, we can go find ourselves some fun."

He spoke to his penis, as if it was a separate entity all together. Sometimes we thought it was weird, but if we were willing to have sex with one another, animals, and do piss and aids play we were hardly one to sweat something as little as that. Rob's hands however were skilled at more than just sex, as his hands worked on things, we knew they'd get fixed. During his first week there he had not only managed to fix my truck, but he had also managed to increase the performance of just about every appliance in the house - save the washing machine, that one still baffles us.

Rob stood up as the sun moved over his head, and over the horizon, and just as he finished with the last nut, he looked up to see another naked figure in the field, headed towards the barn. The sight of it made him fully hard, and throb in want. He hardly cared who it was, he could imagine a tight ass wrapped around his length that he could shoot his poz load into...or a cock he could switch up for for once...yeah that was the ticket...or both!

"Oh for the love of..." he said in frustration, pealing off his work glove, and rapidly jerking his cock. He grunted, not knowing if this would help at all, but perhaps a little bit of hand action would slow down his libido just long enough for him to properly finish up.

But, as he leaned against the machine, his soft left hand pounding his length much like a tight ass of a boi in a Castro District bathhouse, he knew it just wouldn't cut it. Like me, once he got a boner, only one thing would take care of his needs - sex. He put his glove back on, and pressed his length's skin against the cool metal of the outside of the tractor, and continued to work, grinding his cock against the hood like one would when they were trying to tease a lover into giving something up.

But his plan was working for the moment: the mild waves of pleasure he felt from the combined sensations of his near perpetual public nudity, and the lewdness of sporting a boner and grinding it against the hood of the very tractor he was working on was an interesting mix. But weather he found it interesting or not, he wasn't satisfied. Like me, he knew there was no escaping the Triple-X's range inevitable pull towards sex and satisfaction.

Rob finally finished, and rapidly removed his tools and work gloves, and slammed the hood shut. Climbing around, he sat on the soft bucket seat, and turned the engine over. When the engine roared to life, the nude pit bull gave a yelp of joy at the fruition of his labor. Now he wouldn't have to worry about the lousy tractor's needs anymore and he could work on his own. Turning his attention back towards where he'd thought he'd seen a figure walking towards the barn, he guessed now was probably the best time to go see whom had decided to enter his sexual radar, and perform a bit of "strategic infiltration."

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Xaviar Cross was quite possibly the most agreeable gay man I've ever met. The brown furred horse was incredibly sensible and delightfully well mannered. He was attentive to his duties, and still managed to get some hot fucks in from now and then. He was all around my favorite man to have around, mainly because he was like an equine version of my younger self. It was brilliant honestly.

Xaviar was carrying buckets of feed into the Barn and Stables in order to feed the more feral horses when he'd looked over to the field and saw the figure of Rob working on the tractor. He shook his head and laughed, knowing how Rob was. Rob was a predator through and through, and he was the gentle giant of the lot. Over 7 feet tall, and 300 pounds of muscle, and hung like a - well you get the idea. He wore nothing but a pair of black briefs. He was the brief lover of the lot and enjoyed wearing a little while he worked but knew that anytime anywhere sex could happen, hence the briefs. He could whip that monster of his out and skewer any one of us if he wanted, though we noticed more often than not it was his feral cousins that got the better end of the stick as it were when it came to who he fucked. Perhaps he just dug animals more than us.

If I had to describe him as anything for our human audiences, he reflected the personality of an African American, though more soft spoken and gentle than the average. Xaviar hardly really spoke at all, but not to say that he was simple either. Heavens no - he was bar far one of the smartest men I knew.

Anyway he maneuvered himself to the feed bags of his feral cousins, and began to load up the bags. "Alright, lets get you fed." he said as he poured the feed into the bag.

The horses nodded their heads in greetings. I kept 3 males and 3 females, separated of course. Fortunately they - like us - seemed to be blessed with the anytime anywhere attitude, which made for a lot of fun for Xaviar at times I could imagine. He went from each horse, one by one, and began to fill up their bags, stopping to give each one a friendly kiss before moving onto the next. When he was done, he folded his large musclebound arms and nodded in approval. The horses munched away, and he pulled over a chair to watch them eat, making sure nothing happened out of the ordinary.

