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A Different Party

Gauge stumbled over a cinderblock as he made his way to the barn. It was night and he didn't see the heavy object before stubbing his toe on it because his mind was concentrating on finding a place to hang a leak. The party hadn't been too interesting to the red and white, harnessed malamute, he only went because his friends begged him to and because he'd never been to an outdoors farm party before and since he loved the countryside smells (mostly horses), he figured it'd be pleasant. His curiosity sated and his interest waning, he was now looking for any excuse to take a break from the writhing mass of fur and scales that was hopping and prancing about in front of the main barn as a combination of high energy country and trance music played so he could enjoy some serenity.

"'Bout time I got away from that nonsense." He huffed to himself as he undid his jeans and pulled his sheathe back to aim himself at the ground. As he relieved himself, he gaped open his maw and arched his head back to stare at the surprisingly clear night sky. He could see stars through the patchy clouds and the moon was nearly full so the entire field was gently illuminated in cool blue light. Once he'd finished, he pulled his sheathe back over his tip and redid his jeans. Right as he'd shifted himself to get comfortable, he heard an agitated sound coming from the barn he'd been marking. It sounded like a horse neighing, but he wasn't quite sure as the sound had happened too quickly. Holding his breath, he waited for another sound to come from the barn, and much to his surprise he heard another neigh, followed by a nicker and snort, capped off with a series of hoof stomps.

The malamutes eyelids perked up. "Horses?" he asked to nobody in particular. He was rather fond of his equine brethren, both feral and bipedal.

Curious, he peeked around the corner to make sure nobody was nearby or looking for him. Once he was sure nobody was around, he pushed on the swinging barn door to open it just a crack so he could peek inside. To his disappointment, he didn't see any horses even though his nose assured him there was at least one stallion and one mare in the area. Gauge took in another heavy whiff and smiled; there was definitely a pair of horses in here.

Eager and curious, he glanced back around the barn one more time before silently slipping into the building through the narrow crack. The buckles on the harness around his chest made a gentle clang on the metal siding on the door, but he could barely hear it over the sound of the music pounding in the distance so there was no chance it'd attract attention.

His eyes took a moment to adjust to the almost pitch black darkness; once he could see again, the first thing he saw was a little hanging light dangling over one of the stables. Laughing to himself, he clicked it on and a deep amber glow bathed the rustic barn interior. "Much better."

There was another round of nickering, whinnying, snorting, and hoof-clopping coming from one of the stalls a few down the line, so Gauge creeped towards the sound. Once he got near, he saw there was a truly massive roan stallion with a glorious blonde mane, pacing back and forth from one front hoof to the other, clearly agitated. Gauge had to look around to see there was another horse across from this stallion, presumably the mare his nose told him was there.

"I see, I see." Gauge whispered, his shaky hand reaching over the stall to give the stallion a gentle scritch. "I wish I could help." A series of fantasies flooded his mind, making his nethers liven up. This was an incredible specimen and he'd hate to leave him horny and unsatisfied; after all, nothing wrong with mutual pleasure. This stallion wasn't upset or eager to get out, it wanted a piece of that mare and Gauge was thinking maybe he could be a surrogate.

Still contemplating slipping into the stall regardless of the risks, he glanced back and forth before leaning over the stall door to get a look at the lower half of the stallion, hoping to see some meat hanging between his legs. Sure enough, there was a thick shadowy silhouette of a well endowed cock dangling beneath the beast, swinging back and forth every time the stallion paced. Gauge could feel the flesh inside his sheathe engorge a bit, making the furred bulge get a little tight in his pants; the more he saw of that glorious cock, the more his nethers tingled at the thought of being bulged by an eager stallion flare.

The malamute, still not entirely sure if he was able to get a taste of that juicy meat, leaned back and got a better look around and saw a sign nailed to the stall this beautiful roan stallion was in that read "Oatz." He wasn't sure if that was his name or what they fed him, but he was going to assume it was his name.

"Oatz." he mumbled to himself as he leaned back over the stall door to give the stallion another scritch at the mane atop his head. The horse stopped pacing to lean into the malamute's touch. "Good Boy." Gauge cooed as his free hand idly fumbled at the lock to the stable door. It took a few minutes of fiddling, but he eventually managed to unhook the chain and open the stall door.

He could feel his heart racing as his cool adrenaline flowed through his body, tickling his fingertips and raising the hair on his tail. This was it, once he finally went in the stall there was no turning back until he had a taste of stallion, straight from the tap. He hesitated a moment, letting the open stall door press against his chest a moment before finally opening it up and slipping through. A sliver of his mind instantly panicked, hoping beyond all hope that Oatz didn't use this opportunity to force his way out the stall and into the mare's stall.

