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Brandon breathed out as the last of his load dumped into the tight ass of the lion beneath him. Donny snarled ferally, his blond mane and golden pelt drenched in sweat, and suddenly in his milky white cum as his thick lion meat erupted.

He equine stamped his hoof once or twice as he came down from his high, shaking his mane heavily. His thick equine cock lodged firmly in a very pert, and now, stretched out lion rump, his cum leaving rivers of white against the blond fur as it drained down the lion's ass, and balls, pooling against the two flexing cheeks.

"Fucking yes..." Donny sighed in satisfaction baring his teeth, panting heavily. The two had decided to make their little flings a regular thing. They had hung out a lot of times outside of the bedroom, and both felt attached to each other, but both were young, and needing some physical release. That didn't dampen the lust the two felt for each other, nor the budding love.

The two panted together, The lion ass clenched in post orgasmic spasms against Brandon's very thick cock as the cum continued to run down the lion's taint and thighs, the thick cock straining the lion's ass to the absolute limit, the fluids squelching at any slight movement.. "Here, lie down on me." Donny reached up clutching the now muscular equine shoulders. Brandon lowered himself onto the tawny feline. He'd been hitting the gym pretty hard over the last year, and he was getting to be a pretty muscular stud. He wasn't tall, but he was filling out. Even his food bill could attest to his physical success.

He could smell nothing but feline, lion, male, beneath him. He sighed as the taught arms closed about his long neck and broad shoulders, as he sighed into Donny's chest. The lion began to purr with appreciation as normal, the rough feline tongue absently licking his forehead and mane in a sign of affection.

Brandon sighed. "Donny?" He whispered almost afraid. The lion paused his licking significantly. "What is it like to bottom?" Brandon asked in a small voice. Donny almost spluttered. His studly strong hung stud had just asked what it was like to bottom. He swallowed once and thought carefully before he answered.

Easy Donny, Brandon just asked a very personal question...be honest and don't freak the fuck out!

Donny swallowed once more. "It's different. I've only topped twice, it's not for me, but it's very intense. Why?"

Silence met his ears for several long moments as the two breathed together. Donny began stroking Brandon's mane as the equine thought of a response. Donny thought back to Ben's prophetic words. "He only knows so much. He has very little experience other than with me. You two...well, you'll do well. Just be open and honest with each other, and help each other out as much as you can!"

"Um, I was wondering what it would be like....for me....to...."

Donny raised his eyebrows in shock. The big stud wanted to bottom? The lion couldn't stop himself for a million dollars. "Why?" He asked. At least he kept the tone neutral.

"Well, you like it, and others like it, so why shouldn't I?" Brandon sighed nuzzling the lion's shoulder. Donny had to give him that. Bottoming was either an innate thing, or an "acquired taste." He didn't know which category the equine fell into, but he knew at this point that Brandon had given him a key to himself. Not THE key, but A key, and it was a very precious one. Introduce the poor inexperienced pony to anal sex, and be there for him.

The lion thought hard, running his hand through his sweat drenched mane. "Well, it does feel good. I can't deny that, but for some people, it can be too much. If you really, and I mean really want it, it can be intensely great. If you don't, well, you can learn to like it, but it may take a lot of time." Donny traced a line following Brandon's lats along his sides tracing the ridge of the muscle, marveling in how the dun fur parted before his claw.

Brandon shivered at the predatory touch. "I think I might like it...." He whispered softly. Donny smiled to himself. Another bottom is born. Or at least a vers. And if he was hot as a top, I can only imagine what he's like as a bottom, still, I think we need someone else for this....

Donny smiled to himself

"I have an idea..."

**

Greg paced. He's gotten the message from his ex Donny. Someone he knew wanted help with bottoming. Someone who hadn't before, and needed someone gentle, and passionate. Greg was passionate in an extreme. He was also very gentle, and very compassionate. The picture his ex had sent, well, a young roan horse, 22, plain markings, average height, nicely muscled body, and a cock Priapus would have envied, he could not say no.

Greg fluffed the pillows on the couch, arranged one of the scented candles a second time, and made certain the bottle of wine was chilled in the fridge, when a strong knock came from the front door of the apartment. He had to hide his lupine smile. The gray and white wolf, the white on his chest and tummy contrasting nicely with his otherwise gray drab markings, strode to the front door confidently, adjusting his polo shirt, and jeans. A quick huff into his paw confirmed the mint of his mouth wash was counteracting the huge steak he had finished off earlier. His paw reached forward and he opened the door.

