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Hehhey, and welcome to Gruffy's 2012 Halloween Special! In the spirit of the holiday, I've decided to write something appropriate for the occasion, so let's hope that this sets you in the mood! Really my first time writing something like this, so I hope that you'll enjoy the read, and tell me what you thought about it!

Have a nice read, and a spooky Halloween, wherever you live!

Cheers!

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The old car came to a screeching halt, only a few yards away from the once staggering figure, who now stood tall in the middle of the empty road, eyes huge as platters and with the grace of appearing like the proverbial deer. The headlights kept on shining into the vibrant air, not too cold yet, not warm enough to feel like summer either, and the sky was quiet, with rain only but proposed.

The lone figure on the road blinked, his eyes now squinting as the headlights bore down on him relentlessly, preventing him from seeing anything but their steady glow. The car's rumble lessened into softness that was in direct opposition to the earlier noise of the worn brakes working to prevent the creation of the world's first airborne stallion. Only a few yards of tarmac separated his unbusted kneecaps from the chrome of the car, a realization which brought a victorious nicker from the now bleary-eyed horse.

"Whoah."

The door on the driver's side opened, and the horse could the shifting of a body, as someone stood up and remained standing behind the open door, paws apparently resting on its top. It was difficult to make out anything, not from this angle, with the lights bearing on him. When the voice spoke, it seemed to be coming from behind the light, far away.

"Hello there!"

Now the horse's ears flicked up and down curiously. The voice was slightly shrill, an indication of a feline twang, the stallion contemplated dully, and scratched his belly, out of a nervous need to have something to do with his hands now that his body was filled with the dizzying combination of the alcohol in his blood, with a fresh dose of adrenaline to go with that. He almost felt like clip-clopping out of sheer joy. He was alive and well. That was beautiful.

"That was a close call!" the voice spoke once the horse forgot to answer to his greeting.

His ears flapped and he squinted again, trying to see more of the stranger speaking from beyond the veil of light, and decided to smile, for good effect. He had nice teeth, the girls at the bar had told him. Nice arms, too. They'd even felt them up a bit and smiled and played hard to get.

Too hard in the end.

Fuck it.

"Uhhhmmmmmm yeah..." the horse snorted. "Dunno what happened..."

"I think you are walking in the middle of the road, that is what happened," the same almost purring voice returned into his ears.

The stallion glanced over his shoulder, as if to check that he indeed was standing on the center of the empty stretch of the desolate road, and then squinted when his eyes faced the stationary car again. He still couldn't tell anything about the shape standing behind the protective door, watching him, undoubtedly.

"Uhm....yeah, I guess..." the horse smirked. "Hah."

"Are you by any chance heading to a place called Hammer?" the voice questioned now. "It's about four miles away from here."

The stallion's ears jumped with surprise. Could this be his savior, driving the car that almost rendered him quadriplegic? The car seemed much more welcome to him now, here in the middle of nowhere, so much more welcome than the pickup-driving goat who had only taken him as far as the Bradley intersection and left the stallion to walk his way back to Hammer, all six miles. He hadn't made much progress yet, and it was...what? Two in the morning? Three? It was still pitch black, so it had to be early. Morning wasn't invading the sky yet.

"Sure!" the stallion nickered. "That's where I live, heheheh!"

The horse flashed out his most confident grin, which had been such a great hit with the girls at the bar, and hoped that the earnest expression would earn him some forgiveness for his behavior on the road. Maybe even...

"Need a lift?" the voice spoke.

Oh yes...the horse was smiling even more broadly now as he heard the blissful words that including anything about calling the police to take in a wayward horse who was endangering public safety with his drunken ramble along the road. Now he might actually get home before dawn, and sleep. He could make it to mother's compulsory Saturday dinner without smelling like something was rotting under his arms. That corn bread was like a miracle cure to hangovers!

"Really?" he gasped.

The voice chuckled, resonant, and clear, almost beautiful.

"Well we're both heading the same way, aren't we, friend?"

I ain't your friend, the stallion thought, but he was close enough to be one that he instantly clip-clopped towards the car, past the cones of light and then into the darkness that prevailed behind them, by the car. He looked over the vehicle and saw a pair of eyes, now looking at him across the few feet that separated them. He could hear a sniffle, and smelled the scent of the owner of the car, and saw a glint of eyes that momentarily disappeared whenever the male blinked.

"The door is open, you just hop in."

The horse gave his savior another tired smile before he pawed over the cold, metallic handle and admitted himself onto the stuffy-smelling velour seat of the car. His knees banged against the dashboard and there was no interior light besides the indicators on the dash, and the stallion was pretty sure that the springs almost gave away under his weight, but those were little problems. At least the car didn't smell mysteriously like cows, the way the earlier pickup-driving goat's vehicle did. This one smelled almost...nice, he noted, as he drew a couple of breaths of relief at being inside a warm car and not out in the opening, trying to mind his own way and get home.

The previously invisible male slipped onto his seat behind the wheel, closed the door, and pulled on his seatbelt.

"Put on your seatbelt," the voice spoke. "I'm not driving before you do."

The stallion snorted, but decided to play nice, and fumbled his hands around in the darkness until he located the strap by his head and pulled it noisily over his body. Getting the pieces to click was a bit more of an effort, and he made a couple of false starts before the metal clicked and he was secured.

"Good boy," the voice rumbled. "And we're almost home."

The driver put on gear and hit the gas, and soon they were moving along at a good pace. The stallion leaned back on the squeaky seat and took deep breaths. He felt tired, but happy, now that he was no longer walking aimlessly, the shock of almost being run over had grown weaker, and the earlier, more pleasant effects of intoxication could again settle in. His belly felt warm, and so did his thighs, and his head was light, and his eyes soon stopped squinting, once he got used to the darkness inside the car. He could even take a look at the driver.

The feline's face and visible paws were covered in mottles, and he seemed to be a cheetah, the horse wondered, and drove the car with an impassive expression over his round muzzle. His eyes reflected some of the green light from the dash indicators and painted them with odd fluorescence. Bathed in that odd glow, he definitely looked like he wasn't from around here. The horse was pretty sure that no cheetahs lived in Hammer. He had lived there all his life and knew everyone who lived in Hammer. Lots of jaguars, sure, but no cheetahs. Odd. Perhaps that explained the scent, too, that permeated the car. Not quite anything like he had smelled before. Musky, with a hint of...fruit? That had to be an air freshener or something. Driving a banged-up piece of shit like this, you were bound to need some, to keep the sheer stink of age from coming through. Musk from a cheetah and some goofy air refreshing spray. The horse was surprised that there wasn't a small plastic green tree hanging from the rearview mirror. He chuckled at the idea, rousing attention from the driver.

