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TACKING UP

by Iscin

This is a work of erotic fiction.

All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.

All rights reserved © 2016.

Characters © their players.

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CHAPTER ONE

All Wet

It was looking like pleasantly calm, if cool, autumn day. Having already spent the first day adjusting to the tourist cabin that his family had paid for, Solarian had expected to take the entire of today to get away from it all. Peace can be found in many places, but the serenity in nature can only be found in places such as the forest of Redgrove. Situated at the base of a snowy mountain, this place is idea for those who wish to get away from urban life. To reset their awareness. Even with the ever-increasing tourist trade taking over from the old logging industry, there is still plenty of forest left for any one soul to get lost in, a stranger to all.

However, the surrounding vastness and rugged beauty quickly are not at all serene nor safe for the intrepid hybrid now. Both sides of his species fusion, the tiger and the wolf, are wary and subdued by the ever-increasing decibels of the wailing winds. They howl and tug at the fur and whiskers about his face as he hugs his jacket closed, making sure that it is fastened as tightly as possible. It is fortunate he is not part lion, for a mane would only be flicking into his face and eyes right now as he struggles against the forceful weather.

This storm is almost unnatural. Solarian remembers checking the meteorological report before coming out here; there was no indication of such a sudden and vengeful change in weather. But, he realises that if he had thought to look into the history of the area he would probably have found information concerning Redgrove's tempestuous nature. With the sun already all but set he has to find his way back, or, at least, to some kind of shelter as the winds are only growing all the more vicious with each passing second.

Solarian looks left, and now right. Curses, picks the dirt path that seems to have the least number of trees and starts at a brisk pace that is between walking and running. Keeping his paws off the ground for too long, or rushing in the darkened conditions even with his cats eyes, may lead to some calamity that he can ill afford whilst trying to seek shelter. Yet, even as he makes progress moving through the forest, he is only aware of a growing riding in his head from the sound of the voracious storm pulling and pushing at his pointed ears.

Wait, what's that up there? Something is glinting between the trees. A light, or something of a yellowish hue at the very least. The lack of light, leafy detritus kicked up by the winds and his own shirking from the weather is making it difficult for him to gauge anything at that distance. Without any awareness of where he is, Solarian chooses to start making his way towards the light, hoping that it is evidence for someone else all the way out here. As he does so the hybrid stumbles on a rock, an uneven mound of dirt and even a fallen branch as he goes off of the dirt trail.

After closing the gap between him and his destination, the young man can now actually make out what it is he is approaching. Some sort of mobile home, a recreational vehicle of some kind. It is rocking on its suspension in the wind yet is more than heavy enough to stay anchored and upright. The light is coming from one of the windows, the curtain behind it open just enough to let the light source shine out in stark contrast to the rest of the darkening forest. Solarian feels as though he is fleeing from non-corporeal spectre as he reaches the recreational vehicle and thumps on the side door with a flat palm, claws only scratching the paintwork a little.

Whoever is inside must be startled from being suddenly disturbed as Solarian's sensitive ears picks up on something falling, followed by a flurry of expletives. However, after a few more seconds the door opens and behind it stands a tall, yet lithe anthropomorphic horse. He is dressed in a pair of jeans and plain shirt, certainly less flamboyant than the tiger-wolf's vibrant jacket and pants. As the horse sees that Solarian own attire is ill-suited to the foul weather, leather pants and all, he reluctantly invites him to come inside and closes the door behind him.

'Thank you.' Solarian says after the door is shut. With both hands he pats down the fur of his face and neck, brushes a leaf or two out of his blond mane and sighs as he finds a convenient seat to park his rear.

'You're welcome, I guess.' The equine says softly, as though whispering so as the raging storm does not discover their whereabouts

Solarian slumps forwards and rolls his shoulders to relax them. The recreational vehicle is heated, the seat he is parked on padded and best of all the horse is easy on the eyes. Staring for maybe longer than is comfortable, the tiger-wolf can see that the stranger is not nearly as bulked up as many of the equines he knows back home. Yet still, the same stature, broad shoulders and probably other distinctions of his species remain true. The lack of muscle or gut and the blond hair do suggest a distinct type, though perhaps Solarian is getting ahead of himself; imagination run amok and all that.

