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Close to midnight on a cold Autumn night, the streets still slick with evening rain. The pavement bore a gleaming orange pallor under street lamps and rare headlights. Just off a patch of craggy road and led up to by a gravel parking lot was a bar even the most naive mind could peg in an instant as a scumbag shithole. Hogpen said the ugly flaked sign hung from rusty chains out front. An American flag stood at dead center of the parking lot, its stars and stripes filthy and faded. Like most things at the Hogpen, the flag knew little care.

Despite its name, Hogpen serviced no swine. In better days it had been a popular shitkicker saloon for drunks of all flavors. Now it catered only to cliques of stallions riding in on greasy, noisy, and temperamental American motorcycles. At all hours but especially when the sun went down, the parking lot was alive in perpetuity with whooping and screaming bikers and thundering engines. Bare-knuckle fights were as incessant as they were inevitable as the leather- and denim-clad equine thugs slurred their claims of brotherly love just as often as they tried to pummel each other into the morgue.

By any measure, Hogpen was a good place to go for testosterone poisoning first, alcohol poisoning second. As the place was beset by a strange homosexual vibe which nobody could quite confirm or deny, it was a popular legend among the queer population of that and neighboring towns. And to that end, a sharp fox lingered near the dark edges of the bar's facade. At his back the wall shook with the foundation to the discordant beat of hooves within. Despite a coy smile on his face he was nervous, and rightly so. What few tales he had heard of Hogpen's sexual encounters ran the gamut from best-sex-ever gangbangs to savage beatings with chains and ball-peen hammers. Certainly only the most horsecock-starved fox would even dare the risk.

The fox in question went by the name of Milky. Anybody could look at him and see that he was a fox; but his colors and his marks set him apart. Black and white and pocked with cute little stars where the colors blended at the seams, Milky was something special to look at. With eyes somewhere between pink and purple and a perpetually coy smile, he could look so disarming and lewd with a single glance, and as such, his expressions tended to be complex ones.

A long sigh helped Milky cool his nerves. He started for the entrance. It wasn't uncommon for two, three, even four or five blatant homosexuals to mosey into the bar with horse cock on the mind. Those who came early in the night were often best-rewarded if they had masochistic or at least heavily submissive tendencies while visiting later let one see the horses after they'd gotten the violence out of their systems on the earlier queers. Milky was lucky to be the third homosexual to mosey in that night.

From the first moment the fox padded in with paws sunk down in his jacket pockets, he spied one of his predecessors sitting pretty on the bar. Promisingly, this other fox had masculine hands all over his slim body. A soft white shirt hung in tatters off of his chest and the pretty blonde hair on his head was messy and disheveled Milky saw this other fox to have more typical colors than he featured himself, but so was the strange fox unique in his own way. Whereas Milky had stars, the fox on the bar had raccoon marks. A foxcoon was a rare thing to see.

Although the greasy stallions had one fox in their clutches already, Milky acquired nearly unanimous attention nearing the small commotion. A smile both tight and very subtly toothy crossed his long muzzle as he made eye contact with the foxcoon.

"Now how the fuck is this gangbang gonna work?" came a rough smoker's voice. The query made Milky blush and swish his tail. It would indeed be a good night.

"Good question," another stallion answered. His voice was younger and smoother and more diplomatic, Milky thought. "We could just fuck both 'em at once. Hey, you!" he barked at Milky. Now the starry fox could pick that particular stud out. He was brown, blue-eyed, and every bit of six and a half feet. Pure muscle, bulging crotch, the perfect specimen to a discerning fox like Milky. "You're here for the dick, right?"

How blunt a way to ask, Milky thought, but bluntness would do just fine. "I am," he chuckled, "yes."

"Then I guess we'll fuck 'em both at once," yet another stallion chimed in.

"That's just about typical, isn't it?" the foxcoon huffed. The tone he had was queeny and short. Clearly he was the type to enjoy his pampering. Milky could discern from his dirty green gaze that he was seen by this foxcoon as unwanted competition and what the twink said was simply confirmation: "I wanted all you guys to myself, now I have to share with him?"

"Plenty to go around, bitch," was one response.

"I got an even better idea," said the younger, more diplomatic hunk whom Milky was intently ogling. "Let's turn 'em loose on each other. It'd be a good time for everyone." With that he reached out and grabbed Milky's shoulder, yanking the black and white fox closer.