"What's your name?" that purring voice questioned, soft in close quarters.

The stallion scratched his chest and yawned.

"I'm Ed," he said.

The cheetah nodded.

"Is that short of Edward or Eduardo?" the cheetah asked.

The horse's ears flicked against the plastic-covered ceiling of the car. He gave the cheetah a curious look, tilting his muzzle down. Not a question he had expected, but he couldn't see any harm in answering. He was getting a lift from the dude, after all, only a few miles, and he'd never see him again. End of the story. Maybe he simply was a people person. Liked chatting and all that crap. Ed liked chatting too, especially to the girls. It was a shame that few girls came to the garage, and usually they didn't know anything about cars, his favorite topic.

"It's Edward," the horse replied. "After my grandfather."

The cheetah chuckled.

"That's nice," he said. "I'm named after my grandfather, too. I'm Jimmy."

"Hi, Jimmy!" the stallion waved his hand mischievously and smiled when he got a smile in reply from the stranger.

The cheetah gave him a look and winked.

"Hello to you too, Edward."

The horse rumbled.

"Everyone calls me Ed," he mused. "We ain't much for titles back here."

The car flashed past a road sign that said "HAMMER 1 MILE", and the glow of the small town's lights was becoming more and more evident ahead of the moving vehicle. It was only seconds later that they passed the small petrol station, its only light a small neon sign that said 'CLOSED', a brief flicker of light before it was dark again. Dots of light glowed in the distance.

"Home sweet home now, then?" the cheetah chuckled in reply, once they passed another few darkened buildings, and an intersection of three roads, still moving towards the congregation of lights.

"Yeah, hahah," the horse craned his neck as he took in the familiar sights of Calloway's Farmer's Market and the diner, that too, closed down for the night.

"Well, I'm the one who is first time around so you better give me some instructions," the cheetah spoke as the car slowed down to a crawl, "where do you live?"

The horse forgot his drunken stupor with the gentle command, and immediately roused himself to full attention on his slightly too small seat.

"I've got my own place," the horse grinned proudly. "I live on the South Side. Drive all the way to the fire station and then turn right and...uh...I'll tell you when we're at my place!"

The cheetah nodded and switched gears.

"Fire station it is."

"Damn fuckers wake me up whenever they leave at night," the stallion snorted. "Guess that's why the rent is so cheap. Not that I could afford anything more fancy..."

The car was passing a darkened church, on the barren street, as the cheetah again tilted his head and smiled.

"Do you call it home nonetheless?" his paws steered steadily, with or without eyes on the road.

"Hell yeah!" the stallion flapped his tail against the rubbery edge of the old seat. "Sure beats living with my parents...ughh..."

"I know the feeling," the cheetah mused, watching the non-existent traffic. "I very well do."

"Heheh," Edward chuckled.

Such a funny little cheetah, he thought. Chatting to him like that, so friendly, like they knew each other, or something. Bad taste in air refreshers, though. It didn't smell that funky in the car, not at all. Especially not now that he'd added his own studly musk there, the horse thought proudly. He'd worked up some sweat during his walk, and that contributed to the scent he was putting out. Deep and masculine, just the way he liked himself, and how the girls liked him, too. It would be great to wake up in the morning, in his own bed, in his own sheets full of his own musk. Stretch out a bit, scratch his belly and his balls and enjoy himself. Only shower when he needed to. Let himself know that he was a real stallion and not a measly colt.

"Don't we all?" the cheetah added.

Edward gave him a curious look. He wasn't sure what the cheetah meant. Had he missed part of the conversation? The stallion yawned and blinked and watched the streetlights flash over the mottled face. The cheetah seemed very concentrated on driving, still.

"I guess..." Edward mused, hoping that he had said the right thing.

A few moments passed before the cheetah's ears flicked.

"I presume that's the fire station, Edward."

The stallion glanced over and stopped the familiar redbrick building ahead of them. He nodded enthusiastically.

"Just take a right here."

The cheetah signaled and swooped past the fire station and onto a smaller street. They drove on, and the homes lining the street on either side became smaller, as did the yards that accompanied them. The streetlights shed no cover here, and they were back to resorting to the cheetah's headlights, that now swept over yards full of broken-down cars and abandoned lawnmowers, even if there was no lawn.

"Alright," Edward said, "there's a peach-colored house to the left soon, you can't miss it, that's my place."

The cheetah nodded, signaled, and then dutifully pulled the car in front of the unmistakable house that looked like it had been pulled there on a trailer. An early 2000's Ford stood on the gravel driveway, next to the spot where the mottled feline's car made a surprisingly soft and unscreeching landing, now that he didn't have to force the old brakes into an emergency action. Empty, dark windows stared back to them and reflected the light of the car's headlights, until they too melted into the darkness when the engine was stopped.

Edward blinked, now in sudden darkness again, and struggled to see anything before the night allowed him a few telltale details that told him that he was at home, finally. His tail flapped cheerfully against the rim of the seat and swept the rubber carpet on the floor. No more weary staggering for him in the darkness, with no passing-by cars to give a ride to a lonely stallion. The cheetah was such a good help. Such a friend.

It was so quiet that he could practically hear his own heartbeat, thumping in his chest. He could definitely hear the cheetah's breathing, soft and steady, coming from a smaller body than his own, and concurrently, more silent, too. He still had his paws on the steering wheel, too, Edward could tell. Glint of eyes told him that he was watching him. Warm breath, too, bringing more scent. Just a funny little cat.

"Now we are here," the cheetah spoke, then.

"Yeah!" the stallion grinned. "Thanks, dude! I'd still be walking out there like an idiot if it wasn't for you, dude!"

The cheetah got a noseful of booze-scented breath and wrinkled his nosepad accordingly, but he seemed to be smiling, nonetheless.

"How come that happened, Edward?" the cheetah murmured. "How did you end up there alone?"

The stallion shrugged and made a face. The memory did not concern one of his finest moments, and he hesitated telling, for a moment, but considering that he was talking to such a nice cat, he decided to speak up.

