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--1

Anybody who saw Sammy thought he was very lucky. Sitting at either side of him were ladies who could have passed for twins, the both of them exotic mixes of Doberman and jackal blood. One was colored more typically of her Doberman side, which was black with a chocolate-brown secondary color. The other was physically identical in shape, size, and pattern, but where her sister was black, she was a richer hue of brown.

Unlike Sammy, who was a youthful, slender, and bashful otter boy, the girls were confident, a trait they were attempting to rub off on the shy lutrine. Not that that was the only thing they were rubbing off on him, because while they each had a drink in hand, they were sidled up close to Sammy, their free paws roaming his inoffensive twink form, which was dressed only in the most terse of dance club clothing - fishnet and shorts.

Secluded - but not hidden - in the corner of a table booth, they cuddled idly into Sammy and sandwiched him, meanwhile growling warmly, the sound mostly lost in the thunderous music.

The black, blue-eyed dog pushed her muzzle down into the cup of one of Sammy's ears, just to be heard over the music. "Enjoying yourself?" she cooed.

Breathing in a slow, relaxed way, Sammy nodded. At that moment, the other girl kissed his cheek, her green eyes glinting, making him crack a tiny smile.

For most men in relationships, a look like that meant he was going to get laid. When it came to Sammy and the girls, things were never that straightforward, but he always wound up happy.

The dogs' beauty tended to draw in other men quickly, and so reliably as to be taken for granted. On that particular night, a pair of buddy stallions were eying them from the far edge of the dance floor, glancing over every few seconds, their interest painfully obvious.

Being the closest to the edge of the booth, Sutra met the gaze of the horses. It was hard for them to see, but she winked before turning back to the otter. She nibbled softly at his neck, and she savored his resultant, cooing moan.

Well across the dance floor, the two stallions had a short talk. "Hey," one said, "she winked at me. I saw it."

"So what?" the other said, perplexed. "They got a guy with 'em."

"He looks like a fag, probably their gay buddy or something. Come on, let's go get laid."

That was all the coaxing the second stallion needed, and they brazenly approached the booth. Before Sammy and the girls even noticed them, the first stud slipped into the booth, around the opposite side of the table, and he scooted in close with a wide, gleaming grin. The second sat sideways on the table, looming over the trio.

"Hello, ladies," the stallion on the booth seat murred with a bob of his eyebrows, his voice only just audible over the music.

In size, the two studs were comparable. Both were somewhere just past seven feet tall, and both were muscular beyond the expectation of a horse.

The stallion in the booth with Sammy and his girlfriends had an unbroken black coat of fur. The flesh of his nose was gray, and his eyes were blue, but everything else about him was black. More colorful was the second stud, whose body was dominantly a dark brown shade, broken up by white markings on his head; in particular, a diamond shape between his eyes. In even greater contrast, his nose was pink, and his eyes were amber.

Their colors weren't what had the girls checking them out, though, and neither were they the reason that Sammy was shrinking into the seat. Put simply, they were extremely masculine and intimidating, wearing tight muscle shirts and tighter jeans, with rips in the knees on the black stallion.

"Hello, yourself," said Sutra, winking up at the stallion, though her free paw still languidly stroked Sammy's body, the boy by then quite tense.

Willfully and completely ignoring Sammy's very existence, the black stallion leaned in closer to Karmin, whom he was sitting inches from, and wrangled his toothy grin into more of a smile. "I'm thinking that you," he paused, then rolled his eyes over to Sutra, "and you, need a couple of big, strong stallions tonight, help you move some furniture - your bed, especially." Accompanying the bold, if not hamfisted announcement, he lay a strong hand on Karmin's thigh, giving it a squeeze which the dog didn't resist.

Despite the stallion's behavior, Sammy exhibited no backbone. Sometimes he tried to, but it was always quickly nipped in the bud, if not by the men they kept passing through their lives, then by Karmin and Sutra themselves. Never would they let the otter come to harm, but he was by no means in control of them, or himself.

"Um, listen," the otter said, speaking up just enough for the black to hear him (which earned the twink only a dismissive glare). "They're here with me. They, um," a pause, and he tightened his body up, "they don't need your cuh-company, so leave."

The black horse kept glaring at Sammy distastefully, but the brown-and-white one laughed. "Oh, shit," he cackled, "that's really fuckin' cute, did you girls train him to say that?"

Offering no answer, the dogs just giggled, while Sammy sat humiliated and blushing, peering away from the horses. After a moment, Karmin spoke up, "You know, we could use some big hunks to do some heavy lifting, stuff that little Sammy here just isn't built for."

Grunting, hiding his face against Sutra's neck, Sammy said nothing.

Despite hugging the otter sympathetically, Sutra added to the otter's misery, remarking, "Yeah, he's decent enough for some things, but he just can't quite make us happy..."

Ignoring the soft groan Sammy made (in the same moment, he crossed his legs), Karmin reached up and stroked along the broad chin of the black stud, making him growl lewdly. "So, you up to showing our boy how to," a smirk, "move furniture?"

"Yeah, baby," sneered the black horse, leaning in low, all but looming over the dog-mix. Letting his broad snout brush against her ear, he rumbled, "Your place, or...?"

