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With the rising of the sun, another day arrived on the ranch. And this time, not only was Danny treated to the light pouring through his window; he was also given some soft and warm licks given to his neck. With a soft moan, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the still nude bulldog. The canine’s expression was rather soft and relaxed. It was clear that the fun that they had last night did him a lot of good.

“Morning, roomie,” the human chuckled.

Pulling his tongue back, Gordie chuckled. “Hmm. I like the sound of that.”

“Last night was certainly something.”

“Boy, wasn’t it?” The bulldog then chuckled. “It’s still early, even too early to start work. That gives us time to take care of these.” Of course, he was referring to their erections that were pressed against each other, roused by either morning wood or the memories of what happened last night.

It was clear that Gordie was forward when it came to this, but that suited Danny just fine. The dog’s hand wrapped around both of their shafts and was already pumping up and down, stroking the both of them off slowly.

“Mmm…” the canine did a bit of sniffing. “My scent’s all over you. Heh. I like it.”

“So does that make me yours?” Danny chuckled.

“It could. But that wouldn’t be very fair. There’s a whole gang of guys out there. Can’t just tie yourself down to me so soon. Besides, having a roommate is plenty for me…”

Steadying himself and rocking hips, the canine’s cock frotted against the human’s, making the both of them groan.

“I should thank you,” Gordie continued. “I forget to take care of myself sometimes I guess.” He could still vividly remember the bolts of pleasure that struck when reaching his climax. It felt so good to finally drain his balls.

“Then I’ll have to make sure you don’t forget,” Danny assured, reaching up to wrap his arms around the hefty dog. The rocks of his hips were getting rougher. Against his own shaft, he could feel the warm oozes of pre leaking from Gordie’s tip. It was smeared between the two of them, making it easier to glide against each other.

“Ooh… F-faster,” Danny gasped.

“You got it…”

The two of them grunted and panted together as the bulldog went faster. The pre was making it so easy to slide back and forth and his paw still held on to them both, squeezing and rubbing against the thrust, steadily building their shared pleasure. For Danny, it was much better than rubbing one out, the heat that came from the other male’s length. The brutish grunts in his ears and even the lingering odors that clung to their bodies and the sheets themselves.

Going even faster, the two of them were getting close to their limits, their cocks pulsing and leaking more and more. Danny held the canine closer, and received a slow lick to his face in return.

“Rrgh… H-here it comes…” Gordie growled, giving a few more hard bucks of his hips. The two of them reaching their peaks, the canine grunting as he jerked his pelvis a few more times, both of their cocks shot ropes of seed onto the human’s lower chest and stomach. They rode out the shared bliss, panting heavily until the pleasure eased out, leaving the bulldog to collapse on top of the other farm hand.

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“Oh fuck…” Owain groaned, blowing his load against the back wall of the Stables. The whole night through, his dreams were filled with him and Danny. Once he opened his eyes, the bull figured that it was too good to be true. Just before the sun itself, the bovine had quite the hard on to take care…

Just as he was coming down from his lustful high, Owain heard some voices. Looking around the building, he could see Danny leaving his quarters. But with him was Gordie. Seeing that made the bull’s stomach drop. They talked a bit before heading towards the Stables. With his heart pounding, he watched as they passed by, not taking notice of him.

Still keeping careful watch, he looked over the other corner to see them approaching the showers. He just knew, but he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out and approached, acting as if he was up just as early, looking to get an early morning shower.

“H-hey, guys. Didn’t expect to see you up so early,” Owain greeted.

“Oh, hey Owain. Morning,” Danny greeted. His back was turned to the bull as he stepped into the running water. It washed away the seed that covered him, but being this close to them both, he could easily smell the lingering odors of sex.

“Surprised to see you up at this time,” the bulldog commented, also washing his body off with soap.

The larger male chuckled and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess that nap I took yesterday did it. I didn’t need as much sleep as usual.”

That seemed to pacify the bulldog, but Owain knew well enough that Gordie’s nose could smell the traces of release that lingered in his sheath and on his hand. It was just best to actually take a shower.

“So, is Gordie doing wake up calls? If so, it’s pretty unfair to play favorites,” the bull joked.

