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The sound of Mardi Gras was filled with pounding music and the wailing sound of trumpets that played a mish mash of every sort of music imaginable. The wild sound of accordions blended to create a Cajun beat while others took on the plaintive tone of the blues and others kept the pure tones of jazz playing. The influx of tourists swelled the city full to brimming until even the worst hotels were booked solid and had nearly tripled their rates. The inhabitants of New Orleans merely braced down for another year of heavy traffic and lines at every store they might want to go too. Many people even timed their vacations to leave the city before it became overfilled with families and rowdy college students who were apt to cause problems. The few that remained either enjoyed the excitement, couldn't get the time off or were too poor to actually leave.

Jason didn't understand why anyone would want to leave a festival that combined the best of music with the best of food. And the hint of sex that was on the air certainly didn't hurt his feelings on the matter. He had been trying for three years to get down here to see Mardi Gras and each year he had had his vacation turned down. There were always a hundred reasons why he couldn't leave his position for a vacation at that time. The computer systems had a new upgrade, some new project was about to go live, or other people with more seniority had asked for it off. But not this time. This time he had been able to secure the days off as well as a rather pleasant hotel room right in the Garden District. He had everything planned out and set, so the sensation of finally setting foot in the Mardi Gras crowd made a grin pull at the edges of his lips.

It was wild and raucous. It was free and loud. It was filled with people pushed together in a mad crush that only alcohol and the sight of glittering gold, purple and green could bring together. The beads were thrown and the floats crawled through the city as Jason luxuriated in all of it. He drank it all in greedily and eagerly took pictures. The only thing that vaguely confused him was the unnatural gathering of antrho's that had pushed into the crowd. The normally timid creatures mingled with the humans as they sold their wares in loud brazen voices. A few of the more colorful avians had taken positions on the edges of the crowd and used their louder voices to boast tours and souvenirs. Some of the larger anthros were offering cart rides through the city.

Every city had them, but he'd never seen them in such groups and so many. He was used to the odd canine or feline, but everywhere he looked they were wild and exotic. It wasn't until his second day that he found out that the French Quarter had embraced them after years of work. A few clubs had opened up owned by them and other bars had picked up the unique option of being served by them. They bartended and waited tables, they worked the streets and had slowly taken the place of the four legged mules that used to do buggy rides. Instead large bulls, mules, donkeys and horses began to pull the buggies as well as give the tours. And were able to be paid less as well. It's what made things work in the city and it made Jason feel slightly amused that the deep south had embraced them so well.

On the day of actual Mardi Gras Jason gave into his temptation to see one of the anthro run bars and found himself sauntering down near the river front and just off Jackson Square. Despite the fact it was only one in the afternoon he was already pleasantly drunk and grinning like a fool as he pushed through the groups that took pictures and peered about. His hotel had been able to give him vague directions towards the club and the caution that it wasn't particularly friendly towards humans after dark. He'd taken the warning with a smile and nod, but little other thought on the matter. After all, he had heard the warnings about nearly every part of town. There were always spots that had warning about muggers or rowdy parties or groups that could cause problems after dark. Most of them were wise warnings, but he had been to enough large cities to not take them too terribly seriously. All it took was a bit of caution.

The club in question was actually far enough away from Jackson square that he had nearly given up finding the neon sign, but after taking a few turns and asking one bright eyed looking mouse he found his way to it. The Midnight Hour was a club that looked much like any other when looked at from the outside. Sure there were only a few humans in line to get in, but still it was the same beer signs and same posters advertising bands like other places, but nothing too terribly different. It wasn't until he walked into the bar that he found that the place was far different from what he had grown used to. What he expected in a club was reevaluated from the seats on up. Quite literally.

The chairs weren't designed like the ones he was used. Instead they had dips and indentations for tails and taller than he was used too. They weren't made with humans in mind. The floor was solid rock, but it wasn't polished smooth. It was textured with small markings so that it offered traction when he padded across the crowded dance floor and towards the bar. As he watched a bull with thick heavy hooves moving over the floor it was clear it was made to be tough and resistant to hard hooves and claws. The lights were what he was used to and the sound of the music, but everything was subtly off. Even the smell. The scent on the air wasn't of liquor and smoke, but of something animalistic and musky that lingered in the senses.

And throughout the entire club there were only a handful of humans. The furrys took up most of the space as they drank and chatted among their own. They paired off by species for the most part and crowded the dance floor as well as picked out places to drink around booths and high topped tables. None of them looked up or gave him more than a sniff as he passed through the various crowds. They didn't seem to care that another human had come into their midst. There was no hint of deference to them. He had become used to seeing them make way for humans, but within their own club they barely shifted when he tried to push through them. It was a strangely unnerving sensation to see just how large some of them were when they didn't lower their eyes and heads when he looked up at them. Unnerving and thrilling.