Though Milky had no qualms, neither did he have a choice. He looked with a blush and a smirk at the foxcoon on the bar and wondered if the blonde thing was a top or a bottom. All he knew for sure was that he'd find out.

With haughty flair the foxcoon scooted off the bar and landed on his feet. Despite the rags his shirt had been reduced to, he carried himself with a sneer which Milky found himself matching. "I guess a warmup works for me," the foxcoon murmured. With soft, padded fingers he rubbed Milky's chin. The starry fox nipped playfully at his fingers.

Perhaps jinxing a good thing, Milky asked, "What are all of you guys gonna do with a couple of worn-out foxes?"

"Fuck the shit out of both of you," a gravelly voice in the crowd said.

"Fuckin' queers," yelled someone far to the back. Nobody in the foreground seemed to pay it any mind, so neither did Milky or the foxcoon.

Milky shrugged and smiled at the foxcoon. One way or another he'd be getting horse dick. "Name's Milky," he said sweetly.

"Desmond," the foxcoon answered with the same sweetness, surprising though it was from his bitchy mouth.

"Really fuckin' cute, maybe you two can take a nice long walk on the beach later," an impatient white stallion with a lump in his pants snuffled. He ushered Desmond and Milky to the pool table which a trio of stallions vacated without question. One stallion swept the balls to the edge and another hoisted Milky, then Desmond up to the smoke-stained felt.

"Ah, I haven't been laid on a pool table yet," Milky admitted while he yanked off his shirt and unbuttoned his well-coordinated black jeans.

Desmond sniggered and tossed his shredded shirt away. "You get used to it here," he expounded as he shucked off his own pants. Beneath were briefs; Milky himself wore lacy, black panties which elicited a whoop and some laughter from the musky crowd of stallions. "Cute underwear," Desmond remarked as he huddled up near Milky and fished a paw down the front of his new playmate's panties.

As Desmond cupped his bulging sheath, Milky grinned with a blush on his cheeks. "They're soft and they're definitely me, what can I say?"

"If you like wearing 'em, that's fine," Desmond sneered, shoving them down from inside, "but they're in the way."

Milky lifted his round behind off of the table and watched with his ever-present smile as Desmond rendered him completely nude. Milky himself was content to bottom for the foxcoon but there were certain times when he could press his own attack. He grabbed the blonde-haired fox-mix's briefs and started to tug them downward and thus saw the front inches of a plush sheath. Widening his smile and swishing his starry tail, he let loose with a cute growl and he pinned Desmond on his back. Up on his knees and straddling Desmond's legs, Milky yanked those briefs down just enough to bare the foxcoon's sheath and sack to the warm, humid air of the bar.

Despite loose strands of fur ever getting stuck on a wet tongue, Milky was nothing but content to lap and kiss Desmond's sheath. He did so with a slutty croon as his paws fondled the modest balls beneath, his fingertips brushing the taint hidden up between such slim legs. With much self-indulgence he pushed his nose in between Desmond's sheath and balls and he snuffled the musk that his nuzzling stirred up, this smell sending a shiver up his spine. Soon he saw the foxcoon's pink shaft slipping free of its sheath, glistening with musky pre. Just working on Desmond like so had his own solid black shaft similarly peeking like lipstick.

The black and white fox engulfed Desmond's emergent shaft to which the foxcoon huffed, grinned and settled his paws on the back of Milky's skull. Being touched like so made Milky straighten out and part his legs which left one foot hanging off the pool table. Positioned just so, the curve of his plush ass was bared to the many hungry equines loitering around the table. Over top of it and swaying back and forth in a serpentine manner was Milky's tail which drew attention downward.

Firm and wet though Milky's sucking was, that noise was overridden by the grunting and murmuring from the stallions, not to mention their jukebox. Milky soon felt rough and calloused hands on his ass which palmed and squeezed with the utmost possessiveness. Being the good fox that he was, he pushed his rear back into these grabby mitts and his obedience was rewarded when a stallion pulled the cheeks apart.

"Lookit that little black asshole," a horse muttered in reverence. The fox's suckling on Desmond grew sharper, his smile more cheshire as a fingertip pressed down on his pucker. Rather than enter him the digit pushed on his entrance as if it were a button; and its function, it seemed, was to make Milky's toes curl.