Pulling out one of Stan's Legal pads he'd swiped from the office, he pulled a pencil off his ear, and made notes of his feeding, reaching between his legs and adjusting his length which seemed to sense the presence of his favorite focus of sex. A curse around here it'd seem, is our cocks seem to have minds of their own. After checking over the feeding schedule, he looked towards one of the females, and raised an eyebrow. "Hm...you're getting almost double the food intake...something I don't know?" he asked aloud, leaning back in the wooden chair, and rubbing his chin in thought.

It was about that time that Rob-in-boots, slipped his way into the barn, and moved behind Xaviar. Xaviar, leaning his neck over the back of the chair, saw the inverted image of his comrade approaching. "Hey Rob, you're up early." He spoke in his resonating baritone voice

As he approached, Rob's cock flopping around with his erection, Xaviar realized the pun he'd made and smirked to himself. "Yeah tell me about it. I haven't been able to get him to stay down at all. It's been like this since minute one."

Xaviar snickered and said. "You're always fucking hard, you and DD I swear." He said as he put his weight forward and stood up, adjusting the waistband on his briefs so they rode a bit higher. Rob stared and didn't make a hint to hide it. "So what has you working so early would be the more appropriate question"

Rob shrugged and took a step closer, placing his hands on the back of the chair Xaviar was just sitting in, and lifting his rear slightly, his tail wagging. "Working on the damn tractor. I started before sunrise and I just finished. Now it seems mini-me wants to go exploring since I got no more work to be done."

Xaviar placed his hands on his near naked hips, and allowed himself to revel in the sight of the nude Pit bull. It didn't take much for his length to harden inside his briefs, as Rob truly was an agreeable sight. He liked how he didn't require much more coaxing to erection than a casual glance. "Exploring eh? Sounds more like you're up for some good old fashioned fucking; that sounds more like it." He said with a smirk.

"I could definitely go for that." he said with a grunt, and walked forward, wrapping his arms around the taller and larger man's waist, and embracing him. Xaviar for a brief moment feigned uninterested, but then melted into the hug and embraced him.

"Of course you could. You're an old dirty pervert just like me." Xaviar said as he ran a hand over the canine's head, the canine yarfing in a cute little yap.

"Gaw...you always make me feel like a queen when you baby me." Rob said with slight embarrassment. He then ground their crotches together, feeling the increasing warmth there, and he gave a almost feline like mrowl. "So you thought about letting me poz you yet?"

Xaviar shook his head in amusement and said "Here ya go again. You know, just cause I said I'd let myself get poz as part of being here, dosent mean I have to let you do it. I could just let someone else you know."

Rob looked horrified and heartbroken all at the same time. "You...you promised! You can't let someone else give it to you...You said you trusted me!" he whimpered.

Xaviar, deciding to end the games, groped the pit bull's perfect ass, and smiled. "I know I know, god I swear I can't play joke on you to save my life. Yes for the love of god I'll let you poz me, but you know it's not one of those decisions I just make over night like weather or not to order pizza, get married, or refinance your roommate's car."

Once more rob looked mortified. "Refinance someone's car? You've done that on a whim before?"

Xaviar shook his head and said "Just fuck me you silly dog."

The delicious pit bull nodded, and moved his head to the attractive chest of his equine lover, and moved his mouth over the man's nipples. Rob's trademark deep illicit moan filled the barn as he moved his lips and tongue around the sensitive flesh. Xaviar grinned and leaned back just a little, rubbing the crotch of his undergarment avidly now, stoking the hardened flesh that was growing again inside of the brief.

Rob's hands went to Xaviar's hips, and massaged him, moving around back to the horse's toned buttocks and grabbing himself a feel. Soon he moved his fully nude body up the line of the other's, and moved his mouth to kiss Xaviar. Willing to oblige, Xaviar kissed the Pit bull back, now moving his hands to the canine's ass as well, griding their hard cocks together separated only by the thin membrane of cloth.

After near countless moments, the kiss was broken, and Rob smiled up at Xaviar, and said. "I want piss. I wanna piss all over you and get a fucking bath from you stud."

Xaviar rolled his eyes but smiled and said. "You sure?"

"Positive." he said, winking at the double joke.

Xaviar nodded, and pushed Rob back into the chair and sat him down. "I swear, you must have me do this to you at least twice a day." Xaviar said, turning sideways as he pulled his briefs down, and set them on a hook nearby. Xaviar's 14 inch monster hung down, a prodigious hood of foreskin rolled over his deep brownish black member. Rob licked his lips in anticipation, wanting that cock everywhere. He leaned back and stroked his own, teasing himself.