“Actually, I invited Gordie to come bunk with me,” Danny corrected.

“Oh. I get it,” the bull said. “Sounds nice. I would be jealous but I have six other stablemates.”

Once they were done, Owain watched as the two farmhands departed for Hudson’s house. That left him to sigh, grabbing a spare towel and heading back into the Stables. Rather than entering through the front, he used the side door that led directly to the quarters.

“I was wondering where you went off to,” Storm said, making the bull jump. “You’re never up early, at least not for any good reason.”

“Not now, Storm. I… I just need to process something,” the bull admitted.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Giving in, the bovine nodded and led the horse outside. The two of them leaned against the back wall.

“Ugh. Did you do this?” the clydesdale groaned, pointing at the sticky ropes that clung to the wooden boards.

“That’s not important. It’s Danny and Gordie. They did it, Storm,” the bull finally said, speaking the words into confirmation.

The horse’s demeanor instantly changed. “Are you sure?”

“They both had the smell all over them. Now they’re even sharing a space, rooming together.”

“Hmm. Nice.” Storm nodded.

“What? Dude!” the bull groaned.

“It’s nice to know that Gordie finally found a spot to crash. I was starting to worry about him,” the equine responded. “It makes sense, they’re both farmhands. I see this as a good thing. It’s his first step to really embracing the culture around here.’

Owain gave a defeated sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

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Soon enough, the actual work day started, bringing about tasks and chores that needed to be done to keep things running.

Danny was tasked with helping out with the field work. Of course he wouldn’t have been as effective when it came to working the land like the large anthros did. Instead the human was helping Storm oversee the summer crops while Owain and Marlo were plowing the land, preparing them for the crops that would be harvested in fall, their seeds ready to be planted.

“Everything looks amazing. We’ll be harvesting them tomorrow,” Storm said as he checked the summer crops over, seeing all the ripe vegetation just waiting to be plucked and shipped out. “Guess Hudson was right: this might just be the biggest harvest we’re going to have. Boy am I glad you have you here.”

“I’ll help in any way I can,” the human assured.

Just like the day before, Storm was wearing shorts. Danny had again expected to see the equine’s sheath out and about. But it wasn’t all bad. With his bits covered, the human’s gaze focused itself on Storm’s defined and toned body, his eyes drifting up and down the large horse’s form, watching the muscles flex while Storm was kneeling down to feel the tomatoes, inspecting them thoroughly.

“You see this?” Storm explained. “Not too hard but not soft either. Perfectly firm.”

He showed the farmhand all the signs of quality product and Danny paid attention, taking mental notes of the horse’s tips to make the process quicker and easier. Storm assured that he would be able to tell just from a glance, just like him.

“And that’s about it. You’ll get a better look when we're picking them,” Storm assured.

“You mean by hand?” Danny gulped.

“Not all of it. Most are gonna be done using some machines we rent from town. We give them back when winter comes along,” Storm explained, much to the human’s relief. Just looking over crops in the sun was making him sweat. He couldn’t imagine having to pick the rows of

vegetables and berries by hand. “You’re gonna think we’re a bunch of bees, rushing around to gather pollen. Heh… Sometimes it can get a bit ugly, but with you at our side we should be fine.”

After doing a check of the crops with Storm, Danny was also assigned a new duty. As the others were working, it was the perfect time to gather their sheets for washing. With some baskets in tow, he entered the Stables and passed through the door to the quarters. Once inside, he got a good look at the place. It was spacious with a high roof. It made sense: Marlo, Owain, and Storm alone were huge so there needed to be plenty of room for them to get around.

As he set the baskets down and took one of them, Danny was quickly surrounded by a thick barn-like odor; the mixed scents from different kinds of animals. Lining opposing walls were large spaces in the style of stable stalls, but they each had a bed and a few other things that gave him a few clues as to who the space belonged to.

The first he came to was assumed to be Storm’s. The biggest clue was a picture of himself, looking a bit young. There were other horses in the frame, an older looking male and female who he could only assume to be the clydesdale’s parents. He was soon busy collecting the blanket and sheet from the bed, leaving just a pillow and bare mattress. The fabrics in his hands carried a potent stale odor with them, reeking powerfully of horse.

