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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 7: Comparing Rides

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

Thankfully, Roger didn’t end up sitting in the hallway for more than twenty minutes. Whatever client that Harry had must have been near the end of his session, and he stumbled out in a hurry, almost like he was embarrassed to be seen. Hell, he was in such a hurry that the stranger had his coat up and his hood likewise as he hurried down the hall, almost like he was afraid someone would see him.

The human watched the hoofed man go, then turned to the open door. The dark-furred stallion from the night before poked his head out, obviously undressed, and chuckled as he looked down.

“So, Jolene sent you up already, huh? How long were you waiting?”

“Eh…twenty minutes,” Roger said, shaking his head as he got to his feet. “You conduct your business from your apartment most of the time?”

“Not that often, but sometimes, clients can’t host, and Jolene doesn’t mind if we use the guest bedroom for that. We keep it tarped just in case.”

“…Tarped?” Roger groaned. “Right, with how much you cum…”

“Well, I came more for you than I do for most people, but it’s a thing. Come on.”

The stallion waved, and Roger took the invitation to enter the apartment. It was as plain as his own was, but there were a few more rooms off the main hallway than there were in his. Harry took him down to one of the other ones, inviting him into a non-tarped guest room. The stallion even walked up and turned down the sheets for him.

“You don’t have to do that,” Roger said.

“Heh, well, not usually in the habit of having people stay the night, so this is new to me.” The stallion shook his head, glancing down at Roger’s crotch, and both human and stallion blushed a bit before looking away. “Uh…think you might have time to let me try that out again? It was pretty fun the last time.”

“What about your wife?”

“Oh, she’d want to watch. Hell, she might even join in this time,” the stallion said, smoothing out the top of the sheet and fluffing the pillows. “She was all over me this morning, all riled up from last night…Heh. Not sure why I’m telling you this, but…yeah.”

Roger nodded, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he processed the whole thing. It wasn’t too surprising that Jolene had been horny from last night. After all, she’d only gotten off with her fingers while her husband had gotten fucked. She might very well be curious about how it felt to be with a human after seeing her husband obviously enjoy it so much. He just hoped that he hadn’t sparked some sort of competition between the pair of them.

Or started something that would end with his balls swollen and aching by morning. Now that he was in their place, he could only imagine what would happen if he ended up being approached by the pair of them. It could end up being like what happened in the alley, and if Harry decided to be a bit more dominant and he couldn’t get the stallion to back down…

He still remembered how big that massive dick had been last night, and he didn’t know if he could bring himself to be brave enough to take that. It would probably rip him open and do who knew what to his ass if he tried. Though…

At the same time, he couldn’t deny that there was some curiosity there, curiosity about how it would feel to be fucked by something more…animal. He blushed a bit as he thought of it that way, but it was true. He hadn’t been that interested in human dick, and had only really seen it as something to enjoy in porn as a self-insertion. This was something different. This was something…really different.

[i]Is there a difference between animal-sexual and a zoophile?[/i] he wondered, and he really, really hoped that there was. It was a big line to be crossing, particularly with everything else that was going on.

“You okay, Rog?”

He blinked, shaken from his thoughts by the stallion’s question. The big guy loomed over him, cocking his head to the side.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Just thinking about what happened today.”

“You get lucky again?” the stallion teased.

“Um…no, not quite, but some raccoon almost did.”

Thump. And in the space of a second, the stallion was looming over him, hand against the wall, eyes narrowed, nostrils flared and puffing.

“Who and where?” Harry huffed, his voice suddenly deep with…with anger, surprisingly, almost protective anger.

“…He didn’t get to do anything, you know,” Roger said, looking down for a moment before that big stallion hand pushed his head back up.

“Who? And where?”

“Why? It just happened. The cheetahs already took him in.”

“Hmmph. Just taking him…Hmmph.” The stallion shook his head, then huffed again. “You’re okay? You swear?”

“…Yeah, I swear.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be alright…At least, when I calm down.”

