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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 5: Horsing Around

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“You want [i]her[/i] to watch?” Harry asked, blinking a couple of times as he looked at his wife. “Well, that’s a new one on me. Usually the client wants the husband to watch while I fuck the wife.”

Roger nodded even as he blushed a bit, rubbing the back of his head. It wasn’t exactly what he had been planning on when he first got here, but at the same time, he had to admit that the idea of giving another guy a hard fuck…Well, with an audience too…

[i]Why not have them both?[/i] his damn dickbrain said. [i]You could easily do that. You saw how the cheetahs reacted. Bet you anything that they’d do it. And if they didn’t, you could always blackmail the landlord.[/i]

But that would make him a right royal ass, and he didn’t want to do that. Besides, there was no guarantee that every species on this side of the wall was going to treat him the same way. And blackmail…well, for as much as he was getting a freebie from the stallion, he doubted that it would extend to blackmailing his wife for sex. And Harry was a very, very big guy.

“Why do you want her to watch?” Harry asked.

“The honest reason or the nice reason?”

“M-Maybe both…” Jolene muttered, the mare squirming in her seat.

“Well, that’s fair enough…” Roger rubbed the back of his head again. “Um, the nice answer is because I already ordered your husband for the night, and I don’t want to be unfair about whatever deal you two have…and the second reason is because I’d probably fuck you in a second, if I had the option.”

“What? Really? I – I mean, um…how…crude…”

His landlady blushed, hiding behind her hands again and muttering about how stupid that must have sounded. And, while it kinda had, that wasn’t the reason he smiled. It was more just how cute and oblivious she was to how she was acting about all this.

Roger had to admit, sex with the Anthros hadn’t been on his list of things to do when he first crossed the wall, but now that they were all over him the way that they were, it was hard not to think of the possibilities when he looked at them. More than that, he was kinda starting to find that he had a few ‘types’ that he rather liked, and Ms. Watford and her husband were hitting a number of those buttons. Those big asses, the muscular curves, the possibilities of seeing them naked and finding out that they were just as keen on human cock as the cheetahs were…

The idea that maybe he could make them want his cock more than they wanted each other…

[i]Fuck you, dickbrain, fuck you.[/i]

He shook his head again, only to find Harry looking at him with a smirk.

“What?” Roger asked.

“Thinking with your dick?”

“Trying not to, actually.”

“Heh, you’re hiring a prostitute. Just go with the flow, and we’ll sort out the bill later.”

“That’s not why I’m trying to think with the big head, instead.”

“Oh?” Harry cocked his head to the side, crossing his arms as the mare continued to mumble into her hands, occasionally peeking through her fingers. “Then why?”

“Because things have been weird since I got across the wall, and I don’t want to…you know…take advantage of that.”

“…Weird, how?” Harry asked.

“Well, um…I can try showing you. Do you mind?”

“Does it involve fucking yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Then go ahead.”

“Sorry if this gets weird, Ms. Watford,” he muttered, getting up from his chair and approaching the couch.

As soon as he was close enough, he reached out and gently pressed his hands to either side of Harry’s neck. The dark-furred stallion hesitated for a moment, stiffening a little, but as Roger started to stroke his fingers up and down the sides of the horse’s neck, the prostitute started to relax. His slightly cocky smile faded away, replaced by a happy sort of expression, and his chuckles turned to satisfied whinnies. The stallion tossed his head lightly, then leaned forward, butting his head gently against Roger’s forehead.

It was exactly the sort of behavior that he had seen in domesticated, non-Anthro stallions on the other side of the wall. The right kind of neck pets and rubs were almost guaranteed to make any big horse start to relax, have some fun with their owner and rider. He kept up the pettings, moving his hands up and down the stallion’s neck, coming around to his chin for a few little scratches –

“Neeeei-he-hey…”

The stallion was making all kinds of happy sounds, and he was leaning in, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slightly, looking almost stoned. Roger knew that it was only going to get worse if he pushed it further, but the temptation to keep going, to push this stallion to be a good little pony that would follow him around for all kinds of fun, was still there. He hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to pull his hands back, shaking his head a few times. He even forced himself to step back so that he was no longer in reach of the stallion.

