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Minding the Stables

I can never decide what I want to do with myself during a party. I don't go out often, since I'm the type to prefer to enjoy my solitude, but when I do go out, I can be the life of any party. The feathering on my forearms and ankles as well as the mane on my back make any clumsy motions I make appear graceful as a ribbon dancer while I'm on the dance floor.

This night, I was regretting going out with Natasha. She said there was going to be an amazing, kick-tail party out of town at her friend's uncle's farm. I told her I didn't really want to go, but ever since we met, she's wanted to go out to a party with me, and after resisting for months I finally gave in and let her take me out. Naturally, I regretted it.

I didn't hate being with her, and I didn't even mind her friends despite them all trying to psychoanalyze me, but there were literally hundreds of people in the huge equipment hangar with some DJ blasting what sounded like a crashing train to the beat of drums and bass with a light show flashing in the night. I couldn't last more than an hour before sneaking my way outside and finding my way to the nearest barn.

The door slid open to reveal lines of stables on either side, the lights already on. Much to my dismay, all the horses and dragons were already wide awake, many of them pacing back and forth in their stalls. Some of them stuck their head out to look at me as I closed the door behind me. Poor things.

I took a quick survey of the lay of the building, taking special note to see which stalls had horses and which ones had dragons. The hallway was a T, with two lines of stables lining each wall to the side, as well as the back wall and doors on either side. Nothing special. I did find some fruits and vegetables for the horses, as well as some frozen vermin for the dragons to heat up and eat.

Each and every one of the inhabitants looks like they were in distress. The loud noises, bright lights, and throbbing bass of the party must have been stressing them out. One mare in particular looked like she was pregnant and near the end of gestation, so I paid special attention to her. I filled a bucket with water, and another bucket with apples and slipped into the stall, closing the door behind me.

She jumped a little as the door latch clipped shut, quickly getting to her feet and sidestepping until she was on the opposite side of the stall, round belly pressing against the concrete wall. She must have been scared at the sight of a massive hippogryph suddenly invading on her personal space. As a hippogryph, I was part equine myself, so I was quite large, easily larger than virtually any human that might have ridden or cared for her.

I had to reach out over the door to grab at a couple apples, stabbing them with my talons to get one on each finger. I brought my hand up with five small apples and held it out to the mare, juices dripping down into my palm. "Come on, you can have it, I promise it's fine." I was trying to keep my voice calm and gentle, but having a beak meant virtually all noises that came out of my maw would be screechy to her, not the soothing coos I intended.

Despite how strange it must have been to have me in there with her in the stall, she still edged her way towards me, extending her neck out to lip at the apples in my hand until she got one in her mouth. She chomped down and chewed that thing until all that was left was a few pulpy bits that dribbled off her chin into the sawdust and straw on the ground.

Once she was done I extended my hand again to offer, only this time as she leaned in to take the second apple I leaned in and pressed my palm to her powerful neck and tickled at the base of her mane with my talons. She barely noticed, as she was too busy worrying about chewing on the apples I offered her to worry about me. Clearly people earned trust with her with relative ease. Or maybe she'd just seen so many people in her life that another wasn't a big deal. No matter her mind set, she seemed happy to munch down on the apples, one by one, as I trailed down her spine with my talons.

What a pretty girl. She was only brown, but it was clear the owner of the ranch kept good care of her, for the most part. Her mane was straight and clean, with only some errant bits of straw and sawdust in her coat. She was well trimmed, her tail straight, and her hooves well feathered. Belgian? All the long hair on her body - mane, tail, and feathering of the ankles - was a lighter blonde. Very pretty.

This revelation only made me a little more upset that there was a booming party over in the equipment hangar not fifty meters from here. What was the owner thinking, letting hundreds of drunk college and university students keep his animals in distress?

I laid my palms down on the mare's back, gently massaging and tickling her spine with my talons. She seemed to like that. As I gave her attention, I saw a gentle prodding on her belly. The foal was kicking! Cute! I put my hand there to feel it again, but it must have given up, because I didn't feel a thing after laying my palm there.

"You're such a pretty girl." I cooed, mostly to myself as pressed my chest up against her haunches. I gave her mane another scratch and rub, appreciating her warmth in the cool night. Over her shoulders, I could see the dragon in the stall across the hallway sticking its head out the door, extending its neck as far as it would go to try and sniff at me. He must have felt neglected.

I was just about to reach out and unlock the door so I could give him some attention, too, when I heard the sound of two partygoers outside. They were laughing and tripping over each other before slamming into the side of the barn, a loud crash echoing through the halls and stalls, followed by uproarious laughter.