The girls again shared a look; Sutra hadn't heard him, but a simple glance was all it took for her to understand, and she smiled slyly and nodded.

"Our place," the green-eyed dog grinned.

--2

The drive home wasn't long, but it was agonizing for Sammy. Being the only one who hadn't had any alcohol that night (even though neither of the girls were even buzzed, as near as he could tell), he was the designated driver. He sat alone, chaste, in the front as he drove.

Everyone else sat in the back seat. Together, the horses took up the entirety of, their heavy bodies making the rear end sag. Karmin and Sutra sat in their laps, jokingly out of necessity, but truly so they could grind their asses against the studs' bulges. Such an arrangement also made it easy for the stallions to grope and fondle them, much to the delight of the dogs, who loved their large, masculine hands, going out of their way to describe just how nice they felt.

Sammy, tightening his grip on the wheel to white-knuckle, shifted in the seat. Down between his legs, his cock throbbed under his shorts, desperate for some of the attention his girls were lavishing on the stallions.

"Ah, yeah," one of the girls shuddered; Sammy hadn't been with them long enough to tell their nearly-identical voices apart. "You can squeeze a little harder than that," she added. Not a second later, "Mmmh, yeah, I love those strong hands... I forget, sometimes, what it's like to have a man feeling me up."

Imperceptibly, Sammy whimpered in frustration. Peeling one of his paws off the wheel, he turned on the radio, hoping to drown out their cooing and moaning, but they only spoke up. The callousness was mortifying, and he whined to himself.

"Shit, babe, that's a nice ass you got," grunted one of the studs. Unlike Karmin and Sutra, they were oblivious to the game they were playing; all they wanted was to get laid.

"Mmhmm," chuckled the canine in that particular stallion's lap, presumably grinding down harder, from the way he grunted. "And it's gonna be all yours, you big stud. It's not like I've got anyone else to share it with."

Sammy bit his lip. In his shorts, his cock drooled a thick wad of pre into the fabric.

--3

Pulling up in the driveway to the condo, Sammy killed the engine, and he was out of the car and away from that backseat loving as quickly as possible. It took the others a solid minute to finally follow him, during which Sammy had already gotten the front door unlocked, and was well inside with the lights on.

Sammy sat in the armchair, one in a small nook. To one side, the fireplace, and to the other, a long sofa, bent at ninety degrees, continuing on just as long afterward. Usually, he found any one of those seats a cozy place to read a book, but at that moment, there was no comfort to be found. Inside, he was frustrated and horny beyond description; he hated the girls when they did this, but he loved them for it, too.

"Right this way, handsome," said Sutra, coming in the front door first, the brown stallion in tow. Karmin followed a few steps behind, the black stud close by with his hands on her hips like a conga line.

"Rrr, we gonna fuck now? Tell me we're gonna fuck now, I could knock a hole in the wall with this boner," the black stud grinned, trying to gnaw at Karmin's neck, succeeding only in clicking his teeth at her.

"In a second," Sutra said, smirking at both stallions, earning their silence. "There's one thing to take care of - sis, would you mind?"

Karmin giggled almost innocently, shaking her head at Sutra and disappearing into the bedroom. What she came back with a few moments later made both stallions raise their eyebrows, but Sammy receded even more into the chair with a bright blush; the dog was carrying a length of soft, but strong silk rope and a buttplug fit for a professional size queen.

Stepping past the stallions (who visibly relaxed when they realized that Sammy was the target), Karmin and Sutra pulled fidgeting, blushing river-dweller out of the chair.

Yanking his fishnet top up and off, they exposed nothing that the stallions couldn't already see; a slender, nearly female upper body. Undoing his shorts and pulling those down, they exposed his lutrine cock, throbbing needfully, drooling with slippery precum. It wasn't best described as small or even average, but the horses sneered at his comparatively little dick, as stallions were wont to do.

"Now Sammy, sweetheart," Sutra purred, kissing his cheek while Karmin bound his arms behind his back, "we're doing this because we love you - we want you to watch how real men fuck us. Try to learn something from it."

The otter grunted noncommittally, wriggling his arms ineffectually in the bonds. He opened his mouth again to say something - no doubt a submissive reply - but Karmin steadily, firmly pushed the plug into his tight behind. Responding only with a sudden, sharp groan, he was then eased back to sit on the chair again, prone, panting, and blushing.

The final implement they used on him was a snug, silver cockring that Sutra herself slid down his meat, making his already-turgid member bulge even more thickly, this particular bondage making Sammy whimper in erotic bliss.

Their lutrine boytoy restrained, Karmin and Sutra led the stallions to the sofa, where they loitered in plain view of Sammy, not yet seating themselves. "Don't mind him," Karmin cooed, taking the black stud as hers for the time being.

"Or do," Sutra butted in, unzipping the brown stud's fly and grinning evilly, "it's up to you guys."

--4

Growling with overbearing lust, Sutra wrapped her arms around the brown stallion. Her aim was his neck, but he was a tall stud, and she was much too dainty, so she settled for his muscular chest. Finding it impossible for her paws to meet behind his back was thrilling, a confirmation of his caliber, if his species (and his crotch bulge) wasn't enough.