"Cause you're the only one that can make as much and as delicious piss as you do. DD's is hot but yours is like...like a gods or something." Rob said.

Xaviar shook his head and said "Oh can the act. You just love bathing in my piss and drinking it, that's all you got to say. Now if I'm letting you poz me up today, you owe me your ass sometime later, capiche?"

Rob simply nodded.

Xaviar then turned forward and leaned back, and relaxed his enormous bladder which hadn't been emptied yet. It didn't take long before he felt the urine flow through him, and he rolled the foreskin back on his member just in time to let a strong stream blast Rob's stomach. The yellow liquid was very warm, strong, and pungent, like beer you've let sit out for a while. Rob moaned in blissful extacy, and began to immediately wash the liquid into his fur.

"Fuck yeah...fuck yeah!" Rob elated.

Xaviar said nothing, but mentally agreed with the sight in front of him. Something about this musclebound hound subjugating himself before a stream of his urine, was getting him off. He moved the member down a few degrees, and hit the hound's cock perfectly on target. Rob responded with yet another loud groan, and stroking his soaking wet sausage. Rob loved how he could feel the stream rolling down his scrotum and thighs, and pool between his legs on the chair...not to mention the warm wet feeling on his dick.

Xaviar diligently soaked the overgrown pup's legs, and then proceeded to maneuver the stream upwards to his chest, taking a step forward. When a normal human would have ended his piss load long ago, Xaviar wasn't even halfway done, and both of them were grateful at times he could be such a productive person. The piss was now hitting Rob's upper chest and neck, and once more rob began to wash it into his fur, opening his mouth in combined invitation and a need to pant at his rising body temperature. Xaviar wasn't ready to piss in his mouth yet however.

Xaviar wanted every inch of Rob soaked before he gave rob the satisfaction of returning the favor and fucking him. He wanted to on some level humiliate him before allowing himself to be ravaged. He stepped around rob, and began to soak his back now, pushing rob forward so he could soak the Pit Bull's sweet ass. Rob let out a high pitched and almost girly moan as the piss washed over his tailhole and crack, and shivered with pleasure as he was forcefully sat back down only to have piss run down his back and the back of his neck.

Xaviar then angled the stream so it hit the top of Rob's head. Rob expertly leaned his neck back and held his breath and closed his eyes. The stream washed over his head and face, soaking one of the most important features on rob there was. The yellow tangy liquid ran across his cheeks down the bridge of his muzzle, both Xaviar and Rob careful not to get any up his nose. Xaivar swiftly stopped his urine stream long enough to moved back in front.

Taking a breif moment to examine Rob, not a single inch of Rob was untouched, his white fur stained yellow, and urine literally running in rivers down his body in places. "Open your mouth." Xaviar commanded. Rob without a seccond thought obeyed, before he felt a large cock slide into his muzzle. Xaviar slid a few inches of his length inside, and told Rob to prepare, which he did, before he let his stream go directly into the mouth of his canine companion.

Rob wrapped his lips around the flesh, and let his mouth fill to the brim with the bitter tangy fluid. With Xaviar's flow density, it wouldn't take him long until his cheeks burst from the pressure. He slowly began to suck on the cock in his mouth, letting the mouthful of piss and his own skills thrill the urinating Equine. The horse could do little more than groan, and continue to expend his supply of pee deep into the throat and mouth of Rob, and hope he had enough to really thrill him.

When the load was too much rob let some run out of his mouth, and the rest he began to swallow, still nursing on the cock in his mouth. He loved the feel of this big horse dick in his mouth, not to mention he also loved real horse dick - but that'd come later - perhaps.

Rob swallowed and swallowed, feeling his thirst in an act of what could only amount to paradox, increase and decrease at the same time. He thirst more for the liquid waste of his gentle giant lover, but at the same time his thirst was being quenched by the tart drink.

Soon, perhaps too soon, Xaviar's stream ebbed and ended, leaving his now fully hard dick buried in the throat of rob. Rob, savoring the last bit, washed the member in the piss before withdrawing it from his muzzle and swallowing with a satisfied sigh.

Xaviar then took Rob by the hands and stood the soaking wet Canine up, and Xaviar himself sat down in the hot seat as it were. Leaning out he took the dog's cock into his hand, and stroked the large sex organ in his hand with a moan. "Piss on me, then lets get this started."

