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"Are you sure this is OK?" Rick asked, twisting his hands around the garbage bag dangling from them. Chris rolled his eyes and led him up the faded steps of an ancient brownstone.

"Look, it's my apartment. If I didn't want you to stay with me, I wouldn't have invited you, and I damn sure wouldn't have driven over and picked you up. You have any idea how awful traffic is at this time of day?" He stopped at the top of the stairs and turned around, looking down at Rick. The sunlight streaming through the clouds made the wolf's black fur gleam, giving it a suave, glossy look. He could smell the sticky-sweet smell of product in Chris' short black hair, keeping it wild and stiff.

"I just don't want things to get weird," Rick murmured, his hooves clacking as he fidgeted on the sidewalk. And I don't want to end up feeling worse than I already do. Getting dumped and kicked out was bad enough, but moving in with an ex on the same day... Ungh. Talk about salt in my wounds!

"You worry too much," Chris said, strolling back down the steps with a smile. Rick looked up as Chris grabbed his garbage bag and took it from him, slinging it over his thick shoulder. "I cleaned out a drawer and some closet space for you. It'll be just like old times... Only one of us will be sleeping on the couch... Unless you'd rather share the bed," he teased with a smug smirk. Rick looked off to the side, his chestnut cheeks blushing red.

"Ok," Rick murmured, bowing his head to hide behind the locks of his black mane. He followed close behind as Chris led him into the lobby. He'd never visited the wolf after he'd moved into his new building. The place was pretty damn impressive. Everything about it was dated, but not in a bad way. The moldings, the meticulously arranged tiles on the floor, the subtle faded look that everything had to it... Old, but not out of style, he decided in the back of his mind. It had a queer sort of timeless beauty, like a vintage Benz, or a Renaissance painting.

"You want to go out tonight?" What?"For something to eat. Some sushi, maybe a few drinks. I always treat myself on a Friday, no reason why you couldn't come with."Oh. Rick took a breath to steady his nerves. Chris ushered him into an elevator, the old kind with a metal cage across the front. It had a beautiful patina to it, which made the aged metal almost as brown as his fur.

"I think I'm just gonna... Stay in tonight, maybe order some pizza, catch up on TV. I could use a little downtime," Rick murmured, stepping into the lift with Chris. It was small, small enough that they rubbed shoulders when they stood side by side. Chris pressed the button for his floor, then laid his arm across the stallion's slim shoulders, pulling him in against his side. The way Chris held him like that sent Rick back in time to when they'd just started dating. Back then, the stallion was still so shy he wouldn't let Chris kiss him in public. Chris didn't get mad like some other guys he'd dated, didn't get pushy... He just put his arm around Rick's shoulders when he wanted to show his affection, and that had been enough... A place to start.

"A guy that changes the locks on you while you're at work isn't a guy worth getting upset over," Chris murmured into his ear.

"I know," Rick whispered back, resting his head against the wolf's chest. The dark blue silk of his jacket was soft and warm on Rick's cheek, and smelled of his lupine scent. "It's just... All that time, all those days, and it all ends just like that."

"Everything happens for a reason," Chris said, his hand brushing up and down Rick's shoulder. "But sometimes, the reason doesn't really matter, and you'll drive yourself crazy if you sit and think about it for too long. Just be glad you've got an old friend that loves you more than that sack of shit ever did." Rick smiled and laughed, turning his head just enough to kiss the wolf's hand.

"Thank you," he whispered. Chris looked down at him, his piercing amber eyes locking with Rick's. In that moment, he couldn't tell if the funny feeling in his stomach was from the elevator, or... Something else. The elevator jerked to a halt, and the gate shuddered open.

"A pony?" A deep voice rumbled, haughty and amused. Rick looked up and found a barrel-chested bear looming over him, his short, stout muzzle split with a smug grin. "Now I know why you never wanted to go out for a drink, you like them... Pretty boys." His words were an insult, but the tone sure wasn't. The way the bear was leering at him left no doubt in Rick's mind that the bear loved his twinkish body just as much as Chris did! The short stallion leaned closer to Chris, tucking his face behind the wolf's upper arm.

