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Out of place... That was the right way to put it. No matter how hard Cole tried to ignore it, or push it aside, he couldn't help but feel completely, hopelessly out of place here. Like a piece to the wrong puzzle, or a chapter to a completely different book. He just didn't belong. And it wasn't hard to notice.

While everyone else was out dancing and screaming the night away, and grinding up against each other in the living room or pairing up in guest rooms for a half-sober night of fun, Cole was hiding away in the kitchen. As far away from all the roaring noise as he could get, and wishing more than anything that he had thought to bring a nice book along, or, at least something to pass the time with. Out of place was one thing, but being bored was almost worse.

It didn't help that the whole house reeked either. Almost musty, and heavy with the awful stench of a hundred strangers' sweat, mixed with too much alcohol. The sort of thick smell that made Cole's nose twitch. Music was booming, and blaring loudly enough to leave the speakers in the main room shaking with over exertion, and Cole's whole chest churning in time with every hum of the bass. Flooding through the air like water from a broken dam, and leaving Cole with the worst aching in the back of his head. Even the table he was leaning on was sticky with spilt booze, which Cole learned rather quickly when he tried to rest his arms atop it. Both of his poor jacket sleeves sticking to the fine wood like syrup, with thin, strong strings clinging to them stubbornly before finally breaking off with effort. And guaranteeing that the cloth would never be clean again. Not that anyone was around to see it. Thankfully. No one seemed to be interested in wandering off into the kitchen, so Cole was completely free to thoughtlessly pick at his drink in peace. Eyes half glazed over as he stared at the bottle. Thumb slipping under the paper label with ease, and index finger quickly moving in to help as he tore a small strip away. And then another soon after.

It's not like the poor horse ever wanted to go out partying like this. A few hours ago the guy was happily curled up by the fire. Homework done and off to the side, and fuzzy fingers fumbling with paper pages as he flipped through the latest book he was into. Completely immersed. It was his friends that had dragged him along. A bunch of quieter students like him, they kept insisting that they needed him there to keep them company, so they wouldn't feel awkward and misplaced around everyone else. But of course, after the first few drinks all their shyness stripped away like old paint, and now they were all out partying in the living room while their tag-along sat alone in the kitchen.

Cole couldn't hold it against them though - even if he wanted to. They deserved to let loose every once and a while, it just sucked that they decided to drag him along. The thin, meek mouse of a stallion that didn't drink and didn't party. And was built like the polar opposite of all the other strapping equines that wandered the school. He was a pretty friendly, calm looking guy compared to all those buff studs. From the top of his long-muzzled face - with soft brown eyes that glowed with warmth, fair cheeks, and snow-white splotches all over his snout and neck - all the way down to his hoofed feet below. Which were barefoot right now. No sense wearing shoes if your feet destroy them in a few weeks after all. His light brown fur was short and hugged around his thin frame tightly, and his fingers were all long and elegant, compared to the thick stubs of most horses. All the better for turning pages.

"Hey. Sorry - I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Cole's eyelids both fluttered cutely - blinking a few dazed times before sinking back down to reality. He must have drifted off. His poor paper label was completely shredded and scattered around in front of him now, with his drink sitting naked and still full in the middle of it all. Surrounded by little scraps of his hand-torn casualties as if a tiny tornado had just been through. It took a few more confused blinks before Cole noticed the girl standing not too far from him. A cat of some sort, all dressed up in a simple pair of bright blue skinny jeans, and a plain white t-shirt that just barely ran down past her bellybutton. Showing off some of the soft fur along her stomach in a thin strip. A pretty shade of faded orange with light black accents scattered through it. She was smiling at him - half friendly and half nervous - and her pretty white teeth were showing just barely beneath her lips. Her long furry tail swishing gently behind her, and brushing softly against the floor below as she spoke up again.

"I just needed to get away from all the noise, you know? Do you mind if I stay a bit?"

She definitely seemed friendly enough. Her free hand was playing passively with a few misplaced strands of her short hair - twirling them gently around her middle finger in soft spirals - and her pretty ears were both twitching cutely from atop her head. Adjusting ever so slightly as her voice floated through the air. Sweet and playful and a lot more coordinated than most of the girls there could manage. Practically stone sober in its tone. It didn't sound like she'd been drinking much. Cole smiled, and spoke up.

"Huh? Yeah, don't worry about it. Honestly, it was getting a bit lonely here anyways."