Roger nodded slowly, watching as the stallion pulled back. He hadn’t expected that sort of reaction when he had started talking about his day, and now, he wasn’t entirely sure that he should continue. It was one thing to talk about what happened, but if it got Harry that upset…

And why? Why was he that upset?

The stallion kept pacing back and forth across the room as Roger sat on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb anything as Harry calmed himself down. He could still feel a bit of the raccoon’s spit and pre-cum along his ass cheeks, just enough to remind him of what had happened and how he had started…liking it…and he tried to ignore that slight squish between his ass cheeks. There was a slimy feeling right on his hole, and it reminded him all too well what might have happened if André hadn’t shown up. The idea that the cheetah might have been delayed, or might have been at the bank waiting for him while he was getting ass-fucked in an alley…

Wasn’t as terrifying as it might have been.

[i]And hey, if you ever took Harry’s cock, it’d mean that anyone else would just slip right in, right?[/i]

The idea popped into his head, and he blinked as he realized just where his brain had gone with that. Not just to the point of self-preservation, but having a stallion dick up his ass. He tried to push that idea out of his brain, but it had already taken up residence, and he wasn’t quite sure how to dislodge it after that. He blushed worse as he realized that the mental images of him being on his back or on his stomach with a horse cock up his ass were already getting stronger.

Slapping the side of his head to stop it, he sighed.

“Harry? Do you want to know what happened, or do you want to keep pacing?”

“…” The horse sighed, stopping in place. “Tell me.”

“It was just a little thing. I was walking to the bank, and a raccoon told me that he wanted to talk to me. I stepped close, he pinned me to the wall, sniffed me, and kinda went a bit…wild. He wanted to dominate a human, specifically, and…well, he had me take off my pants, and he sniffed me, and then rimmed me, and…”

“And?” the horse nudged.

“And decided that he would hot-dog my ass for a while. He would have fucked me if André hadn’t shown up and stopped it, but…it wouldn’t have been entirely non-consensual,” he admitted. “I wasn’t exactly screaming for it to happen, but I wasn’t screaming for him to stop, either.”

The stallion huffed again, obviously irritated, and Roger still couldn’t figure out why for the life of him. There wasn’t anything that had happened, they weren’t anything special to each other, so why the hell was Harry so annoyed?

But at least now everything was out in the open. He had been honest, he’d said what happened, and talking about it didn’t make him either feel humiliated or scared. It just felt like something that happened. Maybe he’d feel more in shock later, but for now, he felt okay about what had happened to him.

Okay, and…yes, a little turned on, still.

Harry started to look down, and must have noticed it, but before he could say anything, the door to the apartment opened. Jolene called down the hall.

“Harry, come to the kitchen please. We have groceries to put away.”

“Coming, coming.”

The horse gave him one more look, then left. Roger waited until the stallion had left his room, then shut the door. He didn’t lock it, but he did shut it. There was a certain part of him that would have loved to continue to have some fun, but at the same time…yeah, probably best to take that temptation out of his head and out of Harry’s for a bit. It seemed that the more that he was out of sight, the more he was out of mind, and he’d like to encourage that for a bit.

He went back to his bed, laying down and folding his arms behind his head. As he stared at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but start planning out the next few days. The doctor’s appointment to figure out the scent thing, getting the rest of his money transferred over from USD to AD, making a few purchases to get himself secure in his apartment and on the street, collecting the rest of his belongings when they finally shipped out over the wall: it was quite a list, really. All doable, however, particularly with help from André and the rest of the people that he’d met so far.

[i]Maybe I should head down to the peacekeeper station, too, see how that raccoon’s doing…[/i]

A small fantasy of a prison-sex scenario popped into his head, and he grabbed one of the pillows, screaming into it.

[i]Goddammit, dickbrain![/i]

He swore his dick had never been as active as this around other human beings. Why the hell was it getting this out of control now? Why was he wanting to hump or be humped by everything in sight? Was he getting affected by the Anthros, too? Or was there just something else going on?

Maybe there’d be something else he could figure out at the doctor’s tomorrow. That was something he’d need to remember to ask.