'Sorry. My name is Solarian, but just call me Sol.' He says and stands back up, extending his right paw.

'Fann.' The monochrome horse replies tersely, taking the other's hand and shaking it, noting the coolness along the pads.

'I know I'm already intruding but, you wouldn't happen to have something to eat would you? Something hot.' Solarian asks, a smile spreading on his face that is just two notches away from smarmy.

***

Coming here, to Redgrove, was not supposed to be a social activity for Fann. The horse desired some genuine solitude short of becoming a hermit up a mountain. He had saved enough to rent out the RV for the season and set out to come here where one can get lost along the old paths that the lumberjacks had made over the decades. In a week's time of being almost entirely on his own the horse thought he was even beginning to feel like himself again. Especially when trekking with nothing but his journal to sit down and put thoughts to paper.

However, now all of that self-discovery and zen has been dashed away by first the storm and now the stripy intruder rifling through his rations. The horse starts leaning against a partition whilst watching the other guy check one packet and then a tin, and now another tin. Very little seems to be satisfactory to Solarian as he lays out what is appetising on one half of what counts as the RV's kitchenette surface. Fortunately, there is some spam that was stashed away at the back of one of the cupboards, a rare enough thing to find any meat products in a herbivore's diet.

'It's not mine.' Fann mumbles as the hybrid shoots him a look whilst holding the can up to see.

Subdued and unsure of how or even if he should interrupt, the equine watches as the intruder sets a pan over a gas-burning hotplate and begins heating up some oil in it. Not the there is no further interchange of words as he begins cooking. But the conversation is restricted to questions about where some seasoning or utensil is in the small yet far from spartan drawers on this side of the RV. Fann sighs as he sits back down in the leisure part of the mobile home, closing his eyes as the flaring his nostrils from the smell of things turning from raw to cooked.

It takes the stranger only a matter of twenty minutes before he turns off the gas and prepares plates to serve two. The RV has become a little steamy now thanks to all of the evaporated moisture, but opening a window is not really an option with the storm still outside. Besides, there is some comfort to the warm humidity for Fann as he waits for his proactive guest to come join him with the meal. He folds out a small table which had been propped up against the wall.

'This is the least I can do.' Solarian says as he sets the plates down.

'Sure, sure. I don't mind at all.' Fann says and leans forward, taking interest in the food.

One plate is obviously for the tiger-wolf. With steamy slices of spam that have soaked in chicken stock, garnished with some steamed vegetables and a mixture of herbs and spices. Even simple ingredients can be improved with a little effort. On the other plate there is something of a more vegan nature for the herbivore. As far as strangers in the night go, this one is not so bad.

'It's the least I can do since you're being kind letting me take shelter here.' Solarian says whilst handing over a fork.

'Err, thanks.' Fann mutters.

The tiger-wolf takes the other side of the mini-couch, brushing elbows with the equine as he holds his plate with one hand and digs at its contents using the fork in the other. Although an effective cook, Solarian is a bit of a messy eater as he voraciously devours what he has made for himself. Fann slowly begins eating from his own plate, all the while keeping one eye on the person beside him until there is nothing left for him to wolf down.

'So what are you doing out here?' The cook asks whilst checking his whiskers in case they got dirty.

'Eating.' Fann garbles with a full mouth.

'I'll let you finish then.' Solarian replies cheerfully, leaning back on the couch whilst his eyes start sizing up his second course.

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CHAPTER TWO

Equestrian Sport

Two hours have now passed since Solarian first stumbled upon the RV and its handsome occupant and sought shelter. The storm is still very obviously raging on outside. They can both hear the sounds of creaking trees which are nevertheless standing resolutely against the onslaught. Fann decides to lean into the driver compartment and turns on the vehicle's stereo system. He tweaks the tuning dial until he finds a station that still be picked up. The signal is weak, but consistent, unlike the cellular network that stopped working at the very moment the storm began.

'...And Storm Cassandra is set to remain with us throughout the night. Locals are advised to remain indoor.' The host reports.

