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Tasting Session

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

The vulpine sprawled across the full length of the two-seater sofa, hind paw kicked up over the arm. Dark, the red fox, wore a loose pair of jeans with a hole in the knee, though a casual observer would not be able to tell whether the article of clothing was worn from use or if it was a fashion choice of youth. Rolling his head back against the cushions, he scowled as his glasses slipped down his muzzle from his reflective eyes, not quite held in place by the clips just below his ears. They were a constant annoyance, even if necessary, scratching and tugging Dark's bright coat with no care or regard for his comfort.

The fabric beneath Dark's bare heel was worn, a charred circle denoting where a cigarette butt had dropped and nearly set the whole piece on fire, once upon a time, by a friend who had been swiftly scolded. Dark rolled his eyes. That friend hadn't been back in a little while. His ears twitched, the interior flushed with pink in the flat that could have been considered just a little too warm for comfort. He fingered his ears, criss-crossed with the implication of veins, conscious of every small noise in the flat and particularly a very large disturbance plopped in the centre of his living room floor.

A black horse sat in front of the sofa with his legs crossed and an empty packet of some branded crisps on his left side. With a bright yellow mane standing out against his darker coat, Lucky was not an equine who could be missed, large hooves tucked together neatly as he focused on his game. He wore no shirt, unlike the fox, and the arc of an upward curved golden horseshoe rose proudly in the small of his back. The horse was yet to impart to him whether the marking was a genetic kink or simply a fur tattoo.

Lucky reached for the packet of crisps without looking away from the flat screen, staring unblinkingly as characters and images that Dark had no interest in danced across his line of sight. Groping, he dug his fingers into the crinkly bag - Dark's ears flicked up - and mumbled to himself in discontent as he found it to be empty. The fox's muzzle wrinkled at the noise, lips curling up at the side a fraction that would only be noticed by the most observant. The game made his ears hurt, a tingling pain folding them back to his skull. Blood pounded painfully as if against his very eardrums. The sound was too loud, far, far too loud.

Lucky turned his head, catching sight of the lounging Dark, and hit the 'pause' button on his game, now a menu scroll struck across the centre for the pause screen. As he moved, the beaming sun on his right cheek came into view, 'rays' squiggling out from the orb. Dark unfolded his ears and wondered if that was a tattoo or natural too. It was always so difficult to tell with furries. Regardless, it was something that set the equine apart so drastically that he was simple to tell apart in a crowd, even if his height did not have him tower over the more compact, put together fox.

Lucky licked his lips, blue eyes bright and a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He himself was purely infectious and Dark felt his own lips moving in response.

"Hey."

Dark closed his eyes.

"Hey," Lucky said again, twisting further around.

The fox shrugged and heaved a sigh, eyes resolutely closed against the interruption.

"Hey."

Dark's lips curled up in the faintest semblance of a growl.

"What?"

"You're ignoring me," the horse said, a droop in his ears. "Don't you want to play anymore?"

"Mm..." Dark shook his head nonchalantly. "Played it before. Completed it too."

"Show off," Lucky grumbled. "Just because you have so much time to sit here and play games."

"I have no more time than you, I'm just better at that one than you are. Right now anyway."

Lucky's eyes narrowed, glinting. Dark's breath caught. One could lose themselves in those eyes, if they were so inclined, falling deeper and deeper with not a soul to catch them.

"Fine, I'll go get something to eat from _your_kitchen then," Lucky huffed. "If you're going to be like that! Sheesh..."

The horse scrambled to his hooves, dropping painfully to a knee before succeeding in the endeavour, and stalked through to the kitchen. With a cocky flick to his tail, he clip-clopped dully over linoleum, the kitchen only a few steps away in the reasonably sized flat, and dug into the fridge, humming a tune. His tail swished as he searched out something edible to devour, the scent of food emanating from within stimulating the rise of saliva in the fox's muzzle. He licked his lips as Lucky grunted, digging deeper into the contents of the vessel. Though Dark's fridge was well-stocked, a carnivore's diet left much to be desired.

Unknown to Lucky, the fox silently rose and stalked him out to the kitchen. Peering around the doorframe, Dark licked his lips again, pink tongue snaking out over his muzzle as if to recall a particular flavour. The scent of equine hung heavy in the air and, with the horse's back to him, he padded soundlessly forward until his arms wrapped tightly around Lucky's midsection, squeezing him to his chest. The horse shuddered and gave a high-pitched whinny that would have been more suited to a mare, tail flicking against Dark's lower abdomen. The fox nuzzled into the back of his neck, the highest point he could reach without stretching up, and inhaled deeply, tongue playing across the bottom point of the equine's mane.

"What are you doing?"

Lucky shivered, closing the silver fridge door with some difficulty as he stepped back, manoeuvring with difficulty in the small, cramped kitchen. It was barely a kitchen - more of a kitchenette. As he moved, he pressed Dark back against the kitchen counter and the fox smirked, grabbing the horse by the arm and spinning him around. Off-balance, Lucky squeaked as he was handled, ears slanting to the sides as he looked down at the fox, arms obediently by his sides. Confident that he had the horse exactly where he wanted him, Dark licked his nose with the very tip of his tongue.

Muscles twitching, Lucky's ears swivelled to face forward, eyes as wide as the equine could possibly make them. Moving the horse as if he had no will of his own, Dark reached up to his forelock and twined his fingers into it, turning the equine's head to the side, sun flaring up on his black cheek. Dark brushed it with his lips, tongue lapping sensually over the marking and working down to the horse's muzzle, covering every inch in adoring licks, savouring the unique taste of equine.