A moment later, the sliding Door swung open and two guys stumbled in, slamming the door shut behind them. The larger of the two was a massive canine of some sort with silvery fur, short white hair almost in a sleeked back mohawk, and a green sash. The smaller was a tiny canine with glowing blue snout and lips, dark gray fur, and darker belly fur. He was wearing a collar and looked like he was ready to slobber all over the larger one's crotch.

That might have just been because the smaller one, when standing up straight, could have pressed his snout to the larger one's belly button. If this was going where I thought it was going to go, it was worth standing by to watch.

"No, no, no. Come here, Wolf!" The smaller one urged as he opened the door again, this time striking a sexy pose as he slowly closed the door behind him. "You gotta make it sexy, man!"

Wolf - the larger one - just shook his head at the smaller canine. "Not necessary." He huffed, a devious grin spreading across his lips. With my intense hawk eyes, I could see the jagged line of his sharp teeth.

"And why's that? Are you telling me that you don't care about..." The tiny one stopped mid-sentence and jabbed his hand forward, reaching under Wolf's sash to cup at the canine's balls.

Surprisingly, Wolf didn't pull away or lash out in shock. Instead, he growled as he grinned and unclasped the bottom half of the sash, letting it fall to the ground over the smaller canine's wrist. "Now now, Cal. If you want to have your fun, you better be prepared."

Cal - the smaller one - spread his eyes wide as Wolf's sheathe was exposed. Only the bulbous tip of his cock was seen, the flesh of the sheathe stretched around it as it dribbled precum over the fur of his balls. He licked his lips and immediately dove in, nuzzling at the larger canine's engorged sheathe, licking at the under side of the shaft and forcing his tongue inside as he peeled the skin back, hoping to expose more of the length of Wolf's Cock.

Hot. And the fervor in which Cal was slobbering at the sheathe made it even hotter. His size and hunger for cock mimicked Natasha's when she was with me, which stirred up certain emotions that excited me. I could feel the bulge in my kilt as my sheathe folded outward and engorged, filling my cock with blood and waking it from its slumber.

I leaned in close against the bars of the stable, watching the two of them intently as they continued to fool around with each other. Cal kept nuzzling and licking at Wolf's massive cock, using his paws to gently but steadily pull back the sheathe to expose more of it, eventually having the soft, tangible flesh jerk down, an unformed knot popping out.

Cal's glowing blue eyes went wide as he got a good look at the entire size of the monolith of flesh that was twitching before him. He couldn't help but lean in and let it rest on his muzzle, between his eyes, and his forehead, the larger canine's lubrication mucking up the fur. He kept licking and nuzzling, and I swear I heard a purr rumbling from the two of them as he leaned back and took the tip of it between his lips, sucking on it like an ice cream bar; he even took a few moments to lick up the drips that formed and were trailing down to the base of it.

Wolf grabbed at Cal's head and started thrusting up into his face, forcing more of his shaft down Cal's throat, making him gag. This didn't dissuade Cal from trying, though; in fact, he opened his maw and slowly pushed down until the entire length of the shaft was down his gullet, the end of his lips and maw wrapped around the knot, bulges of it poking out either side of his mouth. He was swallowing, gulping down what he could, using his throat muscles to massage the larger canine's length, then gagging a little when Wolf thrust again.

I wasn't so much into oral, myself, but imagining Natasha doing the same to me, flare exploding in her belly and knot locking her jaws in place, kept me excited. I kept my eyes trained on them as I unclasped the buckle of my kilt and let it fall to the ground, my own member at half mast, still nearly dangling down halfway to my knees.

Cal was doing all he could to facilitate Wolfs horniness. He was cupping balls with each palm and greedily gulping down every bit he could, licking and waving his head from side to side, tail wagging as he pushed down as far as it would go, the lobes of the knot pressing against the crook of his maw, snout pressed against Wolf's belly, lower lip pressed against the massive set of balls he was gently massaging.

But Wolf seemed to be growing impatient. I could see his powerful form flexing his chest muscles and his eyes getting a devious look on them as he grinned a toothy grin. With one fluid motion, he grabbed at Cal's ears, pulling the smaller canine off his member, leaving maw gaping wide and all manner of bodily fluids dribbling down off the end of his tongue as he panted heavily. Wolf looked down and spun Cal around, grabbing a hold of his tail and raising it up, practically ripping his clothes off under his feet before dragging his fingers up under his knot, collecting saliva and lubrication to smear all over Cal's tailhole.

This just took a violent step forward, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. My cock was twitching and swelling up to nearly full mast, so much so that I had to arch my back to ensure the drooling tip of it didn't smear against the wall of the stall.

Wolf held onto that femmy bitch's tail and used his cock to smear the fluids all over the glowing blue pucker before pushing it all in with one powerful thrust, the bulging knot of it pressing out against his rump cheeks. Cal opened his mouth to cry out, but no sound came. He just shuddered and rolled his eyes back in his skull as his glowing tongue lolled out, his hips growing weak as he bowed out. If it wasn't for the massive, powerful cock buried in his admittedly malleable back side, he likely would have fallen.