'Well, that's fortunate.' Solarian says whilst standing behind the horse.

'What is?' Fann asks.

'Do you have anything to do whilst we're stuck here?' Solarian replies with a different question.

'Like what?' The horse asks as he turns the radio off.

'Games or perhaps...' Solarian's voice trails off as his reaches out with claw-tipped fingers.

Fann's body tenses to the first sensation of touch before he realises that the other man is taking a firm hold of his buttocks. The claws are digging in as the tiger-wolf increases his grip, tearing at the worn jeans. He can feel the other man shiver and clench, yet there is no resistance of any kind, even verbal. Not that this comes as any kind of a surprise to the predator, whose understanding of the less aggressive species is well in the realm of almost supernatural intuition.

Yes, this man is a near total stranger, and sure he may be awkward and conversationally reticent. But there is one very important factor when Solarian takes a partner to spend a night with, even when trapped and needing to burn off the calories he just stuffed into his mouth. The horse blushes and now gasps as Solarian hand reaches around and squeezes, without the claws this time, at the front of the man's pants.

What is being held tight against his body by what would on almost any other species be loose fitting jeans is plump and more than the tiger-wolf could ever reasonably fit inside the grip of one palm. There is more than one kind of meat on this prey and a great deal of it too. Still stuck in this already compromised position, Fann is now accosted by both sets of roaming fingers as the furrier mammal very quickly undoes the equine's belt buckle and dives in with both hands whilst grinding up against the man's rear.

'What are you doing?!' Fann both asks and exclaims. His hands coming down and grabbing the other male's forearms.

'Exploring.' Solarian says as his fingers find themselves around a particularly thick cut of sausage.

A smile spreads on the predator's lips as he feels the grass-eater being to twitch in his hands. Blood is pumping into the instrument or orifice penetration as Solarian pulls back the skin, stimulating the sensitive glans. Fann grunts and stumbles back on erratic hooves, standing up right in RV. The shorter male similarly moves backwards, still grinding his leather pant crotch against that wide equine booty, hands still buried inside his accommodating jeans. The horse's hands slowly relax, the desire to deny the tiger-wolf quickly waning as his dick continues to swell, digging down his right pant leg and creating an uncomfortably tight seal between denim and the short fur of his thigh.

'Let me help you with that.' Solarian says as his paws momentarily retreat and he guides the horse to turn around and stand still.

The dick hungry predator's eyes widen as he gawks at the front of the horse's pants. Although clearly tailored for an equine's physiology, as most clothing is custom to species, they are clearly unable to compensate for an engorged horsecock without ruining the fit when flaccid. Solarian considers this his responsibility in more ways than one. So he gets down on his knees and peels back the larger man's clothing, snaking his jeans down until they reach his knees.

'Wow! He's an eager on.' Solarian says as the horse's semi-erect black manhood springs out, drooping down at the end whilst it twitches and continues to gradually swell.

Glancing up, Solarian can see the aroused male turning just a little red underneath his fur and as his eyes avoid direct contact. There is definitely a deer caught in headlights response coming from this quarry. But none of that matters to Solarian, so much as what Fann has been packing all of this agonising time that they have been making idle chitchat and dining together. Once more using both hands to get a handle on the now unleashed dick, the hybrid tries getting a feel for the weight of it by inclining it slightly higher than it has already been able to achieve at its present state of arousal. As he does so his pointy ears pick up the equine's breathy grunt.

'What's wrong?' Solarian asks, his digits tightening around the swelling leviathan.

'N-Nothing. Your hands are just... a little cold.' Fann mumbles, still trying to avoid looking back into the predator's eyes.

'Must be the pads on the palm of my paws. Don't worry. They'll warm up.' Solarian says cheerfully.

Solarian starts getting closer to the other man's dick. The heat of it can be felt on his whiskers and his canine nose is being bombarded with those simultaneously sweaty and musky masculine scents that had been trapped with it inside the horse's pants. Fann starts squirming, with both hands and hooves fidgeting as the tiger-wolf nuzzles in, rubbing his face along the underside of the nearly fully erect member. His fingers slide off again as he threads the beastly slab of meat along his forehead and between his pointy ears. The horse swears that he is feeling a slight vibration from a subdued feline purr.