It was akin to walking in the midst of a zoo with the bars removed. He came close to muscular tigers with thick striped pelts and sharp curved fangs and massive bears that were nearly three feet taller then him with broad paws with wicked claws. Their forms rippled with muscles with nothing between him and them except for a bit of space and their clothing. He fought the urge not to stroke the soft pelts and managed to be marginally successful no matter how much his fingers twitched. They were dangerous, beautiful and deadly. Even the great bulls with their golden sweeping horns and proud stags with thick neck ruffs had their own deadly grace.

Jason took a position at the long bar towards one end well away from the dance floor and settled in the watch. It was easy to see why humans had found their way in here, at least in part. Many of the other humans were obviously watching just as he was and enjoying the display of the furrys in a place where they felt comfortable and home. But there were others that had a far different agenda. It took him several drinks and nearly an hour to figure out how the handful of humans that had caught his eye were different. They wore slightly revealing outfits and moved amidst the furrys with a swing to their hips as they tried to get close. Not just to see them better, but to 'accidentally' brush against them and their fingers lingered against furred arms.

Their eyes weren't avid with curiosity, but with near lust as they looked over the animalistic people. They didn't just want to watch, but the experience what was being offered in the midst of the club far more intimately then just through a few casual encounters. Jason leaned back and watched one particular woman who set her sights on a heavy furred looking wolf and the purposeful way that she stalked him. It was disgusting. It was degrading. Humans shouldn't mingle with anything that looked so much like a dog. Let alone mingle with the obvious intent on fucking it. It made his lip curl up slightly as he watched the pair continue to get closer and closer.

"My my, you look as if your drink isn't treating you nearly as well as it should be." A deep voice murmured to one side of him. "Otto normally makes such lovely concoctions to. A shame you found one that isn't quite so delicious."

Jason jerked a bit and smoothed his furrowed brow before shifting on the stool. "The drink is fine, I was just think... ing.." He hesitated on the last word as he came nearly nose to muzzle with a massive flea bitten grey head and smooth muzzle.

"The Mardi Gras isn't for thinking, boyo." The horse laughed in a sound like a whicker as he threw his head back so the thick forelock flopped out of his eyes. "It's for enjoying yourself and you don't seem to be doing that in our fair city."

"I was just watching." Jason shrugged and shifted away from the stallion who had perched on the stool next to him. "It's my first time here and I've never seen anything quite like this."

"Oh? Well then! A drink for a new comer. It's always nice to see new faces." The stallion drawled and straightened up to lean over the bar. "Oy! Otto! Drinks down here!"

Jason squirmed and glanced around nervously before back at the stallion. The half clothed stallion. The flea bitten grey draft horse only boasted a set of cut off jeans and a loose vest that spread open over his bare chest. The muscles rippled beneath the smooth brushed fur and the edge of the lower back. The thick dark grey mane fell down along the arch of the neck and spilled towards the edges of the upper shoulders in heavy waves. But, by contrast, the tail was a short docked braided nub that twitched back and forth above the rise of the pants. Everything about the anthro screamed work horse, he could almost see the faint trace of where a harness must have been resting against the broad chest. The last thing he wanted to do was sit here and drink with the stallion. He was comfortable watching the creatures, not drinking with them.

"I really shouldn't... It's getting late and I was going to go down-" He stammered slightly and the words were cut off as the lean Doberman bartender dropped two shot glasses and beers in front of them. "I suppose just one drink."

"Well enjoy the hospitality, lad." The stallion plucked the mug up with thick nailed fingers and raised it up. "Besides, it's still too hot to go marching around the city."

"I suppose." He reached out and picked up the shot glass dubiously. He wasn't about to turn down a free drink even if it was from a horse. "I'm Jason Hallens, by the way. Thanks for the drink."

"I'm Fax. Shadowfax." The big stallion showed large square teeth in a grin as he chose the moment Jason had tossed back the thick dark rum to give his name.

It was good rum, excellent rum, thick and sweet, but with enough bite that he knew it was stronger then what he had been getting. And all that was ruined as he choked at the stallion's name and started to gag and sputter. Fax's whickering laughter didn't help in the least bit as he scrambled to grab the bottle of beer to wash the burning sensation from his throat.

"Easy easy... damn!" The stallion whickered another laugh and slapped him roughly on the back. "Don't choke."

"Gah.. I'm okay.. okay.." Jason gasped out while tears rolled down his cheeks as he coughed a few times and cleared his throat. "Seriously, what's your name."