"I got an idea..." Rob said as he wasted little time, taking aim, and staring his less powerful stream across the horse's chest. Unlike Rob, Xaviar didn't rub it into his fur, but he did however enjoy the soaking bath.

"Whats that."

"Well while I'm fucking you and pozing you up, I wanna see you fuck a horse."

Xaviar groaned and stroked himself as the stream washed all over him, Rob working faster at his soaking job because he knew he'd have to work harder at it. Xaviar nodded his head and took Rob's hot dick into his mouth, and began to suckle the gorgeous member, drinking down Rob's delicious and sweet urine right into his gullett.

Rob moaned at the returned pleasure, and began to thrust his needy peter in and out of the horse's mouth, making his lips smack, and some piss escape out of the sides. Rob smiled as he thought it was among the most hot sights he'd ever seen.

Xaviar swallowed for what felt like another thirty or forty five seconds, suckling on the dog cock and teasing the ring in the head as best he could, while he looked at the horses near by to decide which to fuck. He decided on Midnight, the large black stallion with the absolute best all around body and cock. He could slip his dick inside the rear of that horse with no difficulty, and he knew from experience Midnight would be up for some game today.

Rob finished up, and withdrew his cock. Xaviar, soaked as well as Rob, stood up and patted Rob on the ass. "Alright, now grab a crate, and move it behind mine, wait till I tell you to enter me okay? And you don't have to be too gentle, but use your judgment okay? I'm not as easy as Judd."

Rob waved it off and nodded. He found one of the special crates the put them both at the necessary height to perform this difficult sexual maneuver. When he came back, he found Xaviar kissing Midnight, wrapping up his lewd kiss and sliding back along the horses body to a preprepared large and tall crate.

He placed his crate behind Xaviar's and stood upon it. Xaviar soon slid up between them, and lifted the horse's tail. The leathery black hole of the horse puckered, as did Xaviar's, both eager with anticipation.

"Alright...just a seccond"

Xaviar rolled his foreskin back, and squirted a tiny jet of urine to use as lubricant. Stroking his length, he lined himself up with Midnight. The large feral horse bellowed a horse-like noise of want. Rob never figured out how Xaviar got the big horses to put-out like they were anthro's, but he didn't complain. He looked over Xaviar's shoulder as the long bareback uncut cock began to slide into the animal's hindquarters.

Xaviar was soon deep inside the horse's rear, and he could feel the sensitive flesh of his balls up against the skin of the thoroughbred. He could feel the incredibly powerful sensation of the horse's chute tugging at his 14 inch member almost like a throat. It was egging him on. The horse's ass was on fire, hotter than any anthro's ass he'd ever entered. The horse also was delightfully wet and slick, making things easier. When Xaviar was ready, he slowly began to hump into midnight, some greasy slurping noises coming from the sex and echoing off the walls.

Xaviar always did love his animals, dogs, and horses especially. He probably wouldn't have bothered with anthromorphs like him if it wasn't for ones that were just so sexy, like Rob for example. He adored Rob. Soon Xaviar was starting to hump at a more regular pace, knowing that the big beast was ready to accept the romance. Xaviar then lifted his tail and nodded to Rob.

Rob whom was entranced by the gratifying sight of Xaviar fucking the horse, had been masturbating a little. Still dripping wet with piss, the Pit Bull seized the welcome, and moved behind Xaviar. The wet, air pocket like sounds of sex rang out from Xaviar and midnight as he pressed his head to the offered hole. His own length, ring and all, slid into Xaviar with little difficulty. The Equine grunted, as he was still getting used to bottoming for anything other than a horse, but moaned as he felt the length crest inside of him. "Fuck...yeah."

Knowing full well this act would likely transmit his virus to the Equine in front of him, who was fully consenting and wanting, and willing, and eagerly fucking an animal right in front of him, he took to fucking immediately. Rob's cock sliding in and out, to Xaviar, was a unique experience that he could feel twinge all the way up his spine that he liked. Xaviar also was aware of the feeling of bare skin on skin, knowing the ramifications of what that meant, but not caring and wanting to proceed as the ring of Rob began to tease his prostate.

Xaviar concentrated on on fucking Midnight, rather than Rob's pleasure. It wasn't mainly due to practicality, rather than intimacy issues. It was easier for him to concentrate on his own fucking and let Rob have his way with him, than to worry about clenching or grinding at that moment in time. Midnight let out a whinny of pleasure and elation, his large horse dong slipping out of it's leathery sheath and hanging free to the wind, letting Xaviar know that his animal partner was indeed getting a thrill out of the interlude. Rob wrapped his arms around the chest of Xaviar, as Xaviar did to midnight, and did his best to work the three of them into a frenzy.

