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I am not unfamiliar with this city; ocean to the west, a bridge connecting it to the larger land mass from the east, north, and south. But the land around it is mostly rural. The sun was setting once more, the concrete boardwalk along the west a popular area for tourists to view the majestic view, the sun a red orb descending into the depths of the ocean below. The people ranging across every demographic: poor to rich, animal and man, young and old, vice versa.

To most, I am just an ordinary stallion, a draft horse with light brown fur, black mane and tail. My right arm, from shoulder to wrist, is covered in dark tattoos, a visual representation of war, suffering, and fire. My ancestors were the last members of a special tribe of Equines, one of men and women who could conjure up fire at will. During my mid-teens, I learned of this, and understood why I carried piercing red eyes, felt warmth without clothes, had a quick temper. The genes of those ancestors had been passed down to me, somehow.

But back to what I'm doing here. I'm here, sitting on this bench facing the waterfront, watching the sun set. Earlier this evening, I received a letter from... someone. They didn't leave a signature or any means of identification. I took the letter with me, keeping it folded in the pocket of my gray jeans. I was also wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a white hoodie, one with a particularly large hood, that hung over my eyes whenever it was up. I looked up and down the waterfront, the sounds of the city echoing from behind me, the words of conversations and waves of laughter and happiness mingling before me.

I pull out my Galaxy S3, checking the time. 6:29. As interested as I was in finding out who this mysterious contact was, I didn't want to wait all night. I keep looking up and down the walkway, now seeing more young couples and groups of college students walking about, smoking, kissing, drinking, enjoying themselves.

Finally, after checking my phone once more, I look up and see a figure walk by. She must have been five-foot-eight, shorter than myself. I couldn't help but let my eyes travel up and down her. Unlike the other waterfront patrons, she was wearing a dark purple jumpsuit, a light scale pattern on it, white plastic around her shoulders, neck, and her pelvis. She also had white boots on, like white boots from a stealth soldier's uniform. She then turned to look at me; a Dalmatian, her medium length black and gray hair braided and slung over her shoulder. And then I noticed that her tail was a nub. Best not to stare.

"Hey! What're you staring at?" She called out, her voice bearing richness, making it notable that she was older, maybe in her early 40's. Of course I chose now to act dumb, looking about, then back to her.

"Yes. You."

"I wasn't looking at you." Yes I was. Damn, for an older lass she had quite a figure, nice waist, round rear end, nice thighs, and maybe a C cup. I smiled, acting pleasant, but she walked over and looked me in the eye, her bright blue eyes meeting my sharp red ones. For the first time in a while, I felt a chill.

"Hmmm, I was told I'd be meeting a fellow with red eyes."

I felt my eye twitch.

"You don't happen to be the one I'm looking for, are you?"

I reach into my pocket and present her with the note, "I received this earlier today."

"Ah yes, then I am looking for you. Mister Jasyn Steelhoof."

"How do you know my name already?"

"I'll tell you later. Or maybe you'll figure it out. They call me Zaina." The Dalmatian smirked as her eyes darted about, observing my facial features.

"Okay, Zaina, why am I being called?" Since she's taking the opportunity to look me over, I do the same. She was wearing a little bit of light purple eye-shadow, lip gloss, and a cut on the right front of her bottom lip, perhaps where a piercing used to be. I then see a gold ring around her forefinger on the left hand.

"We've heard some rumors of a pyromancer in this city. When something of this nature comes about, we usually get involved with it." The Dalmatian stood up, placing her hands behind her, holding her wrists, "And we believe that you are what we're looking for. There is only one way to tell if the rumor is true. You bear the red eyes of the ancients, but do you bear their mark?"

I don't know what the hell she's talking about. I don't have any birthmarks or interesting scars. Then I think about my tattoo and have a moment of realization. I roll up the right sleeve of my hoodie and show her the entire tattoo. She grins as her eyes look over every detail.

"Ah, so it is true. There is a pyromancer in this city."