The knot stayed outside, pressing against his hips as he pushed back, wagging his rump and using his muscles to clench. I watched as the tiny Cal did his best to work his rump on the massive cock, but it was Wolf that switched things up and got rough, getting a better grip on the tail with one paw, and Cal's hip with the other. He actually had to hold Cal up, since his legs were about half as tall as Wolf's.

With the tiny canine in his hands and his cock in his ass, Wolf started thrusting about as violently as he could. Full, tip to knot thrusts, in and out with a violent fervor. I could hear the flesh slapping and squelching with each motion, but Cal didn't make a word. All I heard was the wet sounds of sex and the low growl emanating from Wolf's chest.

I couldn't take it any longer. I needed to use my own talons to cum. Or...or I could join them.

Yeah, I didn't think they'd mind. Cal seemed to be a bit of a cock slut, though Wolf seemed like he might not be the type to share. Oh well, I knew I had it in me to take him on, maybe even dominate him if the need arose. My mind was clouded with thoughts of sharing that tiny hole with that massive canine knot, I wasn't thinking right.

Still, I shuffled over and reached out from the stall to unlock the door, deftly slipping out into the hallway. Both Wolf and Cal looked over at me, then at each other, then back to me before Cal spoke up.

"Don't be a stranger! Come join in!" He smiled and lolled his tongue out, wagging his hind end again, clenching down to squeeze Wolf's cock.

I didn't hesitate. I licked my beak as I walked to them. Wolf picked Cal up by each knee and leaned back against the wall, exposing the puckered tailhole with his cock still deep inside it. I used my own fluids to help moisten the area under Cal's balls and Wolf's cock to slip in next to him. To my utter astonishment, Cal's rump parted open with ease, letting my length slip into him with minimal resistance. I could feel the muscles contracting and squeezing around me, practically pulling me in with each wave.

"Loose little slut, eh?" Wolf growled as he grabbed Cal's arms.

I took Cal's legs and started pumping up into him, growing increasingly violent as my shaft rubbed against Wolf's cock inside.

It didn't take long at all for us both to be pumping in violently against each other. He'd push in, I'd pull out. Then I'd push in and he'd pull out. Each full thrust of my hips into Cal's tender and stretchy rump made it just a bit easier, and justified my increasingly violent jabs.

Just as I was about to feel my pleasure hitting that pleateau that resulted in my flare gorging up, I felt Wolf get a solid grip on Cal's body as he forced it down, his knot popping in next to my cock.

I could feel those bulbs swell, the girth of them wrapping around the base of my cock to squeeze me in place. The very tip of my cock was starting to expand inside, just a bit deeper than the tip of his. I couldn't hold back any longer, the pressure and the growing sensation of the knot next to my shaft was too much.

I gritted my beak shut and let out a low pitched screech as I climaxed, filling Cal's belly with my seed. Next to my cock, I felt Wolf's twitching with each and every spurt of his thinner cum. Together, I felt the combined fluid dribble out from Cal's worn hole, trickling out in the tine crevasse between Wolf's cock and mine.

Cal was enjoying himself immensely. I could see his cock hard as could be, bobbing and twitching against his belly as the bulge of the two monster cocks pulsated with each explosion of seed.

With his knot almost fully inflated and firm, Wolf pulled out with a fleshy pop, leaving a heavy stream of equine and canine cum to splatter out into a puddle between us, coating his member and messing up the front of my legs.

My own cock was slowly shrinking inside, and his rump and passage were closing around me as his muscles twitched. I could actually feel his heartbeat throbbing in the soft walls of his hole, as well as the muscular twitching as his cock spurted one strand after another all over his belly.

Wolf grinned as his cock swung back and forth between the two of us, growling as he held Cal up so that his gaping ass was leaking all the remaining cum. Part of me really, really wanted to go down to my knee and start licking it all out of him, but Wolf put him down on his feet before grabbing his sash, giving a knowing nod, then slipping out the sliding door to return to the party, cock slowly deflating and retreating to its sheathe.

Cal just stood there, paws soaked in cum with his legs bowed and tail raised, a trail of marbled cum dribbling out between his legs.

I gave him a smirk before walking back to the pregnant mare's stall, cock slowly shriveling and shrinking to fold back up in its sheathe as I grabbed my kilt and put it back on. When I came out again, Cal was already gone, a sliver in the sliding barn door flashing with the lights of the party.

I didn't want to leave the barn, so I sidled up to the dragon that had been paying attention the whole time, cradling his cheeks in my powerful hands as I cooed at him, getting him to calm down.