Rob's foreskin hood moved over his ring with each thrust, adding a twang of pleasure through his dick that he could hardly describe. He could feel the pleasure running down his legs like the urine on his body, pooling at his feet. Xaviar's steaming hot ass was everything he could have wanted wrapped around his prick, and he was going to enjoy every tantalizing second of it. Rob increased his speed, letting his scrotum slap the taint and balls of Xaviar, as if to remind him he was back there. Xaviar pushed back slightly on the prick buggering his rear, momentarily allowing his concentration to lapse onto Rob rather than midnight, as he didn't want to cum too early. Though he was getting close. Fucking horses always gave him a thrill.

Xaviar leaned forward and began to kiss and lick Midnight's back, getting a taste of his feral equine lover. Rob decided to follow suit, licking Xaviar's urine soaked back. It tasted sweet and tangy, and he absolutely loved it. Rob pressed his body forward into a tighter hug, so that he could fuck deeper. Rob enjoyed the full body hug, hugging his form against Xaviars and letting his hands scritch and kneed the pectorals and chiseled abs he possessed. He felt so good inside of Xaviar, like he could feel himself melding into him. Xaviar on the otherhand had a less spritual feeling and a more practical feeling of just how much he was digging this. His hairy black horse tail wagged against Rob's side, and his own black hole clenched down hard on Rob, attempting to milk him like Midnight's throat like chute was doing to his own.

"Oh god yeah do that some more!" Rob bellowed.

"Alright, but I'm getting close!" Xaviar responded. Keeping his thrusts to a minimum, now letting Midnight's own tugging motions at his cock please his front, he concentrated on clenching on Rob. He could feel the 9 inch member rocking in and out, hitting that special spot, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm with each and every stroke. He could hear cheesy techno music playing in his head as he looked over his shoulder to watch the sight of himself being fucked raw by Rob. It was a sight to behold: Rob the canine Adonis, vision of beauty, thrusting his hips back and forth, and filling him up to his sweet spot with each and every pump. Rob was gritting his teeth, now placing his hands on Xaviar's shoulders and pulling with an upward angle for each thrust. His thrusts were becoming more and more powerful, a need to procreate on a feral level dominating Rob's consciousness. Sure it was silly to think he could actually breed another male, but his body was screaming "Breed! Impregnate! Do anything to insure the next generation!". His length sent painfully pleasurable throbs that he could feel all the way up to his sternum through his form, his body nearly becoming wracked with an intractable delight. Rob let out some rather curious gasps as if he was having trouble breathing, but Xaviar knew better. That was the sound one makes when they're rapidly climbing the steps of the ladder of pleasure.

"I wanna fucking nut in you." Rob said through gritted teeth.

"Then do so, poz me up mother fucker." Xaviar countered, now refocused in his own need. That little heterosexual gene inside of him acting like a jockey on his back whipping his ass for more speed. Xaviar pushed himself upright and gripped the haughty flanks of Midnight, and began to drill his foot plus long uncut shaft into the dark valley that was Midnight's ass. More wet sloppy noises came from both ends, as the copious amount of pre both men had created had started to drip down the cracks of each horse.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" Rob said.

"Me too!"

And they were right. They couldn't stop the inferno of delight that was devouring their very libido, and sending them past the point of no return. Both men reached a fever pitch, and began rabbiting one another, driving their cocks with such speed and ferocity a casual observer like myself might have thought that the intimacy was lost and all that was left was the need. The need to sew seed.

Xaviar felt it first, and like an M-80 going off inside of his loins, he began to cum "Oh fuck I'm cumming!" he cried out. Next followed a long series of moans, as cum began to dump into the rear of Midnight who didn't mind in the slightest. A gallon of his ripe seed would jet in and out of the hole, the excess already beginning to spurt out the sides of the near airtight sphincter and splash his front and run down their legs. The sight of his cum smeared pecker was enough to make his head spin with the vertigo of orgasam.

Rob watched and wrapped his arms around Xaviar, and lifted one leg in a near throwback to his own feral cousins. "Here it is! I'm pozing you up!" He screamed. Secconds later, like a cannon firing off rounds, he felt his whole length withdraw into himself and fire off a salvo of semen. Xaviar's eyes dilated at the feeling of nut juice squirting into his behind, his mind reminding him it was a tainted load. That just made the searing hot wet sensation of the quart of semen beginning to be deposited into his butt feel all that much more worth while.