His ex stood there. The golden shorter lion smiled up at him with his usual smirk. The power bottom ex of his had gone off after several years to "find himself." Greg didn't blame him, and wished him luck. His offer of of "if there is any type of help, and I mean anything, you call me" was being called to bare here. Donny needed help breaking a horse.

Greg smiled a little wistfully at Donny, the two had run their course as lovers and were now good friends, and sometimes, well, until a year ago, fuck buddies. Donny reached out and pulled him into a deep hug, purring deeply. "Hey chicken stealer, how are you!?" The lion patted him hugely on the back. Greg chuckled. "Not bad, lazy kitty. Still laying under sunbeams are we?"

Donny slugged his shoulder good naturally and gave him a huge wink. "Only if it's to catch someone's eye. Speaking of, Greg, this is Brandon. Brandon, this is Greg."

The equine stood there frozen. He was very unsure of the wisdom of this moment. The tall, muscular, and handsome wolf smiled up at him. He swallowed once, and felt his ears flatten. Dammit! "Um Hi." He heard himself say. Suddenly he felt his ear gripped in powerful claws as Donny pulled his head down. "Fuck you Brandon, I said be confident, channel the stud you are inside!"

Brandon nodded and straightened. "Hi Greg, I'm Brandon." The equine shoved his paw forward and clasped Greg's paw. The wolf smiled into the equine face. Such passion. Such modesty. He would be a pleasure to break.

He nodded politely keeping his thoughts to himself. He gestured to the couch where his ex, and his new....boyfriend? Sat.

He poured three glasses of Moscato, and sat down on a chair adjacent to the couch gesturing to the other glasses. He raised his eyes a little as Brandon grasped his and downed it quickly. Greg refilled the glass as Donny shot him a quick frown.

"So, Brandon, you want to bottom?" Greg asked, a lilting tone to his voice. No beating around this bush. It was obvious the horse knew what he was here for, and regardless of what his ex felt, Greg knew a lustful guy when he saw it. Brandon wanted it bad, but couldn't voice it.

Brandon finished draining the second glass and handed it over for a refill "Yes."

Donny choked on his wine. His ears were perked. He had no idea Brandon had wanted this THAT bad. He regretted he wasn't more of a top. That cute equine ass, those muscular brown cheeks flexing against his cock. He smiled to himself as he got hard.

Greg handed back a freshly refilled third glass. Brandon took it and downed it, trying to take the edge off of his nerves. He knew there was no way that he would be able to bottom while sober, but he didn't want to be too drunk. Just one more glass would do it.

"Well...."Greg chuckled. You came to the right place. I think Donny and I can take care of you." The wine glass was topped off and handed back to the eager pony who downed the the sweet liquid quickly. The equine didn't take into account anything. The soothing atmosphere, the wine, nor the scented candles. There was only one reason for him to be here, and he was scared.

Greg chuckled. This was a challenge. He knew he wanted more than just one taste of the hung equine stud before him, but he also knew his Ex had his claws firmly implanted into that nice roan coat. He didn't begrudge his ex at all, in fact, getting his ex more firmly entrenched with the equine might free him of some guilt, and some lingering infatuation from his ex. He smiled lewdly as he stood up.

The grey wolf stretched hugely, his polo shirt lifting slightly, revealing his cream colored tummy and naval. The wolf eyed the equine as he did this, noting the horse eye his tummy and snort a little. Bingo_the wolf thought to himself. He had a potential prodigy. He also noticed how the lion squirmed at this, and shifted his haunches._Hrm, and a little jealous. This is a good three-for one. I get to fuck the pony, and get my ex's claws firmly into someone else, AND he gets to find his inner top.

Greg chuckled at the reaction and pulled his polo shirt off exposing his body. He was no slouch in the gym, though he was no muscle God. He had a nice body and his coloring was nice. Dark gray fur everywhere, but his chest and tummy were a nice yellow cream. It highlighted his assets. His sheath was heavy with his cock, and his balls hung low. He'd been a pure top forever, and he knew every trick in the book..

Brandon stared open eyed at the sexy wolf in front of him. His tongue grew moist from saliva as he thought about suckling every thing he saw. He felt a little guilty for feeling this way in front of Donny, then he reminded himself as to how they met. In front of his fuck buddy, Donny as his first bottom, the two sexing it up heavily.

