Muscular Mules

This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters, intelligent humanoid beings with both animal and human characteristics.

"Muscular Mules"

SHORT STORY

"Do you have money?"

"Yeah. Enough for the bar."

"Save it for when you're on your own. I'll pay for drinks before I drop you in the deep end."

Sid reluctantly accepted his friend Aaron's plan. The cat rifled through his wallet one more time before leaving his room. Staring at the small fold of bills -- all minor denominations -- he let out an exasperated sigh. "You don't have to do this for me," he said, returning his gaze to Aaron.

"But I'm doing it anyway." The dwarfish pony didn't cut the same figure as most equines, but he made up for his height in other ways. Chief of which right now was his devotion to the bro code. He was Sid's wingman for today, and he took to this time-honoured tradition with the focus and discipline it deserved.

They had been room-mates for a long time. Learning the ins and outs of their friend's taste in romantic partners came naturally, as through the course of conversation and drama they discerned the specifics of each other's predilections. Sid was 100% gay, and played up his effeminate qualities a little more when liquid lubrication was supplied. To lustful eyes he was a cute femboy who liked to dress in clothes that were predominantly male-coded, and very ordinary, but always had something tender and feminine to them that caused one to second-guess their sexuality. Thus his intent in donning them: a slight tease. Maybe it was the shorts that clung very noticeably to his soft bottom whilst exposing a dash of bulge, or the tendency to wear t-shirts that exposed his furry midriff in an almost sneaky fashion -- weather-permitting, of course. There were a few ways he tended to display his sexuality yet never go too far, as the shyness that pervaded his social life since his school days always blocked the excessive.

Today, however, he was able to stay his awkwardness thanks to beautiful weather and his friend backing him up. Lots of people were going about town in short, breezy clothing. Exposed arms and legs were the norm. A high-cut paradise. Sid could dissolve right into the crowd. Today, he dressed in Summer casual -- beach-going but equally valid downtown. His short-sleeve t-shirt was of the right length that if he raised his arms, the covering of his midriff would be undone -- granting a peek at his little kitty-cat belly. Just the way he liked it! His shorts were his usual, and Sid opted to forgo any footwear, as the streets were kept clear for the anthro denizens of the city at all times. He could already feel the sun-seared side-walk beneath his pads.

Aaron, by contrast, was the straight man of the pair. In more ways than one! Well... apart from occasional 'experimentation'. The brown-furred equine stomped impatiently as he waited for Sid to quit dilly-dallying. His own attire was plain, not intending to draw attention away from the guy he was wingman to. His dark colours brightened Sid's hazel and white fur, complimenting it.

This was the first time he'd managed to corral Sid into going to a bar with the express intention of hooking up with someone. Sid didn't know who, but Aaron did -- and kept that information in reserve, chuckling internally. One glance around the cat's room told you plenty about what kind of guy he was into. Pin-ups of rough, tough, buff dudes lined his bed, with space graciously left available for a handful of movie posters that fought desperately for relevance on the steamy tableau of Sid's wall. Aaron was a good friend, and even supplied him with magazines and websites to fuel his friend's passion. Maybe that was a sign they'd been roomies too long. Did people usually start encouraging others' sexual interests for no reason other than being a bro to them? Aaron didn't want to know the answer to that question, even if it fell in his favour.

Sid had a particular fondness for a series of pin-ups entitled 'Muscular Mules'. A spin-off of a raunchy all-male publishing house's popular 'Stallion' series, 'Mules' had something about it that captivated Sid. The models, perhaps? Their build, their workmanlike demeanour, their... particularly bulky sex appeal? Whosoever was splayed in a sensual pose across a centrefold, or happened to represent the month in a sexy calendar, possessed a certain... magnetism...

Aaron had always wanted to drag Sid out of fantasy and into the real world. To get out more, have more fun. But the cat's nervousness about hookup culture had held plans back. Sid wouldn't just date someone, or fuck someone in a one-night stand -- he had to be encouraged. Corralled. Well, that was Aaron's job anyway, so...

