More than a One Night Stand

Story by ShinyGallade on SoFurry

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#1 of More than a One Night Stand

A young stallion in his prime meets a shy deer seeking the one thing that has eluded him. Can love find its way into their lives or will habits and reputation keep one heart cold while the other faces disappointment yet again?

One is weak to the cravings of the flesh while the other is weak to the effects of drink.

One is a stud seeking only his own satisfaction while the other is seeking a stud that can satisfy him in every way.


Sweat poured from the exhausted frame of a canine clad in nothing but his birthday suit, a veritable torrent of spunk pouring out from the gaping hole that was his tail hole. The look of utter bliss and satisfaction entailed he just finished being pounded into next month while copious amounts of drool funneled down the corners of the canine's mouth, his crimson red pecker still spurting and leaking whatever sperm was left inside his modestly-sized balls.

On the flip side another figure had just left the room in a huff, his plain white t-shirt showing the impressive muscles and six-pack abs underneath. Rippling biceps and shoulders broad enough to make a bouncer do a double-take we're peaked by a handsome face with a head of raven black hair covering just above eyes of piercing emerald green.

Down below those same six-pack abs rested the pride and joy of every equine, it's cum-soaked length, pink along the flare and mottled black further down the base, hung just below the stallion's knees. It wasn't the length that drew the eyes to the equine's meat, however, it was the size of his twin ebony orbs which rested snug below the breeding spire. They had to have been the size of ripe, ready-to-be-picked oranges, which was astounding considering not five minutes earlier the stallion had pumped almost a weeks worth of horse milk inside the canine from earlier.

Trent gazed around the crowded nightclub, not caring that he wasn't wearing any pants. In fact, it was a normal, thing for the hung stallion to let his pride and jewels dangle free. Anyone who wanted to have a wild night with him needed to have money on hand, and Trent's prices were not for those living paycheck to paycheck. The payout for a night with Trent Steelhoof, however, was worth the price of admission, rumored to be the Alpha Male of all stallions in town. It wasn't for the ladies to enjoy, however, as Trent only had eyes for those of the same gender as him.

Since Trent was the tender young age of ten he was aware of the fact that he liked guys more than he did girls, that fact didn't truly make itself manifest until his sophomore year of high school. Back then he had a huge crush on his childhood best friend who, it just so happened, was the quarterback of their schools football team the Prodsdale Stallions. The friend was another stallion named Gene Princeton, one of the most sought-after bachelors of the school and, fortunately for Trent, he was also gay. Gene had shone brief interest in the opposite sex but it rarely went beyond simply greetings and courteous smiles, the real animal inside him was reserved for the few lucky guys that caught his attention.

Trent had been especially randy the day he and Gene took it beyond simple hand holding and the occasional lip lock, the events of that fateful afternoon forever etched in the young stallions mind as the day they both gave each other their firsts.

\ **FLASHBACK: Twelve Years Ago**

"Do you think they have cameras in the locker room showers? As much as I want this...as much as I want you, Trent..." The up and coming star quarterback nervously looked around the vacant boys locker room while trying to keep the sexually frustrated stallion known as Trent Steelhoof out of the camera's line of sight.

Trent, on the other hand, was already chomping at the bits to get his best friends, and high school crushes', uniform off so he could show his fellow stallion an afternoon to remember. "Fuck...Gene, help me...get this...NNNGH! Why won't this damn tie come off! Please, Gene, help me out~" Trent asked, nay- pleaded with the Sophomore stud, already throbbing like crazy between his own toned thighs, the two equines brushing their erections up against one another.

"Sheesh...Let me just...T-Trent~! Would you-" Gene tried wiggling free long enough to remove his school uniform but the incessant grabbing and tugging by the other made the easy task monumental in nature. He couldn't really fault Trent for wanting this as much as he did though, after all of the teasing the raven-haired equine had to put up with during fifth period. That was his favorite part of the day as he sat right next to the handsome playboy, close enough to make his erotic antics known to Trent while remaining oblivious to the classroom teacher.

After several agonizing moments for Trent, trying to remove Gene's uniform, the frustrated stallion just grabbed the fabric by the collar and ripped it clean off. The sound of high-priced clothing being ripped and torn filled the empty locker room before Trent tossed the ruined article in the garbage bin.

"TRENT! What the fu--MMMMPH~!" Gene never got to reciprocate as the dark-haired equine had him pinned to the shower wall with tongue pushing past the others muzzle and tangling with the moist organ. "Mmmmph~.. -pant- T-Tren- MMH-BLOOMMPH~!..." Gene tried pushing Trent away but kept meeting his hungry lips. "What has gotten into yo- MMMMPH-HHMPH-!" Finally tired of being pushed back Trent made his thoughts crystal clear to the dim stallion.