"All right, hands off, hands the fuck off," the younger and bolder stallion warned. Milky missed the molesting touch but that was a just excuse to force himself all the more strongly on Desmond. He pulled his soft lips up and off of Desmond's cock, them having formerly rested against the thick knot at the very base. With fox cock on his breath he climbed over Desmond whom stroked down his flanks and held him close with his queeny tendencies pacified by the blowjob. They ended up in a kiss and their tongues met just as their knotted, dribbling cocks touched in a lewd frot which Desmond grasped in a padded paw.

Watching Milky grind down on Desmond while both foxes snuffled and moaned in their wet kiss had the stallions huffing and wanting more. It was muddy as to whether or not their frotting was more or less lewd than Milky's cocksucking and presentation but the biker studs in general seemed to want to see something hardcore. For a time they humored the twinks and even encouraged them in their own nasty way as they bucked and sucked but dissenting, impatient groans were welling up in the crowd. Calls for penetration and a real contest to decide whom would actually be fucked senseless were becoming more and more common and the young stallion leaned in close enough that the two girly foxes could feel his hot breath on their snouts. "Hurry it up, everybody's waiting for some action."

Milky treated the stallion to his coy smile as Desmond shot him something more sour and impatient. But immediately the foxes had only eyes for each other and Desmond rolled Milky off, whom obligingly put himself down on his stomach for one reason or another. Desmond was flying just as blind as Milky when he sat up and shifted to his knees. Facing towards the starry fox's feet, he leaned over lovely, prone Milky, palmed the supple curve of his soft ass and nosed around the teasing bulk of his big tail.

Again Milky felt his cheeks parted and the sensation was no less a pleasant one this time around. In fact, it was even more so because Desmond leaned down, eased his nose between those soft cheeks and planted a kiss upon the black pucker hiding in there. Beneath Desmond's sticky lips it clenched and the starry fox let out with a playful croon as he curled his toes and absently rubbed the foxcoon's hip.

What began was another delay in the stallions' long-awaited live sex show, but neither fox seemed to be aware of the holdup. With long laps and frequent kisses, Desmond left Milky's quivering pucker dampened with sticky saliva just as the soft fur dressing the starry fox's ass crack and the root of his tail was similarly moistened. But despite this collateral dampness, Desmond was focused squarely on the tense pucker under his lips. His fingers played with those soft cheeks just as his nose did peruse the black and white fox's mild musk but those wet, slobbering laps were the real point of the act.

Though the positioning was awkward, Milky reached for and acquired Desmond's hard, pink cock for a few lewd pumps and squeezes in his supple mitt. The flesh was yet damp with his drool and this made stroking it particularly easy and intuitive even at such a weird angle. Before he might have been content to dominate Desmond but the more he felt that sinful tongue on his asshole and that hard cock in his paw, he was thoroughly prepared to bottom.

"Fuckin' foxes, get on with it," one of the more impatient studs groaned, but he was hardly in the minority. Like a logjam breaking loose, the other dissenters spoke up and demanded some real action, too. Or, one remarked, they'd just start fucking both of them. This much perked Milky's ears and saw his smile grow toothy but Desmond took it as a cue to get what he was after while he still could. By then he was more invested in pounding Milky than he was in bottoming for the stallions. Fucking Milky afterward, when one stallion cock after another had had its way with the very supple, tight ass he was licking, was pointless.

Desmond gave Milky's tail hole one more kiss before he, in one smooth motion, twisted around on a kneecap and straddled the black and white tod's thighs. It was with his coyest grin that he notched his shaft between Milky's ass cheeks for a quick but playful hotdogging. Mere seconds after that, however, came the main course in which he gripped his swollen, pink penis at the knot and pressed its pointed tip to Milky's black pucker. The starry fox crooned and bit his lip as Desmond huffed and pushed it home in one firm push. Sans knot, Desmond buried his dick in Milky and he braced his paws on his fellow tod's shoulders with an air of possessiveness.

Observing Desmond's entry made the stallions hush their annoyed urging. Instead they all seemed to agree that what they were watching was a fine live sex act. Desmond began to buck against Milky and every time his slim hips collided with that generously curved ass, he huffed. Milky however was a bit less reserved, openly moaning albeit not with every buck. Now and then Desmond's canine cock hit a particularly good spot in his snug ass; and other times the pleasure was just a consequence of his slutty rear being penetrated. The true pleasure, he knew, was in the bulk of the knot but tying up that rope was yet a ways off. In the meantime he curled his toes and he frotted against the dirty felt of the pool table as merely an accommodating bottom bitch.

"Which one do you wanna fuck?" Milky and heard from a murmuring stallion nearby.

