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*DING-DONG!* "May I have your attention please, TSA regulations require that all passengers..."

Duke grumbled as he listened to the automated female voice drone on about not leaving baggage unattended for the hundredth time over the intercom at the airport as he stood patiently in line. The 7 foot tall equine stood at least a foot and a half taller than most of the people there. There were babies crying, mothers trying to comfort them, teenagers and children alike that tried to ignore them as they kept their ears plugged into headphones and their nose buried in their electronics. Snorting loudly, the black horse shifted his weight to try to rest on his small carry-on that barely reached his knees. However, his bulk seemed too much for the flimsy bag and it dropped to the ground, nearly causing him to topple over. Thankfully, he was able to catch himself before he could make a fool of himself in public and bent over to pick it up as the crowded group of furs slowly moved forward.

As the line stopped again, Duke checked his Rolex watch; he still had plenty of time to catch his flight to Los Angeles for his next film shoot, but every passing moment seemed to drag on. Looking up, Duke noticed a young teenage wolf staring at him, or at least a certain part of him. It was at least the twentieth time that day he'd caught someone looking right at the bulge in his pants. For a horse, it was never easy to contain your genitalia; for a porn star, it was nearly mission impossible--especially in the underwear he was wearing at that moment. He snorted and adjusted himself with a dirty glare at the teenager, as if to say, "Yeah, I'm fucking bigger than you when I'm soft, ya' horny bastard."

The wolf glanced away, his face instantly bright red in embarrassment. The horse gave the teenager quick look over--he couldn't of been older than 16. He wore baggy clothes, probably 3 sizes too big for him, making him look even lankier than he really was. However, he was able to catch the wolf try to re-adjust the protrusion under his hoodie.

"Fuckin' kids..." he muttered under his breath as the line shuffled forward again, wishing things would pick up. He took the time to count how many people were waiting in front of him, groaning as he counted 25 people, being checked in past the checkpoint by only two TSA officers. They looked even more annoyed than the people waiting in line, when someone walked up and didn't have their ID out and ready.

Time slowly went by, and 30 minutes later he found himself stepping forward as a weary red panda called out "Next." Duke held out his license and ticket to the agent, who didn't even bother looking up at the horse as he scanned the card and checked off the ticket. Nothing was said as the panda returned his papers and called out with a dreary tone, "Nexxxxxxt..."

Duke breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the screening area, placing his carry-on and personals in a bin on the conveyor and waited his turn to go through the metal detector. The TSA officer on the other side, a black and tan Doberman who appeared just as bored as all the other people, motioned for the person in front of Duke to step out of the large machine. Looking up he spotted the horse and instantly his pointed ears perked up, suddenly aware of the larger male. He waved with his gloved paw, motioning for the horse to step in.

"Just turn, look straight forward and lift your hands," the canine said systematically. Duke nodded as he walked into the full body scanner and assumed position. But that didn't stop him from observing the officer from the corner of his eye, noticing that the dog's eyes never strayed from checking out his larger than normal body. The canine's lips pulled up to a slight grin on his face as he made the slightest effort to lean over, no doubt to get a better look at Duke's rump and tail. To humor the voyeuristic canine, Duke decided to flag his tail--it was probably the most action the horny mutt had had in a while. The Doberman must have spaced out briefly and a few seconds later he blinked back to reality and coughed, "Uh, please step out and move to the side."

Duke twisted his body as he clambered out of the cylinder-shaped machine, his eyes catching the reading of the monitor--it was red. The Doberman stepped forward, a concerned look etched on his face.

"The x-ray picked something up above the SOP," the Doberman informed him, the abbreviation made no sense to Duke. "Do you have anything in your pockets? Phone, wallet?" he questioned as he retrieved a special metal detector wand, running it just above Duke's body.

With the Doberman standing so close to him, Duke could see that his pointed ears didn't even reach his own chin. He remained still as the wand moved southward and then Duke realized what may have set off the scanner. The wand made a whirling sound as it passed down over his crotch and the Doberman paused, finally noticing the bulge in front of him. He lifted the wand, making one more pass over Duke's groin, getting another whirl. He raised a quizzical brow as he looked up at the horse.

Straightening up the Doberman turned his head and turned his head toward the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "Yeah I've got a 10-32, need assist."