He set them in the basket and moved onto the next, guessing that it was Owains. He recognized the shorts, which seemed to be part of a set, similar ones were lying on the floor around the bed and sticking out a bedside cabinet. Collecting his bedding was one thing, but when it came to leaning down and picking up the bull’s shorts, Danny was treated to the sheer brunt of musk that bled into the shorts. Knowing that these guys wore no underwear, all the sweat that came from the bull’s crotch was soaked up by the clothing.

Danny couldn’t fight the rising in his own shorts as he gathered the dirty ones, but he soldiered on, picked them all up and carried on. More and more stalls gave him clues to who they could have belonged to. From Riley and Ryan who were side by side. On the other side of the quarters, he came across what had to be Prince’s. Of all the spaces, it was the most decorated.

By Gordie, he was told to handle Prince’s things in a separate basket, to which he did. Bringing the empty one and piling it with the hog’s fine sheets and blankets. He had to admire the caliber of them. Even among the others, Prince seemed to live up to his namesake.

And the final stall was the complete opposite. It was messy, both the balled up blanket and sheets as well as papers and wrappers that were littered along the ground. But the most damning piece of evidence were the distinct markings along the stall’s walling that was along the bed. Several faded streaks of seed that could only come from TJ. They seemed to be scrubbed out, but never fully succeeding to get the telltale signs out of the wood.

Danny was curious enough to pick up one of the balled pieces of paper. Unfurling it revealed a drawing. It was incomplete but even then Danny found it very impressive and figured that TJ had tossed it because along the way he made a mistake or maybe changed his mind about what he wanted to draw? The wrappers were those of various snack types and brands. He picked them up and more of the balled up wads of paper, tossing them all in a bin.

With that task complete, Danny resumed his actual job of gathering up the especially musky blankets and sheets, touching them gingerly when he caught sight of white strains decorating the fabrics. He was quick to drop them in the first basket. It was then that he noticed that there were more stalls that were completely empty. But all 7 staff member’s things were accounted for, leading him to figure that they were spaces yet to be filled.

What came next was a far cry from what he was used to in the city. A large basin was being filled with water and the second part of his job was now ahead of him. Save for the basket of Prince’s things, being taken care of by Gordie, Danny was now tasked with washing those things the old fashioned way. He was brought the soap he would need and a ringer, being told of the clotheslines that they would be hung to dry from.

And he was soon working them inside of the basin, then ringing them out and hanging them up on the clotheslines. A row of them stood out in the expanse of green grass, in the perfect spot to be dried by the sun and breeze.

The blankets were the hardest part, using the pole to stir them through the water and then pulling them up while they were heavy with water that was soaked in. And though it was hard work, he managed, feeling pretty proud of himself when the last one was hung up. The sheets were much easier, giving the human a chance to ease the ache in his arms.

After they were done, he thought there was nothing left for him to do until he was presented with Owain’s shorts. It only made sense to clean those as well. But picking them up brought that deeply musky scent that poured right into his nose. He cleaned the first few, telling himself to stay focused, but as one more was left, he noticed that these were a bit damp. Most likely worn through the night. Danny finally caved and nonchalantly stuffed the article of clothing to the side. After hanging up the bull’s shorts, he was quick to retire to his quarters, glad that he was alone so he could slide them underneath his pillow.

In the quiet of the room, he took a moment to stretch, easing the lingering aches. Despite them, he felt quite good, knowing that his effort would be worth it in the form of clean sheets and blankets that would be waiting for the others. As he actually looked around, he noticed something new. Right in the center of the bed was a bottle. A rather large one. He picked it up and read the label.

‘Horseglide. Long lasting for heavy duty.’

The bottle of lube was sealed with a little bow and note attached to it. The note was simply a crudely drawn smiley face along with the letter ‘G.’ Knowing that it was from Gordie, Danny just smiled and put the bottle in one of his drawers. He would have to thank the bulldog for that. With all these big, strong males around he had a feeling he would need something like it sooner than later.

As he ventured out again, something jumped at him, making him jump back as well. But his fear quickly faded once he heard Owain laughing.