Harry collapsed, falling to the floor. He caught himself, thankfully, kneeling in place, but the evidence of how much he had enjoyed that was there for all to see. A stiff, throbbing prick that was on the verge of ripping through those extremely tight pants, and those balls…those balls were even bigger than they’d looked in the picture, looking full and fat.

The stallion huffed so hard that he almost thought that the big guy was going to grab him and rut him regardless of his better nature, and even Jolene stared at her husband in surprise. Her eyes were wide, her hand over the end of her muzzle, until Harry managed to shake his head, groaning as he came out of it.

“Harry?” Jolene asked. “Are…are you okay? You’re not…you’re not feral, are you?”

“N-no…No, I’m fine.”

The stallion groaned as he reached back with a shaky hand, huffing softly as he lifted himself back onto the couch. Roger was surprised at how much effort it took, and he could see that the horse was still huffing out his nose, trying to clear it of something or other. Perhaps he was still smelling human, and it was activating something in the back of his brain? Or maybe there was something else going on.

While Harry was obviously recovering, Jolene turned to him, her eyes wide.

“What…what happened to him? What did you do?”

“I…I just…” Roger looked at his hands. “I don’t know what happened. Commander André said that it was instincts. That some of you have…buried instincts, and that me being human, and doing certain things…”

“Instincts, huh?” Harry chuckled, much like a man coming down from an adrenaline rush. “Hooo, boy. Yeah. Instincts. Those were kicking in hard.”

“Harry, are you sure you’re okay?” the mare asked.

“Yeah. Oh, boy, yeah. I haven’t felt like that…well, ever…”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

Jolene stared at her husband for a moment or two before dragging her gaze over to Roger again. The human winced slightly, not quite sure what she was thinking from her expression. It was downright unreadable compared to her open-book husband, and he couldn’t tell if she was scared, angry, hurt, or just confused. Her face was like rock, completely blank and featureless.

He sat down again, not wanting to make it feel like he was pushing himself too much. After all, this wasn’t what he wanted to be doing.

Well, not what [i]he[/i] wanted to be doing. Dickbrain was loving the feeling of being so good that he had just blown every other experience the stallion had had out of the water, and wanted to take it further. But not at the cost of everything else that he had going for him right then. The last thing that he needed was to get his landlady pissed at him because he was –

“Keep going.”

Roger blinked at the mare’s command, and his eyes widened as she leaned back on the couch, running her hands down her sides towards her hips. She blushed, not quite reaching further down, not quite touching herself, but from the way that her fingers clenched around the edge of her skirt, it was clear that she wanted to. He sniffed the air, and he realized that there was more than a smell of rutting stallion in the air.

[i]Is she…is she turned on at the idea of her husband…[/i]

That had to be it, though he had never expected that to be a real thing. He had mostly been wanting to give her the chance to see what it was like with a human without her having to do the thing herself. But if she really wanted it…

He looked at Harry, wanting to make sure that the stallion was into it, but the male was already off the couch again, working on pulling off his pants. Roger blushed as he watched the zipper go down, followed by –

“Holy…shit…”

The human’s eyes just about bugged out of their sockets as he saw the cock that the big guy had. He had thought that the photos in the binder had been touched up a little, but if anything, that fat dick was even bigger in person than it was in the pictures. It had to be as long as his forearm, if not longer, and just about as fat. The head was flaring out already, thickening and growing wider by the second, and his cheeks burned as he realized just how big that was actually going to get. His eyes followed the curve of the shaft out from the horse’s groin, seeing the way that it was mottled with pink along the dark flesh, how the middle of the shaft thickened into a tight ring, then continued all the way to the flaring head.

[i]Holy…shit…[/i]

“I…I can’t help but feel a little inadequate compared to that thing,” Roger admitted.

“Heh, that’s what a lot of guys say,” Harry said, giving his cock a pump or two. “But we don’t have to do this with me on top. You wanted to show off with me on the bottom, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah…but…”

He gestured towards his own crotch. He had a boner, yeah, but that was a seven-incher compared to that massive thing, that massive, had to be longer than a foot thing.

“Not really gonna compare to that, is it?”