Compared to hers, his voice seemed a lot more relaxed and quiet all of a sudden, but, she didn't seem to mind. Her vibrant green eyes both lighting up delightedly at the open invitation, and the faint corners of her lips curling into a friendly smile as she moved to plop herself down right next to the horse. Tail still sweeping gently along the beer-can and dirt cluttered floor, and her free hand still toying with her hair absentmindedly. Her other paw now resting gently on her lap as she tried and failed to get comfortable in the stiff wooden chair. Squirming softly. Beautiful eyes grazing over Cole's body, and drinking down every inch of the hazel horse as she tried to get some sort of feel for him. Starting down at his firm hoofs, and roaming up along his still-clothed and skinny legs, brushing over his slim chest, and wandering farther still until she met with his coffee-coloured eyes. Admiring how weirdly warm they felt. A soft, welcoming brown. Cole smiled back at her, and she realized she was staring.

"Yeah. So, uh, sorry again if I'm interrupting anything. I just wanted to chat with someone and I figured, 'Hey. Why not the other guy who's not having fun?' You know? I'm Taylor by the way."

Taylor put out one of her lithe hands with a nervous smile. Hips rolling, shifting in her seat slightly as she waited for a response from Cole, and tail swishing just a little bit faster as it swept between two slowly growing piles of dirt. It took him a second to realize she was expecting a hand shake.

"Oh - yeah, hey. I'm Cole. It's nice to met you."

He smiled reflexively. Taylor's hand wasn't really much smaller than his, but her fur was a lot more inviting. Soft, and definitely well kept, and a little longer than he was expecting. His fingers practically sinking into it. Cole was about to make a comment when he was cut off by a playful little giggle. Taylor's eyes weren't on him anymore. They were peeking at the big mess of shredded paper all over the table instead, surrounding one forlorn bottle. When she looked back, her smile had grown.

"Taking your boredom out on some innocent paper I see?"

She giggled again, and brought her hand up to brush her bangs out of her eyes. Smiling sweetly. Cole chuckled too. Shoulders unwinding and legs spreading out a smidgen as he opened up to the friendly feline. Almost subconsciously. Of course, she was starting to let herself relax too, so it was hard to feel out of place about it. His tone unwinding just as gently as he got comfortable.

"Hey. Every party needs some confetti, right?"

Cole explained, and Taylor grinned with mock mischief.

"Are you suggesting we throw all this paper at people? Because, I could be convinced."

"Nah. I think we'd need a lot more paper for that."

"It wouldn't take long for me to grab some more bottles you know... offer's open."

Taylor giggled in the same playful tone as before. Cole chuckling right along with her now. They were both smiling sweetly, opening up and just relaxing into each other's voices as they bounced back and forth off one another. Cole's tail was wagging like a dog's, and his eyes had brightened up quite a lot - thought they still kept that same temperate tone to them - he opened his mouth to speak, and then stopped. Breathless. When did she get so close? Her cute, soft orange furred face was just a few inches away now, and her whole body was on the edge of her seat as she looked up at him. Beautiful green eyes still gazing at his darker counterparts, and lips still curved in a sweet, friendly smile. From this close he could see the lipstick on them - faint red and glossy, and very pretty on her - and he could smell her perfume too. Sweet and almost like fresh strawberries. But a little lighter. A moment later, her eyes darted down to the floor, and her whole body shifted back again. The poor cat must have noticed his surprise. Her glaze fluttering around nervously all of a sudden, as if she was worried about looking at him.

"Sorry. I uh, guess I shouldn't be making fun. We all have our quirks, right."

She was playing with her hair again. Lower lip pressed gently between her top and bottom teeth and eyes glazing over her feet as she spoke. Making Cole feel awfully guilty. His mind started running laps on what to do, how to make the girl feel better, and he grinned when the thought finally came. Scooting forward in his chair just like she did, and closing the distance between them quietly. By the time she looked back up again, he was only a little farther away than she had been, and smiling reassuringly.

"Nah - what fun are kinks if we can't make fun of them sometimes, right? Don't worry about it."

It worked. She jumped a little at first - more from the lack of warning than anything - but then she smiled that soft, cute smile of hers. Eyes sweetly peeking up at his to try and read his feelings, and little pink nose twitching softly as she caught on to his smell. Just faintly beneath the still strong scent of booze. No perfume or cologne or anything, but he still smelt... nice. Like new books and warm fires. She licked her lips instinctively.

"Thanks. So... what's a guy like you you doing in a place like this anyways."

"I have no clue. Honestly, I just sorta got dragged along by a bunch of my friends, and now that they're all off partying, I'm stuck here. If it wasn't for that, then, well, I guess I probably wouldn't be here right now. Parties... aren't really my thing."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm here against my will too. Cindy kept telling me I needed to get some action, find a guy to show me a good time, but honestly? Most of the guys here are way too drunk to love, and I'd feel gross trying anything with someone who's just doing it because of the beer. You know?"

