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The chill wind whipped down the street and tossed Marcus's wild mane around before continuing on its way down the busy urban street. The streetcar was late. Again. That meant Marcus was going to be home late. Again. Angeline, his wife would bitch at him about being late, as if he could control the metro system singlehandedly. Hardly the case for an equine stock broker. He sighed looking down at his Rolex. Five fifteen PM. Ten minutes late. Now he'd miss the six ten express subway as well. He'd have to catch the normal six twenty out to Farrington which would get him home about two hours late. To hell with these long commutes.

The horse sighed gustily again thinking about his wife. What had happened? They'd only been married for two years, but already things were changing. He, the wild young stallion had finally completed his degree and got a nice job with a firm trading stocks. It made good money, but it was a world away from what he'd wanted to be. His wife, sweet Angeline, the sweet Piebald he grew up with turned into a raucous hoyden in college. They'd been friends, and then lovers, and now, married.

And that was the problem wasn't it? She'd changed. He'd changed. The wild enthusiasm of youth was being slowly crushed by the wheels of reality. A nice nine to five, a good solid income, a nice house on the edge between Urban and Suburban, and of course the daily routine. Up at 6, breakfast at 6:40, out the door by 7:00, and at work by 8:30. Lunch with the guys, on the streetcar at 5, the express 6:10 out to home, then a quick drive home. Dinner at 7:45, in bed at 9, and if he was lucky a nice hard rut before bed. They'd compromised after the first year of marriage as they both were young. She had a penchant for some kinky stuff Marcus couldn't get his mind into, and he, well, sometimes like to chase young male tail.

Marcus shifted as his sheath swelled at the thought. The last one had been another equine. The son of one of his co-workers. That had been one hot company picnic!

"Ah, excuse me, is this where I can take the train to the subway?" The voice was timorous. The equine turned his head and looked down. His breath caught. The young cheetah was absolutely breathtaking. The taught feline form was framed by a sports jersey, a black backpack was slung over one shoulder, and the sport shorts allowed the lithe muscular thighs on glorious display, the black spotted markings on the fur mesmerized your eye. The face was full of kindness, and inquiry. Marcus realized he was staring and closed his mouth with an audible snap.

"Y-yes, you take the Williams street train down to 18th. Then you get off, cross the street, and head down the stairs." The horse noted that the young male cheetah nodded and pulled out a transit map studying it with a frown.

"Fuck, well, I'm going to be late." The cheetah sighed, setting his backpack down. Marcus chuckled. He'd always been bi. It was in his nature to appreciate all forms, and he couldn't help but cheer inwardly that he'd be enjoying this form, at least with his eyes for a while on his way home.

"Late? What could you be late for out in the suburbs?" Marcus found a nickering chuckle as that comment escape from his lips. The cheetah looked up smiling. "A date, I think. Well that's what it's supposed to be. I live on the other side of town, and I'm supposed to meet them out at their house before we go out to dinner." The spotted ears splayed to the side. "I just hope being late isn't a dis-qualifier for dinner."

Marcus let his eyes roam a little more over the spotted form. Tight arms, strong shoulders, a nicely formed chest, those nice muscular legs. If the guy fit the stereotype he'd be in track. By the looks of him he was college aged as well. Probably only a few years younger than Marcus.

The previous thoughts of his last conquest plumped his sheath, but his studious examination of the young feline was causing it to fill out, rather uncomfortably. He shifted a little as his crotch became a bit confined, the sensation making him uncomfortable in his slacks. Fucking corporate suits!

"Well" Marcus coughed into his paw "I think you'll be forgiven for the sins of the Metro. Its not your fault." He grinned down at the feline who returned the smile with one of his own as the clanking rush of the streetcar came to their ears. Marcus turned and looked at the sleek silver train as it rumbled down the tracks to their stop. It was apparent that the train was almost full to bursting as it squealed to a stop. The doors slid open with a mechanical hiss and warm air bathed their faces. The cheetah stepped in, and quickly found a seat. Marcus looked around and sighed as it was standing room only as the rest of the furs at the stop piled in. The horse took up a position near the feline facing the younger cheetah.

"I never introduced myself. I'm Marcus." He smiled holding out his hoof. The return grin from the cheetah was genuine. "Lonnie." The paw was warm in his as they shook genially. The train lurched forward and the feline jerked his arm back out of surprise. Marcus realized he'd just inadvertently been pulled forward and had pressed his groin to the feline's muzzle. He froze "Ah....sorry..."he murmured pulling back, trying to get his hoofing on the rocking train. "No problem" came the rushed quiet reply. In reality Marcus was far from sorry. For one moment he imagined what it would be like to bury himself as far as he could into a nice warm and willing feline maw.

