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"Mpfgh"

"Come on you two...I made breakfast."

"Fuck off Pat."

"Now, breakfast is the most important meal of the day you two. You shouldn't skip it. There's toast, cereal, some exceptionally highly engineered juice a remarkable shade of green, sausages..."

"Fuck off Pat."

"What a grumpy pair you are."

"It's Sunday morning, nobody gets up this early on Sunday morning. I finished up at work at 4 am, that's....fuck, that's three hours ago you fucking moron"

My lover threw a pillow at the tiger, but he dodged, all the while still holding the tray of breakfast goodies. His smile grew even larger if anything.

The bastard could be so annoying.

"Now, I've got something to turn that frown upside down you two. Movie. We can watch it together."

"I hate movies."

"You like this one. I know you will."

The DVD case thudded into the blanket, and I picked it up wondering just what the cat was up to. Then a grin slowly covered my muzzle.

It was Top Gun.

"Happy anniversary wingman."

The bull beside me stirred a little before groaning again.

"Has it been a year already?"

"Yeah, the first time I met you guys. "

My grin grew larger, but also a little nostalgic. As the movie played, a movie of my own unwound inside my brain. A lot had happened since that night...a lot...

*****

"C'mon Rob. Please?"

"Remind me why I would do this for you again?"

"How about the thousand dollars I loaned you to get your car fixed?"

"Ouch. I love a guy who can't see a belt without wanting to hit below it. Nice one Jared."

"Don't be such a welcher. You might enjoy the night."

That made me snort. I doubted it highly; so did Jared, but he wasn't above blackmail or so it seemed.

"Fine, when do we meet your lovable little kitten bundle and her hellspawn brother?"

"Eight. I thought we could catch a bite then hit the club around nine thirty, before it gets totally mad."

"Is the kid even 18 yet? What's his name again?"

"Patrick, and he had his birthday last weekend. Come on...give the poor guy a good night. He's just turned 18, he needs an experienced hand like you to show him what a good time looks like."

"You don't give a shit about his night, you just want your girlfriend happy so you and her can break your six fucks in a night record and destroy your bed"

"Damn right. Plus, her parents insisted she look after him this weekend and if she goes out without him, she will be in the shit. Still, you do owe me so...do we have a deal?"

"Fine."

My big bull housemate gave a stupid grin and performed a little victory dance, so corny I had to throw cushions at him to make it stop. He just laughed and threw them back, managing to miss me and hit the glass I'd left beside the couch instead. Water and ice cubes went flying as the glass shattered on the tiles.

He managed to look dumb and embarrassed, which was a fatal combination for me. I always wanted to jump the big side of beef and hump his brains out when he got that cute derpy bull look. To cover up, I managed to look scornful instead.

"That is why you need a wingman doofus. Not to keep your girl's nerdy younger bro happy; it's because if I'm not around you will probably trip over your stupid tail and crash down the back stairs and break your neck."

"Whatever. As long as I have my wingman."

"Yeah yeah. You be Ice, I'll be Maverick." It was Jared's favourite movie. We had watched it so many times together we could both recite the dialogue.

"Dude! That is so fucking homo."

"Ok, ok...you be Maverick, I'll be Ice then, sheesh..."

"Dude!"

"What, you want to be Goose?!"

"Dude, I have no idea why the fuck I agreed to live with such a clown."

Nor did I if it came to it. I kind of liked that he did, even though it made my horniness meter blast off the charts. He knew I'd do anything for him though, even when I played hard to get like now. I hoped he didn't know why.

I wanted him in the worst way, my straight bull housemate.

Fuck life could be complicated sometimes.

*****

We all met at the Spaghetti Bar for a fast and frugal dinner, as none of us were exactly flush with cash. We were both students, both 21, both skint. Funnily enough we hadn't met at uni but as co-workers, when we both were hired on to the Underground nightclub in the city as bartenders in our second year. We had been attending lectures in adjacent theatres for ages and never given each other a second glance. After a period ignoring each other at work, we bonded over weed on a break, and became best mates soon after. When both of us needed a new house to stay in after second year, the logical solution seemed to be sharing. We found a tiny run down two bedroom flat near the city that just squeaked under our budget and moved in. Now a year later, we had become comfortably familiar.

At least so it seemed. I was not as comfortable as I appeared, mainly because my horndog housemate was a little into exhibitionism. Either that or he was a lazy fuck; come to think of it, given how little housework he did, lazy fuck could be the answer. He was certainly capable of bagging chicks, that was no problem. He seemed to have a problem getting them back to his room though; the couch, the loungeroom floor, the kitchen bench, the front stairwell. Once I found him banging away for all he was worth with a nice filly laid back on the hood of my Ford. Bent the fucking panel and everything; the suspension wasn't ever quite the same afterwards either, nor were my eyeballs.

This one was a little better, she seemed to insist on the bedroom most of the time so I was spared the sight of tigress being Kama Sutra'd on the lounge room rug. She did have one little kink though. One night I heard odd sounds coming through the wall from Jared's bedroom, and I went to investigate against my better judgement. Turns out she liked being taken up against a wall, standing, from behind, her claws scraping deep furrows in the plaster. My mate just grinned and afterwards offered to pay the bond when the landlord went apeshit.

I really really should learn to stand up to the big dumb moo. The trouble was, I wanted him so bad, I kept giving him free pass after free pass. I guess maybe he wasn't so dumb after all. The uncomfortable thought had been forming in my brain recently that he knew exactly what he was doing and rode it for all it was worth.

"So, a bull and a stallion. Nice...combination. Heavy species together, so to speak."

The kid looked at me with twinkling eyes, while a long line of spaghetti disappeared into his muzzle. His long pink tongue emerged and languidly licked up sauce, followed by a cheeky wink. Jared and Abbey were lost in their own world making goo goo eyes and forking pasta into each other's muzzles, so I was left to talk to the kid. He seemed ok, if a little emo. Tall and lean for a tiger, with a carefully product-laden head of fur, trimmed earfur, and a tastefully decorated tail and a pair of rectangular framed glasses that screamed hipster. He wore black, everything black, like he was in mourning for life but his expression of bored superiority suggested any emotion was intended for ironic effect only.

His conversation too...something about it grated a little. He was polite, almost formal at times, but I couldn't shake the idea there was something going on. Like he was taking the piss, but only he knew it. That question for example...

"Yeah, we make a good team. Been mates for over a year now."

"Hmmm...must be good if anyone needs heavy objects lifted at all."

"Well, both of us are into football and weightlifting, so heavy objects are a breeze. Even light ones. We sometimes even read books too, with very large print of course."

"Be still my beating heart..."

The twinkle was back.

"Uhhh...sorry?"

"Nothing, just...thinking out loud. So, apart from working at this club we are going to tonight and qualifying as extras for Conan the Barbarian, what do you do for fun?"

"Well...I listen to music, and I like gaming. Steam mostly..."

"Excellent! I want to do music next year, at the conservatorium. And I love Steam, I'm on all the time."

"Great! Whats your handle?"

"Kittystrangler"

Now I was impressed.

"I've gone up against you. You're a demon."

He looked a little sheepish now, embarrassed and selfconscious, but I could tell he was pleased. Maybe he would stop being a bit of a jerk now.

"Thanks. I am the terror of the land, but it's still fun to hand out a serious beating now and then. So what music do you like?"