"Sup, baby," he growled, leaning down, almost nose to nose. Running his strong mitts down her sides, they came to rest on her fine hips, and there, he groped.

Perking her rear out into the horse's grip, the black jackal-dog kissed the stud's lips. "Hey, hot stuff," she cooed to him. "Y'know, when Sammy gets balls-deep in me, it doesn't even tickle."

She caught the stallion peering over at the otter, who still blushed and fidgeted, despite sporting a dick just shy of ten inches. "Heh," the brown horse chuckled, turning his deep eyes back on Sutra, "he's little, sure, but not exactly a needledick. You must be one hell of a size queen, baby."

"I am," Sutra winked.

"We are," Karmin concurred. About as tamely as Sutra and the brown stud, she was getting her neck softly gnawed by the big, black stud, while she idly palmed the aching bulge in his pants.

Pulling off of Karmin's neck, the black stallion grinned, "Then we got the D you ladies need."

The sisters shared a grin, and then Sutra, turning her eyes back to the brown stud, slid her paws down his chest. Languidly, she traced his muscles, and finally her digits made their way across his abs, left exposed near the bottom by a too-tight muscle shirt. As she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, feeling the heat of his loins close by, she murred, "Then let's have it. If our otter could fuck us the way we want, you think we'd have picked you boys up?"

"Yeah, we need it," Karmin said with an exaggerated shudder, and a much tighter squeeze on the black stud's loins.

"Who are we to keep a couple of horny babes waiting?" the brown stud asked, grinning with sleazy charm.

Grinning back, albeit much more coyly, Sutra pulled down the equine's zipper and unfastened the button; Karmin's actions weren't very different.

--5

Underneath the brown stud's pants was a tan jockstrap, a curled-but-growing stallion dick tucked tightly inside. Like handling a rubber band under tension, Sutra carefully stretched the waistband out and dragged it down, exposing the stud's thick, sweaty junk. His musk hit her like a slap in the face, wafting over to Sammy over the course of a few seconds and making him tremble.

As Sutra freed the brown stud's meat from its' prison, it didn't spring up like she expected, but it still hung well out in front of his body at a staggering length. Mottled between brown and pink, sporting a colossally flared tip that dribbled with equine pre, it was breathtaking and mouthwatering. It was also every bit of twenty inches, more or less; nobody was keeping score.

Sutra cupped one paw around the tip, the other around the medial ring of the shaft. "Yeah, now this is a cock," she cooed.

Karmin's surprise was just as impressive, though it came in less packaging since the black stallion had gone commando. It was a length that a glance would've put as identical to his brown-and-white compatriot (actually, the black stud was more hung, but only just), and it drooled steadily with viscous pre, standing at a greater angle than the brown stallion's cock.

Like the rest of his color scheme, his balls - naturally hairless, along with the entirety of his taint and the cleft of his rear - were solid black, but this coloration only made up about a quarter of his shaft. There, it gave over first in splotches, then in entirety to muted pink.

"Christmas came early," Karmin snickered, leaning in to plant a smooch on the thick flare.

"Tell me about it," Sutra impishly chuckled. Holding onto her stallion's cock as if guiding him by the hand, she walked him to the far end of the sofa, near the bend. She sat first, and the stud sat his naked ass down in the bend itself, taking up most of it.

On her knees beside the stud, Sutra pulled her shirt up and off, her full and pert breasts bouncing free, since there was no bra to contend with. Almost immediately, the brown stud had his massive hands all over those inviting tits, wholly eclipsing them, but still pleasuring her with surprising articulacy, managing to tweak and tease her nipples. In other words, her moaning was genuine, not phony to humiliate Sammy, though it had the same effect.

Karmin sat on the end of the sofa nearest Sammy, the black stallion taking up a healthy portion of the middle, his muscular weight making it creak and sag tiredly.

There was little teasing or subtlety to what the brown dog did, which was grab the black stallion's swollen cock and start to lap on it. Making full use of her long, canine tongue, she lavished that bi-color meat and licked up the slippery mess that was his pre, largely replacing it with her saliva.

Grinning broadly at Sammy, the black stallion ran a heavy hand down Karmin's spine, rubbing as he went, but saving the most obnoxious squeezing and palming for her ass. Blatantly taking inventory of the girl, he groped tightly on the curve of her behind, his monstrous digits dimpling the flesh through the denim.

"You got a nice ass, but a nicer tongue, baby," said the black stud.

Whether or not it was from the lewd compliments, Karmin engulfed the stud's flare, the flesh spreading her maw almost uncomfortably wide, but it was a stretch she took well.

Huffing and shuddering, the stallion growled, "Rrh, shit... You blow that faggy otter like this?" Not really expecting an answer, he stroked further down on the dog-mix's rear, rubbing up between her thighs, over the hidden mound of her cunt; at this, Karmin shuddered and curled her toes.

Being merely felt up by the brown-and-white stud while she returned the favor in the form of a slow handjob, Sutra grinned to the black horse, "Sometimes, but it's such a letdown. He always cums in about two seconds." A beat, and then she challengingly added, "Let's hope you boys can do better."

Sneering at Sammy but speaking to the ladies, the black horse said, "I'll go all night if you can keep up."