Whilst he begins worshipping the horse's massive natural endowment with kisses and lavishing licks, the tiger-wolf's hands trade sausage for oranges. Fann whinny's and bucks a little, his hips moving involuntarily as his dick slides along the kneeling man's furry face. Solarian responds by tightening his grip against the horse's drooping testes, rubbing one thumb against each as he appraises their weight and volume. He has known larger, but most, especially of a non-equine species, are also smaller. This specimen is more than enough for the kind of recreational activity the hybrid has in mind.

'P-Please,' Fann grunts as he grabs the kneeling man's blond hair and the base of his own heavy shaft with the other.

Solarian allows himself to have his head adjusted, enjoying the feeling of that hot and leathery phallus rub against the side of his cheek and whiskers until its wide, drooling head is positioned at the front of his mouth. The horse whinnies and tugs back on the tiger-wolf's head. It is obvious what the equine wants, what he needs. Solarian can feel the taller man's loins broiling with lustful heat, his body betraying the virility and masculinity of his kind that he had tried so hard to shy away from. Obviously, this man has not had any company recently to let off with.

With a wide jaw and wet tongue, the tiger-wolf graciously accepts. To the horse's surprise, the hybrid starts making his way down, from tip to base, with more alacrity than Fann had ever intended to encourage. Over flaring glands and medial ring Solarian sucks and slurps his way along. Eyes looking up he can see the effects of him blowing the equine. Intuition tells Solarian that Fann has been sorely lacking in receiving this kind of treatment not only recently, but perhaps his entire life. Not that he seems unaware of the limits however, as he graciously allows Solarian to pull back up for air before going back down for more meat.

The kneeling mammal builds up a rhythm, picking up a gradual but inevitably speed. Fann watches the tiger-wolf's head bob back and forth with wet, slurping sounds along the way. He is easily getting over half of the horse's erection down his mouth and throat but holds back from pushing his lips against the equine's furry crotch. However, this is only because Solarian is working the other male into a fervour. Although it is clearly apparent what is happening on the outside, it is what is occurring internally with that tongue of his that is really putting the pressure down. He can feel what this is doing to the stallion as well, from the way his sack is clenching, drawing those testes closer to the roof of his taint, to the manner in which the organ is twitching and throbbing with greater eagerness with every pass made by his textured tongue and tight lips.

'Oh god... fuck, fuck, fuck.' Fann's lexicon continues to degenerate until he is making nothing more than grunts, hisses and whinnies.

Solarian squeezes those pendulous storehouses as he draws back one last time before now pushing his head forwards all the way. The bulging of his throat is obvious as he feels the flaring head of the massive male muscle breaching his stomach. Fann snorts and cries out in lustful abandon as he loses control, figuratively spinning out into an orgasm that undoes him. The tiger-wolf purrs as he feels the colossal cock spasming and growing yet even wider against his lips, tongue, mouth and throat. Swallowing around it helps to coax a flooding of white fluid as the equine unloads his seed down the greedy hybrid's gullet.

Even if he were to try and pull back now Solarian could not move. There is no need for Fann to use his hands in kneeling the male in place. His turgid horse dick has grown far too wide and has resulted in locking Solarian into place between his legs, kissing his crotch. All the tiger-wolf can do is swallow, his eyes tearing up whilst his paws continue to knead and cup those tensed loins as they noticeably shrink whilst unloading themselves. The hot spunk is pooling at the bottom of his stomach, its heat radiating outwards through walls of fat, muscle and skin. This is what it means to be a slut for cock unlike any other and Solarian loves every second of it.

Enough time passes for Solarian to start feeling the burning in his lungs, desperate for fresh air. But by now the equine's ejaculating spasms are dying die in intensity, the duration between each spurt growing longer and longer until the last drop is squeezed out with a whimpering sigh. The tiger-wolf eagerly pulls back for air, leaving a wet and floppy dick to flop from out of his mouth and slap between Fann's thighs. He eagerly gasps for fresh lungfuls of air as the horse takes a couple steps back, his bum resting against the partition to the driving cabin.