For now, though, a nap might be the best idea. A nap, then shower, then he could face the horses at the dinner table without looking or feeling like some sort of man-slut.

He closed his eyes, and drifted off.

#

The first thing he felt when he woke up was a soft huffing against the soles of his feet. The pressure and warmth of whatever it was didn’t bother him, at first, but then it started getting stronger, and stronger. The warmth was interrupted by something a bit cooler, almost rubbery, and then the heated breath puffed between his toes.

He groaned, trying to roll over in his half-sleep, but something grabbed his ankles, holding him down. Roger blinked; that wasn’t a dream, that was real.

Slowly, he opened one eye. He was still on his back, staring up at the ceiling at this angle, but he was also pinned by his ankles somehow. He couldn’t turn, couldn’t roll, and that meant that he wasn’t able to do anything but tolerate what was happening to his –

Sniff, sniff.

It wasn’t just breathing. It was sniffing. Someone has his legs pinned and was sniffing slowly at his soles, puffing their breath over his toes. It was hot enough to be a bit humid, and his toes felt a bit damp afterwards.

[i]Oh god, this is weird. Oh, fuck, why is this so weird and why am I getting another boner fucking dickbrain![/i]

Roger didn’t dare move too quickly, but he was able to shift his position enough to look down a little bit. He couldn’t see anything at first – his nap must have taken him past sunset at this point – but he could make out the soft mane of Ms. Watford, and he could just make out her eyes between his toes as she shifted from one foot to the other, shoving her nose against the arches of his feet, and then dragging it along his sole towards the toes.

Every time she did, she breathed in, and he could see the little shudder that went down her spine. And…and he could hear the soft squelch of her fingers between her legs, too, rubbing a pussy that sounded utterly soaked.

[i]Holy…[/i]

The few times that she opened her eyes when she was sniffing, he could see them getting all shiny, all…focused, the way that she had been when she had been commanding her husband to take human dick. Was this what she was like when she got horny? Did she just completely lose the shy-woman persona that she had all the other times, becoming this confident, focused woman that knew exactly what she wanted?

It was starting to feel like it. She was going from sniffing to licking, too, and as she dragged her long, broad tongue along his sole, he felt his cock jump a bit in his jeans, getting stiffer than it already was. And it was quite stiff to begin with, considering all the stuff that he had gone through today.

His cheeks burned as she worked her way up to his toes, licking around them, sliding her tongue between them and moaning as she did. When she pulled his big toe into her mouth, she sucked on it as if it was a cock, going all the way down to the base and giving him a gentle nibble with her broad, flat teeth before pulling her head back.

When she popped her lips off of his toe, he couldn’t hold back. It was wrong to just let her think that he was asleep at this point. He sat up, and the mare froze in mid-lip-smack. She stared at him, and he stared back. Silence reigned.

And then she looked down at his bulge. The big-breasted mare tapped her lips for a moment, then pulled herself onto the bed. She was still in her ‘work’ clothes, with the blouse that she wore at the front being open a bit more than usual, her large breasts about to fall out, with her skirt looking even shorter than it had down in the lobby.

And then she was on his thighs, straddling them as her broad hands worked at his zipper, slowly pulling it down. Roger reached for her hands, trying to slow her down, but she batted them away.

“Harry got the chance to feel this, and now I want a turn.”

“But…but what about –”

“Just once. I want to know what it’s like…what it’s like to try this…”

She undid the button and pulled down the zipper, and shortly afterwards, she fished out his cock. In her hand, it felt particularly small, despite being rock hard at seven inches for everything that she had been doing, everything that she was. He blushed, trying not to look too embarrassed at the size difference between them. Jolene rubbed his cock a few times, then sniffed her hand.

The results were powerful enough that he could feel them as well as see them. Her eyes rolled back a bit, her head rolled to the side, and he could see her nipples popping up a bit through her blouse. More than that, though, he [i]felt[/i] the squirt of her juices into her panties, dampening his thighs where she sat.