He was getting hard, and very pinched now. Lonnie was staring straight ahead, and into Marcus's crotch. He'd caught a nice muzzlefull of musky stallion, and he was more than willing to admit to himself he liked it. He had been with any number of males, but never an equine. He'd just never found one he liked. Until now. An sensual smile caused his lips to curl a bit over his sharp canines. He could readily imagine was a nice mature equine cock would taste and feel like. Warm, thick, gliding against his tongue, the bumpy ridges of the flare teasing his tongue. Oh it would be heaven. These thoughts were causing him to harden and begin to leak a bit as he sat there on the train.

Marcus's stubborn equine brain was spinning around and fixated on one thought. Getting into the young feline's maw. He wished there was a way. He wished he could sneak the young male into his bedroom for some fun. He couldn't though. His wife would find out, and he'd be in trouble. Rule one. No bringing others home. Find your fun elsewhere. Oh he wouldn't be in as much trouble as he would be if it was a female though. The rules were convoluted. No females for him, no one in their bed and home, always come home to sleep, never give out the house phone (cell only). It helped their relationship that there were friends before being lovers, and friends and lovers before husband and wife.

The train continued down the tracks stopping time and again for more furs on their afternoon commute home. After the third stop the rain began to beat against the windows. The overcast sky had decided to unload its wet contents into the city at last, adding to the drearily cold weather enough to make all the commuters glad that they were inside the train. After eight more stops, Marcus and Lonnie were aware they were only one of several pairs left as they made their way to the final stop.

The sedan had swerved on the wet pavement just enough to cause it to nudge into the side of the train causing the rear wheels to derail. The train squealed and shuddered as it came to a rather abrupt stop.

"Ah fuck!" Marcus exclaimed. Now he'd never make the subway through public transit, and he was stuck. He'd have to hail a cab and spend a fortune, and he'd have to leave the cute young....

"Damnit, I'm never going to make it now!" Lonnie wailed throwing his arms up dramatically. Marcus grinned to himself. "Well, now I'll have to take a cab. Where are you going? I could have the driver drop you off," the pony offered. The thought of sitting next to the young feline for a half hour alone in a cab was very appealing to the horse. He could feel blood rush anew to his aching cock at the tantalizing prospect.

Lonnie smiled. Time alone with the equine sounded like music to his pointed ears. Maybe he could get to know the horse a little more and see if he'd like to maybe hook up some time. He'd be able to add another species to the notches in his belt. "Ash and Wilson." The feline responded gathering up his belongings. The badger conductor was walking down the isle apologizing profusely to the furs still on the train. No harm done though. A fur could make a fortune suing the city for this, but Marcus was more interesting in possible payouts of another kind.

Marcus raised an eyebrow at that. The young feline was headed to his own neighborhood. A quick call on his cell phone assured him a cab would be at their destination in moments. "Good, the cab will be here shortly. I'll have them drop you off. Its only a block or two away from where I live." Marcus thought hard as he spoke. The chestnut stud knew several furs in his neighborhood who were gay, and he thought he knew who the feline was going to go out on a "Date" with. It wouldn't be a "Date" and Marcus knew that the late middle aged canine misrepresented himself online. Marcus hoped to at least make Lonnie's trip out to the suburbs worth his while, if not today, then another time.

The cab arrived, and the two piled in. "Ash and Wilson in Farrington please" Marcus intoned to the canine driver who only nodded. The radio was tuned to the local news station, and the cab smelled like cabs everywhere. Sweat, musk, and the grime of a long day permeated the older cab. Marcus huffed as he sat down, re-adjusting himself. His equine cock plumped out and began to lengthen down his leg. HE sighed as the constricting nature of his pants relaxed in the new position. He draped his arm over the back of the seat as Lonnie sat down. Marcus felt his cock twitch in appreciation as the fit male sat down next to him in the confined space. The soft feline leg fur brushed against Marcus's kakhi pants.

The car lurched forward as the driver set the fare meter speeding up to match the traffic around them.

"So....ah....are you going to school?" Marcus decided on small talk as he thought of what kind of move he was going to make. This cab ride was going to cost a pretty penny, but he had the money to spare. He'd have to explain to Angeline as to why he smelled like cab as well as explain why he was late.

The feline nodded swallowing. He let his paw rest on his left thigh, a little outward letting his little claw brush against equine's pant leg. A soft twitch under the fabric indicated the equine felt the touch but he didn't shy away at all. "Yeah, I'm a senior." The pony caught his breath for a second. "I was held back several years as we moved a lot when I was a kit."