"Before we go any further, what is going on? Why is it important that I'm a pyromancer?" Zaina laughed and then turned around, her front facing the water.

"We usually try to bring people with special qualities together in the name of righteousness and order. Not an open organization, but more like a cohort under-wraps."

I stand up, stretching a bit before I return my attention to this woman.

"That sounds quite intriguing, but what if I don't want to be a part of it?"

"Well we do our best to get people like you to join us, the good guys. A member usually stays with a potential recruit for 24 hours, studying what they do, making sure that they really are qualified to join, and also help in the process of making a decision to join."

"That's great. Can I go home now?"

"Yes, but I have to come with you."

"Fine." I start to walk towards the street, the Dalmatian following my closely. I stick out my hand and wave, hailing a taxi. The yellow Queen Victoria pulls up to the curb and I get in before she does, buckling up and giving the driver my address. As the car pulls away from the curb, I take out my phone and check my messages. Nothing new. Today had just been a relatively quiet day. Off from work, friends were busy, not much on the to-do list. The city never slept, lights still on in apartment buildings and offices, restaurants and bars still open, letting in the crowd of the night. I was lucky enough to land an apartment overlooking the water, so this ride wasn't too long.

Maybe after about 10 minutes, the cab pulls up to a curb and we get out. I put my phone back into my pocket and head towards the main entrance. The building itself is about 60 stories high, a more post-modern appearance with lots of glass, white interiors, and 4 black pillars at each of the four corners. Each apartment had a balcony with a light wood railing. Inside, the human at the front desk looked up from his computer and saw Zaina and myself walk in. He smiled, those smooth lips of his spreading to show off his white teeth.

"Hey, Lloyd." I smile, putting my hands in my pockets.

"Hey, Jasyn. Is she with you?"

"Yes she is."

Such a quick interaction. I turn to the left and head down a short hallway, pressing the 'UP' button for the elevator. A few seconds and bam, the doors slid open and there was an empty elevator. I let Zaina enter first before walking in and pressing the '49' button. The doors slid shut and the elevator began its ascent to the 49th floor.

"So, Zaina, what's your special ability?" I rock a bit in my boots, smiling awkwardly. The Dalmatian didn't change her expression.

"I cannot tell you unless you join the organization."

"Oh, that's a bummer." I look at her hand again and spot the ring, "Are you married?"

She looked at me, eyes narrowing slightly, "Yes, I am."

I whistle and look at the screen above the number board, seeing that the elevator was just passing the 28thfloor. As I let my eyes look over her body again, I feel a tingle in my crotch, getting a bit aroused by her figure. But she was both somewhat imposing and was also married. My gaze was ended by the ding of the elevator and the sliding open of the doors. It was the 49th floor. I stumble out of the elevator and lead Zaina down the hallway, ending up at '49-9,' my apartment. It was a loft, nothing too impressive. White walls, a double bed on a circular, slightly elevated platform near the glass wall and balcony overlooking the water. There was a small kitchen and dining room area near the door, a closet near the bed, a dresser too. Closer to the middle was a black sofa facing a flat-screen TV.

"It's very cozy." The Dalmatian pushed her way past me after I opened the door, "Say, where is your restroom?" I point to a door on the right wall. The bathroom had a toilet, sink, mirror, and tub/shower, standard restroom setup. With that, she walked off to the bathroom, her heels clacking against the light wood floor. She shut the door behind her, locking it, but maybe I could still get a little look. Since my last relationship, I had installed a couple of hidden cameras in the restroom, all hooked up wirelessly to my laptop. I hop onto my bed, pulling my laptop out from under it and turning it on, needing to be quick. It started up and I quickly click on a camera application, bringing up a menu with camera options. I select the first camera, one mounted near the light on the ceiling, out of sight to those inside. And there she was, just in time!