"Yeah. Definitely."

"So I'm glad I ran into you. You seem nice. And, it's cool that you're not hammered like everyone else."

Taylor smiled nervously. Her cheeks were heating up, and her eyes hadn't broken from Cole's. At some point, her hand had drifted its way over to play with his fingers, and the other was resting up on his shoulder. Cole's free hand meanwhile, now cradling the side of her face gently. Thumb rubbing against her cheek. They had gotten closer. Enough to feel the heat of each other's breath against their shoulders. Sweeping along gently. Taylor was the one who made the first move. Her eyes closing and her long orange tail practically wagging back and forth as she pressed her lips against his. Kissing him sweetly, and letting it linger for just a little longer than it needed to before pulling back with a sigh. Fluttering her vibrant green eyes at Cole as she spoke.

"Hey... stop me if I'm being too forward, but... Do you wanna go somewhere a little quieter? Like, maybe my place?"

It wasn't a long walk. And the night was beautiful enough that neither Cole nor Taylor would have really minded if it was anyways. The moon was out, and all the stars were shining up above as the two walked side by side. Empty streets and quiet crickets as their only company as their hands interlaced, finally stopping outside of a pretty, small looking red house. With a charming stone walkway through the yard and a beautiful strip of flower garden embellishing either side. Taylor was beaming - she hadn't stopped the whole walk there. But now that they were getting close, Cole could tell that she was starting to grow nervous. Her thumb shyly running along the light brown fur of his hand, and her tail brushing the back of his leg with every long swish. When they got to the door she stopped completely, and spun around to look at the gentle horse. Uneasy eyes sweeping up from the ground to look into Cole's again, teeth gently biting at her tongue.

"Listen, there's uh... something I should really tell you - really should have told you - before we go any farther. Alright? And I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner, but I'm... Well I'm a guy. I know I'm not, exactly, dressed up like a girl, but I know I've confused people before. And that's why I was so glad when I saw you weren't wasted, and you were nice, and I just, I don't want to trick you into anything. And, I'll understand if you're not interested. It's... it's my fault for not saying anything sooner anyways. Alright? So if you're not interested anymore, I'll totally understand. I promise."

It was an awful silence that greeted Taylor when she... he finally finished talking. Only a few seconds long, but agonizing for him. His chest felt tight and constricted and too hot as his heart pounded against it. His hands were at his front and holding each other tightly, and the corners of his eyes were wet with anxious unease. He looked up at Cole and the horse was still there, and... smiling. And looking back with those wonderful warm brown eyes. The skittish kitten didn't even have the chance to speak before he moved in. Lips pressing against his softly, and guiding Taylor to angle his head up again as Cole held himself there. Gradually growing in passion. Pushing into Taylor's body intensely enough to leave his back pressed up against the door, and his tail contorted between his legs. Until the pretty feline was sighing and moaning and breathing deeply into Cole's lips, which gladly opened to let his tongue slip free. Caressing against Taylor's rougher counterpart. First pressing it down against the bottom of his mouth, and then sliding underneath it to cradle the soft pink organ. Not stopping until Taylor's tongue was absolutely covered in the wrong saliva, and then pulling away absolutely breathless. Gasping for air, and taking a few seconds to get it all back before finally speaking. Never breaking his tender gaze as he did.

"It's okay. Relax, alright? You're really sweet, and nice, and funny, and I promise I don't care what gender you are - I like you for you."

Taylor's cheeks were burning. And it was his turn to move in for a kiss this time. Arms up over Cole''s shoulders and soft lips brushing along the horse's as the feline enjoyed his taste. This close, his scent smelt a lot stronger. That familiar brush of crisp paper and warm fires. It suited him well; something that Taylor could definitely get used to. He pulled back smiling, and gave the horse's lips one last soft little lick for emphasis. Just a touch from his tiny pink tongue.

"Promise you're sure about this?"

"Absolutely."

Taylor let out a long, shaky breath of air. Still nervous as hell, but now glowing with bashful excitement too, and smiling wide as he opened up the door. Rushing inside eagerly. Practically skipping as he moved, and twirling around on his cute heels the second he was out of the cool night air to call out to Cole. Tail still swishing as he shouted.

"You should come in then~. Not much point in staying outside, right?"