"-Pant- Gene...you -pant- fucking idiot...I want you! I want you in a way guys shouldn't want each other! I want to make you my mare and breed you like one! Gene...look at this!" Trent grabbed the others' right hand and places it over the massive swell now only being held in by the mocha-skinned equine's elastic undergarments. Gene couldn't believe just how BIG the slightly younger equine was! Gene had thought he was huge by comparison but Trent...

...Trent was the standard for which all stallions should strive for and it was all right there for the taking. Gene had to ask himself, as he was once again pinned to the wall and assaulted by his crushes' mouth and tongue, 'why am I fighting what I've been craving since the seventh grade?'

With nothing to lose except his innocence which, by now, was an afterthought in both of the horny stallions' minds, Gene fell to his knees and pulled Trent's undergarments down around his ankles and took in the incredible sight before him. By gods, Trent was HUNG.

Mottled black and pink base hung low from its ebony sheath, over two inches around at the base and tapering off only slightly as more spilled out. Even as the black faded and the pink took over Trent was still huge in the girth department, never going less than a couple of inches around while the length of the stallion's cock was, in a word, HUNG.

Fully erect the mocha-skinned equine had to have been at least fourteen, maybe sixteen, inches across and the musk that poured out from those unbelievably heavy cum tanks resting low and hanging between the stallion's legs, each orb the size of an orange, was enough to put Gene's mind in a state of sexual entropy.

His mind was racing, then it slowed down, only to start back up again when he saw the slightest bob or twitch in Trent's massive meat. It was as though his entire thought process now revolved around his stallion stud and how, despite earlier protesting and delays, didn't want anything less than being thoroughly made into Trent's breeding bitch and made.

That was exactly what the aroused quarterback did, opening his muzzle wide and engulfing the pink flare of Trent's colossal horse cock into his mouth, slurping greedily on the tender ridges of the crown while his tongue, unrehearsed in the art of giving a proper blowjob, made it seem as though he was an expert in the trade. Sow and sensual laps and flicks were all it took to make the horny stallion above him writhe and buck his hips, the very act sending even more of that delicious breeding meat down Gene's virgin-tight gullet.

"A-AHHHN! F-Fuuuuck~ Gene~! Y-Your throat- NNIEER~! Is as tight as a fucking vice!" Trent neighed and groaned hotly, his breath visible due to the hot water being turned on in the showers by Gene. Trent wiggled the pair over into the direct flow of steamy paradise and placed his hands along the back of Gene's head, pushing even more plump, vein-kissed equine meat down that hungry gullet which, amazingly for it being his first time, was not rejecting or trying to push Trent out. "Mmm...F-Fuuuuck~ you're a real slut for big dick aren't you, Gene~?"

Gene could only voice his thoughts through garbled mumbling and incoherent moaning, his mind completely overwhelmed by Trent's Alpha Male musk, his only purpose right now being to properly service the stud and get him primed for the breeding that was going to take place very soon. Slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly Gene's tongue tickled and teased the narrow cum-vein directly on top of Trent's massive meat, trying to wiggle his organ inside to explore him further.

That would be the trigger that sent the convulsing stallion off like a loaded gun as, the moment that wet organ penetrated his urethra, Trent blasted his copious virgin seed deep down Gene's throat while the close proximity to the blockage which was the others tongue caused a lot of sticky essence to splatter and cake the locker room shower walls, not to mention cake Geme's handsome face like it were icing and he was the proverbial "cake."

Not wanting any of Trent's precious gift to go to waste Gene eagerly swallowed the tremendous payload and licked up whatever didn't get make it down his throat. He didn't want to touch the shower walls or floor though for obvious reasons. After ingesting a literal family-sized meals worth of sweet and sticky horse spunk Gene was still craving more. He wanted more, he saw the look in Trent's emerald green eyes and knew he wasn't satisfied with a simple blow job.

Trent wanted Gene's body completely and the horny quarterback was all too eager to comply, turning around with his back facing the aroused equine. Gene's blonde tail lifted up high to reveal his waiting ass-pussy, its clear and clean pink ring showing just how well the star player took care of himself, in every aspect. "Mmmh...you've been saving yourself for someone, Gene?"

Gene gave a gentle nod as he reached back with his muscular arms and spread his toned creamy thighs apart to show off his winking tail star in even better clarity. "I've been wanting your clock to claim my body since the seventh grade, Trent, and I want you now more than ever...please..." Gene ended with a pleasing in his voice Trent had never heard before. "...don't keep your mare waiting..."

That was all Trent needed to hear as he pushed Gene against the wall and slammed his massive breeding meat home, wincing and neighing as his swollen spire was engulfed by a veritable sleeve of warmth and otherworldly vice-grip worthy pressure. Gene, on the other hand, bit his lower lip at having his virginity taken so roughly. He wasn't about to complain, though, Trent was much bigger than he had given him credit for and his body was loving every second of this breeding.