"Me and my buddy Tang went to Pickles to get a drink and meet some girls but it happened that Tang was the one who really got to MEET a girl..." the stallion groaned as he remembered the expression of victory on the Pit Bull's face, soon to be followed by the sight of the cowboy-hat-wearing dog disappearing into the night with that coyote girl in arm, "so it was up to me to try to figure out my way home on my own and I got a ride from this smelly goat but he wasn't going to Hammer so...uhh...well, you kinda know the rest, dude."

"The name is Jimmy," the cheetah replied, ears flicking and all, "I'm Jimmy."

The stallion's brow quirked a little at the funny cat's insistence on using the name, but decided that it was probably just some strange thing furs did somewhere that wasn't Hammer, or Pickles. He hadn't really been to so many places, so he didn't really know so much about how furs talked elsewhere. The cheetah had a really nice voice, though, all friendly and easy to comprehend, even if he wasn't from around here.

"Alright, Jimmy!" the stallion grinned. "So now you know the story of my sorry night, hah. Almost getting run over in the middle of the road kinda fits in well with the rest, eh?"

The cheetah seemed to smile in reply, but didn't laugh, but spoke again, instead.

"Do you live alone, Jimmy?"

"Hell yeah I do!" the stallion bragged. "Ain't having anyone snooping around now that I managed to get out of my folks' house!"

The cheetah nodded.

"Do your parents live nearby?"

Edward huffed.

"A few minutes away on the other side of town," the stallion scratched the side of his muzzle. "Mom expects me for dinner on every Saturday afternoon."

"That is nice of her," the cheetah replied. "I like my mother's cooking, though I haven't had anything she cooked in a long time."

"Guess you're a long way from home, dude," the horse chuckled and nudged the cheetah's arm with his elbow.

Seemed like the right thing to do, man to man. Just playing around. Horseplay. Hahah. The stallion giggled aloud at the thought. Horseplay behehehehehe.

"You could say so," the cheetah replied calmly, his eyes steady on the stallion shaking with his own mirth.

Edward eventually stopped chuckling and rubbed his tired eyes with his hands once he was done. His belly felt warm and good after the big laugh. His cheeks seemed to be glowing, too. Nothing like a good laugh, he thought. Put some spring to his step. He intended to take only a few though, from the car to his bed. He'd just collapse down there and pull a pillow over his head. Just a perfectly nice end to a lousy night. Sleep it off.

"Bet you don't regret it," the horse smirked.

The cheetah's face remained impassive.

"I have very few regrets, Edward," the cheetah murmured, "In my experience, time takes care of most of them."

The stallion frowned a little at the curious remark and decided to smile instead of answering in words. The cheetah didn't seem to mind that, because he was smiling, too. Such a nice smile.

"You must be very tired now, Edward," the cheetah said, "isn't that so?"

Edward yawned almost automatically.

"You ain't wrong," the stallion rumbled. "Really want to get to bed, heheh, even if it's just me there!"

The horse snuffled at his own remark and cursed his bad luck under his breath. Damn Tang and that coyote...she seemed hot. A bit thin for Edward's tastes, but still, might have been a great deal of fun, under the right circumstances. His sheath started to firm up as he imagined throwing the giggling girl onto his bed and having his way with her, complete with lots of exaggerated grunting and sharp moans from the girl underneath him. Heat flushed is cheeks as he imagined the tightness of the girl around him, his hard cock pistoning into that warm, hot hole. Damnit! He could feel his sheath swelling up now, his cock was really pushing out and making a bulge on the front of his jeans. The tip threatened to push up through his waistband and under his buttoned-up shirt. His balls itched.

Shit!

Edward huffed as he felt himself grow hard, and gave the cheetah a glance. The dude called Jimmy was still quietly watching him, paws resting on the steering wheel, eyes and ears steady, making very little noise with his breathing. The stallion wondered whether the cheetah could tell that he was growing aroused. He knew that he wasn't a small guy, and he knew that at fully hard state, there would be no hiding his dong, jeans or not. The tip was already rubbing against the firmness of the stitching on the waist, and the cold ends of the brass buttons. The sensation made him hiss.

"At least you have a bed, Edward," the cheetah spoke. "I probably will sleep in the car, unless there's a motel or something in town you could recommend to me."

The horse's ears flicked and he almost whimpered as he listened to the cheetah's words. A burst of heat flushed through his cheeks again. Why did it sadden him so much, to think about the cat sleeping rough in the car? To let that funny little cat spend his night in a cold car parked up somewhere in this strange town, with no place to go...nobody he could call a friend...

Except Edward.

The stallion smiled gleefully. He even forgot the threatening erection he had been trying to hide with a careful knee tilt maneuver, as he reached out and patted the cheetah's arm with his hand, and left it there.

"I have a couch!" he said enthusiastically. "You can sleep on my couch!"

The cheetah's ears flicked softly.

"I don't want to impose myself upon you, Edward," the cheetah rumbled, but not without a smile. "You owe me nothing."

The stallion's ears flattened. The very idea of the cheetah feeling offended because he felt like he was offering it because he had a debt for him felt bad for the horse. He nickered nervously, and let out a deep breath, his stomach churned, and he really, really wanted to tell the cheetah that he would be absolutely no trouble whatsoever if he came over for one night.

"It's not that!" Edward yelped, squeezing on the cheetah's arm with his big hand, "I mean, I'd love to do it! You need a place to sleep, dude, and I've got one!"

Jimmy's opposite paw left the steering wheel and landed on top of Edward's, resting on his arm, and covered it with its warm softness that surprised the stallion. Their eyes met again.

"If you insist, Edward," the cheetah purred.

The stallion let out a nervous chuckle. He wasn't sure why his belly felt like this, or why he was breathing this hard all sudden.

"Hey, it's the least I can do!" the horse rumbled. "Please!"

For a moment he thought that he'd seen a flash of light in the cheetah's eyes, but he soon decided that he must've imagined it. all. What he knew was that the paw was gone.

"Very well then, Edward. Show me the way."

"Heheh!" the stallion whooped and opened the side door.

Edward let out a grunt when he caught himself in the seatbelt, forgotten for the moment, and struggled to free himself before stepping out onto the driveway. His own car was so close that he almost banged the cheetah's door onto its side, but he managed to wriggle out through the gap and prevent damage to his own ride. His paws felt a bit unsteady, and he had to lean against the side of the car for balance, breathing hard, panting, almost, as his head reeled. His erection was all too hard and full, on the front of his pants. The cool air touched his sweaty neck and made the furs there bristle.