The whole house was wonderfully well lit. Not huge, but nicely kept, and definitely still pretty. Almost beautiful. With bright blue carpeted floors and yellow walls adorning the living room. And an excited feline standing in the middle of it all. Taylor far too eager to get started as he pulled his short shirt up over his head and tossed it off to the side gracefully. Exposing his soft, girly body to the open air. Covered in mellow orange fur, with some subtle, faded black accents around his stomach, shoulders and back. His body had a beautiful curve to it, and his hips were cocked just slightly to the side as he waited for Cole to come over, which the horse gladly did. And as soon as the stud was close enough Taylor moved in for another kiss. Lips pressing against lips, and tongues wrangling against each other as they both let their hands wander. Cole's sliding along the small of his mate's back, and Taylor's enjoying the horse's front. Feeling his chest, not toned but definitely still nice, and pressing over the bulge that was starting to strain against his jeans. Gasping into his mouth as curious fingers wandered all over it. Getting a good feel for exactly how much Cole was packing, which was a lot.

When they pulled back this time, Taylor kept Cole's tongue pinned between his teeth for just the slightest of a second. Softly enough to not hurt. Looking up into his eyes impishly, and smiling with an almost naughty grin, and letting go just as suddenly. Hands pressing up against the horse's chest instead, and helping to guide him onto the soft, cushy couch. Not stopping until he was down and sitting, and Taylor was on his knees right in front of him. Vivid green eyes still gazing up at him with a lovely mix of playfulness of affection, and hands now resting on his thighs as he moved in to kiss that hot bulge. Lapping against it gently until there was a clear, dark blue damp spot against the fabric, and giving his lips one last lick before moving in to free the monster. Leaving Cole completely heated and horny, and panting softly as he let his head roll back. Thick, throbbing equine cock flopping free from his jeans in one heavy movement. And leaving Taylor's mouth agape and eyes wide.

It was absolutely huge. Half-hard and already a solid nine inches long - black and molted with hot pink splotches - and still stiffening as it grew even more. Twitching between Taylor's soft fingers as he tried and failed to wrap them all the way around it, and giving a soft little throb of approval every time his fur stroked along its sensitive length. One hand finding it's way to the very base of that beast, and the other resting just below the tip to keep it straight as it continued to swell with excitement. Cole moaning and sighing sweetly just above it. His cock hanging mouth-wateringly thick and rigid, and already starting to drool a little as a small, clear pearl of hot pre beaded at the very tip. A treat that Taylor eagerly lapped up, much to Cole's delight. Lower hand now starting to slowly slide up and down along that hot length - fingers less and less able to wrap around it as it continued to grow - and his tongue continuing to tease that equine mass. The flare started swelling, and that stream of lovely pre was beginning to flow more freely as he dutifully drank down every drop. Sticky strings of the salty goo soon connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue with every lick. Hand running all the way from the base of his prick to the tip with long, lavished motions, and coaxing even more milk for him to enjoy. The likes of which was starting to become much more than he could handle. As it drooled down the flare in delicious trickles, and matted into Taylor's soft fur messily by the time it reached his hands. Not that he minded.

Eventually it was time to switch it up though, and with a sweet smile, Taylor let go of that wonderful cock gently, and watched as it slapped right up against Cole's rising and falling chest. Splattering leftover pre all over the still-panting horse, and pulling a moan from the pit of his stomach. Making Taylor giggle.

"Am I doing that well?"

The horse smiled and nodded. And gave a breathy "yeah" in answer. Making Taylor beam again.

"Thanks. And... thank you so much for not leaving. Alright? I really mean it."

Without another word, Taylor let his affectionate tongue wander all the way down to the base of Cole's hot cock now. Pressing gently against the underside of that beast, and giving it a long, slow lick from base to tip. Watching as pre-cum flowed through it and bubbled at the head for every inch he worshipped. Pooling on Cole's chest by the time he finally got to the top. Free game for him to take a couple more tonguefuls of before drifting back down. Tongue stroking along the side this time, all the way to the top, and then back down again to tease the other edge. Never breaking eye contact with that wonderful horse as he did. Not stopping until the underside of that shaft was completely shiny with slaver, and glistening under the living room lights. One soft paw pressing gently against Cole's thighs, and the other buried between his own legs. Pants unzipped, and fingers dipping into his panties greedily to rub along his own receptive cock. A lot smaller, but still sensitive and twitching excitedly as he rubbed it from tip to bottom. Drooling pre-cum all over the nice carpeted floor.