"NNNGH~! G-GENE...OOOOH FUCKING HELL, GENE! MMMMH~! Y-you feel fucking incredible~! NIIEEEEEEER-R-R-R!!" Trent cried out with a boisterous neigh that echoed rough the entire locker room and, more than likely, the entire school as well. Fortunately there was nobody else except the janitor and a few security personnel there but they would be arriving momentarily. For now the entire school was there's to make as much noise as they wanted.

"T-Trent~...MMMHH-HMM-HMMM~! OOOH GOD TRENT! RUIN ME! RUIN YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE MARE WITH YOUR HUGE FUCKING COCK! NIIIEEEEER-R-RRR~!" Gene arched his back only to have it press against steaming, muscular thoroughbred, the lighter-skinnier stallion panting like a bitch in heat at the darker-toned equines vicious thrusting. In and out Trent's thick mating meat went, creating lewd -SCHLUUCK- sounds with each surge forward while his heavy ebony cum tanks slapped against Gene's with each passionate push.

"G-GENE~! GENE! GENE! GENE!! O-Oooh fuck, Gene! Milk your studs fat cock like a good little broodmare~! NNNIIEEERRR-R-R-R-R!!" At this point Trent was pounding Gene into next month, the sheer force of his thrusts causing impact marks to appear on Gene's shapely but still muscular ass and torso. Trent's massive horse cock began to spurt dollop after dollop of creamy pre-cum deep inside Gene's breeding hole and the younger raven-haired stallion couldn't get enough.

"T-TRENT~! OOH GOD, TRENT! DO IT! BREED YOUR SLUTTY LITTLE MARE SO HIS HOLE ONLY FITS YOUR WONDERFUL PIECE OF MEAT~! NIEEER! NIEER-R-R-Rrr-RER-RRR!!" Gene was screaming and neighing at the top of his lungs as his own twitching spire of stallion meat was leaking copiously each time his prostrate was smacked by Trent's swollen pink flare.

Nether equines would last much longer at the rate they were mating, and they didn't as Trent's thrusting became short but powerful, making sure he was properly hilted inside Gene's hungry ass-pussy. Seconds before the mocha-skinned stallion unleashed his potent payload he leaned forward and bit down hard on Gene's neck, claiming him as his and growling possessively. Seconds later Trent's throbbing, pulsing and convulsing breeding spire swelled larger and larger until the floodgates burst and both Trent and Gene were thrown into the passionate embrace of lust and passion.

"TRENT~!! NIIEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR-R-R-R-R-RRRRR~!"

"GENE!! FUUUUCK, GENE~!! NIIEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR-R-R-R-RRRRRR~!"

Trent's eruption of seed blasted Gene's innermost sanctum with ropes of thick, gooey sperm while Gene's own twitching stallion cock sprayed his own copious load along the shower walls,leaving the entire locker room smelling heavily of musk, sex and sweat.

And neither one of them cared about that, nor would they ever think back to care about the mess they made after such a passionate afternoon two friends spent in the m after school...away from prying eyes.

\ **End Flashback**

Trent shook his head of the memories, they were of a time he could never go back to,not after the choices he made to earn his keep doing what he did best- fucking e living day lights out of anyone able to pay top dollar for his services.

As he rounded the corner to grab a drink from the bar he spotted an unusual sight, even amongst the numerous patrons that wandered and loitered the night club. A short black deer with green stripes dotting along its entire body was looking around generally unaware of where he was or, for that matter, what he was even doing here. Trent noticed how shy the doe was around the other patrons, especially a few other pimps who tried making their services known to the much smaller male.

Oddly enough the deer, though he gave off the scent of masculinity, also had an unusual ado a that could be traced to the opposite sex. Trent merely shook his head at the thought, figuring it was his mind playing tricks on him. As he turned back around to head to e bar he heard an all too familiar cat call, courtesy of his main rival in the line of work he did.

"So...what's a FINE~ thing like you doing in a joint like this, eh~?"

Trent couldn't stand the ornery canine with a name that belied his true method of getting his paying customers. To Trent he was Raphael Bloodclaw but, around the club, he had a different nickname- The Knot.

Truth be told, Raphael was packing quite an impressive package and, had Trent not already been working at a pimp at the night club, he might have offered a high price to let the crimson-furred canine tie with him. That was until he saw how "The Knot" managed to get his customers- by spiking their drinks that he offered to buy them. Once the spiked drink was downed it was clear sailing for Raphael who, often times, would not give his "paying customers" the satisfaction of actually tying with him, an even crueler joke played out by the pimp.

What truly made Trent despise the canine more than anything, though, was how he would often try and steal Trent's paying customers by bad-mouthing him as he was taking his fun away to a room. It never worked, truth be told, but one time he did lose a customer after Raphael drugged Trent's soda with a tranquilizer. The stallion still had yet to get back at the canine for that stunt so he figure now would be as good a time as any to get some payback.

He could already see Raphael reaching over for a glass of clear liquid, likely a cocktail or vodka, and drop a small red pill into the beverage. Trent made his move.


Plenty more to come, I assure you! ;3 lemme know what errors you find so I can correct me promptly!