Suddenly, the evening didn't seem so bad. We got into a serious discussion of the merits of various bands and artists, both of us bonding over our mutual Rhianna loathing, and he got silent all of a sudden. He finally managed to make some sort of decision it seemed, because he got out his phone and held it out to me.

"Um...do you want to see some of my stuff? I write songs and play, I'm not great on the guitar, piano is my main instrument, but I like writing for guitar and I've recorded some of it to soundcloud. It's ok if you don't..."

"Hey, I'd be glad."

The smile was in full thousand watt intensity now, and I found he was a totally different cat when he wasn't being all studied bored hipster. There might just be a real fur under all that exterior.

His songs were good, really good. I found myself humming along while he sat back and grinned, the tiger boy visibly hugging himself in pleasure at my reaction. I returned his smile, and gave him a high five. His sister noticed, and spoilt the moment with a major greasy eye-roll.

"Oh looky Jar, nerd bonding. Your nerdy pony friend has found another nerd, how cute."

The tiger boy had a grimace now, anger just boiling under the surface. I could tell Jared was a little surprised by his girlfriend's acid comment, the bull just sort of looking sideways at her, his ears in that one up one down configuration that meant his brain was working and finding it tough. As the kid seemed to be lost in his anger, I decided to chip in.

"Yes Abbey, nerd bonding. If you stick around, we might start talking about Star Trek and the relevant merits of original series versus Next Generation, or Zachary Quinto versus Leonard Nimoy. You might learn something. What's it matter anyway, you and Jared seem happy together, so what do you care?"

Her expression became loaded with anger, so much so I almost recoiled instinctively. Somewhere in my horsey brain there was a button marked "danger, angry predator" and everything about her was pressing it. I hated that button, it made me feel weak.

"Pfft. He's just a goody goody with my parents wrapped round his paw, that's all. Everything he does they think is golden, where I'm the bad seed. He reads his books and plays his fricking guitar and they coo over him like the second coming. Well, I'm not fooled."

Ahh. Sibling rivalry, how prosaic.

"Well, perhaps we should head to the club and you and Jared can burn up the dance floor and forget about us nerds for a while hey?"

My bull mate smiled and nodded, giving me a small thumbs up of gratitude. The tiger boy just bristled in silence.

"Fine by me. Come on Jared, let's go have some real fun."

The two lovebirds walked ahead of us, Abbey deliberately smooching Jared and groping his crotch for effect, every now and then looking back and smiling triumphantly. Still the tiger remained silent. I could almost smell the resentment. Eventually I heard a soft whisper.

"I hate Star Trek"

"That's ok, me too. I'm more into books, but that's just me."

"I'm not the goody nerd she thinks I am. I just don't want to disappoint my parents that's all."

"Hey, don't worry Patrick, siblings have been fighting since the Old Testament. Shit, my sisters and I almost try to kill each other every Christmas."

"Thanks for sticking up for me Rob...I...I..."

I stopped, looking back to the cat. He was struggling internally, that I could see, indecision in every twitch of his tail and the quivering of his whiskers. Whatever internal battle he was having seemed to end in a draw though, as he just sighed and shrugged his shoulders and walked on, heading past me without a glance.

What an odd kid.

When we got to the club, Marvin was on security and he gave a big welcoming grin and raised the coveted velvet rope, while wistful onlookers groaned in disappointment. I gave him a high five, and the big bull responded in kind before giving me a punch in the shoulder for good measure. I couldn't avoid wincing, the guy made us look small he was so pumped. I had learned not to mess with the bull early on, his mammoth physique and furtive contacts in the back alley telling me what I needed to know, and my initial impressions were confirmed by Jared. The two of them lifted together, and Marvin had more than once tried to get my housemate interested in some "special supplements" with a tap on the nose.

The big guy could be the sweetest moo in the world until provoked; then roid rage made him a furry wrecking ball without anyone at the controls. Still, he had saved my ass more than once when a patron decided he didn't like being cut off at the bar, and we were on good terms.

"Have a good night mate. Don't do anything I wouldn't"

"Fat chance Marv, there's nothing you wouldn't do."

He grinned his best feral grin, showing off a muzzlefull of gold fillings, then turned back to the line and resumed his bored as batshit look while the Sabrina the cheetah with the clipboard smiled her most insincere smile at a young nervous looking bear at the front of the queue.

"Honey...you might be waiting a while..."

I didn't wait to hear the bear's disappointed whine and headed for the bar.

The night proved a bit of a strain, which I should have expected. Abbey tried to keep as far away from us as possible, and Jared got hammered in his best fashion, downing Bundy and coke before turning to the dark side and knocking back Ray Charles' on a fifteen minute rotation. He was nervous, something I didn't expect to see in the bull. I could tell from his ears and tail, and his overbearing laughter. He wanted to please her, beyond anything on Earth. It made me more than a little sad, and disappointed. I realised my housemate was beginning to want "The One", the girl to settle down with. While I doubted the tigress would be a success, it was only a matter of time.

I tried to talk to Patrick to keep him occupied and away from his sister, and also to take my mind off Jared, but even after a year working there, I had never mastered conversation in a club. After a few fitful attempts at talking about music or really anything but the fact the music was indeed "loud", we both resigned ourselves to boredom and began knocking back drinks ourselves. I at least knew my limitations, sticking to straight vodka alternating with water, while tiger boy worked his way through the artisan beer selection.

After a while of this, he was lounging on the bar and looking a little the worse for wear when his ears suddenly shot upwards as he spied something behind the counter.

"Tactical Nuclear Penguin!"

"What?!"

"TACTICAL...NUCLEAR...PENGUIN!"

"Ohhh...right....you know it?"

"Only by reputation."

"Fine...you want one?"

"Serious?"

"Yeah, why not."

The beer had been in for only a week, and it carried a ridiculous price tag. Still, I was at the slightly tipsy stage where I get all gallant, and I wanted to show the tiger a good time to make up for his shitty sister. I ordered two bottles, while he tilted his head in surprise, and then clinked ours together in a toast to good times.

"Bottoms up!"

"Er...wait...Rob..."

The tiger grabbed at my arm a little urgently, but I needed beer and I needed it now. I upended the bottle, long necking the amber elixir in one long gulp, before finally swallowing when half of it had filled my muzzle.

Then I felt like I had died, my chest heaving in pain, throat on fire and brain singing like it had been scooped out of my skull and used as a polo ball by drunken trolls.

I managed to regain some composure, which is to say I stopped feeling like I would die right now and merely felt like I would die tomorrow, while the tiger slapped me on the back vigorously. It was not helping. Finally I was able to wheeze a little.

"F..........fuuuuuuck....stop that will you?"

"Sorry, I thought you might have a seizure."

"The shit is this stuff?"

"Um...you don't know?"

"No!"

"Look at the bottle."

I scanned the label, something I should have done before, I realised, and the reason for my condition and the extreme price of the beer became evident. Thirty-four percent alcohol. Oh fuck, I'd just effectively skulled half a bottle of spirits. This was not good. My eyes hurt. My ears hurt. My fucking teeth hurt, though I could also feel a sort of numbness creeping over that felt kind of funky. The thing was, I knew I was a really stupid drunk, which was why I usually tried to stay sober, but now, all bets were off.

I stared giggling, and tiger boy joined in, sipping from his bottle while I clinked it again in a second toast, this time to hangovers. I was going to have a ripsnorter.

"Hey, is there somewhere we can go that's quiet?"

"Hmmm....oh yeah...ahhh...."