'W-What would you say if we tried something else?' Fann asks after the pair have caught their breath and noticing the hybrid's tightening pants.

'Like what?' Solarian asks with a feline's innocent stare.

***

This is not something that Fann normally shares with anyone else. Even among the partners he has had in the past, only a couple have ever been either kinky enough or close enough to trust with this. Really, he should not be doing it here and now, not with this person who he has known for less than twenty four hours. And yet spontaneity seems to be reigning as the storm continues howling outside. It only took a few moments once the foldout bed was set down.

'How do I look?' Fann asks.

'Like a vision.' Solarian says as he puts his hands to rest against the leather tight against the horse's thighs.

Half of the equine is bound up in tight, black leather. The other half, the best half, is exposed, the entire section spanning crotch, taint and ass. But the best part are the straps that he has had the tiger-wolf attach, tighten and tie to whichever parts of the recreational vehicle provides enough anchorage. Fann calls this his "tackle" and a way in which he can truly subject himself to his partner, male or female, leaving them in total control of what they do to his body.

Solarian had been trying to mask his excitement when the horse had taken out the leather gear. But now the furrier mammal is beaming and all but jumping up and down whilst he looms over the horse. His hands roam whoever they please as he checks the straps tied to the hooks along the tackle, ensuring that this equine is truly tied down on his back, legs raised and parted. With quite literal blinders on it is difficult for Fann to really keep track of what Solarian is doing all around him until he feels the tiger-wolf's paws upon him, tugging or groping wherever they make contact.

'Try wriggling for me.' Solarian asks and tries to resist growling with predatory glee as the horse starts squirming in bondage.

'I think it's tight enough.' Fann says.

'Good, now be a good boy and say aah.' Solarian commands as he sneaks around from Fann's blinded flank and stuffs a ball gag into his elongated mouth.

'Mmmh!' Fann mumbles as the tiger-wolf tightens the strap of the gag behind his head.

'Please keep this up, or I'm going to have to get nasty.' Solarian now says as he flicks the drooling head of the horse's erection, sending a momentary tinge of pain down its long length.

With the horse bound and gagged all for him, Solarian finally removes his own clothes out of sight of the horse. Fann can hear the soft clinking of a buckle or two, the soft rustling sound of fabric folding up and the wet slap of something falling and striking the side of the tiger-wolf's thigh. Solarian might not be any taller nor broader than a fine equine like Fann, but the hybrid's chimera genes do afford him some substantial male equipment that slaps between his legs happily. It has taken all of his self-control to not ruin his clothes, but now the tiger-wolf can and will let loose, though not in the manner that might be most expected.

The predator's instincts quickly bubble up to the surface. It is all there, from the way he stalks up and starts climbing up onto the horse, to the voracious smile on his face as claws dig into sensitive equine flesh. Fann has a distinct sinking sensation in the very base of his gut. Has he really just allowed himself to be bound, gagged and left to the mercy of a stranger who has a taste of red meat? This madness might be enough to make the big horse to panic, if not for the feeling of naked fur rubbing up against his turgid, whilst simultaneously feeling as well as smelling the overpowering precedes of the tiger-wolf's own throbbing erection.

'We are in a predicament together, aren't we?' Solarian comments coyly while he is not so subtly letting his colossal cock rub against Fann's, frotting without the assistance of anyone's hands.

Fann is playing the perfect victim. He squirms at the slightest touch from experienced and soft paws gliding around the circumference and length of his male flesh, probably from attempts to buck into the tiger-wolf's gentle grip. Then he starts making muffled attempts at equine vocalisations when Solarian's tail flicks around to brush against his face, cat hairs going up his flaring nostrils. And of course there is the tensing and flexing of every muscle and fibre in his body as Solarian tugs on one of the straps that goes from nipple to nipple, twisting his toro at the hips as if making an appraisal of produce at the grocery market.