Chris snorted and stepped off the elevator. "Bears aren't my thing," he said, poking the stranger in his pudgy stomach with a clawed finger. The bear laughed and stepped to the side, his eyes tracking Rick's ass as the stallion went walking past. Rick tried to hide his shapely rump with his long black tail, but the motion of it just seemed to entice him all the more.

"I'll be down in the exercise room if you change your mind, sweet heart," he called with a wolf whistle, watching them over his shoulder as he stepped onto the elevator. Rick could swear he heard it creak when he did. "Bring your rent boy if you do, I've got enough for both of you." Rick glanced back and saw the big bear grab hold of himself through his grey sweats, giving his sizable bulge a good squeeze. Why the fuck did I look? Rick wondered, blushing as he whipped his back around. The bear yanked the cage door shut, laughed, and disappeared when the elevator sprang to life.

"Who... ?" Rick asked, looking up at Chris.

"Gary," Chris replied, leading Rick down the hallway to his room. "That bear's been trying to fuck me since the day I moved in. Guess he's got a thing for wolves," he muttered, pulling out his keys.

"Can you blame him?" Rick murmured back. Chris smirked, shook his head, and threw open the door for him.

"Guess not. Here we are, home sweet home. You want a drink, a sandwich, anything like that?" Rick shook his head and shuffled in, still not quite feeling at home. The place was nothing like his apartment. It was cozy, but not cramped, and the wolf's wealth was apparent at a glance. The big flatscreen on the wall, the marble counter tops in the open kitchen, the black leather couch in the middle of the living room... It seemed less like an apartment, and more like a tiny mansion.

"No," Rick said. "I'm good. Can I, uh... Have my clothes back?" He asked, gesturing at the black bag on the wolf's shoulder. Chris laughed and shrugged it off, tossing it at Rick's chest. It hit him hard, forcing him to stumble. The weight of the clothes shifted as he fumbled at the heavy bag, but he got it under control and scowled at the chuckling wolf. "Thanks," he grumped.

"You're welcome," Chris replied with a wink and a grin. "You gonna go settle in?" Rick shook his head, his bangs dancing in front of his green eyes.

"I have to go wash these before I put'em away. Tomorrow's laundry day, and... Well. The dirty clothes got all mixed up with the clean ones, so I guess they're all dirty now."Rick sighed and looked up at Chris with puppy dog eyes. "Could you tell me where the closest laundry mat is, and, uh... Lend me like, five bucks?"

"Here's ten," Chris said, pulling two fives out of his pant's pocket. "And you don't need to go anywhere, there's a place to do your laundry in the basement." Rick bowed his head as he took the fives and tucked them into his palm.

"Thank you," he said, his voice low and humble. If the wolf hadn't rushed to his aid, things might have gotten bad... But instead of ending up on the street ( or back at his parent's house ), he'd landed on his feet... All because Chris was there to catch him.

"You need help with that?" Chris asked, gesturing to his bag. Rick shook his head and backed out of the doorway.

"You've helped enough already. I think I can handle the laundry by myself." Rick flashed Chris a shy smile, spun on one hoof, and took off back down the hallway with a bounce in his step. Chris is right, I shouldn't waste time thinking about that loser. Not while I've got him. The whole time he rode the elevator down into the basement, all he could think of was the wolf... And whether or not he still had a shot with him. Maybe things do happen for a reason, he thought, a small smile curling across his lips.

The elevator jerked to a halt on the bottom floor, shaking him out of his daydream. He stepped off and looked around, finding himself in a space that was wholly different from the rest of the apartment building. Here, there was no aged splendor. There were just simple concrete walls, rough and unfinished, but not shoddy looking. The thin carpet on the floors was an off shade of beige, and the hanging fluorescent lights had deep shadows lurking behind them. The laundry room was to his immediate right, bur further down the hall, he heard the sounds of chatter, grunting, and metal banging upon metal. Must be the gym, he thought, ducking into the laundry room.