Why hadn't I thought of it before? The club had a small area where staff could take breaks, outside on a balcony and away from the noise and the customers, though occasionally a very good customer was taken back there too. Or a very needy one...the club had a staff of mostly very big very fit young guys, and that created a lot of interest from the female guests. Though it was officially frowned on, unofficially anything that kept the punters coming back was a good thing. While a small warning sound pinged in my brain, it was overwhelmed by the need to find air, and somewhere for the world to stop spinning so much. I took Patrick by the paw and led him out the kitchen and through the back door and up the stairwell.

We came out into blessed fresh air, high above the road and the bustle of the city. There was no one in the first section of balcony, immediately through the door, and I leaned up against a wall sucking in oxygen while the tiger did the same next to me. We just stood there for a while, I don't know how long as I was too shagged, but it seemed a while, and then he began searching in his pockets for something.

"I need a smoke...I really need a smoke. How about you Rob?"

"Yeah, fine...smoke..."

"Excellent."

Then I heard plastic rustling, and managed to get my head to move enough to see what it was. A small plastic bag filled with very homemade cigarettes, and a lighter.

"The fuck!"

"Shh, don't worry. This is the best stuff I know. I get if off a mate whose brother grows it, best hydro in town. You'll love it."

"You smoke weed?!"

"Yeah, so? What, you thought I really was a goody goody nerd?"

"Um...well..."

"Abbey doesn't know everything."

That much I could see now. I did retain enough common sense to know what I had to do. As for what I should have done, well that sort of failed. I blamed the Penguin.

"Look, we can't do this here. Round the corner...errr...if we are doing anything, a little...well, we are supposed to go round the corner so no-one can see."

"Suits me."

I took his paw again, like some sort of drunken pony Pan leading the young tiger astray into the woods, except he was the one pushing high alcohol beer and weed on me, but otherwise the metaphor sort of worked. We trotted round the corner, up another flight of stairs, and into a screened off area broken up into lots of small spaces by tall planters and old couches the club had removed from the main floor. In the anonymous darkness, I held out a paw for one of the joints, and lit up quickly before sucking a mammoth toke into my lungs and rolling the delicious smoke round. A few good puffs and I was feeling no pain, and even almost forgetting my angst about Jared the straight stud bull and his girls. Almost.

"Hmmmmm.....sweet."

"Yeah, very nice batch."

"No, I mean...well,yes, the weed is most acceptable as always and..."

"Most acceptable? Fucking awesome!"

"Do you have to swear all the time?"

"Fuck yeah!"

He gave me a disapproving shake of the head, as if to regret the dissolution of his elders. I didn't care, I was baked.

"To answer your original question...yes, the weed is sweet, but I was referring to that."

And he pointed a claw towards the darkness over to our left. My eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, and I eventually realised that the dark corner beside a discarded planter housed what seemed like two figures. I say seemed, because one was mostly obscured by the other.

It was Marvin, on a break...and doing some breaking in of his own.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhh.....yessssssssssssss....."

Sabrina the cheetah from the door was with him, I recognised her voice, though I hadn't heard her use those words with me. More usually it was "Get me a vodka and tonic right now you useless pony". She was a hard assed bitch; though it looked like her ass wasn't so hard after all. Quite flexible.

"Deeeeper...ohhhh that's it....yeah....ohhhhh yesssssss...."

We had a perfect view, as we lounged casually against a wall. Marvin's ass was towards us, his work pants down to his knees as he knelt on a couch. The cheetah was bent over the back, her ass against his front, and from where we could see, she was taking his mighty length quite well all things considered.

"Holy bullcock Batman, that has got to umpf!"

I slapped a paw over Patrick's muzzle so as not to disturb our compatriots, but somehow the weed and the booze made me lightheaded and silly. This wasn't something I got to watch often, but for some reason this did way more for me than straight porn usually did. That may have something to do with the incredible" ass on" view of Marvin fucking, a truly memorable sight. Instead of slinking off as I should have, I just rested against the wall and enjoyed the show.

His ass was like the rest of him, huge and bulging with excess muscle. His butt looked like two wombats having a fight in a wheat bag, the two huge furry mounds flexing and wiggling with each thrust. He was slamming in balls deep, his tail swaying in sexy counterpoint to his thrusts, the brown tuft first swinging right, then twitching, then swinging left. That wasn't the only swinging either, for as he spread his knees wider to get better thrusting power, I got a perfect panaoramic view of his crevice, from one big fleshy donut, all the way down to a huge pair of bull balls that slapped against Sabrina's taint, slid back, swayed, clenched and slapped again in a mesmerising dance of the bull balls.

However many roids he took, it didn't seem to have shrunk those calf makers any. They were fucking massive.

"ugh...ugh...ugh...yes...yes....ohhh harder....harder....ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Now he was in a rhythm, his hips slapping against her butt just as his bulging sac impacted her fanny on each thrust. I could hear deep rumbling bull grunts and moos starting, as the action hotted up and Marvin's pace increased until he was slamming in like a jackrabbit and the poor cheetah was mewling like a lost kitten.

Then she let out a loud screaming cry that was cut off suddenly when a big paw clamped over her muzzle, and I could see a pair of cheetah hindpaws flexing and curling as he rammed away through her orgasm, an occasional flick of cheetah tail appearing out from behind the blocking bulk of Marvin's body.

Finally the stud bull reached his own climax, every sculpted roid enhanced muscle bunching and flexing as he threw his head back and mooed without a care for who heard, and I saw the best sight of all. His balls kind of bunched up, almost as if they were trying to force their way into his belly, then I saw them contract, relax, contract and suddenly his thick bullcock was doing the same dance...as was his donut, winking and relaxing with each fresh spurt of bull milk into the exhausted cheetah. It seemed to take forever, though that was probably a weed induced time dilation, but eventually he leaned over and kissed her neck and he started to pull his still thick fuckstick from her, a small flood of bull seed spilling from her wide open pussy to drip all over the discarded couch and the shingle floor.

Marvin gave a long satisfied snort, and muttered a soft "fuck yeah" as he pulled completely out and stood behind the couch. His bullcock was still hanging out and part hard, a thick sheen of fluid making it glisten and a long line of cum dribbling from the tip towards the floor. His eyes were closed enjoying the afterglow, but as his paws closed on the waist of his pants ready to get dressed again, I saw one nostril start flaring as he sampled the wind.

The bull's left eye suddenly cracked open, and he stood silent and still, looking over me and the tiger. For some reason I didn't think to move, leave, speak, I just grinned like a nincompoop. I wondered what it would be like to fall from this balcony. Probably not good...

Marvin casually sauntered over to Patrick, all the while holding his pants up but not yet dressing, the magnificent length of bullcock still swaying with each step. He planted one paw on the wall beside Patrick, his muzzle bared in a wide grin, gold fillings gleaming.

Then he reached for the joint still clasped in the unmoving tiger's lips, pulled it out, and proceeded to take a long toke from it. His head rocked back, and his eyes closed for long seconds, before he opened his muzzle and blew a perfect smokering into the heavens. Then he pushed his muzzle against the tiger's, and reached for something new. A big bull paw closed around an obvious bulge in Patrick's pants and squeezed, drawing a strangled gasp from the tiger boy.

"Enjoy the show kid?"

"Y..yes...I mean no...I mean...I don't know what I mean...I mean...ahhhhhh!"