Luckily, Oatz was well behaved, and save a few gentle stomps of his rear hooves, he barely moved a muscle as the unfamiliar red and white furred malamute slipped into his stall, locking the gate behind him.

"All right boy." Gauge cooed again as he pressed his chest up against Oatz's breast. He peeked around the side of the animal to get another glimpse of the stallion's plump endowment swinging in the darkness. He gave the horse some assuring pets and scritches before getting to his knees and reaching underneath the beast to cup the horse's cock head in his palm, a sensation that caused Oatz to rear his head back and let out a whinny, the cock hardening and slapping on his belly.

Gauge's heart jumped up into his throat as he pulled back, worried about getting trampled, but as soon as the stallion calmed, he shuffled a bit closer and cupped the horse's cock in his palm a second time, lifting it up a bit to feel the weight of the girthy cock. He could feel the blood flowing through it, the un-inflated glans throbbing with every beat. Gauge's heart was going a mile a minute, and his own cock was as swollen as it'd get in his sheathe, so he unzipped with his free hand and pushed back the sheath to expose his red length to the cool night air. He took in another whiff and enjoyed the sweet earthy musk of the horse that was practically oozing off the beast's cock.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of the horse's head and gave a little tug; he was honestly kind of surprised how soft the textured shaft was, in spite of how erect it looked. Even with his middle finger and thumb he could barely wrap his hand around 2/3rds of the beast's meaty endowment, so he wrapped both hands around it and gave another tug. This time he felt the glans expand in his palms as the horse bucked a bit, almost knocking the malamute off his feetpads, causing him to let go of the prize and land on his tail beside the horse's front hoof.

Oatz got agitated again, stomping about and almost stepping on Gauge's hands. There was a moment where Gauge felt it'd be safer to just leave, but that cock was entirely too appealing, and he had to have another feel, preferably a taste.

Slightly less nervous, the Malamute got back to his knees and wiped his hands on his jeans, ready to get another good feel of the horse's shaft. This time, he reached one paw around the soft velvety base to feel the veins throbbing and muscles tensing, while the other paw would gently stroke up and down the textured length, wrapping around the median ring before tugging gently all the way to the base of the glans. As he gave a series of strokes, a musky sweet aroma began to clog up Gague's nose. He aimed his gaze right to Oatz's engorged cock tip to see a glistening bead of fluid emerging from the opening; he cupped his palm over it again, this time smearing thick viscous precum all over his paw pads. Not wasting a second, he immediately put his moist palm up to his nose and took a deep inhale, savouring every bit of the aroma before licking his palm off, cleaning it of the horse's sticky fluids.

"Mrrrf!" he growled to himself in pleasure, his tongue hanging out in lust as he reached back up, cupping the stallion's cock once again, this time rubbing up and down the shaft as he did so.

Oatz bucked again, arching his back and tensing up his muscles to force the cock forward into Gauge's paw, the head tensing up and the shaft getting firmer as another wad of sticky precum splattered in between the malamute's claws, messing up the fur and leaving a puddle of goo running down his palm. Still an opportunist, he slapped the messy hand down into his crotch, smearing the viscous fluid all over his bulging red shaft; he could the beginnings of a knot stir as he rubbed himself gently.

"Screw this." He said to himself as he leaned forward, mouth open and tongue lolling out to catch a drop of the stallion's nectar. He was being careful, but Oatz bucked again and forced his cock into Gauge's open mouth for a split second before tugging back out, leaving a strand of saliva and precum trailing from the beast's cock to the tip of Gauge's tongue.

The taste was heavenly. Sweet but a little bitter, salty but earthy. Gauge wrapped both hands around the now-moist, glistening horse cock and shoved the tip in his maw. He had one hand around the shaft, the other enjoying the bulge of the median ring between his fingers; he wanted control, so even if the stallion bucked, it wouldn't make him gag.

Closing his lips around the thick member as best he could, Gague bobbed his head back and forth, letting the stallion's weighty shaft slide along his soft, tender tongue. Every few seconds a small bead of fluid would dribble out the end of the horse's cock and give the back of Gauge's tongue something pleasant to taste before he instinctively swallowed, the suction of his maw sucking gently on the meaty cock tip, coaxing every bit of fluid from the shaft like a straw.

Oatz bucked again, this time with more force but not as fully; it was a shallow thrust that forced the end of the cock to slide down Gauge's tender throat but didn't knock the eager malamute off balance. Immediately, he pulled the meat out of his mouth and realigned his jaw, drooling a mixture of precum and saliva on his jeans.

"Damn it, now they're gonna think I pissed myself." He mumbled. Not sure where to go next, he leaned back down to clean off the moist dimple in the head before standing up, brushing the hay off his pants. As he looked around, not sure where to go or what to do, the stallion turned to stare right at him with one big, blue eye, stomping a hoof and snorting.

