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Unexpected Guest

By Luther

At the base of the mountains in the Pacific Northwest there sat an incongruity. Or it lay thereabouts - it's hard to tell exactly which mountains at times. This particular anomaly broke far from its old culture to land squarely in another. For on the American West Coast, within the shadow of these earthen giants, there was a building constructed in the style most traditional to the island nation of Japan.

This curiosity existed for some time, fell into disuse, and then sat abandoned until found by another who became its sole occupant. To the best of his knowledge it was a sort of traveler's rest built up to take advantage of the natural hot springs that occurred there. Perhaps it was just ahead of its time? It was obvious that someone would capitalize on it. It just wasn't expected that they would do it so... exotically.

On a particularly mild afternoon, Lorank found himself raking the grounds in front of the gates free of pine needles and other debris. While only the winds and wildlife disturbed the pathways, it always gave him something to do. Today though, he spotted a speck of movement far along the trail. It was coming closer and it looked to be a hiker. It was a horse! A rather small fellow, bearing a pack meant for a long trip. He looked especially diminutive compared to the massive creature Lorank was. He had a thin frame that his clothes just hung onto. As the stranger neared, he raised his arm to wave in greeting.

"Hello there, I'm Scottio!" the equine declared on approach. "I heard this was like a lodge, a place where people stay?" the horse left the question hanging in the air. It was easy to spot Lorank's red fur but he must have seen him dressed in his work clothes, a simple robe and apron, and assumed him to be an employee.

The echidna bit his lip a little. This was unusual. Now he recognized this horse. He had... seen him before in a more private setting and without the horse's knowledge. Lorank blushed hard, the heat turning his cheeks even redder than they normally were. Thankfully, Scottio didn't seem to notice.

Still, he seldom got visitors up here. The remoteness normally maintained that status quo and he never put out any advertisement. This Scottio must have sensed the confusion and spoke. "I remember my granddad used to talk about this place and I decided I might pay it a visit."

The big guy furrowed his brow in contemplation. Thinking of no better way to explain, Lorank turned and bid the horse follow behind with a gesture of his hand. With his guest in tow, he led them through the gates and building where not a soul resided. He led them around the back, to pass by the uninhabited rock gardens and come within view of the hot springs devoid of patrons. There was no courtesy set out for would-be guests and no desk to guard the room keys. The message was slowly sinking in.

"This isn't a business is it?" Scottio finally asked, breaking the silence.

Lorank shook his head.

"You just live up here and look after the place, huh?"

The big fellow nodded.

"You don't talk much... do you?"

Another nod.

"Well I didn't know what to expect, so I did bring a tent along. If you don't mind, I can just pitch my tent outside and leave in the morning?" Scottio sighed, his shoulders slumped and he held his head in hand as if in thought. It was now Lorank's turn to see the distress. Almost instinctively he reached out and put a hand on the little horse's shoulder, prompting him to look up again. With only a moment's thought he tilted his head and motioned towards one of the empty guest rooms. The smaller horse bowed and spouted a litany of appreciation as he scurried away to place his things there, but not before looking back and stealing a glance at his host's rump -ever the sucker for big guys. Lorank just shook his head.

Sometime later, after settling in, Scottio was drawn from his room by the smell of cooking food. Lorank was squeezed within the kitchen, practicing his recreation of the food once served here. He had no need to call the horse to the table as the aroma did that for him. Lorank looked up and saw his guest appear in the doorway and linger there, unsure if he may enter. The big guy assuaged the fear by coming out from behind the counter, removing his apron and setting a plate upon the table for him. Steamed rice, a medley of fish and other sea creatures, and hot tea prompted him to pad from cover and into the room.

Scottio was not looking at the food however, the source of his fascination was significantly more apparent. When you're as big as Lorank is you simply cannot hide it. Likewise, when one is as hung as he is, there is no disguising it. No pair of pants, trousers, or other lower wear was anywhere baggy enough to conceal that massive strain his natural endowment created in the pants struggling to contain the brute. When Scottio first saw him, he thought that mass beneath his apron was some kind of front-mounted pack or some other Japanese thing. Now with the apron removed... he had no idea how he could have missed it!

