Physics (Not really a story - Just fun stupidness!)
This is just some silly, stupid shit I wrote entirely for the purpose of entertaining myself because I was bored and had nothing else to do. I s'pose I could have gone and fapped or someshit, but whatever. I didn't. NOTE: It's not jack-worthy. It's just silly.
The big naked horse was sitting cross-legged, his half-hard cock laying limply across his right thigh. "Let's talk physics."
"Physics?" the fox replied, confusion plastered across his face. "Why the fuck you want to talk about physics, dude? I'm here for gay sex, not fuckin' physics!" The fox glanced at the horse's dick. "Judging by that thing, kinda looks like you are too."
"I'm not gay," the horse replied. Even though he was only semi-hard, slick, clear precum trickled from the equine's cockslit. "Anyways, just bear with me for like two seconds, 'kay? I'm gonna blow your mind."
The fox rolled his eyes as he tossed his paws into the air. "I was really kinda hopin' you'd blow something else, honestly." His white fuzzy sheath had filled out, his foxhood standing at attention, like a red rocket ready for take-off. Horsedick had that effect on him.
"I'm not gay," the horse reiterated. However, his cock thought otherwise. It twitched, head flaring as it started to slowly creep upwards, dragging itself across his belly and chest until it stood at full-mast, pulsing and ready and leaking.
"Bullshit!" the fox replied, pointing a clawed finger at the equine's dick. "There's the proof."
"All that proves is that shit changes," the horse said sagely. "In some other universe, I am gay. In this universe I am not gay. Consider this, how many infinities can you fit into infinity?"
The fox padded straight up to the horse and started poking his pointy cock repeatedly against the horse's thick lips. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Already. No one cares! We care about cock sucking, not 'How many infinities can we fit into an infinity derp derp...' Jesus fucking Christ."
The horse waited for the fox to end his ministrations with his penis. Then he started his lecture, all the while pawing his heavy, throbbing member with his thick, hooved fingers. "Rhetorical question. The answer is...infinity. And within an infinite number of possibilities, anything and everything that can exist, does exist--
"Like my dick in your mouth?" the fox asked.
The horse ignored him, continuing. "Every possible permutation of a given variable of every possible existence, otherwise known as outcome--
"Out-come. Ironic," the fox whined. He started stroking his shaft, shuddering at the sensation of his leathery paws tickling against his swollen, red flesh. "In order to get out cum from my balls, you need to suck my dick." He considered, "That little play on words didn't work... Anyhow, I'ma have to paw, aren't I? You're gonna make me paw." A tug at his knot elicited a squirt of pre. It hit the horse in the left ear.
"--is not only possible, but in fact a reality."
"Umm. Okay?"
"What this means for you: Somewhere, in some other universe, in some other reality that you cannot touch or feel or otherwise perceive, you are not a fox with a boner squirting me in the ear with pre-cum. Nope. Instead, you are a big, hairless ape reading about yourself on a computer monitor in a universe where anthropomorphic foxes with boners do not exist. Conversely, you are simultaneously a big, hairless ape writing this entire conversation as a shitty story on a laptop." After the horse finished speaking, he ran his finger across his ear, slicking it with the fox's juices. He popped it into his mouth, sucking the hooved tip. "Mmmm. Tasty." His cock hitched, leaking copiously.
"Not gay, my fucking ass," the fox grumbled. Turning away from the horsedick twitching inches from his body, the fox yelled out "Hey! Big hairless ape me in another universe! If you really are there, do me one, simple favor. Stick my dick in this horse's mouth. Please??"
The horse furrowed his brow and quirked his muzzle. "Appealing to the big, theoretical, hairless ape isn't going to help you when--
The horse started sucking the fox's cock, his big fleshy equine nose driving deep into downy, vulpine crotch-fur. He inhaled. The smell of fox was intoxicating. The taste of salty-sweet preseed washed across his tongue, driving him to suck harder, faster. His fingers drifted to the fox's small, white balls. He cupped them, fondling for a moment before rolling them across his palm. With his lips, he nibbled at the vulpine's engorged knot, threatening to...
"Thanks!" the fox yelled, grinning, as he shot a big thumbs-up into the air.