There were a handful of spartan tables, chairs, and neat rows of modern machines that were a step above the sad, dented things that he normally used at the laundry mat. In a matter of moments he had everything sorted into a pair of machines. The satisfying cha-clank of the quarter-feeder followed by the hiss of rushing water brought a smile to his face. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all. At least I'll be wearing some nice clean clothes tonight, he thought, leaning up against the folding table. He zoned out, watching the water fill the windows on the machine, listening to the steady swish swish swish as the clothes tossed and tumbled about. He never even noticed Chris coming in behind him.

"Hey," the wolf said. Rick jumped and twisted around to look at Chris, who was chuckling at the startled horse. "Didn't mean to sneak up on you, just thought I'd come and keep you company. Chat for a little bit." His tailored suit was gone, replaced by a pair of white shorts and a matching A-shirt. They were snug enough to flatter his form, but not so tight that they'd ride up on him when he moved. Work out clothes, Rick decided. His eyes ran across the wolf's substantial biceps, his brawny forearms, his flat stomach... He'd seen him naked countless times, but he hadn't been quite so damn buff the last time they'd been together. The more he stared, the more his imagination began to run wild, filling in the blanks with broad strokes of a lurid brush.

"Uhm..." Rick paused and coughed, trying not to focus on the rush of heat he felt between his legs. He could already feel his cock swelling against his thigh, radiating with warmth. No! Go down, damn it! He leaned away from the table, flashing Chris a shy smile, hoping the wolf didn't see his growing erection. If he didn't yet, it would only be a matter of time... And then what? Rick swallowed. "I'd hate to keep you from your work out."

"I can wait until the place empties out a little... Especially if it means Gary's gone when I get there." Rick laughed and shook his head.

"I think he likes you," the horse teased in a sing song voice.

"I think he likes you more," Chris teased back, closing the gap between them. "How'd you like to get fucked by a bear that rode you til you said 'neigh'?" Rick's mind wandered back to the thick framed bear, his round, hard body, his big paws... Could be worse, he thought.

"Not really my type... Besides, he looks old enough to be my dad." Rick said.

"I'm sure he'd like it if you called him daddy," Chris murmured, playing with a stray bit of mane hanging near Rick's eyes. "I know I did."Fucccck, Rick thought. Is he just screwing with me, or... Or... His breath caught in his throat as the wolf's paw fell upon his thigh, rubbing his skinny jeans against that bony bump just above the inside edge of his knee. He knew that it was a bit early to be rushing into something, but goddamn, logic was no match for the old flames being kindled by the wolf's rubbing hand.

"You still part to the right, don't you?" He looked Rick right in the eyes as he backed him up against one of the whirring machines, his hand creeping higher and higher. "Oh, there it is," Chris whispered as his strong hand brushed across the broad head of Rick's throbbing cock. Rick shuddered and closed his eyes, focusing everything he had into choking back a moan as Chris pressed his dick against his thigh and squeezed around the ridge of his medial ring. Rick ground against the wolf's paw as the blood rushed in, filling him up until he was so hard it hurt. The skinny jeans looked damned good on him, but they were hell on a horny horse!

"Lets go upstairs," Rick whispered, worried someone might hear. He moved away from the washing machine, but Chris grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back against it. He looked down with wide eyes as the wolf's paw slid up to his button fly, popping open the first one.Snap. "Chris!" He protested, jerking against the wolf's firm hand as he struggled to get free. Rick bit his bottom lip as the wolf's paw shifted, moving to the second button. Snap. "Come on Chris, this isn't funny, you know I don't-" Snap. His jeans went slack on his slender hips and sagged open, exposing the crest of his slim legs, and that taut 'V' that led down to the root of an impressively thick, brown cock, which was just a few shades darker than his fur.

"I know you don't wear underwear," he whispered back, staring into Rick's eyes. "And I love the reason why." Rick's breath hitched in his throat as the wolf's paw tugged down his pants until they fell to the floor, allowing his cock the room it needed to expand and rise up. He knew from experience that once his dick got out, there was no way he forcing the monster back into his pants... Not until he came and softened up. Despite the panic he felt rising up in the pit of his chest, he loved the thrill of it, the idea that there was a room full of people just down the hall that could stumble along and find them at any moment.