One big squeeze, and a chuckle from the bull, low and amused. I relaxed a little, sensing no menace, instead something else. Something...well, affectionate. Then he turned to look at me, giving me a wink and reaching out to grip my groin instead. I gave my own squealing gasp as I felt Marvin's paw close on my horsehood. I was hard, really really hard, and now he knew.

"Looks like you enjoyed too Rob. Always wondered...well now we know."

"Marvin, no, I'm not..."

He shook his head a little, still smiling, drawing another big lungfull from the joint.

"Rob, I don't give a fuck. Hell, I might be in for some action, if you play your cards right."

"Huh!"

He gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek before turning to the tiger.

"Sorry kid, you aren't my type. I like 'em big and sturdy like me when I go for guys. I like to play rough and you look like you would break in a strong wind. Love the weed though...come by anytime with some, and I'll make sure you get in."

"Ahhh...thanks....really...that's wonderfully generous and..."

I felt a muzzle at my ear, warm breath tickling my fur. I needed to cum, like never before in my life, and this was not helping. That deep rumbling voice insinuated into my mind...and my loins.

"He's cute though, I'll give him that, but fuck he needs to ditch the politeness. Anyway...I mean it Rob. You look like you could handle what I've got and enjoy it...and I know you are into bulls..."

I turned to him, terrified, but he shook his head in reassurance.

"No, don't worry. I won't tell the stupid shit. Fuck he gives bulls a bad name though, dumb as a side of beef that one."

I stood transfixed as he gave my ass a painful swat, then went back to tend to Sabrina. The cheetah had woken up to her audience eventually, after she managed to peel herself off the back of the couch. She had spent the last minute retrieving her underwear and her purse, reapplying makeup before standing next to Marvin as if nothing had happened. Her malice filled gaze told me how she felt though.

"Well...night you two. See you...later"

"Fuck off Rob you perve pony I'll..."

"Shh Sabrina. He won't tell anyone. And he's a good guy, stop ragging on him. Night you two...remember what I said, don't do anything I wouldn't."

The bull high fived us both on the way out, winking conspiratorially as he trotted behind the fuming cheetah.

My cock ached like a fucking bitch.

"Holy...I don't believe...did I just see....ohhhhhhh wow..."

"You saw nothing, comprende?"

"Right Rob, a whole lot of nothing...trouble is my dick is like diamond hardness, and if I don't cum soon my balls are going to explode after seeing that nothing. You too I can see."

"Hey, speak for yourself, I'm just..."

"Stop lying Rob. I can tell, you're gay like me. You were watching that bull's ass like you wanted to bury your muzzle between his cheeks and never come out. And your eyes were bouncing in perfect sync with those balls. Ahhhhhh those balls....holy hell....what a set...now I know what my sister likes about Thicko the bull there..."

"Hey! Fuck you! He's not thick, and stop hanging shit on him."

The tiger looked apologetic now, and he raised his paws in supplication.

"Ok, I'm sorry, just got carried away. Look, I'll make it up to you. How would you like a blowjob? I'm really good."

Time stood still, and my heart seeming to skip a beat, as a buzzing filled my ears. Did he really...?

"Um...what..."

"I am serious. Completely and without reservation. I want your cock. All of it. I am really good, honest. I've taken half the football team at school, including a few equines, and equines are my favourite. I'll make it good, your balls will thank you."

"You're my best friend's girlfriend's younger brother and I'm supposed to be looking after you!"

"You're the wingman right? Go on, I can take it. Well, this time, it's the wingman's turn to get some. Come on, you won't be getting any from Thicko...I mean Jared. But I am willing and able. Private Patrick reporting for cocksucking duty, sah!"

He gave a little salute, and when I simply stood against the wall with my muzzle open like a gaffed fish, he got on his knees and looked up into my incredulous eyes. Then he reached for my pants, unbuckling the belt and pulling down the zip, before sliding my pants down over my ass to rest on my thighs. My boxers tented out obviously, a big dark patch where the flared head of my aching cock strained the fabric.

"Ohhhhhhh nice...even better than I imagined."

I couldn't speak, couldn't move. The weed and the booze had done their worst, and all I could do was enjoy, craving sensation like mother's milk.

"you wont be getting any from thicko...I mean Jared. But I am willing and able..."

Yeah, fuck Jared. I'm getting mine.

Nimble paws reached inside my boxers, jacking slowly and drawing a satisfied nicker from my startled muzzle, before he pulled the last barrier away to reveal my horsehood. I had dropped while watching the show, my cock extending from the sheath before swelling, so I was almost completely hard already. As Patrick gripped my cock in both paws, slowly jacking the full length and making me groan, he brought his snout to my scrotum and sniffed lewdly.

"Hmmmmm nothing like the smell of horse balls. Exquisite really...and yours, ahhhhh....."

He poked his tongue out, the same sexy tongue that teased me licking up spaghetti sauce from his chin back in the restaurant. This time he had something else to lick, lapping hungrily at the underside of my balls while I whinnied and bucked my hips against his muzzle. Ohhhhh God he was a talented tease.

"Ohhhh yeah, bigger than any of the guys at school. Not surprising I guess, still you are fucking hot Rob. You are a total stud and you don't even know it."

"Take my cock kitty..."

"Yeah? You want this stud?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Good..."

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Hot chocolatey warmth engulfed my flare, and I looked down to see that sweet tiger muzzle suddenly wrapped around the head of my cock. He closed his lips tight on the flesh of my shaft just under the head, then looked up with a glint in his eyes. His paws cupped my testicles, squeezing playfully, and then the fucking sexy bastard slowly sucked his way down my cock, keeping on long after I thought he would stop until his lips kissed the fleshy ridge of my medial ring. Then his tongue slid out and delved into the space between my sheath and the base of my cock, licking out my depths and tasting the deep equine musk inside.

I saw him close his eyes and shudder as he tasted my sheath. My eyes bulged, and I shot a mammoth spurt of precum into his greedy muzzle, absolutely turned on and ready to cum soon. His fingers started to play with my balls, harder and more confident, and he squeezed each in turn as he started to deep throat my cock with practiced ease. I felt my balls drawing up, clenching and throbbing. My flare gave a sudden throb and spread wide, and my cock twitched once. My tail lifted high, ready to flag.

Then he pulled off as I begged and whinnied, the terror kitty reducing me to a needy mess. I pulled the back of his head against me, fingertips clawed into the soft tiger fur, knocking his glasses sideways in my desperation. He didn't take my cock though; instead he opened his muzzle and closed his sharp incisors on my left ball, putting just enough pressure to dent the flesh but not draw blood.

My cock swayed from side to side, spreading drops of precum like confetti.

"Hmmmm....tasty pony."

"Fucking finish me you teasing cunt!"

"Awwwww....poor pony needs to cum does he?"

"Yes you bastard!"

"Hmm...you know, I wanted you from the moment I saw you Rob. I could see you looking at that thick...at Jared, and I wanted you to look at me like that. Looks like I did it, didn't I pony?"

"Fine, you made your point! Now, what do you fucking want?!"

The tiger stood, smiling like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, and pressed himself against the wall. His paws gripped his waist, and suddenly he pulled his pants down, letting them fall to his ankles.

He wasn't wearing any underwear, the cute taut little tiger butt flexing in anticipation as breeze ruffled his fur.

"You went commando?"

"Always. I like danger Rob...I like to feel alive. You make me feel that. Please...I want you inside me. Please?"