Next up were the balls. Both heavy and warm as Taylor buried his pretty pink nose in them. Tongue lolling out eagerly to lap and lick along them, and pull little groans of pleasure from Cole up above as he slickened them with his saliva. Again and again, rough little tongue running along those soft furred orbs until they were completely slippery, and almost dripping with messy spit. Playful paw still hard at work at stroking that drooling horsecock all the while. Only reaching about halfway up now from his new position, and stopping just below the median ring, but still able to caress more than enough to make Cole moan. Taylor's cheeks flushing as he took one of the soft orbs into his maw. Moaning sweetly at the feeling of it, and more importantly, the way it made Cole squirm with bliss. His scent was so much stronger down here. Not quite like before, now that it was mixed with the heavy, messy musk of arousal, but still wonderful as his pink button twitched to sniff it all in. Letting the first sweet orb plop free from his maw to switch his attentions to the other. Thumb meanwhile, running along the tip of his own cock, and smearing slimy pre all over it. Soon, both of Cole's balls were completely soaked, and Taylor pulled back with a breathless smile. Looking up at his stallion. His head lolled back and his tongue out and panting. His chest heaving and his cock drooling like a leaky faucet all over his chest and onto the couch. Making him messy with that same sticky treat that was matted between Taylor's nimble fingers as well. The feline grinning proudly as he stood back up.

"We should... probably get going to the bedroom, huh?"

Taylor asked, but Cole wasn't in much position to answer. Giving another breathless little nod of recognition before taking in a deep lungful of air, and trying his best to recompose himself. Pulling his tongue back in and his head back up. Tightening his legs and letting his eyes appreciative the sight before him. Taylor's cock was poking prettily up from the hem of his frilly panties now, with a cute bubble of pre-cum sitting at the tip and just begging to be tended to. But the cat was off before Cole could offer to help. Long tail swishing behind him as he rushed down the hall and into the last door on the left. Leaving Cole all by himself for a few seconds, before extending his arm back out for him to see. Holding his panties between two fingers - laced and pink and with a clear wet spot at the front - and dropping them to the floor, before rushing back into the room. An open invitation for Cole to follow. Which he was sure to do once his breath was back.

And so, with his equine cock still bobbing and drooling little dollops of eager pre-cum as he walked, Cole made his way to the bedroom. Leaving a clear trail of the excited ooze all over the poor floor as he went, and reaching the door as fast as unsteady legs could take him. Opening it with ease, and letting his eyes go wide at what greeted him inside. Taylor was waiting for him on the mattress. On his back with both of his beautiful furry legs up in the air. Toes and stomach both pointing towards the ceiling cutely, and arms all the way up above his head. His tail was pressed between his pretty thighs and running up along his stomach, and right next to it, his cute cock was still twitching and dribbling a thin trickle of pre onto his belly. Sharp green eyes both looking up at Cole expectantly. With an empty bottle of lube between his pointed teeth, and a long trail of the cool slime leading from his maw to his soft pink entrance. Which was overflowing with the stuff. The room was dimly lit and the bed was more than big enough for two. But better than that, the air was all stained with the light, fruity smell of Taylor, mixed with the undertone of his horny excitement. And Cole's cock gave another rough twitch when he picked up on it.

"So... This is probably your last chance to back out."

Taylor offered, but Cole was already making his way to the foot of the bed. Fuzzy fingers fumbling around with the soft hem of his thoroughly soaked shirt, before finally catching some traction and pulling the mess of pre-spunk and fabric up over his head. Tossing it to the floor and filling the room with a soft wet slap as it hit the carpet. Leaving Cole just as bare and exposed as Taylor was. Smiling, in that warming way he always did, before crawling up into bed with the beautiful feline. Taylor's legs parted, letting him in, and soon he had clambered his way right on top of the kitten. The sloppy, wide flare of his hot cock pressing up against his sensitive balls messily, and smearing some sticky pre on them before frotting their way up. Dwarfing his cute cock in the process, and getting the whole underside wet as he ground against it. Out of length to press against before even the halfway ring, as that flared head continued to run along Taylor's soft stomach instead now. Not stopping until Cole's and Taylor's hips were pressed against one another. Cock trapped between the two lovers' soft stomachs as Taylor pulled the horse in for another gentle kiss. Hands roaming over his chest and legs wrapped around his hips.

Cole could taste the warm undertone of his own salty pre on Taylor's tongue, but he couldn't have cared less. His eyes closing tightly as he melted into the kiss all the same. Letting their tongues embrace and run along each other softly, and tilting his head just slightly to the side as Taylor followed suite. Giving them both better access to the other's soft maw. The feline's hands started wandering. Trailing down Cole's slim stomach and stopping once they found the prize they were looking for. That massive, drooling dick that would be filling him soon, and with a moan, he let his fingers massage all over it. Left paw pressing softly against the thick, flared head and running circles around its rim gently, quickly soaking themselves in pre, while the right slowly stroked its underside. Coaxing out even more messy nectar for the other hand to play with. All while Taylor continued to moan and sigh into Cole's warm maw. Tiny tongue now pulling at the stud's eagerly, and coaxing the soft organ to slip into his mouth again. Cheeks pulling in slightly the second that treat was in his territory, and lips wrapping around it as he suckled around the tool like a soft, slimy cock. Tongue still massaging against it even as he did. Hips bucking back and forth, and short cock grinding up against Cole's much bigger shaft as pure, unfiltered joy bubbled in his stomach. Coming to a peak when Cole finally pulled his head back again. Tongue lolled out of his mouth and still stuck to Taylor's lips with several strings of sticky spit. He couldn't resist any more.