"There's something about a big cock on a skinny guy," Chris whispered as he wrapped his fingers around Rick's hard, sagging shaft. Rick jerked and ground his teeth, his head swimming, awash in a sea of feelings and sensations that made him dizzy. "Some guys would laugh about a bottom with a dick like this, but I always loved it... And I love these," he whispered, his hand slipping free of Rick's shaft to tease at the plump, tender balls beneath. His eyes rolled back in his head as the wolf rolled them back and forth in his palm, kneading, squeezing, tugging gently. "I loved the messes you used to make when I fucked my knot into your ass." Even now the horse's cockhead was dripping and drooling, leaking out long, gooey strands of pre.

"I love making messes with you," Rick whispered back, his words coming out in a hushed gasp. He reached for the wolf's shoulders, grabbing fistfuls of lush, black fur. How many times had he held Chris' arms just like that while the wolf had pounded him like a drum? His tail flicked across his bottom, hiking at the very thought. Just as he closed in for the kiss, Chris grabbed him by his hips and twisted with him, forcing him back, around- And up. Chris hoisted him up and dropped him on the edge of a folding table, making it rattle and squeak.

"Then you're going to love this," Chris growled, his paw squeezing Rick's nuts like a vice. It hurt, but it hurt in all the right ways, a burst of sweet pain that mixed into a heady blend of pleasure and pressure. It forced Rick to gasp, and when he did, Chris lunged in and sunk his tongue deep into his muzzle. The feeling of his old lover's tongue rolling against his sent a cascade of memories rushing over him, thoughts of wild nights and tender moments. The very first time they'd kissed, the first time they'd screwed... He moaned against Chris' lips and met the wolf's smooth tongue with his own, lashing it, teasing it.

They were both panting like horny college kids when they parted, staring at each other with hunger in their eyes. Rick fumbled for the edge of the table held it as he leaned back, his cock flopping across his flat stomach, his legs spreading, his ankles settling on Chris' hips. Rick slid them down until his hooves kissed the sides of the wolf's firm rump, urging him closer.

"You gonna saddle up?" Rick whispered, trying to sound more confident than he was. He was scared to death of getting caught, but there was no way he was going to say no to Chris, not now, _not ever._They'd always fantasized about doing something like this, they'd even come close a few times... But never this close! Chris just smirked and reached into his shorts, pulling out a small tube of lube. He popped the cap with his claw and squeezed the cool gel onto Rick's taut pucker, making him shiver.

"Of course," he murmured back. "What's the point of having a horse if you aren't gonna ride it?" Rick looked down as Chris tossed the tube aside and grabbed his trim white shorts, yanking them down across his athletic thighs. He wasn't wearing a thing beneath them, and the sight of his bare dick sent a tremor of anticipation down Rick's spine. Chris stepped up to the table's edge and grabbed hold of Rick's legs, bringing them up until they were resting atop his big shoulders.

"Wasn't this one of your favorite positions?" He rumbled, his voice made rough by the sheer lust oozing off every word. Rick tried to speak, but his throat went dry as Chris pulled his ass cheeks apart and laid his throbbing wolf meat between them, the head resting against the bottom of his balls.

"Y-Yes," he stuttered. He could feel the bottom of the wolf's shaft grinding back and forth across his asshole, hotdogging Rick's perfect ass. It smeared the gel all over his length, making it glisten in the dim light each time it pushed out across his nuts. Rick's cock was absolutely drooling, bathing his stomach in a steady trickle of sticky warmth. His black t-shirt was probably ruined by this point, but who the fuck cared?

"Mine too," the wolf murmured, rearing his hips back until the head of his cock fell into place against Rick's pucker. _Oh fuck!_The horse's whole body arched off the table as he tried to pull the wolf down inside him, but he wasn't strong enough to make him budge. It made Chris smile in that smug, satisfied way he always used to whenever he knew he'd teased Rick to the limit. "Giddy up," he whispered as he lurched forward, sinking the head of his cock inside Rick's ass in one smooth stroke. The rough, sudden stretch made him see stars- Or maybe that was from staring into the fluorescent light hanging over his head. He fought as hard as he could just to bottle up all the nasty noises he wanted to make, trying not to moan as Chris slid in nice and slow, growling all the while.