Duke half expected a group of security officers to tackle him as he heard the 10-code; it wasn't the first time he'd heard the same one used. It usually meant 'Man with gun', except the gun he was packing was his well-endowed blessing from the gods. When no one came running, Duke was certain the dog was definitely trying to get him alone and played along. He still had plenty of time before his flight.

The officer reached forward to grab his arm, not fully getting his fingers around the bulging bicep. "Come this way please sir." He snapped off a quick salute to a ram that was sitting at the conveyer monitor who nodded in acknowledgement. "Don't worry about your things; we'll hold them for you."

Duke wanted to explain why the security wand went off, but thought better of it, wanting to give the Doberman a surprise when the inevitable happened. Instead he stammered, acting as though he felt somewhat humiliated as the Doberman lead him to an area of the airport he had no idea existed. It was a hallway with doors on either side. Opening a door for him, Duke stepped into a small room, with nothing more than a desk, two chairs in front of it and one behind, and a filing cabinet. The walls lacked any personality of pictures or windows.

The door clicked behind Duke and the Doberman made no invitation for the horse to sit, instead he spoke up, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience sir, but I'm going to have to perform an extended search procedure," he stepped forward and started patting down the horse's back, sides and arms. Duke nodded and steadied himself; spending the past few years in the porn industry had conditioned him to react properly when he was told. The dog's tan paws wandered down further, copping a feel on Duke's firm jean clad ass cheeks.

"H-hey!" Duke hadn't expected that, jumping in surprise and turned around, furrowing his brow as he glowered at the Doberman. He'd never been in a fight before, but he imagined that he could easily win a fight with the smaller male. "Your small metal detector...stick didn't go off there," he chuckled to himself at his terrible pun.

"Oh yeah, you're right," the Doberman said coolly, tipping his pointed snout southward as if he were nodding in agreement as he looked down at the overly sized lump in Duke's pants that seemed to snake partially down his thigh and licked his chops. Then it happened, what Duke had been expecting all along. The dog grabbed his groin, squeezing it as if to see if it were real; the firm grip elicited a gasp from the horse. "It went off there."

As per his contract, Duke was supposed to hold off ejaculating a week before a shoot--but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun, after all he only came when he was given the order to. He could fuck an ass for hours and hold off his orgasm until the Director shouts the trigger word, "Alfalfa sprouts!" He almost felt ashamed as he felt his cock instantly surge to life, as the Doberman's paws wandered southward, feeling every inch of his swelling cock.

His ears flicked back as he heard the canine mutter an obscenity under his breath, looking down at the canine as he felt those paws squeeze his heavy nuts briefly before caressing over the medial ring of his shaft through his tight pants. He never took his eyes off the Doberman as his tan paws followed along his monstrous length; it ran along his thigh, the tubular bulge in his pants was undoubtedly apparent.

The Doberman got down on his knees and pressed his pointed snout against Duke's groin, taking in a long whiff of his musk, panting and wagging his nub behind him. Duke then realized he'd never done a shoot with a canine with a stub tail, sure he'd fucked bunnies by the dozen, but they had a lot more fluff back there and definitely didn't look as manly as most canines did. As the dog continued snuffing around, Duke gently rubbed behind his cropped ears, encouraging him to take his pants off.

Letting out a long, happy sigh after a ten second intake of Duke's heavy scent, the Doberman's eyes rolled back into his head as he lifted his paws and pulled down Duke's pants, revealing the colossal pulsating shaft that dangled over the dog's shoulder. It seemed to stretch on forever, the flared flat head at the end topped off with a circular barbell Prince Albert--which upon closer inspection resembled a horseshoe. As the Doberman eyed his great length with hunger and lust in his eyes, he smirked slightly as he caught sight of the thing Duke regretted the most out of his contract.

Duke flushed almost as pink as the G-string that could barely contain his shaft. The officer scoffed as he hooked a finger around the skimpy underwear, tugging down on it, causing the cock to bounce in the air in front of him. "What a pretty pair of undies on a show pony like you," he taunted as his paw reached out to grasp the massive rod--which was longer than his forearm and he couldn't even touch the tip of his index finger to his thumb!

He leaned forward and took his first lick at the swollen cockhead, dragging his slippery, soft tongue over the shapely piercing. Duke let out a sigh of pleasure, his tail twitching behind him as the dog start to lap at his piss slit as one paw moved up and down the lower part of his cock, from the base of his leathery sheath up to the preputial ring, pulling the flesh up over it before it stroked back down. The other paw reached up and fondled Duke's scrotum, each nut was the size of a tennis ball and could only fit one in his palm. They were smooth to the touch as he held each one at a time, rubbing them gently with his paw pads.