My cock jerked again, and I groaned loudly. I knew this was wrong, but my cock was in command. I stood behind the tiger, running my hands over his body. I could feel his muscles, lean and taut under the fabric, and I ran my paws under his shirt, making him shudder and groan almost as loudly as me. I found a pair of pert tiger nipples and roughly squeezed, getting a mewling cat cry for my troubles and a footpaw scraping along my fetlock, catching in my feathering. I was in heat; so was the tiger.

"I don't have any lube kitty...this could hurt."

He giggled again, somehow sexy even though it made him seem so different to the in control tiger that reduced me to a rutting pony mess.

"I brought a bottle with me, and it went up my ass when I went to the bathroom."

I rammed three fingers up his tailhole making him squeal, feeling the heat of his tunnel. He was right, it felt well slick and ready, tight but not too tight. He felt good. I spread my fingers wide, stretching his ass, making him grunt and cry out before finding his little tiger nub and stroking. Now he purred, pushing back against my body, his own torso spread flat against the wall.

It seemed tiger boy liked it just like his sister.

He dug his claws into the wood panelling and opened his muzzle wide in a silent scream as I slowly slid into his depths, taking my time, making him feel every inch. The little bastard had wanted to seduce a university guy three years older and presumably more experienced, so I didn't want to disappoint him. He was going to remember this fuck.

I spread my legs wide, the better to slam in deep when the time came, and the better to line up with his shorter body. His tailhole yielded reluctantly, but it yielded. I felt the pain in his skin as his tunnel spread wider and wider, my flare driving into depths he never knew he had. Then I felt the kiss of his prostate on my flare.

"Hmmm....this what you want tiger boy?"

"Ahhhh!"

I bucked, once, scraping his little nut, then pulled back and waited.

"Going to be nice now kitty?"

"Alwaysaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

Another buck, another nut pounding. I reached around, finding his cock painfully erect, the barbs feeling good against my paw. I began jacking slowly, feeling the tightening in his ass when he was close and backing off, biting his neck and licking instead, while he shook like a leaf pressed between my body and the wall.

Then I started to ride his ass in slow easy thrusts, rubbing his nut on each plunge in and then scraping it again on the way out. He was soon crying out, mewling like a kitten, and leaking everywhere.

"Ready now kitten?"

"Oh God please!"

I kept one paw on his cock, using the other to grip his left thigh. I pulled it up, lifting him higher, while he scrabbled against the wood with his claws. It opened up his crack, stretching his tailhole beautifully round my cock. He moaned and closed his eyes, ready for the end.

I gave him it all, slamming in hard, the slap of horse hips against tiger ass, the slap of tiger body against wood, the scrape of claws on timber all growing and being drowned out by the mewling cry of a tiger near the end. I felt his ass suddenly go tight, the whole length of my cock, and then pulse with feeling down the length, and his cock suddenly spurted in my paw. I felt his ass building the pleasure in my own cock, and before I could stop I fell into my own climax, biting down on his neck and holding him spread on the wall like a fly under a swatter as I pounded into his tailhole and filled him with horse spunk. The scent of sex filled my nostrils, and the scent of well bred tiger. I licked him, tasting his sweat. It tasted good.

"Hey, I told you they would be up here, and I was right, look...oh......"

I turned suddenly to see that we were no longer alone. Jared and Abbey had come, reaching the top part of the balcony round the corner just in time to see the end of our climax. As I looked into their eyes, registering the stunned amazement, I felt suddenly so tired. I fell back a little, taking one step to regain my balance. My cock pulled free of Patrick's ass with a pop, followed by a gush of stallion seed, and a long thick string hung in midair joining my cocktip to his wide spread ass lips.

Patrick fell backwards too, turning to face the two stunned watchers. His cock was still hard as steel, red and angry looking, but covered in a liberal coating of cum. The wall bore the rest of his load, dripping down the woodwork. He leaned on my shoulder to regain his balance before giving his sister a jaunty salute.

"Hey sis! Thanks for the night, this was better than my birthday!"

As I scrabbled clumsily with my pants trying to get them on again, I saw the expression on the tigress' face turn nuclear. She emitted an unearthly howl of rage, turned and threw a punch that caught Jared square in the stomach. She turned on her heels and stalked off, pulling a ring off her finger to throw it at the bull. Jared tried to go after her but in his drunk state couldn't quite manage it. When he went to catch the ring while still pursuing the fleeing tigress, he instead managed to trip over his own hooves and faceplanted on the staircase.

The tiger and I went to his rescue, both of us pulling on his shoulder to try and get him up. He just lay there groaning for a minute though, resisting our efforts, before finally falling silent. I thought I heard him crying.

"Jared...mate...um...are you ok?"

"You are so fired as my wingman."

"Yeah...let's get you home."

"No...fuck you. Fuck you both. I don't want to see you again. Fuck off.Git."

I looked at the tiger, and he looked at me and shrugged. He stood up, straightening his crooked glasses, and waved as he prepared to leave.

"Thanks Rob...thanks for everything. I'm sorry if I made things bad for you, but I'm not sorry we did that. You are a stud Rob...really."

I saw his tail swishing as he turned the corner, my focus back on Jared. He wasn't having a bar of me though.

"I said git you fucking ponyslut..fuck off!"

I did reluctantly, after collaring Marvin to warn him and ask him to look after Jared. Maybe he needed space. Maybe we both needed space. I had to respect his wishes either way.

The walk home was not a happy one. One thing kept my mind focussed through the walk; the simple ring I was holding in my paws. I had found it at the bottom of the stairs, where it had tumbled after Abbey tossed it at Jared. A Russian wedding ring, three bands of gold together.

There was some major shit going down here.

*****

The abflexer looked awesome. Really, I couldn't believe I had managed without it so far, but I knew I had to get one now. If only I could find my credit card, but I couldn't seem to find my pants. I knew they were about here somewhere, but I didn't mind. Pants were overrated.

I was sitting on the couch nude but for a t-shirt which appeared to be covered in chocolate syrup, watching home shopping. It was soothing. I needed soothing. Thankfully I hadn't relied solely on home shopping network for my soothing.

The ashtray beside the couch contained the remains of two joints smoked with more speed and less enjoyment than was my usual. I had also found the only stash of alcohol we had left, and it wasn't promising, a single bottle of Bailey's Irish Crème lost in the back of the cupboard. After the two joints, I thought what the hell, and started drinking. It didn't taste half bad, at least on the way down. On the way up again it tasted foul.

By now I was drunk, stoned, vaguely morbid, and slipping into the demonic embrace of home shopping. I had resisted the temptations of the vegetable slicer thingy, just, but the ab flexer...well, how could I resist those brain dead guys with perfect abs. I am after all a ponyslut.

Staring at my phone hadn't helped at all. Not one call, not one text. I had caved after the Bailey's meltdown, ringing Jared, but his phone was off. He never had his phone off.

About 3 am, the sound of keys jangling against the door woke me from an abflexer psychosis. I had started to have visions of the buff wolf on the ad abflexing while he pounded my ass, all the while grinning like a lobotomy patient as a voiceover promised more anal orgasms than you could handle all for 12 easy payments of 99.95 a month. I had decided to find my credit card, which returned me to the whole pants issue, which made me curl up in a ball on the couch and cry bitter tears for the cruelty of the world. And pants. They were the cruellest of all.