"I love your tight little ass," he huffed, grabbing hold of Rick's hips. Rick felt the kiss of his manicured claws pricking at his skin through his short fur. It was the way the wolf had _always_grabbed him when he wanted to really fuck. _I wonder how long he's been waiting for this,_Rick wondered somewhere in his hazy mind. Chris leaned in on his toes, pushing until the rise of his growing knot crushed down against Rick's hole, forcing it open even wider.

The stars in his eyes went supernova as that knot went into him, only stopping when it was halfway inside, resting at it's thickest point. The pressure from holding back his moans grew and grew until it threatened to choke him. Rick bit down on his tongue and squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to hold it all in as Chris dragged the fattest part of his swelling knot in and out of his clenching pucker.

"I'm going to fuck you until you cum all over yourself, my little pony," Chris growled down at him, his lips curled back across his fangs. "You want me to fuck you with my knot, like I always used to?"

"Yes," Rick rasped, shuddering on the table. That was all it took. The wolf slammed his knot into Rick so hard it rattled the bolts holding the table to the floor, forcing a muted, excited whinny from his gasping lips. Rick's heavy equine shaft jerked and spat a spurt of pre that caught him in on his cheek and dribbled down his face, but he didn't care. He pulled on the wolf's shoulders with his ankles, urging him to sink that fat knot as deep as he could.

"Just as tight as I remember," Chris whispered as he slid his paws down and grabbed two handfuls of Rick's clenching bottom. Here it comes, he thought, squeezing his watering eyes shut all the tighter. Chris' full knot pulled against his clamping hole from the inside, making his heart beat short as the ecstasy poured into him. Rick fought hard to keep the wolf within him, but Chris fought harder, and his knot popped out with a wet squelch. He felt the wolf's pre-cum running out of his aching hole, dripping down the crack of his ass.

Chris wasted no time, slamming it right back into him as Rick bucked against him, eagerly impaling himself on the hard bulb of engorged flesh. His tail whipped across Chris' thighs as the wolf's balls clapped against his ass, balls that were going to fill his ass to the brim at any second.

"Shit," Rick moaned as he felt the wolf's knot yank back out of him again, his asshole stretching wide open and snapping shut again in the span of a second. Chris grunted and growled as he pummeled Rick's ass with short, punishing thrusts, tying him over and over, battering his ass into submission. Rick held onto the edge of the table as tight as he could, afraid that the wolf was going to buck him off. He was so lost in his own bliss that he never even noticed the swelling of his equine flare.

Rick had about a second from the time he reached the point of no return to the time that he came, too little time to do anything about it, even if he could. His dribbling cock head grew nice and wide, then twitched, lifting off his tummy as a great pressure welled up inside. Rick closed his eyes, lost in the all consuming fire that swept across him. He gasped and choked, writhing as his cock erupted, sending arcs of pearly white shooting all over his writhing body. His cum lashed across his chest, his neck, and the bottom of his slender jaw, oozing all over his short chestnut fur and soaking through his shirt. More and more of it came as the wolf's knot slammed into him, until nothing was left but a slow, sticky trickle.

Maybe it was the sight of him cumming all over himself, or maybe it was the way his muscles rippled and tugged around the wolf's cock. Whatever it was, Chris wasn't far behind. He managed another ten or twenty rough, rapid thrusts, then it finally happened. He came with one last push into the horse's ass, burying his knot as far he could, sending Rick's mind reeling. Rick whimpered as the growling wolf dumped his load inside him, filling him with a liquid heat that radiated into the pit of his stomach. Not a drop escaped, held inside by his lupine cock.

Chris was the one that recovered first. He shrugged Rick's weak legs off his shoulders. They fell down around the wolf's waist and wrapped around it, holding Chris close to him as he bent over the exhausted, messy horse. "Your cum looks good on you," he whispered, dragging his smooth tongue across Rick's gooey chest. The wolf held it in his mouth until their lips met, dribbling it all over Rick's mouth as they kissed. It was tangy and sweet, tingling on his tongue. "How about we go upstairs, fuck for the next four hours, and send some pictures to your ex-boyfriend?"

Rick giggled and blushed, reaching up to wrap his arms around his lover's shoulders. "Sounds good to me, Wolfy."