The cheetah stepped out from his own side and then rounded over to the back, and slipped the key into the hole on the trunk.

"I'll just take my suitcase, alright?"

"Sure!" the stallion grinned, watching how the trunk was opened and closed in swift succession.

"All set now."

Edward found himself hurrying, down the little path, past the rainwater barrel under the drainpipe and then up the couple of steps. His hand sunk into his back pocket for the keys and it was something akin to muscle memory that helped him to find the tiny hole that let him in. The cheetah followed with unhurried steps and stood next to him by the time the door slung open. The horse let out a big breath of relief and inhaled the smell of his own home - a mixture of soap, washing detergent, cooking scents and his own manly musk that rushed onto his nose as soon as the door was open. It almost blocked out the scent of the cheetah, momentarily, before he could again smell his surprise companion.

The horse stepped in and turned on the lights. He had to blink a couple of times once the modest kitchen come living room was revealed for their eyes to see. He proceeded in a little and then turned around to greet the cheetah, whom stepped in, head turning curiously to take in every little detail while he crossed the doorstep and entered the dwelling. His tail swept the air behind him, too, and now Edward could see the old brown leather suitcase he had in one paw. The stallion took a moment to look at him in general as well, this being the first time he actually properly could see the other man in full lighting. The cheetah was very thin, he noticed, and only wore a green T-shirt and some jeans that hung low over his hips. His footpaws were covered with a pair of old sneakers. His head furs seemed slightly curled.

The cheetah noticed that he was watching, and Edward's belly jolted when he smiled in return. The horse flapped his tail about and stepped over to close the door, and heard the lock click, much to his pleasure. That thing was working like charm now, after he had oiled it a month back. The noise had been bothering him every time he stepped through, but there was no more of that. Nothing to worry about welcoming the cheetah into the house...as long as he didn't mind a few articles of laundry hanging around, or the pile of advertisements and old issues of the town newspaper. He really should clean a bit more...or get a girlfriend who loved playing the perfect housewife...or something.

"Well, here we are!" the horse declared, as he gestured with his hand. "This is my place!"

"It is quite nice," the cheetah murmured. "Very nice."

His eyes were still curiously roaming the place, leaving Edward with a chance to look at him again. The horse only now realized that there was some sort of an accent in the way the cheetah spoke, but he couldn't tell what. Guess that was something you could've learned in a big city, where there were furs from everywhere, not like Hammer where everyone was from Hammer. Maybe he could ask the cheetah, and hope that he wouldn't be offended by the question. He seemed like an easy-going type, besides being awfully polite, and new.

"Thanks, hehe," the stallion scratched his belly, above the bulge of his throbbing dick, and hoped that he wasn't drawing attention to that particular anatomical feature with his need to scratch.

"Is that the couch?" the cheetah pointed at the old leather couch that was propped opposite an oversized television, complete with the cluttered cables of a DVD player and an XBOX underneath it.

"I know it's not much," the stallion rumbled, his cheeks warming up again as he contemplated his modest offering, "but I guess it's alright, I'll just fetch you some pillows and...uh...stuff..."

"I've seen worse," the cheetah chuckled. "You've no idea how much worse."

Edward wondered whether that was a compliment or not. The cheetah just kept on smiling, tail swaying about.

"Okay," the stallion breathed.

The cheetah stepped to the couch, patted the armrest with his paw, and then put his suitcase down, next to the couch, and turned around to face the horse. He was still smiling when he tugged his fingers onto the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Edward let out a surprised breath at the sudden revelation of the cheetah's mottled flanks and the saffron-colored belly that was now revealed. He could see the modest outlines of muscles, but nothing more than that. There were definitely no extra pounds on that body, he thought, curiously, while the cheetah flung the shirt down to the couch, seemingly unbothered that the stallion was staring. And with a big bulge on his pants, too! Edward almost pushed a hand down to cover himself, no matter how feeble an effort that would be.

"I think I'll get comfortable now, Edward," the cheetah purred, his paws back to his waist, this time to unbutton his jeans. "I hope you don't mind."

The stallion didn't know what to say as he watched the cheetah bend over briefly to undo his shoelaces and then wriggle his footpaws out of the sneakers. He stood up again, watching him still, while he pushed his jeans down over the slim hips and revealed some deep red silk underwear. The stallion let out a small nicker of surprise. Now those definitely didn't look like something the average guy worse around there, he thought, puzzled and curious and surprised and many other things at the same time while he stared at the musky cheetah.

His paws now stilled, on either sides of his hips.

"Do you mind?" the cheetah repeated his question.

The stallion swallowed. There was an odd taste in his muzzle that wasn't from the beer or the tequila, and it didn't disappear with the renewed production of saliva. He snorted and shook his head manly, just like stallions did, but his head still felt heavy. His chest felt heavy too, heaving with his hot breaths. His pants were threatening to rip, it felt to him ,with the pressure of the fabric against his cock. He was so damn hard, even harder than when he danced at the bar with that cute paint mare and there was some grinding going on but then she had to leave. Fuck it.

"Aaahh..."

"I don't think you mind, Edward," the cheetah rumbled.

The red silk slid effortlessly over the smooth furs and revealed the rest of the cheetah for the horse the see. He was practically blushing all over again when he realized that the bulge in the front of the feline's pants had not been due to his sheath, but was rather the product of a fully-blown erection that made his pointed, slim cock stand out firm and proud from his fuzzy loins. The curved, barbed member released another whiff of musk, it seemed, because Edward caught his breath, nostrils flaring and all, when the new, more intimate scent prevailed. It lingered, tickled, and slithered over the stallion's nose, taste buds, too, it seemed, because he no longer smelled himself. Only the cheetah, fragrant, deep and imposing, despite the fact that the male was so much smaller than him...hell...the cheetah must've weighted half of what he did, and still he smelled like a stud.

Edward neighed nervously and shifted his hooves on the bare floor, making clip-clop sounds over the plastic. The cheetah was purring now, with every breath, in and out, and the sound made the insides of the horse's ears prickle.

"Not at all..."

The cheetah's paw slipped down over his erect member and gave it a few, slow strokes that made him moan and gasp openly, tail smacking against the side of the couch while he pleasured himself openly and seemingly shuddered as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. The horse jumped a little with each sound, and felt his cock throb even harder, while the musk was as strong as before...and somehow, better.

"Oh yes..."