“Owain!” Danny groaned.

“Hey, I’m just messing with you,” the bull eased. “I just wanted to thank you for washing my shorts. Ugh. If I’d known you were gonna be collecting laundry I would have spruced the place up a bit.”

“I don’t think your stall could ever be worse than TJ’s,” Danny quipped, making them both laugh.

“Alright. I got a few more things to do,” Owain smiled. “Better keep an eye out for me.” As he walked out of sight, he frowned.

Why did he ever think that leading with a prank was a good move? It completely derailed from what he wanted to say. But all the same, it was good to have a laugh with him. That was a step in the right direction.

“About time you showed up,” TJ huffed. The pig was tinkering with the pipes of the water tower and needed the bull’s help to replace some of them.

“Sorry, I got held up a bit,” the bull said. “Now, let’s get this thing fixed already.”

Getting busy helped the bovine forget about his issues. And the two of them were soon talking idly back and forth, trading some jokes as well.

“We wouldn’t have to fix this thing so often if Prince would ease up on the water pressure,” TJ groaned to himself. “But these pipes should fix that issue for a good while.”

“Lest we suffer his highness’ wrath.” The two of them shared another laugh and the bovine helped the pig up. Just as they did, the bell atop the Stables rang, signaling the end of the work day.

“Guess that takes care of that,” Owain nodded.

“Yeah, but what about this?” the pig asked boldly, touching between the bull’s legs. “You think I didn’t notice it going off and on?”

“Yeah… I was gonna try and talk to Danny…”

“Oh wow. Owain, don’t tell me you’re stalking the human,” the pig snickered.

“Oh shut up!”

“I’m just saying. You’re getting hung up on a human when there's a literal barn’s worth of ass to choose from. What? You just plan to keep jerking off while someone like me’s just standing right here…” the pig took hold of the bull’s shorts and pulled them down, revealing the length already sliding from the sheathe.

“TJ…” Owain groaned as his tip touched the pig’s soft lips.

“Just relax… Bros help bros, right?”

The bull eased after hearing those words and let the other male continue. TJ took a moment to just admire the big, sweaty tool. Smelling strongly of fresh musk, he took a whiff and moaned. After treating his sense of smell, the pig did the same for his sense of taste, running his tongue along the inches that were still erecting.

Owain huffed from the such swipe of a soft tongue along his shaft. TJ gave the side of his cock a long and slow lick, ending it at his heavy balls, slathering them in his thick spit.

“Mmm… Just focus on me, stud.”

A shudder ran down the bull’s spine from that word. He leaned against the tower, gritting his teeth from the softness and warmth that surrounded his cock. TJ smoothly sunk his mouth down on the heavy rod, taking all thirteen inches in one go, moaning as he got a stronger taste of the sweat that lingered on the surface, cleaning it up with his tongue. He had plenty of experience with Owain in particular; knowing just what the big bull liked and his body was more or less trained to handle his size without much prep needed.

“A-alright. You got my attention…” Owain groaned.

At first his mind was filled with thoughts of Danny, but he focused on what was actually happening to him, watching the pink and brown spotted porcine slurping on his cock. That was real. He could really feel it and have as much of it as he wanted. Right here and right now, it was TJ making him feel good.

“Yeah… Now you’re getting it,” TJ said after pulling his mouth back. He then proceeded to lick those plump balls while stroking the shaft with his hand, keeping the pleasure intense the whole way through, listening to his buddy moaning. He too understood how enticing it was to have a human just walking around, something totally new. But he knew Owain all too well. The bull tended to develop tunnel vision when he caught sight of something he wanted but couldn’t have right away. The least he could do was help his bro keep focus on what was really important before he embarrassed himself.

“Umph…” The steady laps to his balls sent warmth through the bovine’s body in waves, further easing his worries. Instead, Owain watched his friend work: every slide of that pink muscle, the slick saliva, just every little touch was driving him crazy. Had it really been that long since he had some action?

TJ was back to wrapping his lips around the hefty amount of meat, bobbing his head back and forth, running his tongue along to taste it’s flavors.

“Ooh… Yeah, keep sucking on it…” Owain encouraged as he was being pulled in further by the growing sensations.