“Heh, bet you it does something when we get into those instincts. Now. You gonna get out of those pants, or do you want to play with things a bit, first?”

“Play with him,” Jolene said, her voice somewhere between a plea and a command. “I want to see…I want to see him get like that again…It was…pretty hot…”

She was off to the side, watching, and he could see her skirt rising. Her panties were just about sucked against her pussy, wet and dark, and it was clear that she was getting off on this in a way that none of them had probably expected when they’d entered his apartment. Whatever was going on, Roger planned on riding it all the way to the end.

With a deep breath and a huff to try and hide how embarrassed he felt, he shucked off his pants, pushing them down to his ankles and then kicking them off. His underwear came off in the same move, and both horses looked down at his crotch. Harry walked a bit closer, reaching down.

God, the difference in size. The feeling of the horse’s hand reminded him of how much taller Harry was than him, and how much broader across the shoulders. What would have taken at least a hand and a half to cover, the horse was able to do on his own. His fingers were thicker, a bit more blunt at the tips – almost like there was some sort of ‘hoof’ that had wrapped around it, he guessed – but the dexterity was still there, the ability to grip properly. Harry had him well in hand, giving him a few pumps, and Roger groaned.

“Heh…well, you definitely got some thickness, human. You want to see if you can stretch my hole?”

“Mmmph…not just…yet.”

He took a deep breath again, trying to calm down. He could feel himself getting harder, stiffer…wetter. Yes, there was pre down there, now. He smiled. That would do.

“Let’s start with…with a bit more of that stuff from earlier. Get you in the mood again.”

“Heh, you sure you want to do that? I was getting really riled up before; can’t promise it’s not going up your ass if you let me go.”

“I think I got an idea of how to make it work. Just, uh, get down on your knees. Face your wife.”

The stallion did as he was told, though it wasn’t without a bit of a cocky smirk. The way that the two equines looked at each other, it was impossible to tell that they hadn’t done something like this before. Certainly, Jolene was coming more and more out of her shell. She had pulled her skirt up completely now, and her panties were pushed off to the side. She had her fingers inside of her, spreading her plump pussy apart, and her juices were rolling down towards her asshole.

He tried not to look at her too much, knowing that he needed to focus on the stallion instead. Rather than just hurrying towards any sort of pleasure, he wanted to take his time. Experiment. Try out a few things.

Once more, he started the petting, dragging his fingers through the stallion’s mane this time. It took almost no time for the horse to start groaning under his breath, tossing his head idly, even moaning as he was stroked and groomed. From his position, it was easy for Roger to lean forward and see the big guy’s cock rising, throbbing, twitching just from this.

[i]He’s really getting into this…[/i]

Shaking his head, he took it just a bit further. Keeping the petting going, making sure that the stallion was both relaxed and turned on, he brought his free hand down to his own dick. He gripped it at the base, giving it a few more strokes so that his pre-cum was flowing again, then dabbed his fingers in it.

[i]Let’s see how this works…[/i]

As he reached the base of Harry’s neck, scritching and scratching at the top of the male’s spine, he brought his other hand forward, holding the pre-cum stained, musky fingers just under the horse’s hose. One breath –

“Nnngh…nnngh!”

And the stallion shot a string of pre-cum across the room, landing on the couch right beside Jolene. The mare’s eyes went wide, only for her to stiffen, spasming slightly around her finger.

[i]…Holy shit…[/i]

He hadn’t expected scent and petting to get the horse off so hard. Well, not get him off, he supposed. The stallion hadn’t cum, just had a hell of a pre-cum shot. But still, that was insane.

“Are…are you going to…f-fuck him, soon?” Jolene asked. “It’s…it’s free this time, but…oh god…”

“Heh…Thinking of actually becoming his pimp?” Roger asked.

“I don’t know, but…but seeing him under another guy…it’s…hotter than I expected…”

“Well, let’s see how much he likes something else…”

He tried to move his hand back, but Harry beat him to the punch, the stallion sticking out his tongue and licking the human’s fingers clean. As much as Roger might have been in charge, there was no getting his fingers back until Harry was done. The stallion licked them slowly, dragging his tongue along the digits, sucking on them even until they were completely cleaned of pre-cum.