[i]…Oh boy…[/i]

The mare huffed at her musky fingers, groaning under her breath. She reached her other hand up to her chest, groping at her breasts until they popped free of her blouse, both huge things falling free, bouncing a bit as they stood out. She didn’t even blush as she reached down between her legs, and he could feel her moving her panties to the side, then felt her against him as she slid up his legs.

“I have to…have to feel…”

She was in the grips of something, something powerful. It wasn’t the same as her husband’s playful submission, nor was it the same as the raccoon’s ‘wild’ side that had come out. This was something more like…like some sort of obsession, like she was giving in to something that she hadn’t allowed out before.

Her pussy was swollen and puffy, but not nearly so bestial feeling as what her husband had between his legs, nor as puffy as the asshole that he had been slurping on when Harry was pressed against his face. She ground on him, rubbing against his cock a few times, teasing it with her juices.

Then, she slid forward further, sliding his erection between her ass cheeks. He groaned, gripping the sheets as he surrendered to the inevitable.

“You…you want human cock…that bad?” he asked.

“You are…you’re part of…herd…”

Herd. He hadn’t thought of that. Was that why Harry had been so out of it? A member of the herd had been threatened, and they hadn’t been there to deal with it? That would explain at least a little –

“But…yes…”

“Yes?” Roger asked, panting as she kept teasing him, her rounded, muscular, yet bouncy butt gripping his cock hard.

“I want to see…the difference…between human and horse cock…” She blushed, but didn’t stop, reaching down to cup his balls. “You made Harry cum so much…you better do the same for me.”

“Mmmph…I can…I can try.”

“You better…or I’ll keep riding…until you do.”

[i]…Oh boy…[/i]

He felt her lean back, her hands on either side of his legs as she shifted her position to get a better angle. She pulled her skirt off to the side, letting him see the way that his cock was rubbing against her asshole, just about ready to slide into her pucker. He could see the way that her hole was different to her husband’s, puffy, but not to the degree that his was. It was more sucked in, slightly more human in the way that it appeared, though with enough equine characteristics that it was puffy enough to be obvious.

She rubbed her ass back against him again, sliding the tip of his cock against her asshole. For a human woman, that wouldn’t have been nearly enough lube, but with the size difference between them and the fact that she was so horned up –

Squelch.

It was far less of a pop and far more of a squelch as he slid in, his eyes rolling back a bit as he felt her body accepting him, her asshole pulling him in just as easily as her husband’s had the day before. She gasped as the head of his cock popped in, her eyes going wide, and he finally found the strength to reach up and support her. He grabbed her by the hips, rubbing them, whispering on instinct.

“That’s a good girl. That’s a good mare. That’s a very good giiiiiirl!”

Instinct turned out to be a pain in the hips as she dropped much faster than he expected. His eyes bugged out of their sockets as he stared up at the ceiling again, the entire weight of the mare resting on him as she took him right up to the hilt.

[i]Holy shit…holy shit…[/i]

The feeling of that hole around him was just as good as her husband’s had been. Maybe slightly better since he was facing her, since she was insisting on getting it, where her husband had needed a bit of persuasion and had quickly dropped out. She, on the other hand, was leaning back, grinding, swiveling her hips against his cock, her mouth pulled back in a smile, her tongue hanging out happily.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

She moaned for him even as he tried to push at her hips a bit, trying to get her to ride, to give him some space again. Eventually, Jolene got the message, raising her hips again, her hole sucking at his cock as she moved. She moaned again as she worked her way towards the tip.

“Oh god…that feels…that feels so…different…”

“Different…good?” he asked. “Feel good to be…a good mare?”

“Oh, FUCK!”

She shouted that swear as she slammed down again, her breasts falling against her chest with a smack, the impact driving the wind out of him with a wheeze. It was different fucking someone with this level of size difference when you were the one on top. When you were the one on the bottom, it was a whole different thing.

Despite his wheezing, she kept riding him, panting and moaning, her tail flicking back and forth across his legs, her pussy almost winking at him as she rode him with her ass faster and faster. He barely had the strength to thrust up against her as she used him almost more as her living dildo than anything else. Yet, for all that, his cock was as hard as it had ever been, and his balls were churning eagerly.