"Heh," the brown stud chimed in, "if your sissy boyfriend is what you're used to, I don't think you girls can handle us."

Sutra squeezed the thick flare of the brown stallion's cock, and the resultant ooze of pre was accompanied by a shuddering groan from the horse. "For one, don't tell us we can and can't handle," she growled, grinning.

Karmin, meanwhile, had nothing to add; she was well aware of the exchange, but she was too busy inching her way down that swollen horse cock.

"Hey, I'm just saying," said the brown stud, smiling apologetically.

"And I'm just saying," Sutra rumbled, "that if you think you're the first guys we've asked to plow us so Sammy can take lessons, you're crazy."

Blushing, fidgeting, suffering through his painfully throbbing erection, Sammy whimpered needfully.

Catching the whimper, the black horse glanced over at Sammy, and his teeth showed in a big, dumb, evil grin. "Whassa matter, you want some stallion cock too?" he snickered.

But Sammy didn't answer, and the stallion didn't push it. Instead, he gave Karmin another rub along her hidden cunt (earning another deep shudder from her), and then he bluntly murred, "Hey, babe, you wanna fuck?"

Easing up and off of the stud's endowment, Karmin feigned a yawn as an excuse to pop her jaw, and then she winked and kissed the stud on his gray nose. "I didn't think you'd ever ask."

"Shit," he smirked, sitting up and leaning in to Karmin, looming over her, "all I had to do was ask?" Before the last syllable crossed his lips, he was undressing the dog, logically doing away with her shirt, first. But, rather than go for her naked tits, he fumbled with the fly of her jeans, his thick fingers proving useless.

Appreciative of the enthusiasm but not the lack of progress, Karmin shooed away the stallion's clumsy fingers and opened up her fly herself. Lying back on the couch, she slid her jeans down to her knees, her panties going with them.

Quickly, the stud pulled them down the rest of the way for her, and then he leaned over the dog. As the sofa further protested this, he grabbed his cock in one hand, Karmin's hip in the other, and he pulled her closer, effortlessly dragging her across the cushion.

Karmin splayed her legs for the stud, and when he first prodded his blunt, almost too-large flare to the damp lips of her pussy, she started to pepper his broad snout with kisses. "Come on, babe," she cooed, "you're not gonna hurt me..."

"Not really worried about hurting you," the black stud grinned and winked, "especially if you say you're good to handle it."

--6

Sutra and the brown stallion paid little mind to their counterparts, although Sammy got occasional glances and rude smirks from that horse; the black one, however, was much too occupied.

Further showing off his nimble fingers, a far cry from his uncoordinated, dark-furred friend, the brown-and-white stud opened the dog-mix's fly without any assistance and in seconds flat. He pulled down the pants themselves with just his hands, but he left the panties.

He perused the dog's cameltoe with a thoughtful, lewd eye, and then he pressed his nose to the fabric and the damp pussy that lay beneath. Deeply, he snuffled her loins and sucked her scent deep into his lungs, just before biting the panties, pinching them up into his flat teeth. He nipped Sutra's cunt in the process, making her gasp.

After tugging the panties down to the jackal-dog's knees, he leaned in close again. Between her thighs, his head was massive, the differences in their sizes apparent. Clearly more of a tease and arguably a better lover than the black horse, he gave Sutra a taste of what was to come in the form of a hot huff. Before she could even finish shuddering from such hot, humid breath washing over her naked folds, he dragged his massive and thick tongue over them, the pressure alone making the lips part, and as such, he slurped her inside and out with one big, inarticulate lap.

"Aaaah, gawd," groaned Sutra, embellishing nothing for Sammy's sake, "what a tongue..." Perhaps to show her reverence and appreciation for the stallion, she stroked all over his broad snout, not necessarily going with the grain of the fur, but the horse didn't necessarily care.

"Fuck yeah, it's big," he growled into her cunt, which he then graced with a wet smooch. "Probably bigger than your boyfriend's pecker is." Slowly, he started to work his tongue past the folds of Sutra's pussy, and once the narrower tip was beyond those lips, he thrust a few inches in more assertively.

Just from that tongue penetration, Sutra let out a long cry of pleasure, and she wrapped her fine legs around the stallion's neck, crossing them. She hadn't expected to get good, attentive oral sex from a blockhead stallion - who would? - but she wasn't complaining.

--7

First with a lazy grind, and then with more authority, the black stallion pushed his swollen meat against Karmin's cunt.

It was asking a lot of the dog to spread open around his equine shaft, but when he began to actually open her up and enter her, it was bliss for her. Trembling, gasping, semi-masochistic bliss, but bliss all the same.

Looking almost straight down, the black stud watched his dick disappear into the dog, inch after inch slowly but surely impaling her. It didn't take long to feel a little resistance, though, her passage much too snug for him as it was. He started to draw back, then, only to grind it back in harder than before.

Each time that black stallion pulled out and pushed back in, Karmin hissed and growled, but always in lip-biting, toe-curling pleasure. Being reamed deep and wide by a well-hung stud wasn't anything new to her, although it never lost any of its' magic. "Aaah, gawd, yes," she shuddered under her breath. More loudly, then, probably for Sammy, she said, "You're so fucking big..."