There is even a moment now where Solarian deliberately makes the horse believe that he has interest in some especially disproportionate anal sex. Dipping both hands underneath the large man, the smaller mammal's paws squeeze and spread out Fann's cheeks. A couple claws go probing into the dark crevice there and this generates more frustrated writhing from the trapped male. Of course, it might be fun for Solarian to get some oil and try squeezing his dick up against the other man's buttocks. Perhaps with some flexing on the part of Fann, it might even be enjoyable. But, the truth is that Solarian is made for topping far more accommodating males than this generally average sized horse.

'Maybe I've played with my food long enough, hmm?' Solarian growls.

'Mmmn!' Fann replies.

If he had access to better equipment, and knew his partner better, the dominant male may have engaged in some caging or even sounding, along with a variety of anal masturbation aids and generous amounts of erotic flogging. However, right now he really only wants one thing and can be sure of receiving it in full. All of that teasing and self-helpings to handfuls of stallion booty has once again rendered his prey excited. Exceptionally so really, maybe more than before as Fann's dick reaches out across his restrained chest and nearly touches his chin. It looks painfully hard and with every heartbeat, the leviathan is oozing more of the musky equine pre-ejaculate that Solarian so hates to see going to waste.

The tiger-wolf rubs up, letting the fur on his naked chest do all of the stimulating he needs. More restrained excitement, more transparent and sticky liquid spurting out. Solarian brings his arms around and hugs the endowment against his pectorals, the fur under his chin brushing against the tip of the spear as he stares with puppy dog eyes back into the equine's. The tiger-wolf's paws dance wherever they please along the other man's shaft. Half of this is just more teasing, but the other half is sizing up and ensuring a sufficient amount of self-lubrication. Fann is just about primed and ready.

'Now don't you dare bust a nut now!' Solarian growls, the tip of his claws barely touching the equine's turgid flesh.

'Mmmn!' Fann struggles to say, his eyes wide with terror subdued only his own arousal.

Solarian gives the aching horsecock a last, longing kiss before getting up on his two legs. Fann can now very clearly see the semi-erect beast that the hybrid keeps to himself. His fat sheath is pulling back to reveal the pointed end of something that should not be physically possible on an anthro male of Solarian's stature and body mass. The tiger-wolf rolls his head around his shoulders, feigning being unaware of the equine's surprise and panic. He now bends forwards and grabs a loose end of one of the straps, intending to use it like a leash.

'Giddy up.' Solarian commands with his legs position either side of the horse's waist and pulls.

Fann's cock responds by twitching, maintaining a nearly perfect horizontal position to his waist and pointing vertically upwards to the hybrid male. Solarian now starts squatting down very slowly whilst using his other hand to reach down and carefully guide the forefront of the other man's meat. Both make strangled noises as the head of Fann's equine malehood begins squeezing between the bottom edge of Solarian's buttocks. The tiger-wolf exercises his glutes as he continues to descend, enjoying the feeling of the thick and slick meat as it starts spreading his cheeks.

Suddenly the horse kicks wildly against his restraints, whether involuntary or not, this elicits a skittish and almost feline response from Solarian. The dominant male panics, moves one paw a little too close to the edge of the confined space and slips. What was going to be a very gradual and even laborious task of assuming a cowgirl position atop his captive host now becomes a sudden and brutally horizon expanding plunge. Solarian's howling most definitely overpowers the sound of the storm outside as he almost every inch that Fann has to offer violently jammed up inside of his tight orifice and rectum under the force of gravity acting upon his own bodyweight.

'FFFFFFFFFFFUCK!' Solarian expresses himself after a deep breath and regaining the use of linguistics.

Remaining as still as possible Solarian shuts his eyes and breathes deep and rhythmically. His internals are adjusting, accommodating to the intrusion of the horse's long, thick and pulsating shaft. With each beat of the other man's heart Solarian can feel his erogenous prostate teased with the head of that ready to flare up stallion sausage. Inevitably his hands find their way to his dick and the hybrid starts working his dick whilst sitting squarely on top of another.