Gauge took this as an invitation. He immediately pushed his pants down and hopped out of them, leaving only his blue harness on. He adjusted it a bit before turning and bending over for the stallion, raising his tail as he reached back between his legs to grab at the horse's meaty cock. There was another supply of warm, slick precum drooling out the end of it, so Gauge used the stallion's member to moisten his tailhole, rubbing the slick member over his tender pucker.

Eager to feel the horse's meaty flesh parting his own, the malamute bent his knees and pushed his back up against Oatz's powerful, muscled belly, trying to aim the horse's cock against his moist, tender tailhole. He managed to use the glans to smear more cum under his tail, but found that no matter how much he wiggled and rocked he couldn't quite get that thick cock to press against his rump at quite the right angle so he could push back and feel it spreading him wide.

He kept his paw wrapped around the end of Oatz's cock, wiggling his hips and leaning back, hoping to feel the slick head of the horse's cock slip under his tail, but no matter what he did, the angle felt wrong. He pushed back, the cock would slip downwards and poke at his furred balls. He'd try again and it'd slip between the cheek and his tail. Every time he pushed back, Oatz would buck gently, arching his backs and thrusting his hip forward to help the malamute, but no matter what happened, the cock kept slipping to the side, and wouldn't hit its mark.

Frustrated, Gauge let the cock go to hang between his legs, and the stallion would flex to have it slap up against the malamute's crotch. Still leaning against the powerful beast, Gauge looked around to see if there was anything that could help him out, perhaps a stool or something that would allow him to get his tailhole elevated at the right height, as he couldn't quite bend his legs properly.

Oatz began to get irritated again, swaying his head about, his golden mane shimmering in the pale light of the barn as he nickered and stomped a hoof down repeatedly. His cock swung back and forth in between muscle tensions that raised it up to slap at Gauge's tail.

"Hold your horses." Gauge grumbled, just as frustrated as the stallion. Reluctantly, he lowered his tail and stood up, idly scritching at the stallion's mane as he looked around, re-situating himself. His nose was still overwhelmed with the scent of aroused stallion and mare, so he knew he'd need to get off before he got back to the party or suffer a bulge in the pants he'd have to explain.

He was about to resort to fondling himself when he saw what looked like a harness hanging over the other side of the stall wall. He leaned over to look and saw a light blue harness, much like his own but much bigger to fit the stallion. He fiddled with it a bit before taking off one of the long straps with buckles on the end. He could see the buckles would almost certainly clip right onto his own sled harness, so he grinned and looked back at the stallion, who was still hard and hanging free.

After taking one final look through the barn to make sure nobody was watching, Gauge tossed the strap over the horse's back and clipped one buckle to his harness. He gave Oatz some more scritches before leaning down and fondling his member again, nuzzling up to the heavy, thick cock, smearing the fluids all over his face and licking up any stray beads, deeply inhaling as often as he could to savour every bit of the stallion's powerful musk.

Ready to move on, he reached under the stallion to grab the other side of the harness so he could buckle it on the other side of his own, completing the loop that would allow him to belly-ride the stallion, face up. Still on his knees, there was a bit of slack, so he leaned back until the strap tensed and he couldn't go farther down without dangling free. As he leaned back, he found that he could actually remain suspended almost a foot off the ground if he balanced his legs and body properly, using Oatz's front legs for balance and support.

Gauge hung face-up beneath Oatz's powerful, thick body by the strap that he'd connected to his own harness, horse cock rubbing against his belly and smearing equine fluids between the two. His head was between the powerful stallion's front legs and he could look up to see the feral beast looking down at him with his intense, blue eyes. His own cock was hard as rock, throbbing and spewing his own fluids to mix with the horses on his belly fur as he bucked his hips up to rub the two members together; a red canine rod rubbed against the softer, velvety equine flesh as he used his free hand to hold them together, getting the most of the sensation as they rubbed dicks.

Ready to let the eager stallion take the plunge, the malamute pulled himself forward to realign the head of the equine's shaft with the underside of his tail, smearing more of the combined fluid against his pink pucker. He took in a deep breath and relaxed, using Oatz's front legs as leverage to push down on the lengthy, girthy shaft.

With a pleasant squelch, he felt the horse's tender cock tip compress and force itself into him, slipping through his tailhole and stretching the pink flesh around the thick shaft before expanding inside him. Instinctively, he tensed up and gasped in pleasure, the pressure forcing the thicker glans deeper into him.

"Oooooh!" Gauge moaned aloud, eyes rolling back in his skull as he rocked his body back and forth to get the most out of the impressive girth that was buried in him.

Oatz threw his head back and thrust his hips forward, feeling his cock smothered in tender malamute rump. He knew to push deep, treating the malamute as a brood mare that he needed to fill with his seed. With another nicker, he lowered his head and arched his back pushing his cock as deep into the malamute as he could, but the power only made Gauge swing away from his endowment!