Shaking his head, he patted the side of the stallion’s neck.

“Alright, big guy. Stand up.”

He wasn’t even aware that he had said it the way that he might have done to an animal until the words were out of his mouth, but it worked. The stallion was on his feet almost instantly, trotting back and forth on his hooves a few times until he was settled. Roger shook his head.

[i]I really, really should not be so turned on by that…[/i]

Yet, he was. And as he pushed Harry’s tail off to the side, he couldn’t help but throb a little as he stared at the pucker between the cheeks. It was a bigger, feral sort, the kind that one saw at farms all the time, and he blushed as his cock throbbed and swelled all the more as he imagined how that was going to feel wrapped around his shaft. He leaned in, taking a soft sniff, and was surprised that the sort of wet, musky smell that he expected wasn’t nearly as strong as he had anticipated. If anything, it was fairly mild, with a hint of heat and bitterness, but completely clean.

He rubbed his thumb up between the stallion’s ass cheeks, moving towards that swollen, puffy donut of a hole. His thumbs caught the edges of it, pulling on it, and Harry groaned.

“Not gonna…not gonna be easy…to fuck me from that…position,” the stallion tried to joke.

“Who said I’m fucking you right off the bat?”

“What do you – are you seriously going to – ah!”

The horse gasped as Roger darted his head in, dragging his tongue along that puffy little hole, dragging his tongue from the stallion’s taint all the way back to the hole proper. One hoof stomped hard, almost like a bratty kid, but it was all that the horse could do. Regular moans, pants, huffs of need filled the air as Roger put his tongue to work.

[i]You’re a sensitive little stallion, aren’t you?[/i] he thought as he dragged his tongue in a circle along that fat pucker, feeling it clench and release, clench and release already. [i]You like getting some attention to your ass.[/i]

He pressed his hands against the cheeks, trying to part them further, but the stiffening, twitching muscles in them were too strong for him to overcome. The only reason he could even reach the pucker was because it was more feral, pushed out between the cheeks rather than hidden between them. He dragged his tongue along that sensitive flesh, feeling the raised sides giving and then pushing back, squeezing, trying to pull something in.

The smell was surprisingly soft and mild, too. Animalistic, yes, with that musk that came from all males that lived in the barn, but without the dirty smell that came with it. Even when he pushed his tongue harder against that pucker, forcing it to bend in a little bit, the smell and taste didn’t turn foul as he half-expected. All he got was a bit of a fleshy taste, something a little wet, but no more. He kept pushing his tongue in further and further, stretching it forward until it made his mouth ache a bit, and the horse kept moaning for more.

“Oh god…he’s…he’s never been like…this…before,” Jolene said, her voice muffled between moans. “Oh god…he’s…is he going to…”

With a sudden whinny, the stallion did just what the mare had likely been expecting. Roger was caught in place, his head suddenly pinned beneath a tail that slammed down hard, the hair strands whipping along his back as the horse pushed back. His tongue was deep in that puffy pucker, and he could feel the big guy tensing up again and again, his body shaking, and the whinnies getting louder.

But through it all, he could hear the ‘splut splut’ sound of an orgasmic splatter, as well.

[i]Oh god, how much of a mess is this going to make?[/i] he thought, even as he kept thrusting his tongue along that pucker. He could feel the big guy shaking, stumbling forward, back, almost shoving his face deep between the cheeks.

Finally, just when they were about to risk the stallion pinning his head against the back of the chair with that muscular butt, Harry managed to calm down. The stallion panted, balancing again, and Roger was able to pull his head back. He gasped for breath, his eyes wide, his head spinning.

“Holy…”

“You…you okay?” Harry panted.

“Yeah…yeah, I’ll be okay. Just didn’t expect…ass-trap…”

“Heh…”

“I didn’t expect you to make him…”

Jolene’s words trailed off, and Roger winced. Oh, yeah. He had just made a big horse cum, and hard. The question was, how hard? He leaned to the side to look around the broad horse hips, and his eyes went wide.

One entire side of his couch was soaked in horse cum, the musky goo sinking into the cushions, drenching them, soaking them in the smell of animal sex. He stared, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the mess that was left behind, his mouth working soundlessly as he tried to find the words to address what had just happened.