How did this man get so enormous? Did it really matter? The echidna was a beast, a towering specimen of physical perfection (if one's idea of perfection involved being built like a mountainside). It was like looking at some beast of legend. Few times in his life had Scottio stared so hard at something and likewise pretended so hard not to. It certainly didn't help things that the height difference put said bulging strain closer to face level with the horse than not. When Lorank moved to pour the tea it was scant inches from his face, pushing so hard against the fabric of his pants he was afraid (and secretly hopeful) it might burst the seams. This of course served as a supreme distraction to Scottio when he tried to converse with the echidna -or at least try to. The horse was thankful that he thought to scramble to sit down so that he might hide his now swelling erection. Even now he could feel his shaft pressing against the underside of the table.

The thing one must understand about Lorank is that he normally is a reserved individual in stark contrast with his appearance. While one might be intimidated or even overwhelmed by his size, if they knew him they'd know there was no need to be.

But there was something about this horse that was different and thereby brought out a side Lorank seldom indulged. Being different was something the echidna could actually relate to. Enough so that he could pretend not to notice the hoss's constant ogling. Lorank wasn't stupid. He knew what he had between his legs and that others would notice it too. But he found this guest easy to forgive and more than once he had to retreat behind the counter on some pretense to will away a strange arousal he felt. There was just something about Scottio that he couldn't place.

The conversation was predictably one-sided. Scottio feasted on rice and eye candy while Lorank was able to learn some about his visitor: that he worked at a coffee shop some distance away and had chosen the path of studying computers. So in this matter did the rest of the evening meal pass and sleep was not far behind.

Soon it was nighttime, quiet and dark. Not much stirring outside at all. Even the wind was hushed. Lorak lay in bed and opened his eyes, immediately his attention was drawn downward to the massive throbbing pillar between his legs. Late night wood... fantastic. He vaguely recalled dreams of Scottio and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It wasn't going away and his normal plan of taking care of things might cause too much of a mess and too much noise. Perhaps elsewhere?

Lorank stood, the floor heaved underneath, and his achingly hard cock stood several feet in in front of him at attention. Was it mentioned that he was enormous? Forced to take several deep breaths to calm down enough to move, he noticed how his black shaft caught the moonlight and the overstuffed head of it glistened with the beginnings of precum. No clothes could contain him like this so he had to rely on the cover of darkness. The hot springs would do to calm him, they always did.

While he could do a lot of things, sneaking wasn't exactly on the big fellow's list of fortes. That didn't stop him from trying. He moved quickly between the shadows of the spaces between windows, well aware of the irony of having to sneak through his own house. Why was he doing this? Every slow creaking of the floor brought a moment of hesitation which was quickly pushed aside by the ever growing need to get off. It made him throw caution to the wind, it made him desperate to find refuge.

There was a quick sound and Lorank reactively turned the corner to face it. Unfortunately this brought his considerable manhood swinging around as well. It impacted something in the dark with a heavy thud. There was a stumbling and a loud 'oof!' Something was caught between the wall and Lorank's bobbing member.

Poor Scottio had been smooshed! Now this was a chance blundering of an embarrassing caliber, trapping his guest in such a way. Only Lorank was embarrassed though, Scottio had tortured himself too much by keeping the big guy at arm's length. Now was his chance! Even though the breath had just been knocked from him, his nimble fingers reached out to work their way along the wonderfully and oppressively warm shaft pinning him there. A slight gasp in the dark, a flexing of that cock, a shifting patch of moonlight that revealed the horse to already be in the nude. Was this so chance an encounter?

If the hoss had one flaw it was his impulsiveness. More times than not he'd allow it to get him into situations way over his head. This time was no different and his tendencies did not fail him. Initiative spurred his hands to explore and his boldness coupled with Loranks's need held any objections at bay. His advances took the echidna by surprise. Scottio, fueled by his need to explore every inch, stepped forward and Lorank stepped back. Now it was his turn to be overwhelmed, a rare occurrence indeed!