The pair continued humping, dumping their loads would take a minute, as like the rest of us here, we are big ejaculators - almost to the degree some people feel to be unrealistic - what can we say we're talented. Most of the semen was successfully deposited in the other's body; Rob's tainted load pooling inside of Xaviar's stomach, and Xaviar's doing the same inside of Midnight's. The rest was running down Xaviar's legs from front and back, pooling around all 3 of them. He grunted and sighed, regretfully withdrawing from Midnight, and shooting the rest over the horse's flanks. Rob returned the favor and withdrew, and shot all over Xaviar's ass and back. He grinned at his handiwork.

It took both men from start of orgasm to last drops, about 5 minutes of nonstop ejaculation. They didn't complain. Rob sat down on his crate, as Xaviar sat down on his, leaning up to munch on the horse's ass he just filled with crème.

"Oh fuck yeah...that was some sweet ass shit...thank you Xaviar." Rob said.

"Anytime hun anytime." He said as he leaned down to mouth at Midnight's large succulent orbs.

Rob watched in awe, and felt himself harden again in no time. He groaned and leaned back in the legitimately large semen puddle the trio had formed on the crates, and started to wank himself again. "Fuck I just came for 5 minutes and I'm ready to go again."

"Again? Well I got an idea. You feel like bottoming?" Xaviar asked as he stood up, and showed that he had never lost his erection, despite it being covered in thick gooey semen.

"For?" Rob asked in erotic curiousity.

"Me. I got an idea. See, Midnight hasn't cum yet, and way I figure it, you don't have a load up your ass either. So I take Midnight in my ass, and you take me in yours."

Rob's eyes widened and he sat forward. "Holy shit, you can really take a horse up your ass? I thought you were strictly top with animals, that's all I ever see you do."

Xaviar grinned and smacked the cum coated rear end of midnight, and rubbed some of the semen intimately into the sexy beast's fur, reaching under and stroking the large semi hard dick that was most definitely offered. "One, you guys don't see everything that goes on around here, and two I actually bottom for animals more often than I bottom for anthro's."

"Any particular reason?" Rob asked, standing up and snugging Xaviar, pressing his urine/semen soaked torso against Xaviar's equally fluid covered body.

"I love the feeling of just being done like an animal. It's an incredible sensation, feels huge in you, and it truly makes you feel like a submissive bottom when they don't care what you are they just fuck you like the bitch you're making yourself out to be."

Rob had never thought of it that way, but the idea did sound hot to him. He'd have to try it another time.

"Alright, lets get this started."

"First, how about we wash off with another golden shower, courtesy of Midnight?" He said, as he grabbed a blanket off the wall and rolled it out underneath the horse. Rob once more pulled a face, as it was getting more and more erotic by the second and harder for him to grasp just how naughty this was getting.

"Wait, he can piss on command?" Rob asked.

"Yep. I trained them all. I pinch a certain point on their body, and they can go #1 or #2 if I need them cleaned out or I feel like taking a piss bath. If you thought I could piss forever, you should see Midnight here, he hasn't gone in a day or two."

Rob nodded and knelt down, symbolizing his obedience and want. Xaviar followed and instructed rob to sit on his ass, but lean back. "The stream is going to be pretty strong, and the so is the flavor. Remember to be careful and such."

Rob nodded and said "Lets do this." With a grin. Rob leaned out and took Xaviar's cum covered cock into his hand and began to stroke it slowly, guiding Xaviar's hand to do the same. Xaviar started to stroke back, working his lover's dick with a soft but assured pace. Both were still sensitive, so they took it gentle. Reaching up and finding the horse's special spot, a spot between his sheath and underbelly, and pinched.

Midnight gave another whinny and stamped his feet, as he adjusted himself. Rob was monetarily startled, but was relieved when the feral horse's dick jumped, and like a garden hose began to spray urine over them both.

Rob's mouth opened in a moan, and he reached for the prick, guiding the stream to his mouth, wanting to taste. The taste caught him off guard, like the flavor of unsweetened cider, but he loved it, gulping down as much as he could, before guiding the stream to Xaviar's mouth. Xaviar closed his eyes and drank, gulping it all down as hot as he could manage, moaning softly, and stroking Rob.