"I'm not that big," he grinned, "your boyfriend's just hung like a pencil."

For all the sluggishness and faux-sensuality of spreading Karmin open, the black stallion had his cock buried to the balls in only a short time. It left a bulge in the sexy canine's middle, hardly noticeable one, but there all the same. She could feel it, and stroking over the bump gave her a queer feeling of satisfaction.

Tugging his member back yet again, the dark stud surprised Karmin with a rougher thrust inward. At the dog's resultant gasp, he pulled it back and gave her another, then another, and like so, he worked himself into a steady, rough rhythm. Her own fluids weren't up to the task of keeping such a massive dick lubricated, but the stud had pre to spare - literally, since every other buck was accompanied by a wet spurt or squish, the excess staining the sofa. These lewd sounds brightened Sammy's blush, while his cock squirted a mess of its' own.

Tongue-fucking Sutra's wet mound, proving himself as able with his tongue as with his fingers, the brown horse was making that black dog-mix pant and writhe. For all the composure that she and her sister exhibited to draw the studs (and not just those stallions) in, she was losing hers quickly, and not by choice. She looked at it as fortunate anyway; why should she fake screaming and moaning for Sammy, when that horse was working the real deal out of her?

"Oh my fuck," she grunted, curling her toes hard behind the stud's back, threading her fingers through the black shock of his mane. Eagerly, albeit not intentionally, she tugged at the hairs there.

At this subtle pain and domination, the brown stallion huffed, lashed his tail, and butted his parted lips harder against Sutra's snatch. With less dexterity than a finger but greater size and a more pleasing texture than one, his tongue plunged deeper into her and writhed against her spasming walls.

Sutra's cunt, so damp with natural juices (however indistinguishable they were, by then, from equine slobber), sported an enticing scent of female need. Laden with pheromones, it made the stud a little drunk, and behind their lids, his eyes rolled back.

Cupping Sutra's full breasts in his hands, the brown stud rubbed over their nipples intently with both thumbs, meanwhile snuffling and slobbering her cunt with the utmost depravity.

Breaking up her cacophony of groaned blasphemies and whimpered cries, Sutra gasped, "I-I think--, ooh! I think I'm cumming, baby...!"

Chewing his lower lip, grimacing and wanting to cry, Sammy watched the brown stud's head shift, bob, and twist as he ate. Aside from a lashing tail and a throbbing erection, the horse looked rather calm and natural, as if the noises he was dragging out of Sutra were perfectly casual. To a stallion with such a big tongue and a lot of practice, maybe they were, but the ease with which that stud was pleasing Sutra made the otter tremble with inadequacy and jealousy. In the confines of the cock ring, his shaft bulged painfully, each throb sending twinges through nerve endings on edge from the extra blood. Similarly, his tail hole clenched down helplessly (and often) on the plug; he would have done anything to just be able to jerk off.

Sammy's inadequacies came to a head when Sutra began to huff and gasp about her orgasm, earning his undivided attention, but only an apathetic glance from the black stud, who quickly turned his eyes back to moaning, gasping Karmin.

"Mmh, ahh," Sutra grunted, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Gone entirely was her composure as she splayed her ears and squirted for the brown stud. Ever the big eater, he just kept lapping deep, suckling and grinding with his lips, noting the unmistakable flavor of lady-spunk, his tongue getting the brunt of it.

All Sutra could do was squirm and pant as her orgasm really took hold, lighting up every nerve ending, making the stallion's continued slobbering and nipple-rubbing all the more intense - soon to the point that she pulled on his mane and begged him, "Suh-stop, stop licking, I think I'm gonna pass out, babe..."

Sneering, and after giving Sutra's deepest reaches one last slurp in defiance, the brown-and-white horse pulled back, and Sutra at last released his mane.

Black hairs from that mane were threaded through her fingers as she splayed back against the sofa, legs parted wide, as if to let her soaked snatch cool off. "Mmh, fuck," she shuddered, but some of that composure was coming back as afterglow settled in, easing her mind away from the immediate need for sex, though that desire was still strong. Spearing the stud with a coy look, she grinned, "Sammy's never gotten me off with his tongue."

"Heh," the brown stud grinned, glancing back at Sammy, over his shoulder. "Yeah," he said to the dog, "gay guys usually don't know how to eat pussy - they think it's like lickin' a stamp."

"Sammy's not gay," Sutra said, somewhat firmly, getting the brown-and-white stud to look at her. As he looked her in the eye either apologetically or incredulously (she couldn't really tell), she lightened the situation by rubbing both of her soft hind paws against his meat, spurring him to huff and lean back for it. "Sammy's not gay," she repeated, "he's just not very good at, well, anything."

"Can't all be fuckin' champs like us," the black stallion growled without looking up, rutting away at Karmin, who was beyond articulate words. All she could do - and she did this well - was hold onto his forearms and pant while his massive, bi-color dick reamed her.

There was no doubt that Karmin would be walking with a wide stance for days to come, and perhaps, she thought, Sammy's gentle tongue would be put to use in soothing her well-stretched walls. All of that was in the future, though; the only thing that mattered in that moment was that stallion.