With a soft, loving little smile, Taylor lets his hips flare. Cocking them to the side and making his favourite equine roll over softly as he switched the positions up. Cole soon resting on his back, and looking up at Taylor as that feline sat on top of him. Having to scoot forward an awful lot just so he wasn't sitting on the guy's oversized endowments. But once everything was in position, it was perfect. Taylor let one of his soft, fuzzy hands explore behind him, to grab at Cole's wonderful cock. Pulling it gently until it was pointing straight up at the ceiling. Pre-cum pooling cutely in the flare as if it was a hot, soft milk dish for some kitten to enjoy. And then, Taylor pulled himself up. Practically standing by the time his needy little backdoor was aligned with Cole's juicy cock, and having to use both hands to align that thick prick against his entrance. Taking a deep breath and grinding against it softly. Getting a proper feel for it. Holy shit it was huge. He shivered, and let his knees start to bend, shaking as he felt his tight hole stretch wider and wider open. Slowly, gradually, splitting to let that thick beast in. Pulling moans from Taylor's chest as pre started shooting up right inside him. Almost...

Closer...

Just about...

*POP*

Taylor wasn't sure whether he wanted to shut his eye tight or open them as wide as he possibly could. Back arching, teeth gritting, and toes curling as he felt that hot, thick flare break down his back door and slip up inside of him. Locking every drop of gooey pre into that hot hole now, and filling him with the most amazing warmth he could imagine. Lube and pre-spooge mixing together and pooling inside of him slickly. Getting his walls nice and slimy for what was coming next, as Taylor's hips started to grind and buck in little circles. One hand roaming down to press against Cole's chest as he half-fell on top of him, and the other reaching to grab at his cute little cock as he started rubbing it passionately. It was hard to press himself down right now, but for the time being, this was more than enough. Taylor's breathing slowly calming down to normal levels as he got used to being so completely, so utterly, fully stretched. Hand running up and down his twitching little kitty cock as fast as it could, and hips practically bucking into his wrist by the time discomfort fully melted into pleasure. Hand still on Cole's chest as he looked down at the equine. Eyes filled with the softest look of love, with a dreamy smile just below them. And then, Taylor let himself sink.

The reaction was almost immediate. It was like all the air was getting pushed out of Taylor's lungs as he pressed downwards. Moaning loudly and panting with his tongue lolled free from his maw as that cock slipped deeper. Thick flare soon pressing right up against his sensitive prostate, and making the eager feline's legs give in for a second. His cock jerking hard as a thick spurt of pre-seed squirted out and streaked right over Cole's cheek. The cute horse far too lost in pleasure to even notice. With his head rolled back and his eyes shut tight. And his hands gripping onto the bedsheets desperately. Still Taylor kept sinking.

Farther and farther. He could swear he could feel it churning in his gut. Every extra iota sending another burst of bliss up his spine again. Inner walls completely, utterly stretched. Passing the median ring with an extra little moan of effort, and continuing down. Tense tail flicking back and forth for every extra inch he took. Only a little more left to go. Taylor couldn't resist. He pulled his hips back up just slightly, and slammed them right back down. Screaming out as he took that monster to the hilt. Hips jerking and eyes shutting tight as he came. Hard. His bliss-stricken cock jerking and twitching and spasming like crazy from between his fingers as spurt, after spurt, after wonderful spurt spilt free from that sensitive member. Spraying all over Cole's chest and face in the process, and making a nice, big mess of gooey kitty cum by the time he was done. Streaking along Cole's shoulders, muzzle, cheeks, and just about everywhere by the time he finally came down from it all. Panting like a dog on a hot day with his little pink tongue flopped free and dripping drool in a steady stream. Eyes opening wide again when he realized what he had just done.

"Oh my god. Sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get you like that!"

Cole was smiling though. Almost grinning playfully as he brought one of his elegant hands up to that still-sensitive feline mass, and pressed his thumb up against the underside of the base. Cooing softly as he milked the prick for one last dollop of thick goo, letting it all drool onto his index before taking that slimy treat between two fingers and bringing it into his mouth. Pulling them out a moment later nice and clean, and laughing reassuringly. Eyes bright with nothing but affection as he spun the digits around just to show his mate that it was definitely, absolutely all gone now.