The cheetah released himself and gave his paw a curious look, before he crossed the few yards between them and stood right in front of the horse, nailed to the spot, and staring with wild eyes. The small male smiled and lifted his paw up, close to Edward's muzzle, making his nostrils flare open wide when he deep, intimate scent hit them. The horse could see that the paw was glistening now, with what must've been fluid that had leaked out of the cheetah's pointed tip. A quick glance down told him that there was a drop of it visible on his tip even now.

"Taste it, Edward, you'll love it."

The cheetah's fingers pressed against Edward's chin. The stallion almost staggered back at the touch, his tail flailed, and his breath rumbled out of his constricting throat. The musk was still strong, and he could not escape, especially with the source so close to him. The mottled cat purred and smiled, and his paw didn't move. The stallion's hot breath ruffled the furs over it, too, likely tickling the smaller male's skin. He didn't move.

"Just a little taste..."

The stallion let out a grunt and lapped up the wet spot from the cheetah's fingers, well aware that he left a big wet trail there as he slurped over the digits and then withdrew his tongue into his maw. A new, strong taste blasted through his muzzle and made him gasp, out of surprise, when the tingling sensation rushed over his tongue and into his throat. It itched, and made him cough, once, and clasp his paw against his chest. He tapped himself there, nickered, neighed, and gave a hot, passionately questioning look at the small cat who watched him, grinning.

"Wow..." the horse rumbled, jaws working as he tried to deal with the odd half-numb, half-itching sensation. The warmth pooled in his belly and then seemed to be falling lower, because soon the throbbing heat was located beneath his stomach, in his loins, and making his cock pulse and leak into his by now ruined boxers. His legs shuddered.

"I know," the cheetah purred. "I know."

His paw reached out and just managed to cup the back of his neck, and obediently, the stallion leaned down so that the cheetah could press their lips together. He tensed, momentarily, but once the tongue slipped between his lips and rubbed against his tingling tongue, there was nothing but moans and helpless snorts from the stallion who was falling under a strange spell. The kiss felt good, it even tasted good, and he sucked hungrily on the tongue once it slipped deeper, and even grabbed the cheetah to pull the small cat close to his body. The stallion embraced the stranger called Jimmy, kissed him more passionately than any of the few girls he had kissed ever before, he panted, nickered, and breathed, unable to do anything but shake while the cheetah's warm paw rubbed his neck and his tongue explored the stallion's muzzle.

Edward shivered by the time their muzzles parted, and the cheetah stepped backwards a little, and looked at him. His grin had definitely not subsided, and neither was his erection, that red, angry-looking spike at full readiness. The stallion's eyes couldn't leave the sight, for whatever reason he couldn't tell. It simply looked so good.

"Why don't you undress, Edward, let's see how you look like."

The stallion didn't waste any time in his effort. His shirt was undone in a few moments, easily followed by his jeans and his soiled boxers, which soon littered the floor and looked like they belonged there, along with the rest of the dirty clothes. He stood up and looked hotly at the cheetah, breathing hard and feeling almost faint, while his cock stood proud, still, and unmoving, almost a full foot long, and glistening with his juices. His balls might've been hanging loosely, but they were heavy, and felt even itchier and hotter than before. Edward didn't know what he was doing, or what he was supposed to think, but the most logical course of action seemed to be looking at the cat for the answers. His eyes fixed themselves passionately on the target standing by him, and pleaded for the answers.

The cheetah noticed the stallion's reaction, and licked his lips.

"You look very nice," the cheetah rumbled.

"Thank you!" the wide-eyed stallion breathed.

Jimmy the cheetah stepped closer again, and did not hesitate as he put his paw down on the stallion's hot shaft, and squeezed. Edward nickered and instinctively thrust forward, which caused several inches of his cock to slide through the cheetah's grip. That felt even better, and forced him to grab the cheetah's shoulder for balance. The burn in his belly hadn't gone anywhere, and the cheetah's musk seemed to be caressing his nose with each hot breath. He felt faint.

"And feels great, too..." the cheetah stated, and found out that his fingers couldn't make a full ring around its shaft, "I'm going to enjoy this many times..."

His other paw slipped lower, and easily cupped the big, hefty balls, or as much as he could. The stallion moaned at the sensation.

"...and of course, the offering in these as well...especially this..."

He rolled the big low-hangers on his palm once more, and gave the stallion's cock another tug. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip and was promptly flicked away by his thumb that disappeared into the cheetah's purring muzzle instantly. His eyes closed as he suckled on his own digit, and let out a seemingly blissful breath at the taste, once he had it all. His eyes gleamed under the light.

"Oh yes...I'm going to enjoy you so much."

He went back to stroking Edward's member, and the horse nickered again. This was getting serious, he realized, and stared at the sight of the small, fuzzy paw rubbing up and down on his huge dick. He was hard, fully hard and straining by now, with even his tip flaring up. The touch felt almost too good, he thought. That was weird. It shouldn't be...he...he...

The stallion swallowed heavily. He had no idea what was going on, and a part of his mind whispered something to him, something he had to put into words, too, that escaped out of his maw in a breath.

"Dude...I...I'm not gay..." Edward moaned.

The cheetah chuckled merrily as he released the horse's equine equipment and stepped back to admire the sight of the thick shaft bobbing up and down on its own accord. The stallion stared back to him, wide-eyed.

"I never made any claims about that," he said, "and by now, I don't think it matters, either. Does it?"

The listless horse watched the small cheetah with a puzzled expression on his sweaty face. He still felt unsteady on his hooves and couldn't fight off the odd churning sensation in his belly, nor the insistent throbbing of his massive erection. He was sure he could still feel it burn from the cheetah's touch earlier...male or not, doing the touching. It made him feel incredibly horny.

"Dude..."

"It is Jimmy," the cheetah corrected with a playful smack of his paw against the stallion's rump, "or...Umun..."

The stallion's ears flicked back and ford at the sound of the strange word that passed over the cheetah's lips, making absolutely no sense to him. What he did know, though, was that the cheetah's paw hadn't moved anywhere from his ass after the little slap, and was now actually rubbing up and down over its muscular curve.

"I've always loved stallions..." the cheetah murmured, his pads stroking along the firm rump, "...I'll never forget my first...so long ago...we didn't even know each other's words, but we still...found things in common...oh yes..."

Edward's tail swished from side to side nervously, but he found himself unable to move away from the cheetah and his paw, caressing over his skin with such gentleness. Those pads and that soft fur, almost ticklish as it slid over his rear, with almost no pressure. It made him shiver and nicker, unable to control his voice.

