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Enjoying the Party

for Shaggy

by Draconicon

"Hey, watch it!"

Alex barely ducked out of the way of a rowdy bull throwing the frat beer keg around, and even then he almost lost his balance around the carousing college students. The fox caught his balance, but even so, he blushed at the near accident.

He left the room with the laughter of the other, bigger students chasing him, going down the hall and leaning against it. The fox rubbed the back of his head, glancing over his shoulder for a moment before sighing.

"Why do I even come here anymore?"

"Heh, because I keep inviting you, sexy."

He turned around, finding himself face to chest with his only real friend in the entire frat house. Alex slowly looked upwards, his eyes eventually meeting the green pair belonging to his horse friend, Flip. It was quite a glance up, considering how much taller the horse was than him - he was barely 4'8", while Flip was 6'3" - and it wasn't one that he was in the mood for right at that point.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"Probably a few hundred, by this point. Mostly in high school, I think."

"Make it a few hundred and one, then."

Alex started to walk around the bigger horse, but stopped as Flip grabbed his arm. Groaning, he stood there as the big, spotted horse pulled him back.

"Come on, Flip, not now."

"What's the matter, hon?"

"Don't call me that. I'm not your hon, not your dear, not anything."

"Fine. What's the matter, then?"

"I don't want to be here."

"Then why -"

"Because you begged me to come. I don't know why that matters now, considering that you're still doing this, but I don't want to be here anymore. Goodbye."

Alex shoved past the bigger stallion this time, ducking under his arm and walking down the hall. His friend's protests barely reached him with all the background noise. Probably for the better; he'd been lured back in before, and it had never gone well. Flip just never knew when to quit.

He made it out the door and was halfway down the steps of the frat house, already looking for a taxi, when Flip reached him again. The fox was so tempted to belt him at this point, but instead gritted his teeth, turning around and looking up at the horse.

"Look, I'm going home. Just leave me -"

"Can't I at least tell you why I asked you to come?"

"Why? Why? The same reason you always ask me." Alex had just about had it, and turned, poking the stallion in the chest. "To hit on me, to try and get me into bed with you, and to show off in front of your friends. How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want you. I don't want that cock of yours that does all your thinking. Now leave me alone!"

"But Alex -"

"Taxi! Taxi!"

He was on the run down the steps as Flip reached into his pocket for something. He didn't want to think about what the horse was going to try and sweeten the deal with this time. All he wanted was to get home.

He had his hand on the car door when his 'friend' grabbed at him again. Alex spun, fully intent on hitting him.

"I wanted to give you this."

The fox froze in his tracks. In the horse's hand was a small pin, nothing grand, nothing extravagant. Just a little golden pin, with three little letters on it. Three little letters that matched those that stood on the building behind them.

Alex stared at it. While he hated the people in it, the frat house in general had a massive reputation for people that worked hard and had a good chance in life. He'd wanted to be in it so that he could at least say that he'd worked hard enough to earn it. Ever since Flip got in, he'd been working twice as hard, with no luck. And now...

"You..."

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You got me...in?"

"Yeah. So...what do you say? Stay a little longer? Show it off?"

"I..."

He grasped the pin, holding it up for a moment before slowly pulling it towards his chest.

"I guess I can stay a little longer..."

Alex flipped the needle on the back open, and slid it through his shirt. As he clicked it shut and let it rest against him, he felt a moment of pride. He felt...he felt like he had made it, that life was getting good.

Suddenly, his head started hurting. He groaned, slumping forward against Flip's chest, and the horse's strong arms wrapped around him, pulling on him, bringing him closer.

"You okay, hon?"

Not...hon...

Shaking his head, Alex nodded, slowly pulling himself upright, but not quite off of the stallion's body. It felt...kind of nice to lean against Flip's arm. It was strong, and surprisingly warm. Pretty good, really.

"Let's...let's go back inside. I think I need to sit down."

"Heh, or lay down. With me, if you know what I mean."

His head throbbed at the thought, but it wasn't the only thing that throbbed. Holding his hand against his head, the fox groaned as he took a few faltering steps towards the front door.

"Let's just...just get inside."

"Heh, fine, sexy."

Not...well...maybe a little.

He blushed as he had the thought. It wasn't something he'd ever thought of before, but then again, he'd never had a dream come true before. Maybe he could enjoy having a few nicer thoughts about himself as well as his future. There'd be time to be all negative and upset again tomorrow.

Flip led him back into the frat house, and soon, his headache started to subside. It was strange, though; the noise in the house was quieter, almost like he was more used to it than before, but the feeling of being crowded, of being off balance, was worse than ever. Just walking down the hall left him swaying back and forth, and if it hadn't been for Flip holding his arm, he swore that he would have fallen at least once.

At least they made it to the couch in the den alright enough, though he flopped down harder than half the drunks he saw making their way through the room. The fox's head swam as he looked around the room, barely able to keep looking in one direction before his head rolled over to a different one.

He jumped as he realized that Flip's hand was almost all the way up his side, nearly at his hip.

Must be more out of it than I thought. The fox groaned as he started to reach down for the horse's hand, but Flip grabbed it with his other hand before he could do anything.

"Ah, don't worry about it, Alex. It's fine. Not like anyone's watching."

"But I'm not..."

"Don't worry. You don't have to be anything to be mine."

"To be...Huh? What?"

Flip leaned in, and this time, Alex couldn't move away. The horse's lips pressed against his, the wider equine muzzle pressed against his narrower vulpine one. They kissed, and Alex felt himself swept away by the stallion's need. His mouth opened of its own accord, and Flip's tongue pushed in, pressing against his and claiming him.

What...why...why am I...

Why do I like this?

Alex's legs spread further and further as the horse kept kissing him, his mind driven back as if the horse's tongue was forcing it away as the kiss got stronger. The fox panted, his breath coming faster and faster, and his pants getting tighter and tighter.

And then the kiss stopped. Alex stared straight ahead, his mouth wide open as he gasped for breath. Flip stood over him, his big hand pressing right against the fox's bulge as he leaned forward.

"You're mine, Alex. You always were, and always will be."

"Yours..."

"Yes..."

The horse yanked at Alex's pants, and his strength was such that the fox's clothes were pulled away. One yank brought his pants and underwear to his knees, and another brought them to his ankles. Flip pulled his legs above his head, and Alex gasped as his hole was rubbed by the stallion's thick finger.

"Yes...mine."

"Yes...yours."

Two words that he'd never thought he'd say, ever since the first time that Flip had hit on him in high school gym class. Years later, in college, in front of dozens of horny frat boys, wearing the pin that his horse had given him, something had happened to change his mind. And despite his shyness, he couldn't wait to give himself up.

Flip didn't make him wait, either. Even as the fox's head continued to swim, trying to figure out how this had happened, Flip's pants came down. The horse had a healthy endowment, Alex had always known that, but seeing it again after so long brought back all the memories of walking in on him in the locker room. That big, thick length of horse meat, all fifteen inches of it, throbbing and trembling, leaking and on the edge of climax...

It wasn't on the edge of climax now, and it wasn't leaking. But it was hard.

"You're mine, Alex...and now I'll claim you forever."

"Yes...forever."

It was like he couldn't stop himself from repeating, believing what the horse had to say. And as that thick, wide tip lowered towards his hole, the fox doubted he'd ever disagree with the horse again.

After all, he belonged to Flip now. And the horse would use him right, he thought as that thick cock slipped into him.

"Oooooooooh..."

The End