I smile as I see her looking at herself in the mirror, checking her eye-shadow and adjusting her bust. She walked over to the toilet and ran her finger along a light crease in the front of her suit, and I watched as it opened up, receding into those plastic rings. Now she was wearing a black lace bra and a solid black thong. She had a pink and red rose tattoo on her front waist, coming just above the waistband of her undies.

I start to grope my crotch, watching her turn around and pull her thong down. I quickly switch to camera two, a small one mounted in the toilet, disguised as a cleaning mechanism. From there, I see her taking a seat, her sex appearing nice and tight. My meat begins to slide out of my leathery sheath, making the tent in my jeans grow as I watch the canine piss, the urine flowing smoothly from her lips. It was a quick tinkle. She moved forward on the seat a bit, arching her back. She spread her rump cheeks and took something out from her boot. Oh wow, a pink ass plug. She pressed the round tip against her tight tail hole and shoved it in raw, no lube. With the toy now in her, she stood up and pulled her thong back up, pressing a button on one of the rings to re-deploy her suit.

As the bathroom door opened, I close my laptop and rest it on my night table. She didn't act as if she knew about the little show she gave him.

"So, Zaina, tell me a bit about your husband."

She looks at me, keeping her expression neutral, "He's a Lion. That's all I can say."

I chuckle as I get off my bed, walking over to the fridge to grab a can of root beer, "You want something to drink?"

She shakes her head. I shrug and close the fridge once I have that can, cracking it open and taking a long gulp of the sugary, carbonated fluid. I see Zaina walk over to the couch, sitting down. As she sat, her expression changed a bit from neutral to pleased and embarrassed. I could still feel my pants tenting, so maybe trying to get this married woman in bed isn't such a bad idea.

I walk up behind her, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Nothing, it just looks like you aren't comfortable."

"I'm comfortable," She wiggled her rear against the couch, keeping her face away from me, hiding that embarrassment, "See?"

"Oh I see. You look very comfortable." I then put my drink down and take off my hoodie, tossing it aside.

"Zaina, are you a fan of public play?"

The Dalmatian looked at me almost in complete disbelief, "What kind of question is that? How dare you ask me that kind of thing!?"

I grin and point at the bathroom, "A pink ass plug?" My expression turns smug as I watch her blush.

"No, of course not! Why would I?" She was doing her best to protest this accusation.

"I don't know why. You'd have to tell me." I move closer to her, then sit down beside her and put an arm around her.

"Why should I tell you, e-even if it is true? It's none of your business."

I pull her close and slowly lick her neck. As I moved my head, I could feel her lolling hers to the right, letting my tongue ride up her neck, "Aren't you supposed to help in my decision process? I like trust, and you're not acting in a trustworthy manner." I could sense that she was buckling in, but I just needed that extra push to put her into submission, get her where I want her.

"But... I... Eh... Fine." She abruptly stood up and retracted her suit, arching her back to push her rear out towards him. She certainly kept in shape, "Yes, I have a toy in me. So what?"

I smirk and give that ass a slap, "That's a kinky thing to do in a professional setting."

She still had a little resistance in her. She adjusted her position and was about to deploy her suit, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, letting her plump rear land on my pants tent.

"What are you doing!?" She yelped out, feeling my meat against her thong-clad rear.

"You'll find out later." I grinned as I ran my hands up her stomach and onto her bust, moving her bra up and letting my hands feel her bare chest. I could hear her moan, tensing up a bit to my touch, "Don't resist it, Zaina. You know you'd like a large cock." She shook her head, biting her lower lip as I grind my pelvis against her bottom and grope her chest, "Just give in, Zaina. After experiencing just a single dick for so many years, I bet your body would benefit from riding something different."

"N-no... I only ride my husband's dick," she protested, looking away, closing her eyes as her pink nipples grew hard. I could begin to feel a wet spot on my crotch. She was enjoying it!

"But he won't know of this. Come on! Your body is telling me that it wants a nice horse dick buried in it!"