The pig winked and put more effort into his blowjob, pushing harder and slipping some of it down his throat. He had no problem easing it down his throat, not even gagging on the thick inches, enjoying the pulses and drips of precum that were flowing down into his stomach.

The performing pig’s other hand was pumping at his own cock, using just the moans and the pulses as fuel to get himself off. He was a sucker for other guys’ pleasure, especially if the pig was the one giving it. With every push forward that pressed his nose into those warm, musky pubes and the texture that ran over his tongue, TJ basked in every little detail, using it all to get himself closer and closer.

Filling his mouth and throat with the hard meat, TJ did all he could: wrapping his lips, swirling his tongue, and swallowing against any portion that slid down his throat, using his talents to service the stud. That really got the bull moaning, much to his own rise of excitement. Pumping his cock harder, he groaned around the girth, using his flowing precum to lube his tool, gliding up and down at a brisk pace, even teasing the swirly shaped tip.

“You’re getting me there,” Owain admitted. “Just a bit more, bud.”

TJ continued his actions with ever more vigor, moaning as he pushed and pulled his head over every inch, flicking his tongue over the leaking opening, getting a helping of bull pre on his tongue. He loved how much they produce, nearly as much as he could. Just the thought of getting a big load out of the bovine was enough to make the pig cum, giving muffled grunts as he shot his load between Owain’s hooves, painting the grass in his pearly seed. More and more ropes flew from his pulsating drip, draining the massive load that only a pig could give.

All the while, he continued to nurse his friend’s dick, doing all he could, feeling the pulses getting stronger. More and more until Owain let out a deep grunt, thumping a fist against the tower the moment he came hard, shooting his thick load into the gulping pig’s mouth, watching as his seed was eagerly swallowed down. TJ continued to give his cock a few more gentle licks, keeping the pleasure high and getting as much out of his pulsing balls as he could.

“Mmm… Thanks, bro.” Owain smirked, starting to feel like his old self.

“No problem. Come find me if you need your head cleared,” the pig assured, staying behind to first catch his breath before he continued tinkering with the water tower’s pipe work, giving it some extra look-overs to make sure that he wouldn’t be messing around with the structure anytime soon.

Owain returned to the Stables in much higher spirits, just as Danny was passing out the blankets and sheets that belonged to the respective crew member. He was glad to see the human again, but for the time being, those thoughts did not return. Even when the bull was awkwardly handed back his perfectly dried shorts.

“Thanks again,” he smirked. “Hope they weren’t too rank.”

This time, Danny was the one a bit awkward with his reply, hoping that the bull took no count of how many pairs he had. “No problem. Happy to help.”

It was about time for them to have dinner and it was served in the form of a rather vibrant salad, a meal that Danny had no qualms with, once more experiencing flavors that were better than any of the packaged variants he was used to. He joined the others in some light dinner conversation. The main topics at hand were the harvest coming the next day and the new member that was too arrive soon after.

“What do you think he’s going to be like?” TJ asked.

“Well, I think we can all agree that he’s going to be some kind of bovine,” Storm aided, getting some agreement out of the others.

“Maybe someone even bigger than Marlo. Like a buffalo,” Owain chuckled.

“Perhaps…” Marlo put in. “But they’re someone experienced.”

“That’s true,” Prince said. “Everyone knows that size can only get you so far. And if Hudson wants a return on this milking investment, experience is top priority.”

Even after dinner, the question still lingered on all of their minds, until Owain started up another game. This time it was the classic contest of ring-toss. They were using some space horseshoes, having many to spare considering there was only one horse on the ranch.

“You might as well call the game off now. Cause I’m taking the gold!” Owain bragged. They were going for twenty and Owain had a score of eighteen. It was between him and Danny, who was at seventeen. The further pegs stuck into the ground were worth more points.

The bull tossed the shoe but seemed to have choked right before it was released. Rather than reaching the pegs that would have given him the two points needed, it spun and careened to the ground, getting stuck on a one-point peg.

“Guess it’s anybody’s game now,” Storm jeered. He and the others called for Danny to win the day. Though the human felt some pressure, he gave it his best toss and managed to make it on the three-point peg, stealing the win from underneath the bull, who crossed his arms and scoffed.