The fox murred. He should have done this with Lucky a long time ago. An equine proved to taste simply divine. The horse stood stock still, eyes half closed as Dark's tongue dipped into his nostrils, sweeping within the comma to a smooth glimmer of illicit equine. Stifling a snort, Lucky instinctively tried to pull back, kept with his head bent forward by Dark's strong paw in his mane. The fox chuckled and lathered Lucky's entire muzzle, not sparing his lips or the underside of his jaw, working his way down to his neck.

"Oh..." Lucky trembled, nostrils flaring. "That feels...very strange..."

Dark smirked.

"Good strange?"

The equine shook as Dark licked down his chest, tongue curling and flicking about each nipple in turn as he paid his dues to every inch of horse flesh he had at his disposal. Lucky bit his lower lip, blunt teeth digging in lightly, as Dark made his way over the smooth stomach, a layer of fat covering abdominals that could have been sharply defined if only the horse was more careful over his own diet. One would have thought a herbivore would be stricter but it was seemingly not the case with the cute colt.

"Yes...I guess..." Lucky moaned, the front of his jeans tenting out in a subtle bulge as his body told more than his words.

"Just relax," Dark advised, turning the horse about so that he was the one pressed against the counter. "Enjoy. It cannot be that bad to get a tongue bath from a willing fox, can it?"

He fluttered his eyelashes, masking the sound of his stomach growling with a small yip. Not knowing what to stay, Lucky fell silent, letting the smaller fox bend him over the counter and slide down his jeans. Though his cock sprang out from his loose boxer-shorts, mottled pink and black and spurting pre cum over the lower unit cupboards, it was not Dark's focus, at least to begin with. He had an entire horse to lavish attention upon.

The fox nuzzled into the stallion's buttocks, though the treat between went unnoticed. Working his way over the muscled rump, he yipped to himself as he took his pleasure, cock soft in the wrappings of his own jeans. Paws kneaded and squeezed prime flesh as he worked his way down a pair of legs ending in black hooves with a yellow stripe slashed across each. Dark lifted each hoof in turn to his muzzle and played his tongue over the underside, dipping in to tease along the edge of the equine 'frog' and then the harder hoof itself, smooth on the edges from walking barefoot all day. Anthro horses rarely needed shoes.

He nuzzled and licked over muscle, letting his tongue flick and curl around, pulling back with luxurious laziness as if he had all the time in the world to enjoy his horse, the equine with the throbbing cock. Lucky's breath came in short pants, breath clawing through his lungs, which convulsed with every breath. He flexed his paws and curled them into fists, blood searing with heat as it raced through his veins to every corner of his body, the very tips of his ears on fire. His head was giddy and the room swam around him as the fox lapped up his back with a quiet whine, taking everything he could get and more.

Pushing his muzzle over the equine's shoulder, Dark pressed against his back, crotch against Lucky's rump. The equine moaned as Dark nuzzled around and dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of Lucky's collarbone, dragging his tongue up over his Adam's apple, a thick bob in the centre of his throat.

Nickering, Lucky murmured as the fox drew his muzzle back, using his position to explore his face intimately with his tongue, nostrils flooded with the scent of horse. His tongue thrust into the horse's nostrils, driving in deeper to the smooth warmth as he took in the taste, a concoction that was as intoxicating to him as alcohol. A fox wouldn't help what he liked. Lapping within the orifice slowly and sweetly, Dark murred, his eyes lidded in contentment, tail wagging. As his stomach churned and growled, near enough begging him to go further than he intended. Sometimes the fun was just in a little bit of a taste. Or more.

Running his paw up the horse's side, damp from the thorough and extensive tongue bath he had been given, Dark grinned and nipped his throat, drawing the tiniest drop of blood. Just a taste. He lapped over the bite a heartbeat later, the salty-sweet droplet as delectable as the finest wine the world had to offer upon us lips. The equine's eyes were wide, the whites showing, a prey animal knowing when he was in the grasp of a predator. Lucky's muscles gleamed in the harsh overhead light, salvia glinting off his black coat. He would have been a feast indeed, if Dark had chosen to go that far. Not tonight. He had better plans for the 'lucky' horse. Lucky quivered, snorting.

"Hush, horse..." Dark winked and caught his ear lightly between his teeth, tugging as blood roared in the equine's ears, heart pounding against his ribcage, near enough about to jump out of his chest. "This is just for us. Relax. Enjoy."

A ripple running through his body from ears to tail, Lucky complied, cock twitching as blood pumped, hardening his shaft and drawing blood from another much needed organ. Another creature would have fled if he knew the danger he was in, but the equine's cock demanded he stay put as the fox nibbled his ear and tickled the interior with his tongue, lapping deeper and deeper, tongue grazing veins plumped with blood. He could only imagine that something else would be going deeper and deeper very soon.

Nipping the edge of Lucky's ear, Dark lapped blood from his lips, groaning. He had to restrain himself... It was the only way. Dark's stomach gurgled against the horse and Lucky swallowed hard, closing his eyes against the white splash of fox-muzzle above his head, forcing him to stay quiet in place.

Bearing Lucky down to the linoleum floor, Dark smirked, lips quirking up as his glasses shifted askew, dipping his muzzle to the rod of horse-meat jutting up from Lucky's crotch, balls nestled in closer as if in offering. He had intended a completely full body tongue bath, after all. And who would waste such a treat? As he ran his tongue up the underside to a chorus of whinnies, the fox's tail twitched restlessly, hungry for more and saliva drooling on to the cock he paid his dues to. But only they would know what would come from their afternoon liaison.

The secret was all theirs.