"For what? It's not like I wasn't already messy, right?"

Taylor smiled back, and he could feel himself blushing. Tail starting to swish behind him mischievously as the pretty feline brought his head down to Cole's. Tiny pink tongue slipping free, and playful lapping up some of the mess he made. Mock cleaning the cute horse of all the salty-sweet seed he could reach, and moaning into Cole's hot fur as the stallion's mass continued to throb inside of him. Stretching him in ways he never could have imagined, and leaving the faintest of bulges in his stomach from just how far it was probing. The feeling was nice, but Taylor wanted to give more. And now that he had calmed down some, he was more than happy to offer it. Still lapping at Cole's face and chest affectionately - even with most of the mess gone now - and moaning louder as his hips began to pull back up. That thick treat completely slick and shiny as it was revealed to the warm bedroom air again. Just under a third of it set free before Taylor dropped his hips again, and let it sink right back in to his tight tunnel. Knocking the wind out of him again and leaving him panting for breath as he just ground those hot hips against Cole's for a second. Catching his breath. Pulling right back up as soon as he felt ready.

The next time was a lot easier. Letting that thick third free again, and moaning loudly as his insides were so quickly emptied, and then refilled again. Thick flare forcing his tight tunnel to split even wider than before as it slowly swelled with excitement. Up again. Down again. But this time when Taylor dropped, he didn't let the momentum die. Bouncing right back up the second his cute butt slapped against Cole's hips. Hands now on the horse's chest for support as he took almost half of that monster in and out of him again and again. Enough to make the hot cock bend just slightly before sliding right back in. He started picking up the pace. His own cock bobbing up and down in time with his movements as he panted, and drooled all over Cole's chest. Feeling that amazing endowment invade him again and again, moving his hips rougher just so he could feel it pounding him properly. Like a battering ram slamming into him, and he loved every second of it. His whole body was quivering - legs shaking and breaths coming in spurts - and soon, his arms completely gave out. Bouncing hips coming to a halt as the tired feline fell right on top of his stallion below. Gasping for breath and completely covered in the warm wetness of sweat. Legs too weak from bliss to keep going.

"Hey... can you, maybe, take the wheel for a bit? I'll be honest, I can't feel my legs."

Taylor giggled nervously. Fluffy fingers drifting up to push a few stray strands of hair out of his face as he looked up at Cole. Chin nestled nicely in the breathless equine's shoulder, and hands still on his chest. It only took a moment for Cole to respond. Smiling and letting free a little giggle of his own as his thin hands motioned up to grab at Taylor's soft hips. Fingers sinking into his short fur as he helped the poor, panting cat back upright again, and slowly spun him around. Taylor shivering hotly at the feeling of what must have been more than a foot of throbbing horsecock, grinding around in his insides - especially the flare, which was still far from done swelling - teasing his sensitive inner walls unendingly, and making his stomach knot up. Eventually he was spun the right way though, and with a sigh the shivering kitten let his body relax again. Shoulders loosening and toes uncurling as he let himself lie down onto Cole's furry stomach. Letting the horse's hands wander all over his front as he readjusted to the feeling of being so full from this new angle. Gasping as one paw reached to play with his needy prick - elegant fingers wrapping around it lovingly, and thick thumb pressing right against the slimy tip as he fondled every inch he could touch. More massaging the sensitive prick than jerking it. Though that didn't stop Taylor from bucking his hips all the same. As much as he could manage anyways, with Cole now guiding the feline's plump rump off his lap and onto his stomach instead. All with a push of his hips, and a few affectionate little coos from the both of them. Taylor more than happy to oblige.

The wait was torturous. Taylor could feel his whole body still trembling as Cole gladly took his time with getting the feline into position - his soft hand still rubbing and stroking along Taylor's pretty prick as he went. Finally stopping when his hips couldn't reach any further to push him, and then he pulled back. All at once, that hot, pre-cum and lube sloppy cock unsheathed itself from Taylor's needy little hole. Inch after inch. Leaving the kitten's walls almost agonizingly empty as everything but that fat flare was slipped out of him, and pulled into the open again for Taylor to see. It was all shiny and slick and throbbing hard as air finally brushed over it again. And it made the kitten whimper. He wanted it back inside him so bad, he could feel his inner walls starting to close back up again, flexing to try and find that wonderful intruder they had just been hugging, finding it again very soon as Cole drove that slippery beast back in fast. Free hand pulling up to hold Taylor's chest closely to keep him in place, and effectively hugging the cat close as he hilted in that tight tunnel again. Making him moan loudly, and try to arch his back instinctively as the blunt head pummelled inside of him. And then it was gone again. Not even with a chance for Taylor to adjust to the feeling before Cole pulled it back. The equine panting hotly and heavily now as he drilled back in. Pulling another moan up from Taylor's lungs and invading his deepest depths. Treating that feline to a brand new sensation as his rhythm began to develop, and that thick, juicy flare scraped against his delicate prostate again and again.

