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Mirrors and Gardens

Zead Commission

By Cimmaron Spirit

**WARNING: contains a horse, skunk, gay sex, anal, hyper, cum inflation, mind alteration, domination/submission, fucking at an internationally recognized heritage site and a bunch of things like that. Only those 18 or older should read this, and only if you are into that sort of thing. Enjoy! **

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A faint woosh was the only sign that anything had happened, but it could easily mistaken for a breeze or somebody's clothing fluttering around, especially in such a busy place as the Palace of Versailles. Not many tourists were left, and none of them paid any attention to the horse in the tan trench coat clip-clopping his way over the marble floor through the room. It was a late spring afternoon, and the sun shone through the massive windows of the Hall of Mirrors, dazzling all of those who looked out to the gardens outside the massive glass windows, while the golden decorations, finely carved statues and beautifully painted ceiling showed off the wealth and power of the long since deceased King Louis XIV.

"A bit larger than I remember," Cimmaron muttered to himself. He'd been to this room many times before; he was there when The Sun King graced the halls; when the peasants broke into Versailles demanding bread; when the German Empire was created by Otto von Bismarck; when it was ended in the aftermath of the "War to End all Wars." And that was just in the Alpha timeline, not to mention the innumerable times in the multiverse when something big happened. Versailles seemed to have a draw through space, time, and history, and he'd seen it all.

But for once, the time-traveling horse wanted to experience it in silence. It was the end of the day, and soon he would be alone. Cimmaron was never happy in large crowds, the distraction and noises overwhelming him. But here, peace, solitude...

"Um, excuse me, monsignor," a French accented voice spoke up, "The palace will be closing in a few minutes."

Cimmaron turned and came face to face with a skunk dressed in a security uniform. His fur was shades of green and white, and a mismatched pair of orange and blue eyes, with the blue one on the left shimmering enough to catch the horse's attention. Although the skunk was doing his best to be imposing and dominate, Cim was able to see the doubt and uncertainty in those eyes, and he was doing his best not to shuffle on his feet.

"Are you new here?" Cimmaron asked.

"F-first week here," the skunk replied. "You are pretty good at French for not being from here."

Cimmaron chuckled and looked around. "I've had help. How did you know I wasn't from here?"

"You dress more like one of those American detectives. Not many people wear trench coats around here," he replied.

The horse nodded. "Fair point. And what's your name?"

"Zead," the green skunk replied, looking at the horse again. The skunk was a bit taller, but the confident stance of the horse made him seem bigger. He twisted his head to glance at one of the big mirrors that gave the hall it's name, and noticed the rather sizeable bulge in the front there. The skunk's eyes went wide and he bit his lips, shivering a bit as he fantasized about that manhood just within reach. Zead could feel his own erection starting to form a tent in his pants

Cimmaron stood looking at a statue in the hall for a minute, not knowing that the security guard was ogling him. The horse finally turned around to see the skunk staring at him, or, rather, down there. The horse rolled his eyes

"Ahem," the horse cleared his throat. "Aren't you supposed to be closing this place down?"

Zead snapped to it. "Oh, y-yes, right. Of course. Sorry..." the skunk started apologizing, but the horse merely smiled.

"Well, I will see you around Zead," the horse said, walking away. He turned into the room beyond the Hall of Mirrors, and pulled out his Chronodevice, ready to time-shift out of here.

"Or..." the horse thought to himself, before reaching into another pocket.

Zead stood slack jawed for a moment, before running after the horse. When the skunk turned the corner, the horse was gone.

"Damnit!" the skunk shouted to himself. His damn timid nature screwed him over again. The skunk growled a bit to himself, and was about to turn around and leave when he noticed a small piece of paper on the ground. He stopped, and reached down to pick it up.

Meet me in the gardens if you want to see more than some bulge.

The skunk stared at the card in shock. That was... unexpected to say the least.

Zead ran back into the hall to look out the window to the gardens, but the falling light made it difficult to see anything out there.

The skunk looked away, and sighed. It would take all night to find that horse.

He looked up, and realized he was looking in one of the mirrors, straight at his reflection.

"Oh no, no, no, no!" The skunk gasped as he felt his body shake. Zead panicked, feeling his repressed alter-ego, the sex crazed beast that would do whatever it needed to get what it wanted. He closed his eyes tight and turned around, opening his eyes again. But now the orange eye on the right side of face glowed brightly, and a cocky grin crossed his face. The quiet and shy Zead was away for now, and though he was almost as horny and riled up as this other form, he wouldn't reach out to grab an opportunity like he was just given.

"Oh yes," Zead grinned to himself, brushing the thick white head fur out of his face. He was going to find that horse, whatever his name was, and he was going to make this skunk happy.