"I dunno," his friend answered. The starry fox looked up, careful to peer at no stud in particular so as to not dissuade their dirty talk. He loved hearing it. What surprised him, but not too strongly was seeing that a number of the studs had their fat cocks out, each equine shaft in various stages of flaring. Some were pink, some were black, some brown and others mottled between any two shades. They all had raw size and copious drools of pre in common.

Desmond panted and growled as he ramped up his energetic assfucking. Now and then he ground his knot down with particular enthusiasm to ever so subtly spread open the starry fox's tail hole and Milky did eagerly grind back, sometimes with a coo in his chest, but the foxcoon teased him whether intentionally or not.

Soon enough Milky started to push his round ass back into Desmond's bucks with a special eagerness. Desmond took the cue incorrectly but the end result was pleasant for both foxes and their crowd when the blonde foxcoon eased back and pulled Milky up to his all-fours without ever leaving that tight ass.

"Ooh, doggy style," Milky bleated. "That's one of my favorites..."

"I bet it is," Desmond growled as he draped himself over Milky. From there he gnawed and nipped at the starry fox's neck while his bucking took on a far more aggressive quality. Milky gasped and crooned, never losing too much of that typical coolness yet he did bare his neck to the bitey foxcoon just as he shoved his fine ass back into those satisfying grinds.

Without the table grinding against his cock, Milky filled the void with a paw around his shaft. As he stroked himself he bumped his round behind back into Desmond's bucks. Whenever he felt the foxcoon grind with special insistence, Milky shuddered and cooed but always with a smile on his long muzzle. His luxuriant tail curled around Desmond's body haphazardly. Assuming an air of rock royalty, Desmond curled it around his neck like a feather boa and he kept one paw upon it just to hold it there. His other paw held fast to the starry tod's hip and he looked straight down his slim body to watch his knotted cock disappear into the black and white twink over and over.

Desmond eagerly worked his knot against Milky's asshole and he did spread that tight, black pucker quite far, but never enough to sink the bulk of the knot. He knew from experience what a stretch a knot could be and that was just why he was taking his time in working it in, at least partially. Some part of the gradual stretch had to do with prolonging that fine fuck. The stallions were momentarily satiated and they murmured only about which one they wanted to fuck; but Desmond ignored them and focused on Milky.

Milky stroked himself quicker by the minute. For a few pumps he kept his paw largely still and merely allowed the motion of Desmond's humping slide his dark shaft through his fingers. From Desmond's mouth came a few hot nothings, just little comments about Milky's tight ass. Soon the fox-mix leaned over Milky, unhanding his makeshift accessory to plant one paw on the table, another on Milky's head. He turned the starry fox's head and took him into a kiss where dirty tongues tangled and slobber dribbled onto the felt beneath.

A gap in the kiss came when Desmond gasped for breath, still with his lips to Milky's. The black and white fox reached up and raked a loving paw through that silky blonde hair. "Doing okay?" he purred, winking a pretty purple eye.

"Ooh, yeah," Desmond hissed, "I'm getting there."

The smile which quirked Milky's snout should have been a warning to Desmond but the foxcoon was much too involved in his task to notice it. Milky shifted on Desmond and forced the foxcoon to move as he did. The black and white fox intended to smoothly lie back on top of Desmond and never interrupt the penetration but Desmond's shaft slipped loose with a dirty, wet suck along the way. So there Desmond lie, panting on his back while his slippery cock stood up proudly only to be eclipsed by Milky's straddling body. Facing away from the foxcoon on a whim, he gripped Desmond's hot meat and pressed against it with practiced sluttiness. In one go he penetrated himself and sat down on the plump knot beneath, doing so with a quivering coo. Back arched and his nipples pert, he grinned up to the ceiling and began to buck on Desmond like a cowboy.

Desmond's passivity when Milky mounted up proved how little he worried about the specifics of the arrangement. All he wanted was his cock in the purple-eyed tod's ass and that was exactly what he was getting. Milky demonstrated great energy and enthusiasm as he bucked and bounced and yet there was grace in how he moved, a serpentine smoothness which the stallions may not have appreciated but which Desmond took notice of, being a sinfully slinky lover himself. As Milky retook his own shaft and fervently masturbated, Desmond grasped the black and white twink by the hips in a show of possessiveness. When Milky rose to the apex of his bounces, Desmond bucked upward from against the table to really ram his cock home with hope of sinking the knot. Perhaps to show Desmond that their goal was one and the same, Milky pressed downward and wriggled his hips subtly from side to side with intent to pop that fat knot inside. It came so very close and Desmond shuddered hotly but there was no gratification just yet.