And there she went, letting out a suppressed moan as she leaned forward, looking back at me shyly, "Damn you, Jasyn. Fine, but this is a one-time thing, got it?"

I grin and nod in response, knowing that I would make it a goal to keep this going as a regular thing. She got up from my lap and leaned forward, hooking the waistband of her thong with her thumbs and pulled it down slowly, the fabric gliding over her soft fur. She must have been squeezing her abs too, since the pink anal plug popped out too, hitting the floor before her thong. She kicked both towards where my hoodie was, doing the same with her boots, those white rings, and her bra. She then turned to me, undoing her braided pony-tail, her black and gray hair dropping down to just a little below her shoulders.

"My, for an older woman, you certainly have kept your beauty." I let my eyes wander freely over her figure, her completely nude form ready for me. She looked away, her blush deepening as she felt more ashamed for doing this. I took that opportunity to take off my jeans and boxers, my large, black dick fully exposed. It was hard as a rock, all 42 inches by 3 inches of it. As Zaina turned her attention back to me, I saw her eyes widen and twinkle a bit as they set themselves on my cock, a possible hint that her husband was falling short in the love making department.

The Dalmatian got on her knees and moved closer, holding my erect shaft with both hands. She was about to start sucking, but I stroke her cheek, "Let's just skip the oral bullshit. Leave it for another time. Even though she had just said this was a one-time thing, she nodded, standing back up. I pat my lap, grinning at her, and she looked away, blushing as she straddled my lap, my flared tip rubbing against her soaking wet folds.

With a sigh, I place my hands on her smooth hips and push her down, feeling those thick, wet folds spreading around my flared tip, letting my massive horsehood make its way into her tight canal. Even before she reached my mid-ring, she was moving her hips in circles, grinding on my meat as it delved deeper into her. She was really enjoying it. I moved my hands back onto her rear and gripped those fleshy rump cheeks, kneading them as her pelvis got closer to my sheath. What I said before, about her being beautiful, wasn't just a heat-of-the-moment comment to get her off. She really did have a great body for a woman in her early 40's. She was quite fit, had a near hour-glass figure, a perky chest, and a round rear. Whoever that Lion was, regardless of him being able to please her, was one lucky guy to be able to share a bed with Zaina on a regular basis.

I neigh as I feel her moist, spread folds resting on my sheath, my enter shaft buried deep inside of her. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to bounce herself on my dick, her tight walls milking my shaft for all of what I got. She was moaning with so much pleasure! She was really getting into it and enjoying herself, her bounces getting faster and more rough, my thick dick pulsating deep inside of her.

She groaned as her bouncing slowed down, but elongated, letting her slide up and down the full length of my shaft. She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine. Suddenly, she grinned, a renewal in her confidence, "Do all stallions feel this good?" She managed to ask between hot moans.

I nodded, smiling at her, "Yes. At least, I think I do." She laughs, still riding my thick shaft. I could feel my orbs swelling up, my meat stiffening further with the urge to cum, "Mmm Zaina! I'm gonna blow my load!"

The Dalmatian slowed down, resting on my lap and grinding herself against my crotch. She gave me a seductive look, eyes half-closed, whispering, "Cum inside me. Make me your bitch." Over the edge I went, whinnying as I began to fill her up, rope after rope of thick, hot horse seed spilling into her womb, amounting to gallons. She closed her eyes, tilting her head towards the ceiling, moaning as she, too, reached her climax, the pleasure surging through her nerves as cum filled her up.

After a few minutes of panting and exchanging lustful kisses, I lead her to my bed where we laid next to each other. Zaina had an amazing afterglow, her eyes full of wonder and longing. She ran her hand along my well-built chest and sighed, "If only my husband was like you." I laugh, putting an arm around her. She nuzzled into my strong arm, licking my armpit lightly, "So musky, maybe we should do this more often, Jasyn." Before I could respond, the Dalmatian drifted off to sleep. I planted a light kiss on her head before closing my eyes and slipping under into the land of dreams.