It was late when Danny returned to his quarters, expecting to see Gordie but instead he found a slender black cat, wearing a thin, gray jacket. It was long enough to cover his crotch. His green eyes met with Danny’s brown eyes and the two said nothing to each other at first.

“W-who are you?” the farmhand finally asked.

“I am Sebastian,” the feline answered, as if the question was absurd. “But I understand if you have not heard of me. I’ve been very busy lately between preparing the cellar for the season and keeping a lookout. But Gordies is on night watch, giving me the night off.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Danny introduced. The shock wore off a bit and he gave the feline a look over. He was rather cute, having big eyes and a small body compared to the other anthros on the ranch.

“My, my…” the cat chuckled. “It’s all too easy to tell… You and Gordie seemed to get very familiar. I may be in the same position as him, but he’s a bit too...brutish for me.” While he talked, the feline laid back on the bed and made a display of himself, stretching his limbs and flicking his tail to the side, exposing the pink hole underneath. It was easy for him to smell the lingering odors of sex. Putting the pieces together, the feline could guess why the bulldog’s demeanor had suddenly changed overnight. He had been meaning to introduce himself earlier, but the black cat had a special way of greeting.

Being alike in a few ways, Sebastian was straightforward as well, although relying on teasing and alluring rather than voicing his vulgar desires.

Gulping, Danny was indeed being enticed by the feline. Though he barely knew him, his eyes were shamelessly looking all over the cat’s backside, watching the tight hole wink.

A purr came from the dark furred male. “Now how about I introduce myself...properly..?”

Danny joined the feline, sitting down on his bed next to him. As soon as he did, Sebastian got closer to him, purring as he rubbed his body against the human’s chest, making more of those soft purrs. The thin cat’s body was covered in a fine coat, black over. He could have easily vanished into the night if weren’t for those large green eyes, instantly catching his attention.

Slowly, Sebastian peeled off his jacket, revealing his naked form. His sheath and balls were all black as well, but as the length came into view, a light pink came to contrast. Reaching up, the anthro was tugging on Danny's clothes, signaling for him to take them off.

He stood and let the cat watch as he peeled off his shirt, exposing his chest. Then he went to his shorts. After more than a day around the others, he wondered how it felt, revealing that was going commando when pulling his shorts down.

Sebastian was given full view to a kind of maleness that he had never seen before. It had no sheath, just fully exposed and out in the open. Now it made sense as to why humans were so adamant on wearing pants. He admired the body before him. With no fur he could see the muscles that the unique creature had. They were not as massive as the bulls or horses, but they gave Danny’s body a perfectly toned look.

Danny was encouraged to come close. This time he was the one being pined over. With his jacket off, the human could see that the feline had some shapely hips, complementing his soft features. The cat was on his hands and knees, daring to get close to the human’s erection.

A sudden moan came as he felt a rough tongue lap at his tip. Then soft fur was nuzzling against them. Sebastian’s nose was wedged underneath his cock, pressing to his balls. The cat was taking in his scent. As far as Danny was concerned, his own was nothing compared to what the other males could produce. But the cat’s better sense of smell could beg to differ. Meeting him was a softer tone of musk, not as biting as the larger mammals. It had a unique hint to it, something that pleased him very much.

The next thing took him by surprise, feeling a lick at his balls then another. Sebastian was lapping at his sack, using his tongue to caress the orbs, rubbing over them with his highly textured tongue. Each lick was light and slow, using the barbs to tease but not to cause discomfort. In return, he was fed the human’s moans, using them to excite himself even more. His tongue brought him the light flavors of sweat, cleaning it away like he would do for himself.

“I like you,” the cat said after he pulled back. But before Danny could respond to the sudden compliment, the tip of his cock was taken into the cat’s soft mouth. Instantly, it was being gently suckled on, and the tongue dragged over it, aiming to clean the sweat from that as well.

Just as Danny was starting to enjoy it, the mouth pulled away again. But this time, Sebastian turned his body over, now lying on his stomach and showing off his backside.

“Nice…” Danny said.