"Shadowfax." The stallion grinned again and moved one hand to pat his back against to try and clear the last coughing fit from Jason's lungs. "But I prefer Fax."

"God, are you serious? Like from Lord of the Rings?" Jason tossed back a gulp of beer and breathed a sigh of relief as the last of the burning sensation in his throat past. "I saw that movie."

"Ha! Yeah, like in the book. But nice to meet ya, Jason. Especially another Lord of the Rings fan." The big stallion winked one liquid brown eye. "So you hanging around with some of the other humans here or did you wander in by yourself?"

"Eh, by myself. I heard about this place and we don't have anything like it up north. I wanted to get a good look." Jason relaxed slightly, the amusement over Fax's name and the obvious humor in the stallion's eyes made it easy to relax. Even if he did look like he should be working in a petting zoo. "It's neat. Normally the south is pretty closed off."

"Don't you know? New Orleans is the seat of sin and debauchery! And we've been workin' here in the Quarter since we came out. Eventually we wanted our own space an' we make a good tourist attraction. Those that don't want to be made a fuss over just work towards the Garden District, here well..." Fax gestured with one hand towards the room in general and the people that had gathered together. "This is a good spot to get to know one another. Good for the refugees from Mexico to recoup and find jobs too."

"Mexico? They're coming up from there." Jason gave a bit of a jerk in shock at the news. "But, how are they getting over the border? Is that allowed?"

It was an opening for Fax who started to speak in a lazy slow tone about the state of the world from an anthros point of view. Jason started the first part of the conversation looking for a polite way to draw away from the stallion, especially after noticing that a few people were looking at them with intense and knowing looks. But after they finished off their beer he found himself drawn into the stallion's conversation about how they had set up New Orleans so that it was welcoming to them in such a way that they wouldn't be shunned. It was interesting from an anthropological stand point and it was enough that he more than willingly dragged out his wallet to pay for another round of beer and shot so he could listen. Before too long, he started to talk as well.

It was the first time he'd ever really talked to any of the anthros and he found Fax remarkably well spoken, though the alcohol slowed both of them down as round three and four passed by. The words started to blur together as he found himself laughing occasionally at jokes he was pretty sure weren't that funny. Then again, it was hard not to laugh when the stallion whickered out laughter in that equine voice and whistled his amusement. By the time it was dark outside the bar doors and he was on the sixth round Jason felt as if he were floating a bit and he struggled to his feet with a lurch. The only thing that kept him upright was the heavy draft horse's hand on the scruff of his neck.

"It's gettin' dark, I should be goin' 'cause it's not good ta hang out here after dark." Jason slurred with a bit of a grin that stretched the edges of his lips.

"Aw c'mon, darlin'. We're having a good talk." Fax blinked his eyes slowly and made a show of looking around, "But it's gettin' damn crowded ain't it?"

"Yeah, crowded... Hard not ta be when yer takin' up two stools." Jason snickered and gripped the edge of the bar when the stallion released his balancing hold.

"Oh well, let's go upstairs then. Private bar, jus' fer the anthros, but ain't no shame takin' up a human or two 'long as they're with one of us." Fax beamed a bit and reached out to pick up their half full bottles of beer.

"Upstairs?" Jason frowned a bit and tried to remember exactly why he was supposed to leave here when it got dark. "Guess so, ya gotta buy the next round though."

"Heh, sure darlin', I'll buy the next few even. C'mon, follow me an' don't go wanderin'. This late at night folks get a might worked up." The large horse shifted with the dull clop of the plate sized hooves before turning around. "Ya just keep close an' they'll know yer with me."

"'Kay, Fax, I'll do that." Jason grinned a bit stupidly as the broad back stepped forward and started to push his way through the club.

He knew that he should be heading off, but it was so hard to think when he had been drinking. Especially when he'd been indulging in rum that was obviously the harsher stuff. Still, it was appealing to be able to settle down somewhere quieter and to continue their conversation. He'd never had more then a handful of words with any of the furrys and Fax was a remarkable horse. He grinned a little bit and didn't notice the fact that several of the anthros were watching him closely as he followed the broad back. Their gaze followed their progress with varying measures of amusement and heat that would have disturbed him if he had really noticed. Instead, his eyes were locked on the thick grey mane and bobbing short tail just in front of him. All the way up a hidden stair case.

"C'mon, go on in." Fax stopped once they reached the top of the stairs and halted at one of the many doors that lined a narrow hall.

"How many rooms does this place have?" Jason blinked a little bit as the door opened up into something that looked like a sitting room.

"Oh we got a few, most o' us don't like goin' home after dark when all the humans have been drinkin'" Fax drawled out and stepped in behind him before closing the door firmly. "Best that we got a place ta go. Ah good, got the bottle right here."