Marcus relaxed. "So you're, what, twenty?" Lonnie nodded, "yup, all legal, even if I'm still in high school." The equine chuckled. "That's....hot."

It sounded lame to the pony even as he said the lame pickup line, but an appreciative purr met his ears. "Hot?" Lonnie let his paw slide into the stallion's thigh. There was a definite twitch, and as he glanced down, he could definitely see the outline of one very long, thick equine shaft on the inseam near his claws.

"Heh, yeah, I mean come on. " Marcus chuckled boring his eyes into the slitted green cat eyes. "Sexy young high school cheetah, slightly older bigger-brother equine business type? That's ho....ot!" Marcus jerked his head as a very warm paw slipped over his length. "Oh..." he said weakly. He planned on seducing the cheetah and didn't expect to have the flirting game go from opening salvos to outright warfare so quickly. The canine driver met his eyes in the rear view mirror, and the pony thought he could see a smirk on the muzzle from where he was.

"You're right...that is....hot." Lonnie purred feeling his own crotch grow moist with need as his thick barbed cock emerged from his sheath. This was almost too easy.

The equine grunted and shifted a little slipping his sports coat off his broad shoulders, and laying it down on the seat next to him, leaving it a bit rumpled. The growing stain well down his pant leg belied his growing arousal as the feline continued to purr and kneed his sharply clawed paw against the throbbing member. Lonnie let one claw gently stroke against the ridged head. Marcus huffed out his velveteen lips. "Fuck yes....." he whispered as he breathed.

Chuckling the feline scooted around and leaned his head down and brushed his nose gently against the inseam of the slacks. The musk of a long work day greeted his nose as his whiskers twitched. The scent was sending little trills of pleasure down his spine. Now this was a strong male, potent in his need and the earthy musk sang in his muzzle begging him to help the equine with his needs.

Lonnie was happy to oblige. With a deft paw he reached up and began to unhook and pull on the belt holding the equine's slacks in place. He could care less about the cab driver. The goal of his desires was in front of him. That extra notch in the proverbial belt as it were. Equines were hard to land after all. He desperately wished he had longer than a simple hour cab ride, but that just made the experience all the sweeter. He'd savor this experience as much as he could.

The belt lazily flopped to the side, and with a practiced twist Lonnie got the button undone. Marcus was not an innocent and hefted his hips forward and up, allowing the feline to gently pull the offending garment down as far as possible. The muscular equine legs were taught with train as the close slid down them with a soft hiss. The smell of aroused equine filled the back of the cab drowning out the stink of work day grime and replacing the flat stench with the rich aroma of stallion.

Marcus smirked. This young cat knew what he was doing. With his slacks down around his fetlocks, he let himself down slowly, careful not to let his pendulous nuts get caught between him and the seat. With a soft sigh he rested back against the seat, his work shirt a little sticky with sweat now from his arousal. The purr next to him was a rich music to his ears. With a practiced hoof he gripped his thick equine cock and gave it a lazy stroke and squeeze. "Oh yes little kitty, I think I like you...." He whispered. Another glance to the rear view mirror showed the canine was glancing back every now and then, and the angle of the mirror had changed to allow the middle aged canine a front row show.

"Oooh yes....same here..." Lonnie purred. His spotted paw darted out and took over the ministrations as he let his muzzle fall to the thickly flared head. He was having a problem getting his paw to reach all the way around the shaft, but he wasn't about to complain at all. With a rich sumptuous banquet in front of you, it didn't do to complain about the overly large portion sizes. His tongue slid across the bumpy flare lapping at the slickly sticky pre that coated the tip of the equine rod like honey. "Mmmm" he purred savoring the rich manly taste.

Marcus's mane shivered in pleasure. "Fuck..." he nickered. This young feline knew what he was doing. The raspy tongue might have been too much for an inexperienced equine, but for Marcus it was heaven. He sighed out his nostrils as they flared. He breathed in the scent of equine and feline. A nice spicy rich scent. He felt his cock drool copiously at the thought. Such a hot smell. He lazily opened his eyes and glanced down. Lonnie was expertly running his tongue down his length, lingering at his sheathlips. He nickered in pleasure as the kitty delved into the soft leather of his sheath skin burring his nose. Marcus let his hoof paw rest gently on the feline's head. "Ohhhh yes...."