Donny stared approvingly. He'd been with Greg for a while before they broke it off, but the wolf had become more sexy, more dominant, and more muscular since he'd been with him. The sight stirred him. He glanced over at Brandon and stared. The pony was tense. His fight or flight instincts were strong. His neck arched in a proud mating display while he panted his interest. Donny did not miss the fact that Brandon's eyes were soaking up the lupine sight in front of him like a starving man.

Greg smiled and stepped forward, his navel at the equines chest. "Hrm....see something you like?" The wolf smiled to himself sure of his catch. He wasn't ready. The horse pulled him close and bit him on the side passionately, moaning deeply with a deep nicker. Greg yelped, but held fast as the equine nibbled on his side. A quick glance showed him Donny was laughing and trying to cover his laughter with his paw.

For a moment, Greg had no recourse but to let Brandon chew on his side. He thought he was ok for a minute after the passion died, only to feel his pants ripped by thick horse muscles from his waist. Those pants had cost a good bit of money. Armani was not cheap. Once free though, the equine gripped and ripped his expensive 2xist underwear briefs off. This was getting dangerous.

He found his own cock filling with blood as the equine lusted after him. No one had really thought Brandon what to do when his instincts as a bottom had kicked in. His top instincts were good, this? Donny gulped. He'd have to step in quickly before Brandon impaled himself painfully on wolf cock and regretted the decision for the rest of his life.

"Brandon!" He shouted, pulling the equine off, biting the thick ear. Brandon stopped for a second, a wild look in his eyes as it rolled. Suddenly he stopped and stared at both Donny and Greg....

"Um....sorry" he finished lamely. His ears were flat. Every bit of body posture expressed submission. Greg caught his breath and laughed.

"It's ok Brandon. It was only my pants AND my underwear. Both expensive, but you're worth it." Greg quipped trying to break the tension. In reality his heart was racing as his fear faded. The huge equine could crush him and Donny, and not even break a sweat. He gave his ex a grateful look and stepped up to Brandon.

"Well, with that part out of the way, and since I'm totally naked, why don't we take this into the bedroom, and try something a little less....destructive yes?" Greg cocked his head to the side, giving both Brandon and Donny a look. Both nodded. Brandon submissively, and Donny with a huge smile on his face. He'd get the lion back before the night was done.

Brandon clopped into the bedroom, noticing the scented candles, and the soft smell of apples on his nose. It always reminded him of being a foal, being fed peeled apples when he was sick. He shook his head from such thoughts back to the present. He reached down to undo his shirt...two furry paws landed on his as Greg stood behind him.

"My turn?"

the wold smiled, and bent forward from behind the pony. He could just reach the thick muscular equine neck, and he bit down a bit. Brandon's legs buckled a little at the sensation and he nickered deeply. Donny was suddenly in front of Brandon, kissing him deeply. The lion and horse shared a very deep and passionate kiss. Greg suppressed a feeling of jealousy for both of them, and nodded to himself. This was an excellent way to get rid of the pesky feline.

As the feline and equine made out, Greg got to work. Standing behind the taller horse, he stripped Brandon of his shirt, and undid his pants sliding them down. He marveled for a moment at the thick package contained by the thin brief fabric. He found his hands running over it, causing the equine to lift one hoof lightly and to moan deeply. Greg ground his thick sheath between the pert equine ass and smiled as the tail raised for him. Ah, the sign of a true bottom, well, at least verse! He gripped the tail and tugged on it, eliciting another nicker of pleasure and moan from Brandon.

Donny smiled. His ex was working his lover over, and he knew that this would be a session for the books. When Brandon had confessed his need to bottom, Donny had been hesitant, but now? He was assured that at least Brandon would get a good experience unlike his first time. In the end, Brandon would be better for it, no matter what happened.

The lupine smiled deeply as he rubbed the equine phallus. It snaked down beyond the briefs against the furred roan thigh, the pre matting the fur against the muscular thigh. Greg moaned. His own cock had slipped his sheath, and already he could feel his own knot start to form. He hated that he could get so worked up so easily, but it was clear he would not be tying anyone tonight. That was a good thing in reality. He found himself emotionally drawn to anyone he tied with, and he didn't need Brandon, or his Ex (especially) Donny getting pulled into his life...again.

Soon Greg's own briefs hit the floor, and his thick canine cock met the air, his obscene knot already formed. He whimpered as Brandon reached out and gripped his cock firmly giving it a few quick strokes..."Oh fuck yes" the horse whispered. Greg caught Donny's knowing smile.