Fann continues to squirm around, the straps digging into the skin and tissues, muscle and fat alike, underneath his short fur. This position and state of naked entrapment is only exciting him all the more. His dick feels as though it is ready to explode, though his loins remain reluctant to give up their charge. All of this is just satisfying the male on top who starts to grind his cheeks down against the horse's crotch, rubbing back and forth.

'Okay then,' Solarian says between pants, 'time to really do this!'

What now follows takes an extraordinary amount of self-discipline from one who is teetering on the edge of one surge of erotic sensation only to crash into another. Using both of his arms Solarian hugs his tremendously oversized endowment to his abdomen and chest. As he does that he starts to push with trembling thighs until he starts lifting off of that amazing phallus that has stretched him out nice and loose. The kinetic feeling of it partially sliding out and his internal cavity trying to cave back in on itself brings a shiver all the way down to the tip of his tail.

'I so fucking needed this.' Solarian tells his equine toy before lowering himself back down.

Both men are trapped in the heat, musk and very physical contact of the other. But, it is Solarian who conducts the tempo of the melody here. Through grunting and straining he moves his body up and down. With each cycle he can feel his insides stretched, filled and violated with every inch of the stallion's erection. Similarly with each cycle Fann can feel the tight, sickened hole envelop around him, and the soft impact of the tiger-wolf's burdened loins as their plump and furry exterior plops down on top of his abdomen.

Even as he uses the horse as a living, feeling sex toy, Solarian is also engaged with working his own turgid meat cannon. It throbs, spurts and grows ever longer and thicker in the boundary of his hands and arms. Fann can now not only smell the other man's musky pre-ejaculate, watches as it drips down and starts soaking into the white fur of his chest. As the hybrid's unreal erection continues to extend those hot drops start falling onto his neck and now his he'd too, making the black parts of his fur more sticky and moist than they already were from perspiration. He sweats though he does not see, he can also feel the tiger-wolf's juices drip onto part of his blond mane; clearly he is going to need to use a lot of shampoo after this.

To his credit Fann is still holding off his own orgasm as Solarian quickens the pace. In fact, Fann is such a master of his own body and the tiger-wolf is so impulsive, that it is beginning to look like the dominant party will be the first to pop. Solarian rocks back and forth, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he hugs his dick, lifting back up against his bare chest. He licks it and tastes his own potent essence, stuck between enjoying the equine and himself. This erogenous action is the final straw that breaks the camel's back, or rather the hybrid's bank of sperm. Fann knows before the event that the eruption is coming, due to the feeling of the tiger-wolf clenching around him and the sudden cessation of all hip movement, bar the small amount of mobility offered the bound stallion.

Fann gawks up at the half tiger, half wolf, as Solarian hugs both arms around his mammoth member. Every vein is popping out as the leviathan throbs to the drumbeat of his pounding heart. Loins start contracting and the equine watches as the organ visibly expands from the base, knot flaring to its fullest before the sign of passing fluid continues upwards. Solarian might be screaming a terribly self-congratulatory roar as he detonates all over himself in a white mess; Fann is not sure as he is distracted by a further tightening of the other man's sphincter around his aching horsecock.

He is so enraptured by his own ejaculation that is striking the ceiling of the cramp RV that Solarian is almost obvious to a secondary detonation on the part of Fann. The horse clenches down against the ball gag, every muscle in his body contracting in useless exertion as he thrusts upwards and blows load after load deep inside of the perverted hybrid. Both males are now lost in their orgasms on an epiphany-scale, as well as in the touch of each other. Semen is getting everywhere, not only from Solarian's tremendous load but that which is leaking back down along the horse's fuck rod and seeping into fur and fabric with equal haste.

Having drained both himself and the submissive equine, Solarian slumps down. His heavy but softening dick helps to cushion his fall as he purrs like a kitten atop the restrained horse. Fann is still breathing heavy, gasping for air through flared nostrils and the hole drilled into the soft synthetic ball strapped into his mouth. It has been far too long since he has last known such a rush and now the long sleepy post-coital high as he feels his lover's body against his own. Were his arms and hands free the horse might cuddle with Solarian, but right now all he can do is sigh and mumble something gently as the big fluffy cat closes his eyes and starts nodding off whilst the semen begins to dry.