The feline began to purr louder. "Sooo good" he enthused with a muffled mewl. Marcus groaned in bliss. Angeline wouldn't do this. He sighed at the thought, but well, at least he had permission to find furs who could do things he loved as did she. He may not find what he loved with his friend and wife, but at least he could find it elsewhere if he needed, and this handsome young cheetah was perfect in his ministrations. He didn't lap like a puppy, or dive in like some inexperienced fur, he lingered, licked, and caressed with his tongue softly caressing the equine cock through the sheath lips letting his tongue go where no paw could touch.

Lonnie was in heaven. He'd dreamed of equines and getting to do this, but had never found one he really liked. The slightly older and broad draft stallion was now right in front of him and under his paw. Now that he was getting to experience one, he didn't want just notch in his belt. He wanted an entire belt of equine wrapped around his slender waist. Reluctantly he withdrew from the leathery depths and began the long journey along the shaft to the flare with his dexterous tongue. His paw gripped the medial ring and gave it a squeeze as he let his tongue trace around it.

Marcus moaned a whicker at the cat. "Oh fuck yes Lonnie....sooo....ah.....fucking good...." Marcus allowed his hoof to scritch at the feline ears. The little tufts of black at the tips mesmerized him. The left one twitched at his praise.

The horny cheetah began to seriously work over the long equine cock. He let his paw rub the slick pre juices into the meat, his paw pads growing slick er with each pass. His maw worked over the head, focusing on the ridges of the flare. The equine chest heaved and the soft whinny was music to the feline ears making him redouble his efforts.

"Mmmm so tasty.." he purred. The rod twitched and throbbed in his paw, a huge drop of pre meeting his thin feline lips. His tongue rasped across the slit as he lapped at the liquid moaning at the taste. "Oh yes horsey.....good horsey...." he purred.

Lonnie felt the thighs tense under his paws, sliding as much of the flare and shaft as he could into his muzzle when suddenly the flare blossomed locking itself inside his mouth. The sudden stream of stallion cream flooded his mouth. He desperately began to swallow. It was that or choke on the foal seed flooding his muzzle. The thick liquid glided down his throat, the taste rich and masculine and a sweet aftertaste that overwhelmed his senses.

Marcus bucked his hips as his orgasm hit him, tossing his head and snorted out a shrill whinny letting the world know he'd just claimed his mare. With a quick glance down he watched Lonnie valiantly try to swallow his load and knew the kitty would quickly be in trouble. With a grunt and slightly painful yank he pulled his substantial cock free just as the second volley shot hitting the cheetah in the face. "Fuck!" Marcus whinnied again.

Rope after rope of cum rained down on the feline hitting him in the face, the back of the head, and the chest. The smell of stud cum filled the now humid cab, the scent flooding their senses. Marcus's head swam at the mating instincts he felt. His marking was all over the cab and the feline. His mare would stink of his mark for days. He arched his neck proudly at the thought. He bent down and bit his mare on the scruff of his neck electing a soft mewl from the feline.

"God you can cum!" Lonnie chuckled. The cat whipped his shirt off and began wiping the cum from his head as the pony parted his teeth, letting the cat go. "I stink of horse!" He complained. Marcus chuckled. "Well, what did you think was going to happen?"

The feline looked up at Marcus with a grin. "Well you ponies sure can cum, I've just never experienced it in person." Marcus smiled looking down. His shirt and pants were soaked in his cum.

"A-hem."

The bass voice broke Marcus's reverie. "Wilson and Ash I believe? We've been here for ten minutes?" The canine driver said calmly. A light smell of canine musk met Marcus's nose, and he realized that the canine had passed the time by being a willing observer. The strong smell of equine and feline had a light after smell of canine cum.

Lonnie's little kitty eyes grew round. "Ah....right...um....my date....I think I'll ah....just take this cab home after you get out," he said to Marcus. "I think I need to change my clothes."

The equine chuckled and nodded stuffing his still half hard cock back into his slacks. "Yeah..." he said ducking his head. Marcus quickly gave the directions to his house to the driver of the cab, and in a couple of minutes the car stopped in front of his modest home. He handed some large bills over to the driver.

Marcus hefted his cum soaked form out of the cab and leaned back in before shutting the door. "Uh, Lonnie, um, thanks. Maybe I'll see you on the train again?" The business card he held out disappeard into the feline paw.

Lonnie smiled toothily. "You bet." The cab door shut with a satisfying thunk, and the canine driver turned the cab around and drove off. Marcus made his way into his home, laying his sports coat down on the table next to the door.

"Well you're home....late?" Angeline walked over cocking her black and white head to the side as the took the sight of her cum soaked stallion. Marcus smirked and began to unbutton his shirt feeling his sheath plump up again.

"Sorry hon, it was a hell of a commute."

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