Gauge, seeing what needed to be done, lifted his legs up around the strap that was suspending him to throw the balance off, leaving his back on the ground and his horsecock filled rump high in the air. His shoulders were resting on the backsides of Oatz's front hooves, gThe malamute looked up over his body and his rock hard knot to see the horse's thick, pulsating member forcing itself deeper into him inch by inch with each thrust. He had to hold onto the straps to keep himself from going off balance while the stallion thrust his hips forward in incrementally deeper thrusts. This stallion was amazingly gentle for such a powerful beast, he was probably trained.

The canine's toes curled in delight as he felt every inch of Oatz's length push into him; he watched eagerly as the beast's median ring inched towards his pucker before eventually disappearing into him, the throbbing equine member pulsing with every heartbeat. He tried to keep his composure, but found himself gritting his teeth as the stallion's massive flare exploded in him! He could feel his belly distending as burst after burst of hot sticky horse cum spewed into him, the sensation of the stallion's already thick cock stiffening and contracting with each ejaculation intensifying the pleasure with each grunt they shared.

The two of them were tensing up in unison, grunting and moaning as the stallion's member expanded to facilitate the flow of his seed into the depths of the malamute's rump. Gauge had to let go of the straps that held him so he could rest his palm on his belly; he could actually feel the defined rim of the throbbing flare that was bulging his belly out, and there was a gentle sloshing as his body rocked back and forth with the horse's weakening thrusts. He could feel Oatz's girth getting softer and thinner as the beast shot the last of his seed.

Gauge's entire lower torso felt warm with horse cum as his tailhole pulsated, not wanting to let the stallion's length go. He could feel the rod shrinking inside him, the flare softening and the entire length shriveling up inside him. It was a true shame horses didn't last longer because he could have enjoyed the sensation of having an arm-thick stallion cock buried in him for hours at a time. Like any equine, Oatz had climaxed quickly and left the malamute cream filled, only moments later losing arousal as his cock retreated back into its sheathe.

But poor Gauge didn't want to let that glorious member go just yet, so he reached over his body and tensed his anal ring to trap the still somewhat distended flare inside him, but it was no use. As the girth continued to retreat, it slipped effortlessly out from its moist confines with a wet pop, spewing horse cum all over the underside of Gauge's tail and leaving the needy malamute gaped open for a moment, allowing the cool night air to tickle at his cum-soaked insides. His eyes were rolled back in his skull and his tongue lolled out as he relished the lingering sensation of heat that filled his tailhole, the remnants of friction that tingled for a few minutes after the stallion's member had long since escaped Gauge's rump.

He used one finger to tickle at his gaped anal ring, inserting it and stirring up the cum inside him. He loved the sensation of his digit sliding effortlessly into his rump, massaging his anal walls. When he finally opened his eyes, he could see that his belly was a creamy mess, smeared with his own seed he hadn't realized he'd released; evidently he'd been focusing too much on the horse to worry about his own dick. Much to his pleasant surprise, there were still occasional bursts of thin, clear cum jetting out from his pointed tip and onto his chest between his pecs. He still needed to finish himself off, so he wrapped one paw around the base of his knot and squeezed, using his other hand to gently stroke at his length.

With the combination of his own manual pleasure, the tingling left over from the friction of thick horse cock thrusting in and out of him, and the deep warmth that came from the horse cum inside him, it didn't take him long for his knot to turn completely solid and start shooting wad after wad of cum all over himself. He tried aiming his cock at his mouth so he could get a taste, but it was bitter compared to the much sweeter horse cum that was in his rump; this thought gave him a great idea.

Fingers covered in his own cum, he fumbled about with the buckles on the strap for a moment before releasing one, letting him fall to the ground on his back. "Oomph!" he grunted, slowly moving to the side and getting to his feet. As he felt his belly, he could feel the cum inside him leaking out his tailhole, so he raised his tail and let it dribble into his palm so he could bring his paw to his face, licking it up.

He didn't push out all the horse's seed, he wanted to save some for later so he clenched tight and put his pants back on. He rubbed his paws off on his chest and gave the stallion a long hug, enjoying the warmth of the larger, more powerful beast.

Oatz nodded his head slowly, nuzzling into Gauge's neck and nibbling at his shoulders. He wasn't horny anymore, but he certainly enjoyed the company.

"You don't go far, stud." Gauge whispered. "Give it a few minutes and that mare'll have you horny again."

Reluctantly, Gauge tossed the strap back with the horse's harness and snuck back out of the barn, doing all he could to clean off the cum from his chest. He really didn't need to explain to the others why his chest was covered in white creamy fluid, or why his pants were wet and he still had a bulge in his crotch.

Ah well. Maybe he'd just stay in the barn the rest of the night.