This much smaller creature slowly pushed the larger backwards, every dancing finger along that twitching shaft an electric sensation until Lorank's body moved into in the spilling silver moonlight and could be seen at last. What a mountain of muscle this echidna was! Every inch of every bulging surface was sublime and roving fingers traced circuitous routes over arms and legs as thick as tree trunks and a chest that stood like a chiseled cliff face. Scottio pressed his face into the pectoral fur and inhaled sharply, enjoying the scent found there.

Then the hoss looked down and saw his host's bare cock for the first time. This monster was even bigger than he thought! If he were entertaining any foolish notion that he might be able to somehow take that... well they were gone now. There was simply no way. Scottio pursed his lips in thought for a moment. They both heard the dull pattering of raindrops striking the rooftop and the ground outside. A storm was moving in.

The horse was undeterred! His wandering mind had spent too much time thinking about just this moment to let it pass without gaining some prize. With renewed vigor he threw himself back onto the echidna, still dumbstruck. Those untamable hands flew back down towards the one place Scottio couldn't keep himself away from. He bent onto his knees to better reach and ran his flat tongue along the underside of that throbbing shaft, starting at the base and working his way up. It traveled so far that by the time he reached the fat head of Lorank's cock, his tongue was nearly dry! He replenished himself as he passed over the wide slit and lapped up the now dripping precum. Continuing to play with his newest toy, he took to grabbing it with both hands to see if he could wrap them around it. Much to his delight he failed entirely despite his best efforts. Of course he'd fail, the thing was thicker than his leg, thicker than his own torso!

For all his size and strength, Lorank was held powerless by sheer skill. Or maybe part of him wanted to be? All things considered, it has definitely been a while and he didn't really care at the time. He couldn't stand much more -literally. Lorank's knees buckled and he fell backwards onto his rear with a ground-shaking crash, rattling dishware in the kitchen and the myriad of decoration scattered about.

Scottio pounced, having made the resolution that if he couldn't ride that beast then he'd see him blow! The horse shivered at the thought -at the anticipation of what that would look like. He grabbed hold of that desire and used to fuel his attentions further, kissing the painfully hard cock head that now jutted up into the air. His attentions trailed downwards until he reached the bloated sack that rested beneath it. Each were easily twice the size of his head -no, three times! The horse nuzzled against them and shivered, hearing them churn with untold amounts of cum as he rubbed along their sides.

He could hear Lorank moan, the first real sound he heard come from him, and felt one of those huge arms against his back pressing him into it. The horse took it a step further and climbed forward into Lorank's lap. He straddled him and wrapped his legs around the cock as nearly as big as he was, grunting as he pressed his own against the hot flesh. Thick rivulets of pre ran own it and soaked into his fingers. Scottio's hands glided up and down the fantastic length made slick with spunk. Faster and faster he worked. He could feel the big guy's heartbeat quickening.

Lightning flashed and illuminated the room for a moment, revealing Lorank's tightly shut eyes. Thunder cracked and the behemoth jumped and shuddered under the weight of so much pleasure. His stomach muscles bunched up and he panted under Scottio's continued assault.

The horse could hear him groaning again. Or was that actually coming from those monstrous balls? It was like those seconds before an earthquake or tornado hit when you knew something big was coming. He could see those balls pulling up, that head flaring, those toes curling...

There was lightning once more streaking the room and, just as quickly, Scottio was struck straightaway in the chest by a jet of cum powerful enough to make him stagger! It actually knocked the horse back and off that lap, fumbling into the dark. Lorank stuck to his guns and kept his silence even amid a tremendous orgasm. Thick cum flew into the air. It struck the ceiling and came down on Scottio. The horse opened his mouth to catch what he could while it rained down on top of him. One shot even knocked over a lamp. So much for not making a mess!

By the end of it all there was no sight of little Scottio. There was only a dripping cascade of white in his shape with two eyes peeking out, blinking before it collapsed with a splash and curled up next to Lorank. The giant heaved a sigh of relief and wrapped a sticky arm around him. Even though he was entirely covered, the horse wasn't exactly complaining. He'd certainly help clean up for the promise of a second round!