Jason wandered to what looked like a backless couch and settled himself down onto the worn brown leather with a sigh. The silence after the sound of the club made his mind buzz as he looked at the dim light cast from lamps set against the wall. The only furniture was an end table that held a bottle and the low backless couch, but it was massive. Obviously it was made for larger bodies then a human, but at least it was comfortable and heavily padded. It was probably used as a bed if what Fax said was true and it wouldn't make that bad of a bed in the least bit. It was actually quite plush feeling and he shifted so that he could press his back against one of the oversized arms.

"Here ya go.. want a drink?" The stallion dropped down with a groan and picked up the bottle so he could deftly twist off the lid. "Got plenty."

"Yeah, I'll take a swig." He leaned forward to grab the bottle and sniffed the mouth of it. The familiar scent of rum invaded his senses and he grinned a little stupidly before tossing back a mouthful. "You got a comfy spot here. Never thought the anthros would think of this."

"Yeah, we gotta good thing here." Fax took the bottle back so he could take a longer drink. "Ya don't got too high of an opinion of us do ya?"

"Ahh..." Jason stumbled a little as the large muzzled stallion gave him a long penetrating look. "You gotta admit the media isn't that kind about your folks. I mean.."

"Yeah, I seen it. Don't mean it's true. Hell don't think ya believe yourself." The bottle was offered back to him for a drink. "Most of 'em paint us as human hating cowards."

"Mmm, yeah but you don't seem to mind bringin' them here at all." Jason took a longer swig of the rum and wrinkled his nose at the sharp taste. "Guess that makes them wrong."

"I love humans." Fax whickered a laugh and narrowed his eyes a little bit. "Now, other horses they're not that interestin'. Least not to me. I mean, hell. No matter how big a horse is, it's not like they're gonna make much of an impact to somethin' that makes a habit of fuckin' things just as big."

Jason faltered as he passed the bottle and blinked his glazed eyes a few times at the matter of fact tone and the words. They didn't make sense with the conversation, but as soon as his drink fogged mind figured it out he flushed a hot dark red and coughed. The stallion plucked the bottle from his hands with a snort of amusement before taking another drink himself. Jason was suddenly very very aware of the fact that he was sitting on the couch with the massive creature. An animal that walked on two legs that was, by all rights, just a bare step above the horses that they kept carefully contained in stalls and farms.

"Yeah well... that's all you." He spoke gruffly and shifted a bit further away in discomfort. "I've never put much thought into it."

"What? Are you kiddin' me?" The grey ears flipped up as the stallion offered him the bottle back. After a moment he took it, though was careful to grip the bottom of the bottle away from the hand. "There ain't a human out there that hasn't been curious."

"I'm not. It's not right." Jason sat up a bit and swirled the liquid in the bottle. "I've seen folks that think it's alright, but it ain't. I mean, humans aren't made for animals. If they were they'd be fuckin' their dogs."

"Oh come on, Jason, that's ludicrous. You know they do! They just don't talk about it." Fax tilted his head to one side as he spoke. "Don't you ever wonder what it's like to be with somethin' that isn't all human, darlin'? I mean hell, all ya got are those short little bits an' nothing fun. Haven't you ever seen the toys in the adult shops? There's reasons they're not just shaped like human peckers."

"Hey!" He sat up a bit offended. "No, I'm not curious." He shifted and leaned backwards before swallowing several gulps of the strong liquor. At least he could blame the hot rush of color on his cheeks on the liquor.

"Not at all eh?" The stallion shifted and dropped his hands down on the thickly padded couch so he leaned forward. "Boyo, you wouldn't have come here if ya weren't curious about us. An' not just how we're workin' here in the South an' how we got a club up and running. Why did you come here?"

"Not for that!" Jason snapped out and pushed harder against the arm of the couch as the heavy bodied stallion came closer. The large dark grey muzzle was close enough that he could see the small whiskers that bristled along the chin. "Just to see something different."

"Drink some more, darlin'. Just a little more." Fax murmured and the broad nostrils flared open wide and a hot puff of breath hit against him. "Ya got somethin' different here. An' you've been learnin' a lot haven't you?"

"But..." Jason stumbled over the words as his drunk mind tried to process what was being said. He didn't get more then that word out before a thick nailed finger pushed the bottom of the bottle and forced the mouth up against his lips.

"Drink some more, darlin'. I'll give ya all the strange and unusual you could want. We're not that different in some ways." The stallion murmured and Jason tried to protest, but a cool splash of rum flooded his mouth so that he was forced to gulp it down. "We're like you too, 'cept we're closer ta nature. Closer ta the world ya don't pay that much attention too. That's why ya all come here, ta see us like we're a buncha freaks, don't you?"