"Yeah, this shit's what I'm talkin' about," a stallion said with bated breath. He was somewhere behind the foxes. Around them the wet slaps of masturbation filled the air, coinciding with the subtle wet sucks of Milky's tight ass around Desmond's male flesh.

"I wanna fuck both of 'em," another horse grunted. "Stick it in one's mouth and up the other's ass."

"Sounds like we got a long night ahead of us," Desmond panted. By then his hair was a sloppy mess, his face contorted with near-orgasmic bliss.

"Ah, mhm," Milky groaned out. But by then, he would have been lying to himself if he thought he wasn't more interested in Desmond's knot. Horse cock was fine and well but a hot, ready knot was something no self-respecting fox could say no to. More firmly he ground downward, really working his asshole against that plump, pink bulk. Under his jerking paw, his own shaft twitched and ached. He groped his own knot and the spurts of pre from its tip were making for a very persistent stain on the table. "God, that knot," Milky grunted, more to himself than to Desmond or the audience.

"You love my knot?" Desmond dirtily chuckled, grinding up against Milky while he squeezed the tod's hips and pulled him down.

Desmond's insistent grinds made Milky gasp. "I do," he cooed.

"Shit, it loves you too," Desmond cooed back.

Milky looked down at Desmond's legs and saw his toes curling. That had a few implications, but Milky could feel the flesh buried inside of him throbbing seemingly more than ever, its bulging base needing a warm place to be for the impending climax. More determined than ever to get that knot under his tail, Milky let go of his own shaft, ignoring its throbs and squirts. He leaned forward, braced his paws on the table and ground his hips downward as hard as he could. When Desmond took the hint and started to furiously grind upwards, Milky felt his asshole stretching more and more to yield to that knot. He groaned and panted, though that coolness never really left his features. It was as if everything up to that moment had been the fox's plan.

Under his breath, Milky whispered little nothings which nobody could hear over the din of the stallion audience whom called for the knot to be tied. Desmond himself was grunting and growling as he bucked up and pulled on the black and white fox's hips, desperate to get that plush ass flush to his crotch. "Fuck, c'mon, take the knot already," Desmond groaned.

Just then, Milky felt the foxcoon let loose. A hot orgasm jetted into his rear and though its warmth was lewd enough that the starry fox could have finished himself off, he needed the knot more than ever. As sticky cum escaped the imperfect seal he had around Desmond's meat, Milky shoved himself down again and again with ferocity to make up for Desmond's passive behavior in his climax. His cool expression broke for but a second when that knot finally, wickedly popped past the threshold of his pucker. That stretch made him hiss through his teeth and clench his eyes shut but the pleasure as it slipped into him and he felt its bulk against his prostate was such that he arched his back and clenched like a vise.

From there the starry fox had an easy orgasm ahead of him. He leaned back over Desmond, bracing a paw on the foxcoon's chest while the other closed fast around his cock. He jerked hurriedly for mere seconds while he rhythmically clenched around that knot though it was the involuntary writhing of his anal walls which brought him the most pleasure. Milky was all too aware of what a knot whore he was, but when his orgasm struck and he shot his seed well off the table and onto the dusty planks of the floor, he didn't regret his sluttiness even one bit.

Soon Milky's expression mellowed, his ears coming up from their pinned-back splay, his eyes opening up to show those twinkling pink pupils. All around them, the stallion audience was rapt as its members stared and masturbated. Milky modestly chuckled, "Ah, that was nice."

Desmond pulled Milky down and the starry fox fell against him for a post-knot cuddle. The foxcoon's paws loafed through the fluff on Milky's chest and the well-stretched fox purred a sweet little noise. It wasn't love, not between two slutty gay foxes whom had only copious and imminent stallion cock in common, but merely a well-earned embrace after such an energetic fucking.

"You were good," Milky cooed, "nice touch putting my tail around your neck."

The foxcoon sneered. "I couldn't resist. I like to think you would've done the same."

Milky started to laugh and answer, but his sentiments would never be known. One of the stallions piped up and asked, "So, wait, which one of 'em won?"

The young buck neared the table and looked over the foxes whom stared at him with coy little smiles. "I don't know. ...Let's just fuck both of 'em."