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Cimmaron had found a bench in a quiet spot of the gardens of Versailles, and he whistled to himself as he flipped his golden pocket watch that wasn't fully a pocket watch in his hoofed hand. It had been only a few minutes since he met Zead inside the palace, at least for Cim, but it was almost two hours later. The horse quietly hoped the skunk hadn't given up, if mostly because it had been a while since he last had some companionship. Sure, as a time traveler Cim could just show up somewhere with someone he already knows and have a quickie, but he actively avoided trying to do that. After all, there was a full multiverse, and an almost infinite number of horny gay men and furries that would jump at the chance to be with a horse.

He perked his ears when he heard a rustling around the corner, and he looked over to see what it was. Cim leaned forward squinting his eyes until a little bunny hopped out of the hedges, and bounced his way across the dirt path to the next bunch of hedges.

Cimmaron sighed, and leaned back on the bench, closing his eyes. As he dozed, he felt a warm sensation come over him, something that felt like a pillow, soft and fluffy. The stallion smiled, but only opened an eye when a foot landed on the bench, only to see a massive tail covering him. He looked up to see the skunk from earlier swinging his Chronodevice by it's chain, giving a grin somewhere between malicious and hungry.

"Enjoy this, horsie boy?" Zead said, his voice stronger and much more confident than before. Cim sat up and looked closer at the skunk; his security uniform was unbuttoned and showed off his flat, toned, white furred chest to the horse, and his pants were unbuttoned, Zead's crotch at eye height, allowing the tented underwear to poke out.

Cim reached out to try to grab his time traveling device, but the skunk was quicker and spun it on his finger to hit the stallion in the nose. Cim was stunned momentarily at the surprising force the Chronodevice had, as the skunk swung his other leg to straddle the horse and removing the tail, before sitting on the stallion's crotch, grinding softly into the big bulge there. The horse nickered lowly as the clothed froting made his cock start to stiffen in his black pants. Where did this skunk come from? Wasn't he timid and shy just a few minutes ago?

"Like that Mr. Big Sexy Stallion? Well why don't we let it out to play?" Zead smirked, whispering into the horse's ear and sending chills down Cimmaron's spine.

Before Cim could say anything, the skunk was already sliding off, before his fingers starting pulling at the belt and zipper, allowing the hardening horsecock more room, before springing up half mast.

The skunk's mouth was already over the flattened tip of the eighteen inch horse pole that was almost as thick and long as Cim's arm, the tongue playing over the urethra while hands groped flesh and balls, caressing, stroking, squeezing and pulling, rougher than what the horse was used too, not that he minded. It was... different, to say the least.

Cim shuddered, the expert tongue of the skunk touching all the right spots on his cock head, and he thrust his hips up to force more of it down the skunk's throat, which Zead took without any problems. The skunk squeezed and pulled the baseball sized orbs, making the horse buck again. This time, Zead pulled his muzzle off, grinning as he licked the long strands of pre that was drooling out of the monster of a horse cock.

"Well, that was great foreplay," the skunk said, allowing his pants and underwear to slip off at last. He leapt onto the horse's lap, the massive cock slapping against the nice dress shirt Cim was wearing and leaving a thick cum stain on it. The skunk's nose touched the horses, and the mismatched eyes, this time the orange glowing vibrantly bright, locked onto Cim's brown ones. "Now, let's see how good you are with that thing." He gave a long lick on the throbbing pole in front of him, making the stallion shudder and a thick glob of pre ooze out and onto the tongue of the voracious skunk.

"Time to see how a horse can handle a skunk," Zead smirked, before rising up and turning around, positioning his cute bubble butt over the thick cock, before shoving his entire body down over the massive pole lined up with his tail hole reverse cowgirl. The tightness around Cim's cock made the horse gasp, while the skunk only murred as he felt the turgid penis push into his tight ass, forming an obscene bulge in the skunk's stomach, his tail softly batting the horse in the nose.

The skunk cried out in bliss as he sank deeper onto the horse's member, one hand rubbing over his stomach at the thick pole inside him, the other still clutched tight to the gold pocket watch. Acclimatizing himself, Zead grinned and looked down at the horse. His eyes were shut tight and he was gritting his teeth at the pressure of such a tight hole stretching over his cock, while involuntary gasps and moans escaped Cim's lips.

Zead braced himself, and pushed himself down more until he felt himself sit on the stallion's lap, the entire cock inside him. Zead ground his butt onto Cim's cock, before he pushed himself up until he had about half of the massive horsemeat inside him, before he rammed himself down again. The skunk began a steady pace, shoving himself over the turgid penis. Hot preseed began to gush out of the stallion's cock, making it easier for Zead to impale himself on the thick shaft, over and over again.

Cimmaron's mind began to function again after the sexual ambush the skunk brought on. He noticed the Chronodevice was still slung around the skunk's finger, but Zead was so intent on shoving the horse's phallus into himself that he lost track of it. The horse managed to grab hold of Zead's hips, helping to ram the skunk over his cock like a large sex toy. With a kick of his hooves, he managed to get up, and fell forward, the skunk being pinned under the weight of the horse, the pocket watch rolling out of Zead's grip and landing in front of the two copulating furries.