The door suddenly poked open, only half way, and a swaying form blocked out the light on the stairwell landing. A long groan, and a curse followed, before the complete entity finally made its way through and managed to close the door after a couple of tries. It was Jared, swaying a lot even for him. When he turned to face me, his face looked terrible, and he was holding a large bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Well, if it isn't Rob...nice Rob, everyone likes Rob...he's you pal, Rob...Bob...hehe, Bob...I never thought to call you that until now..."

"Jared, are you ok?"

"Ok? Sure....sure....fanfuckingtastic...legendary...that's why I've got my Jack...Jack's my pal, really, not Bob...Bob's a cunt..."

"Jared, please I'm sorry. You did say I should give him a good night..."

"Oh good. Swell, great, just being helpful. Shagging my girl's young bro when you're supposed to be looking out for him...that's, like so good of you Rob...Bob...Bobby...Wobbles..."

"I know I shouldn't have, but he is over 18, and legal, and he wanted it, and..."

"And I guess that means you're a fag too, doesn't it Rob."

I hung my head at that. He didn't even sound angry saying it, just sort of matter of fact. I didn't know whether to be pissed off at the insult, or pleased he wasn't going ape.

"Yes mate, I'm gay. I should have told you, I know, but now you know. No harm, no foul..."

"No harm...no foul...riiiiiight. That should impress Abs a treat. She was so thrilled, let me tell you!"

"Jar, what is going on with you two?"

"We aren't a two any more, you cunt. She went ballistic, accusing me of using you to corrupt her brother, saying I knew you were a fag, that I set it up. Of course I didn't, did I. Didn't know you were a fag, unlike everyone else. Patrick...Marvin...Sabrina...everyone knew but good ole me...stupid thick beefy Jar, the wonderdunce."

I managed to get off the couch then, trotting on unsteady hooves and pulling Jar into the room. I couldn't believe how badly Abbey was taking this, it didn't really make sense. I didn't expect her to be pleased, but this?

My big bull leant on me, almost pulling us both down as we swayed together.

"Well, makes sense now doesn't it. The lack of girlfriends, mystery dates you wouldn't bring back here. I am a stupid bull, that's for sure, maybe you thought I'd work it out myself."

"I know, I should have told you. I don't know why I didn't...well, I know why, but that's for another time. I'm sorry it worked out like this, but why has Abbey gone all nuts?"

"Her family are all religious types Rob, but her dad is kind of scary with it. He hates gays, like really hates, and Abbey has taken some of that too. She blames me for you making her bro gay, says it couldn't be anything else after their upbringing. I tried to tell her it's not something you can choose, to be, all you can do is choose to hide it, but well..."

He was shaking now, and I held him against me. I could smell alcohol, but more I could smell bull, the unmistakable scent of Jared, his sweat, his musk. He smelled potent tonight, and I couldn't help myself savouring a little, even if it might be the last time.

"What do you want to do?"

"Well, I dunno. I'm horny as hell, and got no one to fuck. How about that ponyslut? You game?"

I thought I hadn't heard right, there must be a tear in the space time continuum or something.

"Um...what?"

"Here, see...all ready and no place to go..."

His paws fumbled with his trousers, pulling them down clumsily with his boxers to reveal the object of my deepest desires. A long thick bullcock, swaying in the open, over a big pair of bull balls. Smaller than Marvin's, but altogether more desirable to my eyes. I looked, and opened my muzzle to lick my lips and drool a little.

"See...all ready for you Robbie...throbby for Robbie heheh..."

I looked into his eyes and saw something wild, a little unhinged. This was not good, but I was too stoned and pissed to argue. There was bullcock to be had. Jared's bullcock.

"Come on wingman, you fucked up the mission. Time to do your duty and take one for your unit."

Almost on remote control I fell to the lounge room floor, on my knees, the well-worn carpet kind of painful. There it was, so close. I looked into his eyes, and seeing no sign of a warning, reached in to touch. It jerked in my paws, swelling a little more.

"Took you long enough Rob..."

Then I remembered.

When I had pulled out of Patrick, the two lovers standing at the top of the stairs with mouths agape. Abbey looking livid. Jared looking stunned.

With a huge bulge in the front of his pants.

I tried to tell her it's not something you can choose, to be, all you can do is choose to hide it, but well...

"You!...umpfgh!"

I felt big paws on my mane, gripping and pulling, and further conversation was prevented by the huge bull scrotum pressed against my muzzle. I opened my nostrils, wide, drinking in his scent, feeling the heat of his balls and the way they quivered as I breathed on them. So beautiful, so hot, and so full of sex. I opened wide, licking and slurping before catching his scrotum between my lips and pulling, stretching his sac and making his balls bulge. I cupped them, soothing and caressing as my big bull mooed his approval.

Then I engulfed his long thick bullcock and buried the tip in my throat, giving him a long slow deep throated blowjob while he wound my mane round his fingers and used the grip to muzzlefuck me. It was clumsy, and raw, each new thrust a little deeper, and I loved it, tasting him down in my guts, a torrent of bull pre leaking from the tip. Before I could get into it though, he pulled me off and pushed me roughly on the ground. I fell forward, lying flat on the rug beside the heater, and was about to lever myself up when I heard a deep rumbling bull voice.

"Stay there and don't move ponyslut."

My ears flattened in submission, and I lay dressed only in a t-shirt, terrified and aroused. Looked like the lack of pants was going to bite me again.

I heard clothes being slid over skin, then the sound of fabric sailing through the air. Then soft 'whumps' as they landed, on the couch, the television, the coffee table. Then a heavier thump, as a big bull knelt on the floor behind me. I closed my eyes, whimpering softly.

"Hmmm mighty fine ass here ponyslut. Has this ass been dreaming of my cock the last year?"

I didn't respond, then suddenly sharp pain seared across my rump as a loud crack sounded. Jared had spanked my ass hard, and it fucking hurt.

"I said...has this ass been dreaming of my cock for the last year..."

"Yes..."

It came out as a sigh. Regret, need, pain.

"Humpf...what a waste of a year ponyslut...what a waste..."

I felt a presence then, close, and saw big paws settle on the rug beside me, one on each side. He was over me, his body covering mine but not yet touching. I swished my tail, stroking him with its coarse hairs, gently caressing his belly...then something else...

"Ohhhhh yes, that's a good ponyslut...your little tail is just perfect for lots of things..."

I flicked my tail again, drawing another moo, as Jared bent forward and I felt his muzzle hot and eager on the back of my neck.

"Not as perfect as your tailhole though..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

My body exploded in sensation as the big bull licked sloppily down my back, from the nape of my neck, tracing the length of my spine. I expected him to stop, but he didn't, reaching my dock and lapping just underneath as I writhed and squirmed in pleasure. Then I felt his breath a little lower.

"Hmmm, one ripe ass here...how does this feel I wonder..."

"Whinny!"

My surprise was total, as I felt my cheeks spread by a blunt bull muzzle. His lips hit my taint, and his nostrils huffed at my tailhole, teasing the little hairs in my crevice. I was in heat, and I knew I needed to be bred hard and soon. I just hoped this wasn't some elaborate punishment and he was going to leave me hanging.

Then I smelt the scent of bull musk, thick and rich, and laced with bull pre. His balls were churning, desperate. I knew he wasn't going to leave me hanging. That scared me almost as much.

His questing muzzle left me then, and I whined like a slut in disappointment, but it was short lived. He licked all the way back up my body, finishing by nibbling at my neck. I spread my legs wide, inviting, then clasped my hooves behind him, rubbing my fetlocks over the backs of his thighs. I could feel him there, ready, in position...