The hand on the bottle let up and Jason came up sputtering and gagging. His stomach burned with the heat of the liquor as he gasped in a breath. "I don't think you're a bunch of freaks! Never said that!"

"No, ya didn't, did ya? You came here wantin' somethin' different and you found it. But you're too frightened of the unknown to take it by yourself." Fax's voice was a low rumble as he dropped the bottle to one side. Jason tried to follow the movement, but his eyes were having problems focusing through the haze of liquor.

"I don't... I just wanted to see the club. That's it.." He gasped out the words as the stallion's large body came closer. So close that he could taste the strange musk of equine on the air and feel the heat of the body.

"You wanted to see? No, boy, I think you came to touch, to feel, to know.." Fax murmured softly and one of the hands gripped his wrist while the grey equine kneeled up on the couch. "So I will let you see and touch and know.."

"B-but... HEY! Stop that! What are you doing!" Jason's words came out sharply as his hand was tugged to the edge of the stallion's shorts.

Fax didn't answer, instead his hand was tugged until they pushed beneath the line of the shorts and brushed against the bare belly fur. Jason let out a soft whimper and tried to drag his hands back, but the stallion's grip was firm as he was forced to feel lower along the belly. The soft brush of the fur that ran along the loins was velvety to the tips of his fingers, but that wasn't why his hands were being forced downwards. Instead, the stallion tugged his digits down so that he brushed something warm and fleshy, and not furred at all. He let out a soft whimper while his digits were forced to brush along the swell of the equine girth and were pushed down against something that felt like a pouch.

The broad nose bumped against his cheek as he let out a whimpered protest, but the grip on his wrist didn't let up in the least bit. The hold forced him to feel flesh swelling and pushing against the palm of his hand. His fingers curled around it and he contemplated trying to pinch the sensitive flesh to force the stallion to let him go, but the presence of a form so much larger than his own kept him frozen in place. It was all too easy to imagine what the massive stallion would do if he were angered and his mind wasn't thinking fast enough to find another way out of it. He swallowed roughly and his fingers flexed as the thick shaft continued to ooze out against his hand and Fax let out a harsh snort that sent the breath fluttering against his short hair.

The stallion pulled backwards and leaned back far enough that his other hand moved down and pushed the edge of his shorts down. "That's a good boy, see? Not so bad once you give in.."

"But... oh.. s-sweet jesus.." Jason's protests died on his tongue as he stared down at what the edge of the pants revealed.

A heavy mottled shaft flopped free, wrinkled and still soft as it oozed out of the sheath and against his fingers. The glans caught his eyes as it rubbed along his palm and the mottled flesh drooled downwards inch by slow inch. It was nearly as wide as the palm of his hand and the fleshy edges formed a belled tip that rose up as the blood gorged it. The black and pink mottled flesh stirred while he yanked his wrist back and swallowed roughly. He barely paid attention to the pain of the rough hoof tipped fingers scraping against the back of his wrist and arm. The monstrous equine cock caught his entire horrified attention as another heavy inch disgorged itself and it swayed back and forth. There was nothing human there. Nothing that came remotely to his own size. Nothing that made him feel at all at ease. Especially not when the hand grabbed his wrist and pulled it down again.

"Do ya wonder why so many come here now, Jason?" Fax murmured and a hot breath whuffled against his ear. "Touch me, feel me, feel why your females seek my kind out and how we can fill them."

"Oh god, it's too big." Jason whimpered as his hand was forced to wrap around the swell of the glans and the fleshy warmth continued to harden and fill out.

The whickered laughter teased his ears while the grip on his wrist forced him to feel the smoothing velvety skin smoothed out and the muscles beneath began to tighten. The mottled cock rubbed along the palm of his hand as he was forced to rub his fingers downwards towards the heavy strained sheath. The light brush of his finger tips trailed down to feel the medial ring and the heavy cock pulsed slightly and he felt the throb right along the vein that rain along it before a thick syrupy drool of precum splashed against his shirt. It was more then just a beading of lubrication, but a thick slimy drop that splashed down to and the strands clung from the tip all the way to his belly.

Before he knew it the shaft was hard and flexing to slap right up against the underside of the bare chest. The vest spread open to frame on either side of the heavy mottled cock before it dropped back down to brush against Jason's covered stomach. The human tried to shove himself backwards against the couch arm to get away, but he couldn't get away. He couldn't fight the sensation of the shaft caressing his fingers and the sharp scent of the musk on the air. His drunken mind tried to figure out how to get away, how to escape, but all he could concentrate on was the flexing cock that his fingers were forced to stroke. Forced to intimately feel the muscles tense to firm the cock up to slap against the belly with a splattering sound of precum flinging out against the bare chest.