"No one talks my pocket watch and gets away with it," the horse growled, starting to thrust his hips and his cock deep into the skunk's ass. Zead was surprised, and he snarled as he felt the horse ramrod his cock harder and harder.

Zead looked ahead as the horse took him, and he saw the watch in front of his face. The polished metal shimmering in the moon reflected the skunk's face, making him pause.

Oh fuck... he thought, before the rowdy dominate side vanished, and the shy, bashful Zead took it's place. His orange eye was extinguished like a flame as the opposite blue eye blazed to life.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." the skunk gasped, feeling the horse pound him. He gasped and moaned as the thick horse pole kept slamming into his prostate, filling his ass so nicely.

Cim's ear perked at the sudden change in tone from the skunk below him, and he glanced down to see Zead wasn't as dominate, or even resisting as before, pulling himself tighter as the horse continued to shove his cock into him.

"Are... are you... okay?" the horse panted out, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"I... I changed..." the skunk moaned. "I... I change when... I see... myself...mirrors... glass..."

Cim slowed his thrusting, hearing a softer, more gentle voice fill his ears. "So you have two personalities?"

Zead nodded meekly, but as he felt the horse slow down, he shoved back. "No! Keep fucking me! Fuck me hard! Fill me with your cum!"

The horse blinked, looking down at the skunk, but the skunk put on his best "fuck me" needy face.

Cim grinned, grabbing hold of Zead's hips and tail, before ramming his cock in as far as he could, till his large cum filled balls smacked against the skunk's. The stallion pulled back, before thrusting balls deep again, and again, and again. Soon the horse was pile driving the skunk as hard as he could, grunting with each push into the skunk's ass.

Zead writhed as the massive horse cock kept shoving into him over and over, moaning out loud as the throbbing horse cock filled his insides.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Zead gasped, his hand over his stomach as the cock kept bulging it out with each thrust. "Fuck me horse, fuck me!"

Cimmaron grunted, and pounded the skunk harder, driving him into the dirt paths that ran through the gardens of Versailles, making Zead cry and moan as he was taken by the massive horse cock inside him.

The stallion, panting heavily now and feeling his balls surge up, whinnied and slammed his hips once more into the skunk, as he unloaded his hot stallion cum deep into the skunk. Each thick ropey shot of seed bulged Zead's stomach out more and more. Cimmaron's thick pole, the cause of this absurd inflation was no longer visible, replaced by the slowly expanding belly that quickly looked like he either had a few to many pounds or suddenly very pregnant or somehow had swallowed a basketball.

The warmth of the sloshing cum, along with the stallion's grunts and snorts as each cumshot filled his belly more and more made Zead groan, and then cry out as his own, much more average sized, cock start spasming and shooting it's load onto the dirt below.

Zead at last fell on the ground as his legs and arms gave out from the pleasure he got from feeling his ass and belly filled, his mind a haze. Cim managed to hold himself up, but he was panting and sweating from the workout he got. He finally leaned forward, stroking the skunk's round stomach, before grabbing his pocket watch again. With Chronodevice in hand, Cim slowly pulled his flaccid cock from the skunks rear with a lewd slurp, a tidal wave of spunk following after. The skunk whimpered as he felt the pole vacate his rear, and he looked up to the stallion now walking in front him quickly as he was doing up his pants.

"You might want to get cleaned up. And call in sick for a day or two. Not sure how long that may last," Cimmaron said, flicking open the clasp of his watch. "I had a great evening though Zead. Thanks."

"Wait, what's your name?" The skunk asked, stopping Cim in his tracks. "I... I want to know if we could... you know..."

Cimmaron looked down at the skunk, at the cute innocent creature that just expertly took his massive cock and equally massive orgasm. But as they locked eyes again, Zead could see something in them; sadness, loss, and fear of something that Zead would never understand.

"As much as I enjoyed this, I don't think you want to come with me." The horse replied, before smiling. "I will try to come back, sometime soon." Cim winked, then turned around and walked behind the nearest hedge. The soft sound, a faint breeze, a light that appeared from nowhere, and the horse was gone leaving the beautiful gardens of Versailles quiet again.

Zead was left there in the gardens on Versialles, looking to where the stallion had left. He slowly pushed himself up, realizing that he would never get his shirt buttoned up now, and maybe not even his pants. Not that he minded, too much. It was shame he couldn't be with that horse again, but maybe it was for the best.

He reached for his pants, and put them on, but a small piece of paper, similar to the one that lead him out here earlier, fluttered to the ground, landing in the pool of spunk. Zead groaned as he bent down to pick it up, his basketball sized gut making that hard.

Oh, my name is Cimmaron, by the way, the note read. I promise to see you sometime soon. It was fun.