But there were no words. It was just evidence of how hard he had worked the stallion. He looked up at his dark-furred acquaintance. Harry, to his credit, at least looked a bit embarrassed for what had happened.

“Um…I’ll pay for that.”

“We’ll pay for that,” Jolene corrected. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know…He’s made messes like that before, but…usually…um…”

“With a lot of clients, doing a lot of stuff,” Harry muttered. “Never had that happen with one person before.”

“Was he that good, Harry?”

“Um…you know that thing you do on my birthday, Jolene?”

The mare blushed, but nodded.

“Um…this was at least twice as good.”

The mare’s eyes bugged out, but rather than looking offended, she just looked at him. Roger felt the stare down at his dick, and then at his face, and his cock throbbed all the harder. Somehow, he imagined he was going to be getting a lot of visits from a suddenly rather liberated mare.

“…Fuck him,” Jolene whispered.

“What?” Roger asked.

“If he came that hard…if he made…that…just from your tongue…I want to see what a human…f-fucking him…will do.”

“Hon, I’m –”

“Harry. You made a mess for him. You might be tapped, but he’s not. And unless you want to see your wife making up for your mess, [i]personally,[/i] you are going to get on all fours and take it…”

This was a very different Ms. Watford than he had seen when he had checked in, and Roger wasn’t sure if this was a good or a bad thing. What he did know was that it was a hot thing, something that he was getting stiffer and stiffer for. He honestly didn’t know if he wanted to fuck her or her husband more, but it was clear that she wanted to see her stallion get studded by a different species.

She had completely forgone her skirt and underwear now, and he couldn’t help but stare as she leaned back, completely naked from the waist down. He hadn’t expected to see her take everything off, even her shoes – and seeing a horse with feet that were so large, so long and wide with a lighter shade on the bottom than the top was a bit weird, too – but the fact that she was so into it kept him into it, which made his cock harder as he Harry got down on all fours for him, lifting that hair tail and showing off that pucker again, wet with his spit.

[i]Well…guess we’re doing this…[/i]

Roger got on his knees behind the stallion, realized the height problem, and pulled a few cushions down. It was just enough to have him on the right level. It was still a bit intimidating to be behind a male whose balls put his to shame, but at least with this angle, he didn’t have to feel like he was competing with cock size.

As he hot-dogged his cock between the big stallion’s ass cheeks, he reached forward, running his hands along the horse’s sides. He clicked his tongue gently, stroking, petting, reassuring.

“Such a good horsie…”

And as soon as he said that, the stallion just…dropped. His arms fell out, his head went down, and his ass went up.

“Aww, does the good horsie like that? Does he like being touched and teased?”

“Nnnngh…not…fair…”

“Aww, but a good horsie likes to be petted, and he likes a human humping his ass…”

Hump, hump, went his hips, just to encourage those words to sink in. The stallion groaned a bit louder, pushing his ass back. That puffy pucker was just a perfect target for his cock, and he swore that it was trying to aim for the head of his shaft, to just pull him in.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ms. Watford again, and saw that Jolene was groping her breasts with one hand and fingering herself – with no less than four fingers – with the other. She looked him right in the eye, and mouthed ‘do it’ at him.

So, he did.

The stallion gasped at the first thrust, and so did Roger. Just like with that cheetah the first night, it was so much warmer inside of the horse than he expected. That hole was more open, too, less tight and clenching, but there was something about that which welcomed him in. Something looser, something a bit more intense for that, used and experienced and yet all the more eager to take him over some of the other clients it must have had in the past.

He started humping, thrusting, pushing his hips forward faster and faster, and each time that his seven-incher bottomed out in the stallion, Harry groaned. The wet sound of flesh on flesh kept filling the air, and Roger realized that the stallion’s cock had to be bouncing, jumping up and slapping against the stallion’s chest from how hard he was getting fucked.

In, out, in, out, each thrust bottoming out, each time leaving him with his hips slammed against the stallion’s ass. Those muscles were a hot, firm cushion against each thrust, and that somewhat loose hole was as hot to him as the cheetah’s tight, firm one. He shivered every time that he felt it clench on him, knowing that he wasn’t shaping it to his dick, but that he was doing something better. He was making Harry crave something that was smaller than he was used to.