Grabbing him by the snout (getting a snort in the face, blasting back her hair), that green-eyed jackal-dog pulled her chosen stud down and locked lips with him. It took a moment for the stallion to even register the kiss, his simple mind easily occupied by the hasty rhythm of the fuck, but when he did reciprocate, it was at once too much for her to handle; fortunately, Karmin liked it that way.

Where the brown stud was a skilled lover with his tongue, the black stud was not. As he proved with his ruthless bucking, he was all about brute force, and the way his thick tongue slobbered and slapped against the innards of Karmin's demure maw reinforced that notion. Rumbling in a manner akin to a growl, he gave her no quarter, his tongue prodding and probing the deepest reaches of her maw, covering every inch of palate, tongue, and teeth in short order.

All Karmin could do was moan and squirm, and that was just what she did. Though she did caress his snout and head, it became less loving and more outright ruthless, giving as she got, too overwhelmed by his "kiss" (if such a gentle word could apply to that tongue-fucking) to be anything but lewdly violent. She scratched with dull claws, tugged hair, pinched ears; in general, she spurred him like he was a feral mount.

It paid off in spades. His fucking had already been an unstoppable force, but then it became downright wild. While the sofa creaked and protested, while Sammy, Sutra, and the brown stallion watched in rapt, rarely-blinking attention, that dark horse claimed Karmin. She was groaning, whimpering, but it was inaudible over the lewd suckling of both the kiss and the penetration; in both cases, juices were being shifted much too noisily for anything else to be heard.

Lashing his tail, rutting the needful Karmin in a way a mare his size would have found excessive, the black horse's pace began to drift from steady yet fast to merely the second trait. He lost all composure and sense of rhythm, and what he did could only be described as rutting.

Karmin's toes, already well-curled, curled even more. Her tits bounced, her cunt spasmed, and her fingers dug into the horse's hair, ears, whatever they could find. A sloppy mix of her vaginal juices and the stallion's pre soaked her thighs and rear; a much more viscous cocktail of saliva left their chins and snouts wet. They looked the part of the incredibly horny beasts they were.

With an already-fractured pace getting all the more sharp and awkward, the horse broke off the kiss to pant, suddenly needing all of the air he could suck in. Uttering no articulate words, only nearly-feral passion, he smashed his hips into Karmin's over and over and over, the dog taking these final throes with humbled, tired groans and gasps.

In a long-awaited moment, the black stallion drilled his meat into Karmin balls-deep one final time. Tail flagging high above his muscular ass, his bulk looming over the dog, he emptied his load into her in spurt after spurt, the mess soon exceeding the relatively meager confines of the dog-mix's snatch; the stain would completely ruin the sofa, no doubt about that, but nobody cared, Karmin least of all.

"Ohhh...! Oh my gawd!" she gasped, managing just a few sloppy, almost wheezing swears as her orgasm took control of her. Tingling from toes to ear tips, but especially in her reamed snatch, she added imperceptibly to the black stud's mess, though her contribution was more than that. In her climax, she kneaded the stud's cock, coaxing him to shudder and huff, teasing out the dregs of his release.

When both the black stallion and the brown dog came down from the highs of their orgasms and into afterglow, the former tactlessly huffed, "You got a really nice pussy, girl."

--8

Pulling out of Karmin, the black stallion's shaft was followed by a gush of spent seed, met with a shudder from the dog. He sat back on the couch, legs splayed, planted his hooves on the floor, and let out an explosive sigh. "Fuck, that was good," he growled.

From his seat on the floor, with one of Sutra's legs uselessly hooked around his neck, the brown stud grinned at his black-furred friend with wet lips. "Hey, you know what?" he asked the other horse, who glanced at him with half-interest. Cued to go on, and with a slow turn of his head to writhing, bonded Sammy, he said, "I got an idea."

Following his friend's gaze, the black horse smirked as he lay his eyes on the otter. Reaching over, rubbing Karmin's well-used cunt (coaxing her to the tiniest shudder), he grunted, "I'm listening."

Choosing to lead by example instead of instruction, the brown horse pushed himself up to his feet. Walking smoothly over to Sammy, his heavy hooves silent in the carpet, he paused before the otter, who blushed and peered up at his towering bulk and full, as yet untouched shaft. "Sup," he sneered.

He was joined by the black stallion, whose shaft tiredly hung flaccid by comparison. Looking down at Sammy, who glanced nervously from their shafts to their eyes and back again, he chuckled, "So, what? We gonna fuck this guy, or... What?" He sounded genuinely confused, yet not necessarily opposed to the idea; homophobes, the stallions were not.

"Heh, nah," said the brown stud, reaching out and grabbing the back of Sammy's head. "He'd like it up the ass too much, I bet." Pulling the fidgeting otter close, he ground his blunt, drooling flare into that short snout, startling a yelp out of him. "Lick it clean, little man," he said, grinning toothily.

Coming as nothing of a surprise, Sammy obeyed. Though frustrated and jealous of the two stallions, he lusted after them, perhaps even more hotly than Karmin and Sutra did. If they could fuck his girlfriends so well, then he wished they'd fuck him like that - but just licking them would have to do.