"You're making me so thirsty, Edward...you taste like the open planes...starry skies...unspoiled earth...so long since I've seen unspoiled earth, Edward...Edward..." the cheetah hissed.

His free paw closed around the stallion's shaft and squeezed on it again, making the horse moan helplessly. He bucked his hips forward and stared down at the deeply purring male's eyes, a pleading expression all over his sweaty face.

"What...what is happening?" his dizzy mind formulated, and his tingling tongue moved slowly, sluggishly, to form the words.

The warm paw moved over his slick, velvety shaft, and stroked all the way near the base, where his pads finally squeezed down and made him moan again. The cheetah smiled ruthlessly.

"Just a touch of magic in this world that is so void of it, despite its obsession with the supernatural," Jimmy murmured amidst his purring breaths. "Kiss me, Edward. I want to see that you're ready."

The stallion let out a moan before he kissed the stallion, unthinking, unseeing, and unfeeling besides the sensations given to him by the cheetah's nimble paws. His tongue thrust against the raspy one belonging to the cheetah, their flesh mingled in their muzzles, and his hands held the little body close to him, while the kiss continued, bringing more and more abandon with each passing moment. He moaned, panted and rumbled, and every moment, it seemed more natural to be doing what he did, kissing and touching the silky-furred cat holding him in a firm, warm grip that made him incredibly horny, and aching.

He didn't protest when the kiss ended, besides a little whimper, or when the paw left his shaft and patted his belly instead.

"Just wait and see how much you'll enjoy this in a moment, Edward..." the cheetah purred.

"H...how?" Edward breathed.

"I will show you," the cheetah's paw clasped against the roundness of his ass, "I will show you in many, many ways, Edward. You'll only have to bend over that couch to find out...if I am allowed to be so un-poetic of the act. And then you'll truly find out how good you can feel, Edward."

The stallion swished his tail and blinked, but failed to see anything worth arguing about in the statement. If the kiss felt this good, how good it could still get? He didn't complain when he stepped over towards his old, trusty leather couch and placed his hands obediently against the armrest. The cool, brown leather creaked under his touch, gave way, and rustled, and so did the cheetah's footpaws, over the plastic floor that was in sore need of a nice rug. Maybe he could ask his mother for one, Edward thought, absently, so that the cheetah would have something warm against his footpads. His hooves didn't have that problem, not even now that his legs felt like jelly.

"Hmmm...."

Paws landed on his rump, either side, kneading on the brown-furred muscles that seemed to be trembling under the touch. The stringy tail wouldn't stay still, either, and jumped to all directions. The horse's back was arched by his posture and the cheetah could count his vertebrae over the smooth back.

"Much nicer than the previous one...but I do admit..." the fingers moved over the prominent curves of the horse's rump, soothing the nervous tension there to a degree, "I do have a thing for stallions...though I am by no means...picky..."

The cheetah chuckled, a sound that prompted the stallion to glance behind himself, over his shoulder, to see the cat still fondling his ass. The sight of his dark, red, pointed erection drooling musky drops of fluid over the floor made him shiver once more. The angry-looking barbed cock was all too much of a reminder that he was being touched by another man...and nonetheless, he felt hornier than ever. His own cock was rock hard, too, and wouldn't stop throbbing in that strange way.

"What...what are you going to do?" Edward panted.

Jimmy laughed again.

"But I told you, Edward!" the cheetah's fingertips squeezed tightly on the flesh beneath. "Magic!"

The stallion huffed.

"Magic," he rumbled dully.

"I have no other word for it, Edward...and I am sure you will agree...soon..."

The paws disappeared, briefly, before one of them caught the base of the stallion's tail, and a wholly different kind of warm pressure appeared, suddenly, and made the stallion neigh with surprise. A hot spot of slick heat bore down on him, under his now exposed tail, and he could definitely tell which part of his own body was being thrust upon. The stallion's eyes widened. He couldn't have expected that to be happening.

"UGH!" the stallion's hands clenched over the armrest as he felt the sudden pressure intensify, but he could not move away, either.

"Just a little...magic..." the cheetah hissed between closed teeth.

The stallion shuddered at the strange feeling, but found himself unable to move away from the odd pressure that was now centered in place no other than the hole under his tail, obviously trying to find its way into his ass. The horse's sweaty flanks shivered, and his tail trashed in the cheetah's grip. Why was he letting him do this? He wasn't used to being touched like this, hell, he didn't even think about it, he was...he liked girls, he didn't like cheetahs doing things to his butt...but why did it feel so good and why did his asshole of all places tingled like this while the cat was pushing and pushing and holding...

"Thh....there..."

The muscled pucker couldn't resist, the itching he had felt earlier on his tongue seemed to have move there, and now the zealous rings reacted to the sensation by twitching and contracting, which allowed the smooth, wet tip of the cheetah to pierce the stallion's suddenly very much unguarded gates. The heat flashed throughout his groin from that odd burning spot under his tail, thick, rapid waves that made the stallion's muscles tremble all around his body.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" the stallion threw his head back and moaned at the curious sensation he couldn't explain.

"Yeeeeeeessssssshhh...." the cheetah slurred, as his paws now landed on the stallion's hips, and held tight.

Edward moaned helplessly at the sensation of that slick, barbed dick sliding deep into his dry hole and the tunnel beyond. The sensation inside him was nothing but strange, almost painful, and definitely the weirdest thing he had ever felt, but still, his balls churned and his cock had already began to drool pre over the couch, out of its own accord. The horse's blurred mind soon could only register the almost burning sensation coursing through his body, centered on that strange invasion of his untouched depths.

"Wha...wha...ahhh..."

The cheetah wouldn't stop purring as he thrust forward, several times until suddenly his hips became flush with the horse's, and he was still.

"Oaaahhahahyeshhhhhhh...."

The stallion felt his insides clench on the seemingly massive intruder within his body, and he let out another mournful nicker.

"You...ahhh.....you're in my ass.....what...aaaagghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

The cheetah kept on purring as he leaned over and licked a spot on the stallion's spine, about his shoulder blades, because that was as high as he could reach. He tasted the sweat and savored the flavor, much like he enjoyed the dry grip of the stallion's unaccustomed body reacting to his presence in his body.

It was his magic.

"I am," the cheetah breathed against the extra wet spot he had created before standing up to his own modest height and squeezing down on the horse's speared rump. "And soon you will understand."