Suddenly Greg was inspired and he knew how tonight was supposed to go. He quickly dropped to his knees, his muzzle firmly against the horses ass. He took a deep breath taking in the scent or horny horse, equine sweat, and a male in rut, a deep musk scented with fresh turned earth. Instead of licking his chops, he dove forward with his tongue, letting Brandon know where his hunger lay. Brandon squealed in surprise at the feeling, but quickly pushed back as pleasure filled his loins and ass. He needed this sensation and so many more than what he could articulate. He knew he needed cock now. This one time. He needed, no, craved to be bred. He needed seed in his hole, deep and warm inside him. He wanted it so desperately...

The wolf munched on the horse hole rapidly tasting every bit of pheromones the equine could produce, the sweet smell of strong horse sweat, and the musky earthy smell of the equines loins. He whined a litle needing to bury himself to the hilt in the inviting ass. He had other goals in mind though. He greedily ate the horse as much as he could, roughly shoving his thick lupine tongue into the taught muscular rump tasting every scent, sweet earth, and tangy male..

Greg pulled away panting. "Right." He made it a statement. He stood behind Brandon, the equine tail raised in blatant invite, but knowing he had something else he needed to do. A quick glance told him everything he needed to know. Donny was hard as a rock, and leaking. In all the years Greg had known Donny, he'd known that Donny was a pure bottom, but inside was a secret top afraid to be let out. He thought that if anyone saw him as a top, he'd never face being a bottom again. Greg knew through Ben just what Donny and Brandon had been up to. This was a perfect opportunity.

"Donny, come here" Greg demanded as he slicked his own cock up. The lion glared at him, but rose, and walked over cautiously, his tail swishing side to side. Greg noticed the feline member was fully hard and leaking a copious amount of pre onto his floor. He could clean that up later. With a towel. Hide it under his pillow and sniff it at his pleasure.

The wolf shook his head to clear it of his thoughts.

As Donny approached, Greg grasped the now naked lion by his hips, and gave him one quick deep kiss. "Your turn" the wolf smiled grabbing the feline cock, and lining it up to Brandon's ass. The tip brushed the equine hole softly, both of them moaned. "I can't" Donny whined. Greg didn't wait. He'd been a top for years. Quickly he took the lube bottle he'd put into his hands, coated one paw with the thick mixture, and slathered his ex's cock.

"Yes you can, he needs you, so fuck him."

With that Greg grabbed the feline cock again, barbs and all and shoved it roughly into the horse. Brandon snorted at the intense feeling of pain, but sighed as it faded. The feline was buried half way into his equine lover. The cat snarled. Something snapped inside of him. He gripped Brandon's wide hips roughly scraping into flesh with his claws, only barely managing to not draw blood.

"AAAAHhhhh!" Brandon moaned at the assault. "Hrm....tight....so tight..." Donny breathed. Greg smiled to himself walking around to face Brandon. The equine had sweat pouring down his forehead. The lupine reached forward and wiped some foam off gently. He gripped the equine cheeks, hot with a flush, and whispered into one twitching ear..."he'll do fine....so will you handsome"

Brandon nickered once breathing hugely though his mouth and nose. Suddenly Donny thrust forward a few inches snarling fiercely. "Fuck! So hot too. So fucking hot!" The equine shuddered at the passion feeling his defenses melt. His mind rolled at the sensations coming from his body, deep desire, fresh lust, and a slight worry that this was going to hurt too much. The lust overrode the last, and he realized he felt so warm in his ass. He felt so full inside. He wanted to touch his throbbing cock, but didn't dare to. If he did, his ride would be over.

Greg chuckled. The equine was pouring pre out of his cock, and a little cum as well as the clear liquid took on a more pungent aroma and white tinge. He let some fall onto his finger and he tasted it. Musky sweet, and a light earth flavor. It was divine. He got another finger full and fed it to the stallion, slipping his clawed finger into the thick equine lips. The horse suckled on the finger heavily panting through his nose, his eyes closed with pleasure.

Suddenly Brandon shuddered as the lion lover behind him shoved forward burying himself deep in the muscular equine ass. Brandon groaned hugely, a light nicker at the end. He was filled, and he felt full, and he felt fantastic. Donny's feline cock stimulated him, and he could feel each bit of pre the cat emptied into him. He shuddered involuntarily with pure minimalistic lust. The feline's eyes were slightly gazed, and he had trouble focusing on anything but the supreme heat and friction on his cock. He tossed his mane and snarled again. "Fucking make you my bitch!" He had no idea where that had come from, but it felt right.