Flexing his dick, Duke was amused to watch it fling the first bead of precum over the dog's slim muzzle before it flopped back down, resting on the bridge of his nose. The liquid seeped into the black fur, as his tongue flicked out and lapped at the underside of the massive cock. Most males were intimidated by his enormous size, so either the dog was a size queen or he was just horny enough that he just didn't care. Duke guessed to be the latter, because the officer never bothered to remove his uniform, and was sporting quite the impressive tent in his own pants.

The Doberman growled deeply, a low lustful sound as he pulled his head back and immediately began to suck and bob on the cockhead that caused his cheeks to bulge out. Duke let out a happy nicker, stomping one of his hooved feet on the ground as he felt the warm muzzle envelope his flared head. The dog's muzzle was soft and wet, as his tongue moved around the massive cock, exploring every inch, crevasse and vein of the horse's shaft. To say it was one of the best blow jobs he had ever received would have been a flat out lie. Over the past few years, Duke had received many well given blow jobs all from professional cocksuckers who made livings by opening their throats and swallowing down the whole thing. This one was inexperienced and it felt so much more natural as he twitched as an occasional tooth nicked part of his big dick. The horn dog couldn't even fit 6 inches into his muzzle!

So he just stood there in and watched the Doberman move his head and suck the best he could, the sound of wet slurping filled the slowly manly musky smelling air. After a few minutes of not really getting anywhere, Duke encouraged the Doberman to try new things like to squeeze just as he pulled the flesh over the ring of his cock, or to tug on his swinging balls as he started to push into his muzzle. The dog didn't respond, but he could hear a muffled murr sound as he tried fitting another inch of that horse meat into his hungry muzzle.

Duke smiled down at the Doberman, who was determined to do the best he could. Duke swished his long black tail back and forth as he rubbed behind the cropped ears. He was enjoying the effort, occasionally flexing his cock, giving the canine a false taste of hope with precum. Duke would nicker when he felt the smooth tongue dart over his slit as he worked his throat to swallow down every drop of the salty sweet clear liquid.

This continued for a good ten more minutes, and the Doberman's efforts were slowly becoming dull as his jaw ached from the massive pole in his maw. Although the dog's head had stopped moving as much and his tongue remained curled around the underside of his shaft, he had started to suckle as hard as he possibly could to bring the hung horse to climax, growling in sexual frustration as he ground his bulge against the ground, feeling his own urge to bust a nut in his uniform. Still the horse never showed any sign of nearing orgasm.

Duke removed his cock from its wet confines, ready to break the news to the pent up dog that he wouldn't be able to get him to climax. He heard a whimper and a long whine as the half of the 14-inch monster he did manage to get in his muzzle flopped out, drool and pre connected to his soft lips.

That's when the walkie-talkie on the canine's shoulder buzzed to life and he heard a voice on the other side call out, "Hey Adam, where you at man? We've got an alfalfa sproutin' out here!"

The Doberman turned his head to reply to his fellow co-worker about the code word for attractive person, not noticing the surprised blink and the wide eyed expression on Duke's face as his mind heard the trigger word. His body tingled and tensed up as he tried to hold back his orgasm, sweat forming on the back of his neck. A loud whinny escaped from his mouth as he tried to warn the dog just before he grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face forward as he thrust his hips out, stuffing his flared cockhead into the Doberman's muzzle as his nuts tightened and his orgasm hit like a tsunami.

His cock surged as wave after wave of pent up horse seed flooded the startled canine's muzzle. After the fourth shot of hot horse cum hit the back of his throat and into his stomach, the Doberman managed to pull off and was blasted in the face with more horse cum. After what seemed to of lasted forever, Duke's climax ebbed, and he looked down at the cum drenched dog. His sticky white cum plastered his face and dripped from his open muzzle, down onto his uniform and on the floor below. Duke's thick legs trembled, his body drained from the intense orgasm.

There was a long silence between the two as the Doberman gasped for breath and then lifted a shaky paw, wiping his cheek clean. Duke wasn't sure what to say, that was the first time in a long time he'd ever orgasmed for someone outside of the porn industry.

Finally the Doberman spoke up, "S-sooooo.... My name's Adam. Been a big fan of your work....wanna exchange numbers and get a coffee sometime?"