"Taste me, human." The stallion dragged Jason's fingers up so that a thick slimy dribble of precum clung against his finger tips.

Jason's eyes bulged a little as Fax brought his hand up to his mouth so that his own fingers smeared along his lips. The slippery precum rubbed and glossed over his mouth while he tried to keep them in place. The hot scent of stallion filled his nose far more intimately then it had done with just the feel of the creature close to him. It was a raw thick scent that he couldn't escape and only grew as the scent smeared his lips. Fax didn't seem concerned that he didn't try to taste the sticky precum, instead the stallion released his hand after liberally spreading the mess on Jason's lips and moved them down to hook along the tight band of his jeans.

"NO!" The words escaped him without thought and he drunkenly shoved away from the couch. His body bucked upwards while the hoof tipped fingers tugged and pulled against the button of his jeans. "Stop it!"

"Oh little human, you'll enjoy it." The stallion whickered laughter, "You're already enjoying it, aren't you? Drunk on a bit of rum an' ready for a horse ride."

Jason's cheeks burned while the buttons on his jeans were popped open and the zipper yanked down to reveal his dark boxers. He automatically licked his lips nervously and grimaced as his tongue swiped up the salty taste of horse pre over his tongue. The taste of it distracted him for the time it took for his pants to be roughly yanked over his hips and peeled away from him. He yelped out as his lower belly and his, embarrassingly, hardened shaft popped into view. The hard shaft flopped against his belly as an added humiliation. Not only was he mostly hard, but it was a pitiful toy when compared to the heavy mottled girth that hovered above it.

"I'm not... I DON"T KNOW WHY I AM!" Jason yelped out and the horse's hand moved down to rub right along the tip of his cock. The thick finger looked nearly as thick as his cock tip. And he'd always considered himself decently large, but the horse seemed to mock his size just with a touch.

"Oh my, it looks like you enjoyed my rum, didn't you?" The stallion shifted up onto his knees and the fingers trailed down to cup right against Jason's balls. "A little drug I like to use to make sure you show your real desires."

"I don't.. oh... god..." He moaned out as the fingers curled firmly along his balls and kneaded them. "Please... st-stop that.."

"Oh I will, my new toy." Fax's thick lips pulled back in a wicked smile that showed the flat blunt teeth.

"Notta.. toy.." He gasped out and arched his back as the thumb rubbed upwards to tease the tip of his cock in slow circles.

"Yes you are, ya came here to see somethin' new and now you'll experience it all.." The finger slipped away from his cock with a final slow rub that left his shaft twitching against his belly. "I knew when I saw ya that you'd be a fighter, but they all give in. All love it. All come back..."

Jason opened his lips to answer, but all that came out was a soft moaning cry as the fingers brushed along his balls before the powerful hands gripped his hips. His body was tugged backwards and turned as he tried to keep on his back. His eyes bulged as he watched the flared nostrils and the glazed eyes on the stallion. A look of uncompromising lust that made his loins tighten slightly as he was flipped onto his stomach and forced over the arm of the couch. The leather pushed against his bare belly while one of the stallion's hands gripped against the edge of his pants and peeled them off his legs. His bare ass was pushed up in the air while his shaft was pinned right against the smooth leather. His shaft was almost painfully hard and his ears flipped back against his head before he let out a high pitched moan.

"Please.. don't gotta.. do this.." He panted out shallowly, but the words lacked force. His mind didn't want to think. The alcohol, the drugs, the arousal combined so that it was almost impossible to think of anything except the growing ache that was forming deep inside of him.

"Oh darlin', two edged sword. Neither one of us is gonna feel better until we get off. An' best thing ta do is help each other." The stallion's voice came with a low wicked laugh that belied the drawling friendly voice.

The human let out a grunt as the horse's hands moved down to grip against either one of his ass cheeks and squeezed them. The couch creaked as the massive equine form shifted behind him and the fingers gripped nearly bruisingly hard against his bare flesh. The globes were pried apart so that the heavy mottled shaft flopped down right along the crevice so he tensed up with a muted whimper. He twisted his head around to see the massive cock tip resting right along the small of his back oozing out a thick slippery puddle that dribbled downwards to slide just between his rump cheeks. Jason tensed and writhed, but he couldn't wiggle forward any further because of the arm of the couch. All he could do was feel the heavy thick shaft grinding and wedging between his cheeks.