With the stallion's heavy hand keeping his head still, those meaty fingers digging into his scalp, Sammy lapped at that cock with noticeable hunger. Again and again, he dragged his lutrine tongue across every inch it could reach, especially the flare, but not exclusively. He wanted that brown-and-pink dick so badly, and the musky flavor he gleaned made him tremble. Below, helpless and throbbing painfully, his own length squirted pre. As if to show him how it was done, the stallion's cock loosed a massive wad of the slippery stuff across the otter's snout.

"Atta boy, lick it good," grinned the brown stud, while the black one just watched with a half-smirk on his face. No matter what they wanted to say about just how queer and good at licking dick Sammy was, it wasn't enough; their meanest jokes and most cruel remarks couldn't come close to the reality of just how talented he was with his tongue.

Licking over his lips, tasting Sutra's pussy on them, the brown stud found himself a little more horny - in the mood to actually fuck. Having his cock detailed was nice, but fucking the otter's mouth would be better. Still grinning, but now with his eyes half-lidded, lending him a more sultry, pleasure-drunk quality, he grasped the twink's lower jaw in one hand, moving the other from the otter's skull to wield his shaft. "Open up, bitch," he grunted.

Sammy, good boy that he was, obliged. Maw hanging open, hot breath washing over the stallion's looming cock, he emitted a whimper that told them just how good a boy he was, in fact.

Silencing that whimper was the brown stud, who drove his mottled dick forward and buried it in that lutrine maw. Sammy's teeth pricked and prodded his meat, but he didn't care; the pleasure outweighed the slight discomfort of those teeth, but beyond that, the otter soon made them more scarce, opening his maw wider to better accommodate that perfect male specimen.

Far-gone as he was, the brown stallion could have let Sammy suckle and gulp - as he was already doing, being such a subservient bitch - and he would have gotten off in no time. There was, however, no fun in that. Shuffling his heavy hands around again, moving one to the boy's neck and chin, grabbing a handful of hair and even an ear with the other, he started to facefuck the helpless sissy.

Despite whining and blushing, Sammy was more aroused than ever. That alpha-male treatment had him so hot that he was beginning to think he might just cum without touching himself - though, sadly for the lutrine bitch, that wasn't going to be the case. Still, having that equine dick pounding in and out of his mouth and those big, brown balls smacking against his neck had him so aroused, so hot and bothered, that it was just briefly hard to tell who was getting more out of it.

The sight of his friend screwing Sammy in the face was quite a show for the black horse (and for Karmin and Sutra, who had since cuddled close together, watching idly, but also smooching and nuzzling with more than just sisterly love). Grinning lopsidedly, lashing his tail over his muscular ass, he rubbed at his half-hard cock and gradually worked himself up to a full erection again, even so soon after busting his nut in Karmin; he was a stallion, after all, ready to go at a moment's notice.

If the black stud wanted a turn, however (and he did), he wasn't getting it just yet. Snorting and snuffling in that excited way horses were known for, the brown, big-dicked horse rutted Sammy's face much like his black-bodied friend had nailed Karmin. He worked hard, fast, and cared little for the otter's well-being, though his complete submission and enjoyment of the abuse was a plus.

"Shit, shit!" he grunted, biting his lip and bearing down on Sammy. Clenching his eyes shut and manhandling the otter, he pounded that twink of a slut so hard that his cock looked like a fist ramrodding down that slim neck, and with a similar effect.

Sammy was fortunate to have a gifted gag reflex, but it was still painful, albeit in a very erotic manner. Being the "victim" of that horny stallion was perfect, exactly what he wanted after being put down, tied up, and teased to hell and back. He was being fucked so well that he had no choice but to be passive; he couldn't hope to lap or suck on the horse in any stimulating way. All the equine wanted his mouth and throat gliding against him, and that was what he took.

"Fuck, fuck, fu-u-uck!" the brown and white stallion hissed through clenched teeth, spittle flying. Throwing his head back, he snorted harshly and bucked his hips to the hilt, balls slapping Sammy's neck. An injection of pure stallion slop blasted down the otter's throat, that very filling dose of horse spunk warming Sammy's throat and belly like warm honey. Knees locked, ass cheeks clenched, massive chest puffed out, the stud looked like the proud, manly man he was, and Sammy was the perfect bitch, a suitable jizz dumpster regardless of gender.

When afterglow replaced the enthralling bliss of his orgasm, the brown-and-white stud, disheveled and panting, pulled back. The last of his release dribbled from his meat, leaving staggered lines in the back of the otter's throat and across his tongue, and then on his lips. After that, his cock flopped between his legs, and the remainder of that equine seed dribbled into the carpeting. Huffing down at the blushing, sore otter bitch, he grinned. Though flushed, he had that effortlessly cocky look on his face. "You suck better dick than most of the girls I fuck, sissy."

--9

Blushing and panting, Sammy's demeanor matched the pent-up attitude of the black stallion, who idly pumped his shaft.

The brown stud stepped back, and the black one stepped up to bat, almost front and center with the lutrine bitch, when a stray moan caught the attention of all three men.

Karmin and Sutra revealed a nature that went beyond platonic affection; it was an incredible sight for the studs, and though nothing new for Sammy, he too loved these little shows when his girls put them on.