His hips began to pump back and forth, thrusting the deeply throbbing, leaking cock in and out of the horse's newly opened tailhole. The cheetah's eyes lingered on the crevice of the brown ass cheeks, at the sight of his shaft slipping back and forth through the muscular doughnut lined with fine, ticklishly soft hair. the hole quivered whenever the cheetah's fine barbs rubbed on its sweet, sensitive insides, and sent extra tension through the horse's listless, sweaty body. His equine musk was prominent and tried to compete with that of the cheetah, remarkably strong despite his small size and unassuming persona.

And still it was the cheetah standing behind the bent-over horse, rolling his hips and stroking himself through the stallion's reluctant grip with clear determination to his forceful pumping. He spared nothing of himself, not even when the stallion moaned, and then he simply thrust all the way in, and ground his hips against the stallion's exposed rump.

The warmth seemed to be growing with each heavy thrust, though, tingling and itching at the same time. Every inch of the horse's skin was alive, strangely, but definitely. The odd burn could not be named, nor questioned, because it simply was there, and made the horse to stand obediently in his place and take everything the cheetah had in mind for him, with every passing moment of their bodies coupling roughly in the middle of the room.

"Ahhh...Edward...Edward..." the cheetah purred, repeating the horse's name as he kept on pounding into him.

"AAahhhh...." the stallion moaned almost pitifully.

The cheetah's hips crashed onto him half a dozen times more, before they suddenly came to a stalling halt, flush with the horse's aching rear, and finally, with an almost screeching sound from the mottled male, his heat was released in an explosion of pleasure.

A rush of heat completely unknown to the stallion suddenly filled his rump, coming in rapid pulses that made his eyes widen and his breath catch in his throat. It felt like liquid fire was being pumped into him, filling him up to the brim. The cheetah wasn't moving anymore, but his hot breathing burned over his back, and his paws clenched on his hips so hard that the clawtips almost drew blood. The brief spots of pain over the stallion's silky skin were nothing compared to the burning inside him, making him unable to think of nothing else but the growing sensation. It felt like the build-up to an orgasm, but taking much longer than the usual few seconds to accomplish...and it was still going on.

"Aahhjjjjjjjj I'm gonna..."

The cheetah's ears perked as he heard the whinny rising from the horse's throat, a sure sign that was his cue. The barbs over his still-twitching shaft raked their way over the silky, cum-painted walls of the stallion's rectum as he pulled himself out and had still enough to spare a spurt over the stallion's sweaty taint, before his cock slapped against his belly. The cheetah purred, moaned and panted in his own right as well, and his voice had dropped into a much lower pitch from its previous level, when he poke again.

"Turn...turn..."

Paws yanked on the stallion and guided him to stand again, only to be pushed to sit down again, on the armrest of the couch, by those small, nimble paws pressing on his sides. The panting stallion barely heard what the cheetah told him, he wasn't quite there, he could only see strange colors and experience the burning heat under his skin...every inch of his skin.

The cheetah licked his lips before he simply grabbed the stallion's shaft and leaned down, not kneeling, simply bending over so that he could kiss the broad tip of the massive dong while his fingers gave that magnificent member one final tug.

The stallion almost fell off the armrest and onto the couch when his orgasm landed on him, full-force from the beginning, his blurry mind noted, before everything else disappeared except for the strong contractions of his muscles that drove his natural breeding instinct to the point of no return.

The cheetah's purrs were felt throughout the madly throbbing cock while obscene bursts of horse-cum exploded from his balls and forced their way through his long shaft until their final resting point became evident - the warm, suckling maw of the cheetah, lips plastered on the pre-smeared tip and with his throat hungrily sucking on every single glob of hot liquid that seemed to be positively pouring out of the horse and into the cheetah. His body accepted the treat gladly, the tangy fluid barely having time to even touch his slippery tongue before the greedy cat swallowed the latest offering of milk and hurried to take more, always more, as the stallion came and came in spectacular spurts. Little trails leaked from the corners of his muzzle, no matter how good a job the cheetah was doing in swallowing everything, and soon the warm furs glistened dirtily. the musk was heavy in the air, and the horse's nostrils flared every time he took an agitated, deep breath, in the middle of his orgasm.

Edward wasn't sure whether he had ever cummed this much - sure, he was a horse, he was expected to have prodigious output, sure do, but now it seemed to be coming and coming in heavy, splurts of man-juice coming out of his dick and into the willingly receiving cheetah. His balls jumped and pulled close to his body, while the fluids still rushed and gushed, and his musk messily marked the cheetah as the cocksucker.

All good things must cum to an end, the cheetah reminded himself, when the blissful flow ebbed and he received only the final, thick, gelatinous reserves that remained, and had to be licked away from the insides of his muzzle before the sweet liquid was finally swallowed to join with the positive puddle inside his stomach. The cheetah's belly glowed warmly from the amount of cum he had consumed, it tingled and warmed there, much like the feeling the horse was experiencing, even now that he was coming down from his orgasmic high, but of course, the cheetah was not a first-timer.

He was purring when he lifted his muzzle away from the beautiful cock and licked his lips once more, for that final taste, and grinned dirtily up to the glassy-eyed stallion. The cock swayed up and bounced against the stallion's smooth, brown belly once he was done with it, eliciting a deep grumble from the horse. He was still sitting there, on the armrest of the couch, head hunched down now, breathing heavily, and the sweat covered his entire body in a sheen of potent musk. The cheetah's tail flicked cheerfully as he stood up, back straight, and watched the conquered, proud male with a smile on his lips.

"Well, well," he patted his pleasantly bubbling tummy, "I really needed that. Thank you, Edward."

The stallion let out a whinny and blinked, his eyes unfocused and his breathing unsteady.

"I know," the cheetah smiled, and reached out with a paw, to cup the horse's muzzle. It was so easy to kiss him now, softly, to lick over his lips and give him a small taste of what he had given for the cheetah, when his white-streaked tongue invaded the stallion's muzzle. Instinctually, he suckled the pink tongue clean, and moaned when he was done.

"You are going to be so much fun, Edward," the cheetah murmured happily, "Umun is pleased."

Edward saw that the cheetah was smiling, and he smiled too. It seemed like the right thing to do.