Then I felt a blunt fleshy tip prod at my back.

"Hmmmm I'm a clumsy bull. Let's play a game. Pin the cock in the ponyslut...you like that game Rob?"

"Ohhhhh yes..."

"Good, I think I might enjoy it..."

A flash of something hit my brain, a small scintilla of conscious thought. I t was enough to give me second thoughts.

"Wait, Jar...lube, you need lube, I..."

A big muzzle clamped on my left ear, nuzzling and nibbling sensitive flesh. Then he pushed his muzzle into my ear and huffed, reducing me to a quivering wreck.

"No lube for you ponyslut. You fucked me over tonight without it...think you deserve payback..."

"No, Jar, wait...ughhhh!"

Suddenly his bulk fell on my back, crushing me against the rug. I couldn't move, and his hips wiggled playfully, stabbing me with that fleshy spearpoint. He hit everywhere, my tail, up my back, then down my taint, then into my sac. The last hit kind of hurt, and he apologised sheepishly for the miss. Somewhere inside the wild bull there was still sweet Jared then...

"Aghhhhhh!"

"Bullseye! Heheheheheh"

"Ohhhhh fuck wait please..."

He struck gold finally, that big bullcock tip penetrating my donut, spreading the walls of my anus and stretching almost too painfully. Then he stopped.

"Fuck that feels hot Rob. And tight...so tight. Never had a girl this tight...might have to take pity on you after all..."

"Oh yes please...."

I felt him reach down, wondering, then heard the wet squelching noises of self-pleasuring. My bull was masturbating, his tip buried in my tailhole. I wondered at that, then I felt the first drops of precum squirt into the opening of my tunnel. It felt good, each new release tingling inside me.

"There...must make it good...so good for my little pony...hehehe...my beautiful pony..."

He stopped, rubbing his paw along my flanks. I felt the rough calloused paw, strong and agile, as it stroked, digging into my sides, then my shoulders. Soon both paws gripped me there, fingertips digging in painfully and yet pleasurably as he prepared for the next stage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Mooooooooooooooo!"

He sank into me, one long slow perfect inch at a time. I felt it all the way, the tapered tip spreading new territory deep into my ass, the thicker shaft following, touching every nerve, the broad base spreading my tailhole impossibly wide. I was about to cry out for mercy when it happened, he bottomed out deeper inside me than I had ever taken a guy, and I felt my taint pressed by a heavy pair of bull balls.

He lay over me, our bodies touching everywhere, still huffing into my ear, while he just wiggled his hips a little side to side. No hurry, no wildness now. Surprisingly tender.

"Are you ready for me Rob?"

"Yes..."

Then it began.

*****

The buzzing sound was really fucking annoying. I wanted it to go away, but somehow that didn't seem to work. I thrust out one paw, aiming for the general direction of the buzzing. My paw managed to hit something, but only enough to knock it. The buzzing was closer now, and more annoying. Wonderful.

I opened my eyes one at a time. I instantly regretted that, as sunlight bored into my skull and began stomping around in big lead boots. Deciding to forego vision for the moment, I checked my other senses.

I felt warm, so that was nice. Nice and warm...there was something nice and warm over and around me, and it felt...comforting. Something else wasn't comforting though...I realised with a start that there was a burning shooting pain in my ass. My muzzle opened and I let out a soft cry at that, as the pain registered fully and my ass begged for attention. I clenched reflexively, and realised part of my problem. There was something in my ass. Something big, and fleshy and...

My nostrils flared, picking up the scent of bull. And then sweat, and musk, and alcohol and then the strongest scent of all drowning out the rest and filling my nostrils with it's aroma.

Cum. Everywhere. On me, on the floor, pungent, thick. Cum.

Bull cum, and horse cum. All over the place. I put my paw over my eyes to shield them a little and opened them a touch, feeling all over my body for signs of other damage.

"Ohhhhhh fuck...what happened...?"

"Umpfgh."

Then I froze. The scent of bull...and the feel of bull...

At first, a vision of Marvin came to mind.

"He's cute though, I'll give him that, but fuck he needs to ditch the politeness. Anyway...I mean it Rob. You look like you could handle what I've got and enjoy it...and I know you are into bulls..."

"M...Marvin?"

"Umgphf"

The warmth increased, and I felt myself pulled in tight to another body. A big one, warm, strong...

But the scent was not Marvin.

"Holy fuck! Jared!?!?!?"

"Keep the noise down. I'm trying to die here."

Paws gripped me gently but firmly, and I felt a big bull body now, my senses telling me finally that I was on my side, spooned by the bull. A bull who was still buried to the hilt in my very sore ass.

"What the fuck..."

"Can we do this tomorrow? I'm too fucked to do anything but die."

"What are you doing in my ass?"

"Hibernating."

Then he giggled, derpy bull in all his glory.

Memory came back slowly, but it came. The dinner, the club, the tiger...Abbey. Then back here, the feel of Jared inside me, the long hard fucking that went on and on until we came, then continued like the orgasm never happened. I don't know how long it went on, but my ass told me way too long. Booze always made Jared horny and delayed orgasm. More than a few of his girlfriends looked bowlegged after he brought them home after a night on the piss.

"Jar...I'm sorry and..."

"Stop that shit will you? We need to talk, but not today."

"Wait, one thing before I relapse into whatever drug fucked coma I'm currently in. The ring..."

"Oh fuck...yeah...I looked, but it must have fallen off or something..."

"I've got it."

"Well...I guess that's a wingman's job too."

"Am I still fired?"

"Totally. Never again."

"Ok. But what about the ring..."

"I proposed. While you and fuzzy ass were doing the vertical mambo. We came out to find you so we could tell you."

"I'm sorry Jar..."

"Don't be. I...I've been trying to avoid things for too long. I thought if I settled down with a girl, got married, started a family, I could bury those feelings deep enough I couldn't find them. Then of all the nights...I see you in action, and suddenly I feel like an idiot. What if I had just told you how I felt...but no, I had to do the stupid. I always do the stupid. Truthfully, I think you saved me from something Rob. From running away from myself."

I flexed my ass, squeezing his cock and drawing an appreciative moo.

"Ohhh more of that ponyslut."

"I'm still ponyslut?"

"Totally."

Another flex.

"Are you taunting me with your ass?"

"Oui monsieur, and if you call me ponyslut, I shall be forced to taunt you, a second time!"

"Ponyslut!"

Our happy game was interrupted by reality though. Suddenly the buzzing made sense. My phone was on the carpet next to my head, and it was still buzzing angrily. I picked it up and checked.

"Eleven missed calls, and seven texts."

"Fuck, I think mine is probably at least as bad."

"We should..."

"Nah...I want more of this ass."

Now I yelped. Before I could plead for my ass though, a new sound made us both jerk wide awake.

A knock on the door.

"Hello...Jared, Rob? I know you're in there, please, I need to see you!"

It was Patrick.

I looked at my bull, and he at me. We were on the rug in front of the couch. Our coats were covered in jizz, my mane was a mess, there was stuff thrown everywhere, an empty bottle of Bailey's was smashed on the mantelpiece. I was using one cushion from the couch as a pillow, and we were naked apart from a small throw that normally went over the back of the lone armchair and was now covering us inadequately. And I still had a bull buried balls deep in my ass.

Jared shook his head, violently. I grimaced, preparing to argue.

"Look, I got your address and your key from Abbey. Just so you know...I'm coming in ok? Don't shoot me or anything..."