Roger mostly laid there, enjoying the feeling of her ass around him. The more that she rode him, the more it opened up. Not that it was ever crushingly tight, but it was more like…like she wasn’t used to it. Like she didn’t know how to do this so well, so often, and his cock was training her. Almost like humans had trained animals for a long time before…

He groaned, thrusting up to meet her, her ass cheeks clapping as he hilted himself in her ass. Jolene moaned, leaning back a bit further, her hands gripping his ankles as she rammed herself down faster, harder.

“I…I…I’m gonna…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence, and Roger closed his eyes just in time.

“NNNNNNGH!”

She came, alright, and she came hard, squirting him right in the face and soaking his face, chest, and shirt. The smell was strong, thick, heavy, and her juices were just as slimy and thick as he imagined. She dripped over his crotch, her juices running down to his cock as she refused to stop bouncing, even as her hole clenched hard. The mare had a cock she wanted inside of her, and she wasn’t going to stop, he realized, until he came.

He panted, sucking down some of her scent, feeling his cock throbbing all the harder. Up, down, up, down, up, down, the mare’s heavy curves slapping against him, pushing him to the edge, until –

“Ah!”

He gasped as he was pulled over the edge, grabbing her by the hips and hushing her with a few clicks of his tongue, a few whimpers. She went still, moaning as his seed flooded her, and Roger shivered as he felt the tight clenches back there. He could still see her pussy, wet and slippery, clenching on nothing even as her ass clenched on him, almost like it was trying to memorize his shape.

Slowly, she slid off of him, a string of his cum escaping before she managed to slid off, flopping to the side. She panted for breath, her cheeks burning, and he couldn’t help but smile at the return of the shy woman.

“I don’t suppose you have a laundry machine?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Bathroom?”

“Next to the shower?”

“…Yes. You, um…you can have it first…”

“Thanks. But, um…” He smiled. “Better or worse than horse cocks?”

“Smaller, but…” Jolene smiled. “Better. Soooo much better…”

#

A shower later, he was clean, and he was able to split the pizza that André had sent over with the equines. Harry seemed a trifle annoyed that his wife had gone down and taken the human while he was busy with another client, but didn’t seem to be actually mad. Just miffed that he’d lost an opportunity.

Throughout dinner, he kept getting glances from the two equines. Whenever it was from Harry, it was fairly amiable, friendly, though with the sort of look of someone that was out for some fun. From Jolene, it varied depending on what way the wind from the window blew. Sometimes, she looked utterly abashed, embarrassed for what she had done, and other times she looked like she was ready to pounce him against the table, pin him down and take it for a second round.

Conversation was difficult, too, mostly because he had fucked both sides of the married couple, and now, he was trying to figure out how things were going to go forward. He would open his mouth, try and say something, then go back to eating pizza. The horses would look at each other, shake their heads, and then the meal would continue.

They were down to one slice left in the box when Jolene finally broke the silence. She slapped the box shut, and then fixed Roger with a stare.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“You’ve tried to say something a dozen times –”

“Thirteen, actually,” Harry added.

“Thirteen times, and you keep stopping before the words come out of your mouth. What’s going on?”

“…” He sighed. “Look. I know you’re trying to be helpful and everything, but…you know…I did just…”

He gestured downwards, blushing. Neither horse said anything, forcing him to continue.

“I just fucked you. And I…I don’t know where this is going to go after that. I don’t know the rules out here. I don’t want to mess with what you have.”

“Rog, all you did was join the herd. And you did that when you fucked me,” Harry said, shrugging.

“What’s that even mean?” Roger asked. “I mean, you said that, but…but what’s it mean?”

His hosts shared a look that was as close to ‘he’s stupid’ as he had ever seen, and he sighed. Cultural differences were a bitch, plain and simple, and he had no idea of how to get around this one without asking about it. Eventually, Jolene sighed and turned to look at him.