Lapping softly at the other's tongue and maw, lewdly grinding their wet snatches together, both of the mixed dogs made it clear just how sincere they were. Part of it was exhibitionism, yet so much of it was just raw lust. Whatever the greater motive was, they were insatiable, furiously grinding their well-loved cunts together, filling the air with heated moans and fuck me, please pheromones.

Dropping down to the floor, sitting Indian-style, the brown stallion watched with unshakeable interest. The black stallion stared, too, but he stayed put. Turning away from Sammy, but remaining near the bonded otter, he pumped his meat harshly, each stroke delivered with a tight squeeze, strangling out great wads of pre that both ran down the shaft (lubricating the masturbation) and dribbled onto the floor.

Poor, writhing Sammy divided his attention equally between the black stallion and the open display of lesbian lovemaking. He'd have buried his face in those two grinding snatches until he suffocated, or rimmed the black stallion so deeply, he licked the backs of his tonsils. He wanted to do something, anything to be involved and earn his release, but he was bound and helpless, and meant to stay that way.

"Oh my gawd, sis," Karmin cooed. Sutra chuckled and licked at her sister's chin, grinding down a little harder and faster, their cunts making a soft, but distinctly wet noise as they ground.

Chuckling impishly, as if he were spying on the act through a gloryhole, the black stud jerked himself off more quickly, loosing greater squirts of pre. Sammy whimpered at the sight of them, but the stallion, either mistaking it as directed at the sisters or simply not caring (either seemed plausible), ignored the otter.

Writhing on the sofa and making it squeak a little bit, the sisters jockeyed for position. Neither stayed on top for long, but their cunts rarely stopped touching for more than a few seconds at a time. Lips were chewed, nipples tweaked and bitten, and soft cries of ecstasy were exchanged. Whoever's benefit the show had initially been for, it was completely down to the two of them by that point; the spectating meat didn't matter.

"Ooh, yeah," the black stud growled, his grin losing some of its' edge, his face gaining a more determined sternness, the clear sign of a man working hard for his orgasm. His heavy hand was practically a blur on that big, bi-color cock of his, and Sammy was watching that alone.

A testament to how well Karmin and Sutra could get each other off was the fact that, all at once, the brown dog cried, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" And she did, just drenching her snatch and her sister's in sticky, wet release. The two dogs sank into a hot, sloppy kiss, tongues tangling and spit swapping, paws running through the other's hair, which had already been made into rat's nests from their romps with the stallions. Sutra joined her sister in orgasm with much less fanfare, to the point that none of the studs even noticed her contribution to the wetness or scents; they just saw that the two dogs gradually eased off of one another.

By then, the damage was done, and the black stallion - grimacing, huffing, eyes clenched shut - was jerking off just as hard as he could. "Rrf, fuck, that was some hot shit..." Finally, his mild composure broke.

Sammy couldn't help it; his more covert whimpers hadn't done a thing. "Ah, ha-hey!" he said to the black stud, blushing crimson. The otter said nothing more than that, too bashful to, but just his outburst proved to be enough.

Jerking his head to the side, peering curiously at the otter in that twilight just before his release, the stud seemed to have an idea of his own; the same thing Sammy had wanted, luckily. The first rope of his release shot off and made a mess of the carpet, but the stallion turned his hips in time to splatter every other streamer of his hot, salty jism across the perfect, slim canvas that was Sammy's twinkish body. Over and over, with amazing force and volume to be expected only from a horse (even after one orgasm just prior!), he painted the lutrine bitch. Face, chest, belly, even the otter's own crotch was utterly drenched in sloppy equine spunk, and by the time the black stud came into his afterglow, both the painter and his canvas were crooning pleasurably.

--10

"Holy Jesus fuck," the black stud grunted, flopping onto the sofa near the two cuddling, grinning dogs. "What a night."

"Heh," the brown stallion grinned, "I'll say. Ladies?"

Karmin glanced up from the sweet snuggling to look the brown stallion in the eyes. "Hm?" she mused, smiling. "You're talking like we're done."

Incredulously, the black horse mumbled, "You two wanna fuck some more?"

Easing off of her sister, and then off of the sofa, Karmin stood, joined by Sutra. They each took to a horse, Sutra sitting in the black one's lap, Karmin standing near the brown stud and petting through his mane. Just their demeanor beckoned the boys, and after glancing at one another, the equines shrugged, stood up, and looked at the dogs expectantly.

"Come on, you two," Sutra grinned, kissing the chin of her like-colored stallion, "there's so many places for those dicks of yours to see."

Karmin saw her sister and the two horses off into the bedroom, and then she padded back to Sammy, blushing and whimpering more needfully than ever. Smiling coyly, she kissed his cum-stained lips and gave his penis a playful tweak. "Cutie," was all she said, and she pulled apart the knot binding his arms.

Obediently, Sammy stayed put, even as Karmin sauntered off, hips swaying provocatively. She disappeared into the bedroom and locked the door, just like the otter expected.

All through the night, Sammy listened with envy, both for the studs fucking his girls, and for his girls for being fucked by those perfect stallions.

It was all part of the girls' devotion to him; all of it was for him, in the end. He spent most of the night that way, with them in his own way. Cock in hand, ear to the door, seemingly left out, but involved just the way he liked it.