Brandon shuddered at the the words and at the tingly feeling as his ass was assaulted, and his final defenses gave up. He took in huge sweet breaths of air, and sighed again. He felt full, and tingly all at the same time. His huge balls felt too full and he wanted them drained. He pushed back roughly against Donny, feeling the cat push back a little. He suddered as the thick lion cock hit something, he guessed his prostate. He saw stars for a second. He could feel the sweet hint of barbs as Donny pulled back a little. A huge equine whinny escaped his lips at the feeling. Pleasure filled him.

Greg chuckled to himself, sitting on the edge of the bed as the two began to fuck each other while standing. The sight was glorious. The tall muscular equine, his thick black and pink mottled cock swung heavily between the horses thighs, a long line of pre sank below him, like a spider's web caught on the end of his cock, large drops of the fluid sliding down the line. The huge testicles swung lazily as the feline began to hump Brandon.

Donny's leonine muzzle was in a feral snarl, his eyes on fire as he mounted his his equine mate for the first time. Something had let loose in the cat, and Greg shuddered at the thought. He'd unleashed something inside of Donny neither knew existed. The power bottom also had a power top inside.

The feline's taught muscles contracted as he began to really fuck Brandon. Slow long thrusts in and out. His barbs scraped the tender virgin (until now) equine hole. Brandon shuddered at each pull, and shrieked at each thrust. Quickly Greg ran around trying to shut windows to muffle the sound. He even pulled blinds closed. As the pace quickened he knew it was a loosing battle and just returned to watch the two. By the time he returned, Brandon had assumed a position, his hands on the bed frame, his haunches raised, his tail flagged proudly as he was bred by his feline lover. Obscenities flowed from the feline lips. "Fuck! Such a tight little pussy you are! Yesssss....oh yess.....milk that barbed cock my little whore....."

Greg chuckled for only a minute as his ears caught a second voice. "Fuck you, you call yourself a top!? I could fuck four mares AND make them all cum in the time it would take you to get....unf.....me off....come on pussy....more....what? Do you think I'm made of spun fucking glass? OW! Put you fucking BACK ....fuck...into....it......much better....yessssss...fffffooooh fuck yes...."

It was only with a slight bit of wonder that Greg realized he had strayed too close to the couple

as he watched. He felt thick equine hands grab him and roughly pulled him by the waist, his thick cock and knot plunged into the thick equine lips onto his cock. The horse took his full thick length and knot, into his drooling muzzle.

"Ah!" Was all he got out as his slick dripping cock was pulled in tight. The horse clamped down with his lips, undulating his tongue roughly, milking him greedily. The equine's breath came raggedly out his nostrils and lips against the wolf's crotch while his ass was assaulted by Donny. Greg glared down on Brandon, and on focused on the feelings around his cock. Suddenly he felt a huge cock in his hands as he gently stroked the equine member. He must have reached for it as Brandon sucked on him. He leaned forward to get it into his hands as the horse sucked on him.

Soon all three were in a rhythm, and it was anyone's bet as to who would finish first. All three panted, moaned, cursed, and lunged passionately as the rut took them. The first to the finish line was Greg. The horse muzzle around his cock and knot was too much, especially as Brandon realized he could gently nibble on the knot with his teeth. With a mighty howl, Greg crossed the finish ahead of the other two. Brandon guzzled town the huge load of wolf seed into his maw appreciatively licking his lips and slicking runnels of cum off of his chin with a finger, sliding it back into his mouth. Greg just stared wide eyed.

Donny furiously fucked Brandon. He slid in and out of his horse lover with long thrusts, pounding himself deeply into the brown furred muscular rump. Suddenly he felt his own balls draw up as Brandon's swung heavily back into his. With a few quick hard deep thrusts, he began to cum. Coming in third, only a thrust behind, Brandon himself began to cum as his lover did. His huge balls drew up taught against his taint, the thick smell of equine, and feline mixed with the smell of lupine in the room making for a new interesting mix, earth, tang, and wood. Donny unloaded with a feral growl into Brandon. Brandon shot his huge load out over the bed he was braced against. He came hugely, each shot, one giant rope of cum. Over a pint of his cum coated the bed, his legs, and the floor by the time they both wound down. Suddenly Brandon sagged forward collapsing awkwardly across the cum soaked sheets. Donny followed, slightly trapped by his barbed cock.

Greg began clapping, his hands high above his head, and he whooped once. Donny scowled at the lupine who only grinned. "And to think you needed My help!?" He grinned scooping some equine cum off of the bed, taking a taste. "I think you did just fine darlings!" He enthused. Brandon flushed with pride, his tail flagged and a grin on his equine lips.