Harder. Cole's grip transitioned from gentle massaging to lustful stroking of that kitty's cock as his pace picked up. Pounding that tight little hole and groaning at the sound of wet, heavy slapping that was starting to fill the room. Going from hilt to flare as fast as his hips could take him - breaking into that tight tunnel, groaning and panting as he slammed his cock back and forth, making Taylor's stomach bulge with a faint, cute bulb every time their hips connected. The girly feline was starting to drool again. Tongue lolled out and off to the side as his body was rocked back and forth with every earnest thrust. His and Cole's backs both curved together as his ass was pounded raw. He could barely handle it. The feeling of having his prostate attacked so thoroughly, with his equine lover's hand still jerking his little cock off fast... He blew again. Thinner, but still gooey streaks of hot kitty-cum canvasing over his chest and stomach as he spurted all over himself. Crying out in bliss as the force of Cole's thrusts made his prick bounce up and down as it sprayed. Not stopping until those thin white stripes were painted all over him. A few even overshooting and hitting the headboard. No time to rest as Cole kept thrusting. Taylor's whole body going limp with blissful overstimulation.

Cole didn't last much longer. Just as much of a sweaty, horny mess as Taylor as he thrusted through to his big crescendo. Crying out and holding Taylor as close to his body as he possibly could as those heavy, cum-churning balls drew up eagerly hard, and gave their cue for the horse to hilt one last time. Hips slamming forward, and filling the air with one last messy slap as his flare inflated, and stretched Taylor far, far beyond his limits. They both cried out loudly. And the first hot, slimy rope of Cole's thick spunk drew up as a visible bulge along the underside of his cock. Pulsing up his urethra fast, and soon spilling out into the feline's tight stomach. Making Taylor's fists tighten with excitement as that hot warmth splattered inside of him. Painting his deepest depths a beautiful shade of cum-drenched white. Cole's flare kept every drop in place. And then, the next one. Another thick, creamy load that spurted and washed along Taylor's inner walls before settling inside of him. Making that bulge in his stomach just a little bit more pronounced now as a third, and a fourth and a fifth and sixth heavy rope followed. Finally stopping when every speck of that massive load was sloshing around inside of that kitty. Leaving them both panting, and gasping desperately for breath. A thin string of drool touching all the way from Taylor's soft tongue down to Cole's chest below, and shaking slightly with every hot breath. He had never felt so full.

Cole head nuzzled softly into his mate's shivering shoulder. The equine's peaceful eyes closing as hands went from holding down to cuddling and hugging close. Heavy breathing and soft gasping soon the only sound left in the once loud room as the two calmed down. Cole planting affectionate little kisses all along Taylor's cheek and neck as they waited. As gentle as they could have possibly been. He hadn't noticed it before, but the equine was shaking too. Legs trembling softly and chest rising and falling unevenly as they laid together in the dim light. He must have been exhausted. Before Taylor could say a word about it though, his breath was stolen again, as that slowly deflating beast was gently, carefully tugged out. Every inch sending a little spark of joy up the feline's spine as the still thick flare dragged along him. Emptying him slowly and lovingly, before finally popping out with an audible wet noise. Letting loose a mini torrent of slimy cum to pour all over the bedsheets. And drench Cole's crotch as well. Though the equine didn't seem to mind. Cum still dribbling out of Taylor's well-worn pink tunnel as the pretty entrance started trying to flex itself closed again. Not quite managing. He could still feel sticky strings of cum connecting his inner walls cutely, and even more pooling inside of him as it dribbled out. Gaped and messy and perfectly fine with it as he let his body flop over. Cole gladly following suit.

Spooning side by side was so much more comfortable. Equine cock pressed up against Taylor's thighs wetly, and brown-furred hands wrapped around and hugging him close. Both of them basking in the afterglow. From here, he could feel every little breath that Cole took. First from his chest, as it rose gently behind him, and then again from his muzzle as hot air brushed over his shoulder sweetly. It felt nice. And Taylor let himself relax. It was a long while before he finally broke the silence.

"...Cole?"

"Yeah?"

"Please don't leave in the morning."

"Huh?"

"I just... you're the sweetest guy I've ever met. And so... well... I don't want to lose you. Alright?"

"...I'll still be here. I promise."