**

The horse would never remember anything of the weekend. He would not remember how the cheetah pushed a strange, bulbous, plastic object into his ass and had the stallion lay on his bed, legs spread over the edge so that his rump was completely exposed, so that the cheetah could slowly pump the black dildo in and out of his cum-filled tail tunnel and stroke against the horse's untouched prostate. Every thrust caused the horse's half-hard member to jump, and a drop of clear fluid appeared that the cheetah rapidly licked up, muzzle poised above the inviting, musky treat, so that his raspy tongue could clean up the mess created by each flick of his wrist that propelled the dildo into the horse's body. The stallion laid back on the bed, hands folded behind his neck, contently rumbling as he stared at the ceiling and enjoyed the bursts of pleasure coming from his heavily pulsing rear. He could not count the hours that passed with the two joined in such an act, or the amount of fluids he might have leaked under the heavy, constant milking of his tender prostate.

The cheetah smiled, and the stallion smiled back, and did what he was told to do, when the cheetah told him to have a shower, or cook breakfast, or drink a gallon of water to "replace all you've lost, Edward," and he did as much. He sent a text message to his mother telling that he wasn't coming to the dinner, and then he turned the phone off, just like Jimmy told him to do, before he was told to kneel down and lift his tail. The stallion smiled blissfully and wriggled his rump a little about, and made his tailhole wink and leak a little trail of pearly cum in the process.

Every burst of cum into his ass or his muzzle made him feel more and more light-headed, content, and happy with the world, and himself. He was just Edward, just a regular horse, with a very good friend, who made him feel so good. He didn't need to sleep, he simply curled down and felt the cheetah lean over him, push his cock between his lips or under his tail, and give him another sweet offering of cream that he swallowed or took inside him, and the warm pleasure would continue, uninterrupted.

He knew that the cheetah would speak to him. He'd talk for hours about things he couldn't really understand, not especially with that strange tool inside him, and the cheetah speaking between laps of his tongue over his milked cock-tip, but he spoke of places that he called "not here anymore", and mentioned furs he had met, who "no longer walked here", and lamented on "the loneliness of the road", or whatever that meant. Edward couldn't understand how anyone could ever feel...what was that word...lonely. How could anyone feel lonely, if you had a cheetah like Jimmy? A friend who only made him feel good, in strange ways that made him feel warm on the inside, and tired in the head, soothed by the salty flavor in his muzzle and the deep musk, combined with the soft, rumbling words of the mottled male.

Push.

Throb.

Lick.

Moan.

**

Jimmy stood by the couch in the small living room and stared down at the stallion lying down. Edward was naked, sweaty, and with his belly covered in dry flecks of cum from their one, final session, before it was time for the cheetah to go on. He was fully dressed, while the horse was naked, lying on the bed, not awake, not asleep, with his eyes looking at the ceiling with a slightly curious expression over his features. His breaths were awfully soft.

"Now, now, Edward," the cheetah purred, "it will be time for me to leave now."

The stallion blinked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," the cheetah rumbled in reply, smiling still, "that it is time for me to go before you would suffer."

Edward frowned. His brow attempted to frown, but he was too tired. In fact, it seemed he was almost unable to lift an arm, such a prone position he was lying in.

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to, Edward," the cheetah replied. "You really don't."

"If you leave, I'm going to miss you," the horse spoke, voice void of inflection that would carry emotion in the tone.

There was none.

Jimmy smiled.

"You won't," the cheetah patted the stallion's arm, the smile still lingering over his lips, "you won't even remember I was here."

The stallion flicked a lazy ear.

"But you're here..."

"I wasn't," the cheetah spoke in a low, purring voice," it's only been you, Edward, celebrating."

The stallion blinked.

"Celebrating?"

The cheetah glanced down at the pile of empty beer cans and two whiskey bottles he had bought from the town supermarket and then emptied down the kitchen sink before arranging them down on the living room floor.

"Because when you went to Pickles, you got the idea to bet on horseracing," the cheetah spoke, softly as ever, "and you won, Edward."

The stallion smiled, showing a hint of his teeth.

"I won?" he asked.

Jimmy picked up the thick brown envelope from the small coffee table and lifted it up so that the stallion could see it, and remember it.

"Here is the envelope containing the ten thousand dollars you won on betting on the horses, Edward," he said, "with the exception of the 180 dollars you have since spent on buying rounds to everyone at that bar in Pickles, and the cab fare to get you back here to your home, and the booze you've been drinking on for the past four days."

"Ten thousand..."

"You were very lucky to bet on the Starlight Avenger on that second round, and you thought that the jockey was a bit too heavy, but you still made your call and you won," the cheetah smiled.

"Wow...lucky...Starlight Avenger..."

"And that's what you'll be telling to your friends over and over again until they tell you to shut the fuck up."

The stallion chuckled.

"I'm gonna be telling everyone that I won at the races..."

"And maybe you'll buy a round to your friends at the bar...and to your boss, who is pissed off with you because you haven't been to work in two days."

"Maybe..." the stallion crooned.

"You sleep now," the cheetah squeezed on the stallion's arm once more and stepped back. "You're really tired."

"I'm spent," Edward chuckled hollowly.

Jimmy smiled and rubbed his stomach again, happily.

"You are. And I think you'll be falling asleep very soon, and when you wake up, you only remember what I told you, isn't that right?"

The stallion closed his eyes and nodded, and did not answer.

Jimmy smiled and picked up his brown leather suitcase from the floor.

"Goodbye, Edward."

The stallion rumbled contently in his sleep.

**

The old car took onto the road at the crack of dawn.

That was Jimmy's favorite time of the day, with the road empty, and the sun painting the prairie with magnificent gold. It reminded him of home, in small ways that put a smile on the cheetah's lips, while he drove the car unhurriedly along the empty stretch. The cheetah was purring softly to himself, warm in all the right places, and feeling satisfied with himself. The stallion would keep him going for several days, he was sure of that, his offering had been most...substantial, the cheetah had found to his pleasure. Such a strike of luck. He hadn't really planned on anything until the next big stop, Dallas, but the stallion had been such a pleasant opportunity, he would have been foolish to pass it up.

Jimmy smiled. According to the GPS, there was a big trucker's rest stop coming up, near the ramp to the Interstate. They always made good coffee in that kind of places, because those truckers were practically fuelled with the stuff.

That suited Jimmy well. He really, really, liked coffee.

It was really the best culinary invention of the past 500 years, and when you were a six-thousand-years-old immortal being sustained by the power of male orgasms and cum-drinking, you had seen a few fads in your days.

The road was open, now.

Jimmy began to whistle.

*

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