"Wait..!"

"Fuck...!"

We both went into a flap, managing a lot of wild looks and paw waving but not a lot of action before the light in the room doubled as the front door was opened. Both of us cringed at the sudden assault on our hungover brains, before squinting enough to make out the figure at the door.

"Shut the fucking door!"

It closed with a thud, and we collected our wits.

Standing in the doorway was Patrick, the tiger looking almost as dishevelled as we were. He had a big bruise over one eye, and his clothes were ruffled. He was carrying two big bags over his shoulder.

We stared. He stared. Then he finally regained the power of speech.

"Fuck!"

"I thought you didn't swear."

"Not till now, but...fuck! Can I tell Abbey? Please?"

"No! Patrick, what the fuck?"

Then I took in the bruises, and the bags, and the clothes, and most of all the haunted look on his face. I knew.

"Your dad?"

He nodded.

"So...I need somewhere to stay, and as it's sort of your fault Rob...I thought, this would be great."

Jared groaned, and I laughed a little. My laughter died suddenly as I realised two things; first that Patrick was deadly serious, and second, that he was staring at my cock lolling against my belly almost fully hard. That pink tiger tongue poked out again...licking his lips and grinning. For some reason, I couldn't resist that grin.

We sent Patrick into the kitchen while we found clothes and what remained of our brains. The argument was strangely muted, I was surprised to find. I caught Jared staring at the kid's bruises, a dark look in his eyes. Suddenly some more things made sense.

Eventually we agreed on a compromise. He could stay until something better was found, but we wouldn't throw him out too. Jared seemed comfortable, but he wanted my assurance.

"Ok, but I need you back as my wingman for this one."

"Really? Didn't I kind of fuck it up last time and..."

"You'll get better. I need you Rob...I need you..."

Suddenly a lot of things were becoming very real. I did have time for a bit of a laugh though.

"Well, it could be good. After all, now Abbey is off the menu."

"How so?"

"You said you wanted to raise a kid? Instant teenager...your wish granted."

My big bull tried to throttle me then, but only half-heartedly. I could tell he was secretly pleased.

*****

We ate breakfast in bed, watching the stupid movie on the bedroom TV. It was three in the bed, my bull, me and the tiger, as always managing to get between us and snuggle in. He was staring at Val Kilmer with his ears perked up tall, tail swishing against my thighs somewhere in the bedas he followed every movement of the leopard on the screen. Volleyball has never been so good.

Then I felt a paw on my sheath, just gently rubbing. I was about to yell at my bull, when I felt claws. I stared hard at Patrick, then kneed him in the hip. He gave a soft meow of pain and looked at me kind of hurt, but the paw left my sheath alone.

My bull had noticed the exchange, but his expression was kindly.

"Knew he was a horny little fucker the first time I saw him. Can't keep your paws to yourself can you kitty?"

"You know it Marvin."

The big bull lay back contentedly while the tiger teased him with suggestive looks. He knew better than to try much though; Marvin had made his thoughts clear the first time they met a year ago, and he hadn't changed his tune.

"This movie is the most asinine, unintentionally homoerotic piece of propaganda bullshit since Triumph of the Will."

I had to agree with the tiger on that one. He had stared to introduce swearing over the last year. It was still a work in progress.

"So, if that's breakfast guys...I wondered if we could see Jared today."

I exchanged glances with Marvin. So that was what the cunning cat had been working on.

"So...you get me all fed and relaxed and thinking about...wingmen, and the past and then..."

"Hey, no conspiracy here just the best of intentions. Honestly, you two are far too suspicious..."

"We know you Patrick. That's why we are suspicious."

Marvin liked to be blunt. I could tell the tiger was hurt though, so I ruffled his headfur until he purred.

"Maybe Pat...maybe later."

I knew that wouldn't do though, and I knew once I had caved this much, the tiger would push it until I went through with it. I sighed, a deep sigh, and my lover bull stroked my back.

"You haven't seen him for a while Rob. It's a good time. See how he is..."

"Yeah."

And so I found myself heading for the old flat we used to share, scene of so much fun, so many memories, and so much angst. The night we went to the club, the night on the lounge floor, the morning when Pat knocked on our door. A year ago. It felt like longer.

I knocked, loudly, and waited. As I waited, my mind replayed the months that followed, the disappointments piling up until I couldn't breathe. The girls, the emotional absences, the haunted looks. I had believed in the fairytale, forgetting that it took one emotion charged night fuelled by booze and weed to bring things to a head. And when the smoke settled, and reality came in with a rush, Jared reverted to type even though he said he loved me. I believed he did too, if it came to it. He was just too mixed up and uncertain of who he was to make that mean something more than a dull ache that squeezed my heart to pieces, coming home time after time to him fucking another girl in our bed.

Always apologetic. Always remorseful. Always cut up by what he did. Always repeating the mistake.

Marvin had been a perfect shoulder to cry on. The bull was gentle, kind, and mature as well as insightful. He knew how it was, and he knew how I was.

"I know you love me little horse, but I know you aren't in love with me, not like you are with Jared. Maybe he will come round one day. Meantime, if you want to share my life, I can't think of anyone I'd rather share with."

For some reason I didn't mind at all when he fucked other people. Sometimes we fucked them together. It didn't carry the same sting. We were friends as much as lovers, but still I craved.

I craved Jared.

The door opened, and I gasped a little, seeing him almost as I remembered a year ago today. Same look, same derpy bull grin.

"Any girls in Thicko?"

"No Patrick. And thanks for that, you cunt."

"Don't mention it sirloin. Now, where's the television."

"Where it always was...hey..."

"Don't worry Jar. He lives in his own world as always. Best not to interrupt him."

"Yeah, I remembered. How are you Rob?"

"Good..."

"How's Marvin?"

"Perpetually erect as always."

That hurt him, a little. I hated myself for it, but I drank in his pain anyway. I needed it to sustain me.

"Great...thanks for that image dude..."

Patrick got things back on an even keel, pulling us in and fixing sandwiches while we talked. It seemed easier, somehow this time, maybe because I had that time a year ago in my mind. Remembered pleasure and love is a powerful thing.

"Hey, I've got a surprise for you two...hang on..."

We were sitting on the couch, puzzled, when Pat turned on the TV. It was Top Gun again, the music blaring. I looked at Pat, who shrugged innocently. Then at Jared...he had a far away look, smiling without the melancholy for once.

"Wingman...you were such a fucking useless wingman..."

"Hey...you can be my wingman..."

"No...you...can be...my...wingman..."

We grinned and rested out muzzles together, letting the past fill our minds.

"Rob...I've been thinking..."

"Yeah? Hurt did it?"

"Oohh and you used to say I loved hitting below the belt."

"Sorry...go on."

"Well...I've been seeing a shrink, trying to work out some of the stupid shit I've done...mostly to you...and the fucking bad stuff from the past that is making me do it and..."

I wasn't sure if I was ready for this conversation.

"That's great Jar. I'm pleased to hear it."

"I guess all I wanted to say is...I still love you Rob. I'm sorry I fucked it up, but...I still love you."

I felt his paw on mine, clasping tight. Against my better judgement I clasped back. A deep, pained sigh filled the room, drowning out the stupid dialogue. And then I heard the most disturbing thing.

My bull was crying. I nestled against him, patting his horns, and he rubbed his muzzle on my neck.

Reminiscing is a dangerous thing some times.

Behind us, I heard the sound of an emo tiger grinning.