“It’s…kind of something like family, but bigger than that. It’s how our species organizes those that are close to us.”

“And I’m part of it? Just because we –”

“Not just because of that,” she said, hurrying to correct him. “It started your entrance to it, but it was a lot more than that.”

“Honestly, it was more the way that you treated me,” Harry said, shrugging as he leaned back in his chair a bit further. “Herds don’t open to fucking. They just kinda brush up against each other and move on. With you, that was something different.”

“And considering that I am the head mare of this herd, that means that I get to decide who is in it and who isn’t,” Jolene added.

“…Why do you want me as part of it?”

“Because you’re special,” Jolene said, shrugging. “Not a lot of people out there that know how to be kind and who understand how to not take advantage of the way that we’re acting. We’re happy to be doing this sort of thing, but…well, you obviously figured out that this isn’t how we normally are.”

The way that Harry smirked, it was pretty clear that it was more how Jolene wasn’t normally like this. But either way, it was pretty clear that they were acting different around him, one way or another.

He rubbed the back of his head, trying to sort things out, but the mare reached across the table before he could, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re part of our herd. That means that you are going to help take care of us, and that means that we’re going to help take care of you. You get that?”

“I…I think so.”

“Good. Now, take the last piece of pizza and go to bed. From what André told me, you’re going to want your rest tomorrow.”

“…Why? What did he tell you?”

“Nothing that you need to worry about. And besides…” The mare smiled. “I have a little comparison I need to make with Harry tonight.”

“Heh, did he turn you on to human cocks that much?” the stallion asked.

“Let’s just say that you might need to up your game tonight, dear.”

“Oh, ho ho, you say that now, but let’s wait until you get the flare…”

The way that they talked, they were far more open than they had been before, and it was kind of sweet. Roger managed a smile as he took the pizza box with him, giving his hosts a nod of thanks before walking back to his guest room.

There was no need to finish the pizza, and he imagined that it’d be a good snack before he had to do anything tomorrow, so he tossed it on the nightstand and then flopped out on the bed. He folded his arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing.

[i]It’s going to take forever to figure this out, isn’t it?[/i]

Not that the Watfords were being reticent about sharing information or anything, but they were deciding things without telling him, and that was a little difficult to deal with when he didn’t know how the world worked for them. He had to figure things out as he went, and everyone seemed to assume that he knew the stuff that they grew up knowing.

If he met lions and got along well with them, would he be part of their pride? Or would he be prey that they hunted for pleasure?

If he got along with a bunch of Anthro fish, would he be part of the school, or would he still be an outsider without fins?

He didn’t know how the social structure of the different species worked out here, and he was starting to wonder if the government had made any studies of the different people out here before sending him across the Wall or not. He wondered if any of the resettlers that had been sent across the Wall were doing better than him.

Probably not, if they were as badly informed. Depending on where they’d been sent, they might even have it worse.

[i]Well, you can start figuring that out tomorrow,[/i] he thought, rubbing his forehead before taking off his pants. He would have to sleep naked tonight after the mess that Jolene had made of his clothes, but at least it meant that he could sleep without the goo on him. [i]Tomorrow, you’ll see the doctor, and we’ll be able to get a few answers about this.[/i]

And then he’d have to phone the other side of the Wall, check in regarding what had been going on, and…

God, the to-do list just kept getting longer and longer.

Rolling over onto his side, the naked human debated getting up to lock the door, but he eventually decided against it. If Harry or Jolene wanted in, they had the body strength and size to kick the doors in regardless of the locks. And if he was completely honest, he wouldn’t mind them ‘taking advantage’ when the morning rolled around.

Maybe he’d end up finding out what a different sort of fun with a horse felt like…

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

Summary: Roger spends the night with the Watfords, and ends up finding out just what kind of pleasure can be gotten from a mare.

Tags: M/F, nudity, horse, equine, mare, stallion, human, series, orgasm, cum, squirting, anal, teasing, musk, human addiction, creampie, femdom, riding, size difference, hot-dogging,