He leaned forward, feeling the sheer difference in size between them. His hands continued their petting, stroking motions, enforcing that same feeling of human comfort that he had seen the horse react to before. Harry wasn’t talking anymore, only moaning and neighing, panting and whinnying under him. Thrust, thrust, thrust, he went, studding that hole, feeling it contracting more and more around him, squeezing and tensing up.

“Is the good stallion going to cum?” he whispered teasingly.

“Nnngh…mmmph…mmph…maybe…”

“Gonna cum for a little human cock?”

“Nnngh…feels…”

“Feels what?”

“S-so…good…fuck…”

“Come on, then…cum for me…”

“Nnngh…”

“Cum for me…in front of your wife…”

And that pushed the button for the horse. Harry arched his back, and suddenly, that loose hole tightened. Not to the degree of the cats, but closer than it had been thus far. Those cheeks pulled tight, the muscles holding him, keeping him from pulling out. The tight, repeating clenches were more than enough to get him off, too, and he panted hard against the stallion’s muscled back as he came.

Squirt, squirt went his cock, his load not anywhere near large enough to fill that hole, but he could still feel it. Wet, squelchy, easier to move around in that pucker now. But it was the loud squirting sounds against his floor that caught his attention. Not just from the stallion, either, but from the moaning mare on the couch.

He panted, looking up as Jolene flopped back, wet lines running from her couch cushion to Harry’s head. She’d squirted from her orgasm, too. The mare panted, looked down at him, and then at the line, and then blushed. Roger rolled his eyes, slowly pushing himself upright again, grunting as he pulled at his dick.

POP.

Out it came, and a dribble of a creampie started to roll out of the stallion’s hole. Harry huffed and puffed, trembling a bit.

“Are…are you okay?” Roger asked.

The stallion gave him a thumbs-up, and then a one-minute gesture. Nodding, Roger got to his feet, then promptly fell back into his chair, his cock still half-hard and pointing forward as his legs tried to collapse out from under him.

“I’m…I’m going to sit down for a while.”

“Um…yeah…that…that might be a good idea,” Jolene said, looking at the mess that the room had become. “I am [i]so[/i] sorry for this. I didn’t…we’ve never…”

“Could have fooled me.”

“You…um…did you, um…” The mare tapped her fingers together. “Did you do…this…on the other side of the wall?”

“What? Have sex?”

“With, um…animals…”

“God, no. That’s illegal over there.”

“Then were you…”

“Attracted? Not to ferals,” Roger said, shaking his head. “And I’d never seen an Anthro except on the news, so…I didn’t know how I’d feel about it. But after I got here…well, it’s kinda like…like people keep throwing themselves at me.”

“Hmmph. Well, that’s just improper.” Somehow, he could believe that she felt that way, despite having done the same thing…and despite still being half-naked on his couch. She seemed to come to some sort of self-awareness as she looked around, realized what the situation was, and blushed. “And it will cost me more money that way…Um, do you want to try a different room until we get the couch cleaned?”

“The bedroom’s still alright. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure.”

“If you’re sure…” Jolene nodded, her cheeks burning up as she reached for her underwear and skirt. “I…Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not taking too much advantage.” She looked at him in a way that almost promised that she would do that, instead, then looked away, blushing again as she got dressed. “Just, um, send Harry down when he’s awake again. I imagine that you’ve had a long day and you’d like to rest after that.”

He nodded, and the mare disappeared, pulling her shoes back on as she left. He shook his head, looking down at the naked stallion still between his legs, at the creampie slowly dribbling out of his pucker, and wondered.

Just how many other species was he going to get to ‘enjoy’ while he was on this side of the wall? And how many would be this eager?

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Roger has a bit of fun with Harry, and Ms. Watford starts to come out of her shell a little bit.

Tags: M/M, voyeurism, exhibitionism, human addiction, pony, stallion, mare, human, series, anal, rimming, musk, orgasm, cum, squirting, masturbation, fingering, size difference, hypnosis, pony play, small dom, big sub, prostitution, affair, adultery, femdom, F/solo,