One of the hands left his rump cheek so that the thick fingers gripped Jason's short hair and yanked the human's head back so he let out a short harsh cry. The swollen glans dragged backwards inch by slow inch so that the slimy trail fell down in thick slimy drops that rolled between his ass cheeks and dribbled all the way to the back of his balls. It wasn't until the tip slipped down and pushed up against his pucker that Jason jerked and tried to kick one of his legs back. His eyes snapped open wide as he felt just how large it was compared to the tight pink pucker. It was too big, too broad, too thick to possibly fit inside of him. It was break him, tear him, rip him apart and the urethra was meshed right up against his pucker oozing out thick drops of precum.

"My... little... mare..." Fax rumbled and the bare chest pressed down against the line of his back to keep him pinned in place.

The powerful muscled draft hips suddenly rolled forward and shoved up hard against his taut pucker and forced it inwards. The thick dribbles of precum were forced into his muscled passage before his anal ring was pried open wider and wider. A short harsh scream burst from Jason's throat as the opening was forced open wider and wider. The pain flared through him as he bucked and writhed beneath the weight of the other male, but the pain was mingled with horrible humiliating pleasure. With another short thrust the glans popped into him with a lewd wet noise forcing his anal ring to clamp down in a taut grip about it and squeezed. His legs spread open wide to try and deal with the girth that made him feel as if he were being torn in two.

Fax leaned forward and used his blunt teeth to grip the back of his neck as the hips drove forward into his body. The large shaft bowed under the pressure as his walls tried to contract and keep it out, force it out, but it continued to edge forward. The hot drooling viscous precum bubbled up from the tip and smeared within him as he felt his muscular inner passage straining open wider and wider. His breath caught in his throat only to feel the draft stallion lunge forward again and the massive glans sank just that much more. His eyes blurred slightly with tears of pain, but it was nothing compared to the fact his body betrayed him. His body reacted. His body felt the warm flesh caressing and rubbing places inside of him that made his cock pulse and throb against his belly.

The stallion pushed all the way to the point that thick medial ring nudged against his obscenely spread anal ring before the hips drew back. The veined flesh tugged and pulled along his passage while the glans rubbed places that made his hips jerk forward in short harsh bucks. His cock dribbled right along the edges of the leather couch as Fax pulled the hips backwards and pulled right against the outer ring. He felt the flare trying to pull and tug out of him before the grey hips slammed forward again. Precum was forced outwards as the cock flesh over filled him again and he felt rolls of it dribbling down against his balls before the medial ring hammered up against his splayed opening again.

This time Fax didn't stop, instead the teeth gripped him hard enough that he felt the skin bruising as the medial ring shoved it's way past his passage. It popped in with a lewd wet sound before his body was forced to swallow more and more of the too large cock. His pale hips were forced upwards into the air as she let out a short harsh squeal of shock. The throbbing shaft oozed out another dribble of precum that was flung deep into his bowels before the hips yanked backwards again. The medial ring popped free before the hips bucked forward again. Fax's breath puffed hot against the back of his neck as the stallion let out a feral snort and groan while his inner walls contracted and pulled around the shaft. The overwhelming ache slowly was driven away as the veined shaft caressed and rubbed over swollen sensitive nerves.

His cock flexed and drooled over the leather of the couch, and some part of his drunk lust fogged mind wondered how badly it would stain, but it was a fleeting thought. A moment of strange clarity before it was driven away before the powerful hips slammed forward again as his ass was forced higher in the air. He groaned out and pushed backwards as the tip shoved itself deep within him before pulling backwards again. The slow drag caressing through him that made his balls tense upwards before he was forced to endure another short buck upwards. The hot scent and feel of the stallion surrounded him, embraced him, wanted him. Even the hot rolls of syrupy precum that coated the back of his balls and smeared along his inner thighs.

The powerful lunges of the body against his own forced him towards fever pitch. It had nothing to do with making love, nothing even to do with fucking, it was a rough feral breeding. He was being pounded into as if he were a mare with as little regard to if he could take it all or not. The tip was growing thicker and thicker within him. It forced his walls apart while he screamed out and his walls clamped down to feel the flare spreading him painfully wide. His stomach was nearly bulging with it as the stallion's hips started to drive in a blur of movement so that all he heard was the harsh slapping sound of flesh on flesh. It made him writhe and arch upwards as his balls pulled up taut and his cock started to swell under the constant assault of the hardened cock rubbing through him.

Jason was dimly aware that Fax's teeth left his neck, but it was lost as the creature gave a final buck forward as the cock swelled open wider and wider. IT reached an apex as the urethra jutted forward and formed a massive belled glans before the stallion let out an equine squeal of triumph. The sudden sound rattled through his chest while the first thick heavy rope of cum erupted out of the tip and flooded his passage. The goopy cream came out in a pressured wash that flowed deep inside of him while his walls clamped down tightly around it and suckled it inwards. He milked and caressed around the stallions twitching girth as he intimately felt each pump, each rope as the virile seed claimed every part of his bowels with animalistic seed.