Rob guided the stream then back and forth between them both, the strong jet of urine splashing them in their chests, and washing away the semen that had previously caked their fronts. It was hotter than Rob had anticipated, but just about what both had hoped for. Xaviar pulled in for a kiss, their lips meeting, as they swapped loads of urine both had held inside of their muzzle, before swallowing and continuing their blissful tongue dance. The stream now hit them on their bellies, being directed back and forth, until it hit their cocks. That in itself was a thrill, sending a seizure of pleasure through both males.

After the kiss was broken they laid flat, and actually concentrated on washing one another. Their hands roamed one another's bodies, the stream as Xaviar predicted going on for much longer than most would have thought possible. Rob smiled as he was enjoying this, the blanket beneath them getting thoroughly soaked.

Xaviar seized the opportunity and crawled atop Rob, the stream now washing over his back. The pair playfully rolled around, letting the urine stream wash their backs and sides, until Xaviar was back on top, with his tail lifted. Midnight's stream ended slowly, and took the signal, stepping forward a few steps. The cock laid partially across Xaviar's back, and he groaned, closing his eyes. Xaviar adjusted himself, and without hardly any preparation, lined himself up with Rob, and pushed inside. The urine acted like perfect lube. Rob cried out in momentary discomfort "Oh god!" but wrapped himself around Xaviar as Xaviar couldn't finesse this too much, because Midnight wasn't going to be gentle at all.

"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! God you're huge!" Rob whimpered, his ass like a vice around Xaviar's prick. The Equine just smirked, and then made his own adjustments. Rob writhed as Xaviar's length shifted around inside of him. Xaviar worked his back and pressed his tail hole against the head of Midnight's long thick horse meat. The horse began to step forward again, sliding it's length into Xaviar's already loosened tail hole, full of Rob's poz load. Xaviar bellowed and cried out in his own momentary discomfort, as the huge meat was impaled into him.

"Holy fuck it's working!" Rob said, licking some of the dripping urine off Xaviar's face and stroking his now rock hard erection. "Fuck me!"

Xaviar knew that this wouldn't last long for any of them, but he'd try to drag it out for as long as he could. Xaviar gripped the blanket underneath him, and thrust as best he could, the powerful and insanely deep pumps of the feral horse, meant for a body twice his size, could feel the prodigious log almost inside his gut. The horse's length was causing his stomach and abs to bulge out with the enormous girth of the feral being above him.

Rob stroked himself and worked his hole on Xaviar's lovely meat, holding it with his insides and milking it every bit of gusto he could formulate. Rob closed his eyes and basked in the knowledge that he was doing one of the most sordid things imaginable and was enjoying every second of it. He could feel the power, the raw lustful power of Midnight pouring through Xaviar's anthro body and in turn into him, charging them for what would be the grand finale of their sexual firework display. He reached up into Xaviar's mane and grabbed himself a handful of his jet black hair, pulling the horse down into a seedy kiss, and holding him there so that he might feel the orgasm pour right into his muzzle.

Xaviar relaxed, and let Midnight have his way, knowing all it would take was for the bigger more feral male above him to blow his load and he would in turn. The flare of midnight was stretching him so wide and so open inside he wondered if he'd ever be able to get the cock out again. It was like back when he'd do fisting and someone would practically grab a hold of his guts from the inside and try to pull them out. The sensations were beyond his comprehension and it was causing his mind to reel with the waves of satisfaction.

Rob rapidly jerked his sloppy cock, the wet smacking sounds a rapid series of percussions that mingled with the more dull and wet bass sounds of the horses humping. Rob, like Xaviar, felt the man's tremendous prick buried inside his ass, and for one of the rare moments of his life actually felt full and complete. Here on this urine soaked blanket, under a musclebound ranch-hand, with a cock buried up his ass and underneath the very horse that was slamming it's way into his lover...Rob found a bit of peace. He wasn't even aware he was cumming again...nor did he care. His mind faded, just as his body broke from the pleasure.

Midnight was next. Like a leviathan blasting it's water deep within his bowels, Midnight came deep inside of Xaviar. Xaviar felt the glass pane of his spirit and mind shatter, as he was also brought to orgasm, a sweeping blackness creeping over him and flooding his body like the sex fluids of his feral cousin.

"Oh fuck...." Was all he managed to say, and all Rob managed to hear, before both passed out from the pleasure....

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To be Continued...

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