“I hope it’s not too much to ask. But I want to feel your tongue,” Sebastian admitted.

Though he had never done anything like that, the human agreed and dropped to his own knees. He had seen more than a few videos that had rimming in them, so he just applied what he saw. The first thing he did was get himself familiar with the cat’s backside, taking a moment to admire how full and soft the cheeks were, gently caressing and kneading them.

His face came closer and closer until it was pressed right in between, all but smothering himself in between what could easily have been two soft pillows. He fell in line instantly, rubbing and squeezing at the soft mounds, hearing the cat purr as his breath puffed on that pink opening.

Danny started out slowly, pressing his tongue to the hole. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but for a moment it just sat there. So he moved it, sliding it over the hole itself, getting it wet with his own saliva.

“T-that’s it. Your tongue feels so strange… Mmm, but in a good way,” Sebastian stammered.

Taking that advice, the human gave more licks, making the surface wetter and wetter. His tongue actually slipped and pressed inside of the hole but a sudden moan that came clued him in to that being a good thing. So he pressed the rest of it inside, feeling the soft walls surrounding his tongue for the first time.

“Yes... Please, keep licking.”

As the cat wanted, the human started to lick at the hole, exploring it’s tight hold. All around him were soft walls that squeezed down on him, reacting to him swiping over certain spots. Learning as he went along, Danny was soon rimming the hole pretty well, he was pressing it deeper as his spit allowed, actually enjoying the feeling of running along the puffy borders and even receiving some soft flavors that he found appealing, making a small, muffled moan of his own.

“More. I want more…” Sebastian whined in a needy tone. “More than your tongue.”

Danny pulled his mouth back and his tongue free from the hole, listening to the cat gasp. The feline sure was excitable. At least he now had an idea of what he was doing. He looked at the cat’s wet hole and felt his own cock throb hard.

Before he started, he leaned over and opened the drawer, getting out the bottle of lube. After peeling the seal off, he popped the cap off and poured a bit onto his cock, putting it down and slicking his hand over his shaft, moaning from how slick it was. It was all too easy to slide his hand up and down, there was no resistance at all, proving that the lube’s labeling lived up to its promises.

Sebastian felt a pair of furless hands taking hold of his hips, already making him moan in excitement. A second later, he felt the tip of the human’s cock pressing at his hole. The ease in which it slid inside of him took them both by surprise, getting them both to moan. Slowly, Danny eased his cock into the soft embrace. The lube worked better than expected, along with his own spit, making the hole so easy to penetrate, soon burying every inch inside.

“T-the perfect size,” the cat trembled, his bushy tail flicking.

“And you feel so good. Really warm inside…” Danny groaned, tugging his rod back, slipping it along those walls. Softly, he started to thrust into the moaning cat, biting his lip from the pleasure it brought him. Each time he bottomed out, his pelvis made those cushiony mounds jiggle. With every stroke, he couldn’t help but groan.

“F-Faster,” the black cat pleaded and Danny complied, all too happy to go faster, getting into a steady motion of grinding his slickened cock inside of the hot, squeezing hole. It only multiplied his pleasure, leading him to seek more and more, slowly going faster and harder the longer the two of them were together.

Sebastian went from purring to crying as he was being fucked with steadily paced thrusts, pushing the entire maleness inside, pressing at his prostate and filling his ass just right. He could feel the heat of precum being squirt inside of him and the flesh’s throbs against his walls. His claws were clutching the blanket, threatening to tear them as his pants were getting harder and harder. Underneath him was an untouched cock that was throbbing as well, leaking and just a bit more away from shooting his load.

“I’m gonna...gonna cum…” Danny groaned in warning.

“D-don’t be shy. Please, shoot it all inside of me,” Sebastian encouraged, clenching his teeth from another hit to his prostate.

He came first, yowling as his cock unloaded spurts onto the wooden floor below them both. Only about a moment later, Danny bottomed out for the final time, letting out a long moan as he came, shooting strings of his release inside of the hot, slick, and squeezing hole. The two of them panted heavily, riding out the pleasure before Sebastian started to purr again.

“It’s nice to meet you too…” He said, already settling down to sleep, even with the other male’s length still inside of him...