As he milked around the stallion's girth he let out a short harsh groan and his body gave a final jerk against the couch. His face turned dark red, but he couldn't stop it. He couldn't hope to stop it. His body arched up as his own cock spasmed against his belly and a thin stream of cum spilled out against his chest. The pleasure rolled over him until he forced his hips backwards and rubbed along the powerful grey hips. He could feel the fleshy dark orbs bumping along his inner thighs each pulse along his cock came with a rippling clutch of his anal muscles. It only helped draw the thick heavy ooze into his body as Jason dropped his head down with a rough whimper.

His body was pounding in time with his heart beat, his mind too drunk to want to be horrified of his actions or orgasm. Or even the fact he let out soft moaning cries under his breath. His eyes closed while he gripped the edge of the arm chair and felt the hips grinding forward again before the stallion rested over his back and let out a final snort. One of the large hands moved to rub along the curve of his hip and the thick nails squeezed against his skin so that a soft whine was forced out past his lips. He lifted his head and blinked dazed eyes.

"Tell me, darlin', did you make a mess?" The voice whispered in his ear with soft pants while his walls clamped down and he felt the cock softening slightly, but it only added to the pleasure as the texture of the flesh changed.

"I.. y-yes.." He stammered and swallowed, his mouth feeling dry as the hand rubbed upwards along the curve of his hip.

"You wanted this, didn't ya? Wanted to know, to feel, to experience everything that I wad, didn't ya?" The stallion's hips gave a grinding push that stirred the softening shaft inside of him. Some of the seed squelched out with a wet noise.

"P-please, let me up..." Jason managed to gasp out before it dissolved into a low groaning cry when the hips pushed forward again.

"Oh no, boy, I think not..." The hoof tipped fingers rubbed upwards along the edges of the curve of the back and trailed up along the back of the neck. The hips slowly dragged backwards before pushing forward again with another lewd squelching noise.

"Please... making a mess.." He whimpered as he felt a thick roll of semen rolling down his inner thigh so it smeared against his pale skin.

"Oh my, you are fastidious.." Fax shifted and his upper body lifted away from him so that the stallion was kneeling behind him. "I suppose I better help ya, eh? Don't want you waddling outta here drooling out horse cum."

"Oh god." Jason flinched and his cheeks flared red again at the image of it. "I didn't w-want this.."

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" The grey hands moved to rub along his ass cheeks while the softening shaft tugged backwards. The heavy swollen flare pulled and tugged so that his body was forced to stretch and cling around it as it moved back.

"Y-yes.." He squeezed his eyes shut in horror at the admission. An admission that was proven by the sticky mess along his belly. "Please, just l-let me go clean up."

"Oh no, Jason. It would be my pleasure. After all, it's the least I can do given how many drinks you bought me." The large equine gave a squeeze against the ass cheeks. "I always try to make sure I pay my debts."

Jason opened his lips to answer, to try and coax the creature off of him. No matter how much his body was luxuriating in the afterglow of orgasm. Any attempts to speak were cut off as the cock still trapped inside of him gave a sudden twitch before a hot spray erupted from the tip. He jerked forward, but the hands that gripped his ass cheeks forced him back as the watery stream flooded deep into his bowels in a hot froth that made his walls clamp downwards to try and suckle around the shaft. For a moment he could only feel the panic that somehow the stallion was flooding him with cum again, but it passed quickly. The heat that filled him wasn't cum, not at all.

"YOU'RE PISSING IN ME!" Jason screamed the words out as the bubbling urine flowed in deep enough that it forced out some of the thicker strands of cum.

"Rrrrr good little mare," The stallion rumbled as the golden liquid cleaned his body out and Jason struggled to scramble forward.

One of the hands pushed down against the small of his back and effectively forced him to hold still as the stallion emptied his bladder. His cheeks burned a deep dark red and he choked off a sound of utter humiliation, but couldn't pull away. Couldn't escape. Couldn't find a way to even stop it from happening. The still flared cock tip shifted inside of him before the fleabitten grey hips yanked backwards and the glans popped free with a lewd wet noise. The final jet of hot piss sprayed up and over the line of his rump cheek so that dribbles of it spilled down to either side of his body. He was left trembling and the air thickened with the acrid scent. Marked, marked and fucked like a mare. And he couldn't even say it was rape, not when he had been humping against the couch.

"And when you come by tomorrow night, I expect you to still be wearing my scent, boy." One of the stallion's hands clapped him against the rump. "And you will come. No human will ever make you feel like that. No human will ever fill you like I did. No human can possibly do what I've done to you. You're mine now, boy."