"C'mon Sid. Quit staring at your wallet and let's go."

"Hold on, wait," came the reply from the cat, "I need to check I've got enough for rent this month."

"Jesus dude! I'll comp you if you end up spending too much. Come on!"

* * *

The taxi ride downtown was uneventful. Sid had a touch of the nerves -- nothing a little pep talk from his friend couldn't salve. Aaron laid out his game plan:

"I've set you up with a friend of mine. Guy I know from running track down by the sports centre."

"T-thanks," came Sid's timid reply.

Aaron looked over at him. "Relax -- it's not a date-date. Not if you don't want it to be. You can just talk. He's chill with it."

"If you say so."

"I do say so. Sid, listen... don't let your nerves get to you, eh? You're just going to meet up with someone to hang out with, that's all. Like you would any friend."

As they arrived outside the bar Aaron gave the cat an elbow-nudge and a charismatic smile.

"You'll have a great time, trust me! I know your type."

* * *

The pair entered the bar. It was classy -- nowhere near the kind of dive Sid had thought his friend would drag him along to. Well-lit. Reasonable clientele. Then again, Aaron was putting his best foot forward -- perhaps he was making sure the vibes were right for first impressions, and in doing so stepping out of his comfort zone as well?

"C'mon, should be down this way," said the pony as he led his friend around.

Sid and Aaron walked through a busy crowd and found themselves at the far end of the building. Function rooms and private tables dwelt this way, fenced off by velvet ropes, with fewer open barstools for the plebs to avail of. Anthros of various stripes flitted about. They slipped through the commotion and came at last to the planned rendezvous at the end of the main bar.

Up ahead, Aaron spied their prize. A tall, dark-furred anthro sat at the bar. Of similar equine build but a fair bit larger than Sid's pony friend. A deep chestnut brown mane flowed freely, groomed to perfection. His ears flicked idly as he looked side-to-side -- obviously waiting for someone.

That someone gulped as he began his approach.

Aaron kept back and to the side, his wingman-ly duties paramount. Sid walked forward a few paces, still directly behind (and therefore out-of-view) of his prospective date. Small shivers consumed him and butterflies played havoc with his innards. But he kept going, spurred on by Aaron's advice and good-natured encouragement:

"C'mon dude, take it easy! I'm right here... so relax..."

Sid calmed. His friends words were more than welcome. This would be one of the few times he went out dating -- even if it just resulted in making a new friend. His shyness was a tough opponent, willing to pull out all the stops to keep him single. Now, however, it didn't feel as bad. Just like Aaron said, it's not really a date-date. Not if I don't want it to be. We're just chatting.

As if on cue, Aaron shattered Sid's calm composure by throwing his arm up in the air, waving wildly, and calling out: "YO! Ben! Behind ya!"

The tall equine cross-breed at the bar turned around. Sid's eyes went wide, and all his fears of social interaction came surging back to him. Then, suddenly, a thought occurred:

That face! This 'Ben'?

No... it couldn't be...

Holy shit!

...

It is!

...

Sid realised who he had been set up to meet as images flashed across his mind's eye:

A countryside idyll... bathed in setting sunlight... golden hues cast across a red barn nestled among rolling hills that were blanketed by wildflowers. Ben stood at the entrance, chocolate-brown fur darkened by the door-frame overhead. Shirtless. Only a pair of faded jeans hugging his powerful legs. His mane... cascading down his back, over his shoulders. Slightly dishevelled. A thick leather belt wrapped around his waistline. Dirt clung to his hooves.

FLASH!!!

The scene had transformed: Ben was up close, leaning against the barn door, arms crossed... the faint sheen of sweat captured in time by the photographer's retro-style flash-bulb. A smirk played on his lips as he gazed out toward the horizon...

FLASH!!!

Another manly vista: Ben sat on a hay-bale in a relaxed pose, hands resting casually on his thighs...

FLASH!!!

He was now inside the barn, one arm raised -- leaning against the top of the door-frame. Backlit by the warm light of the fading sun... body cloaked in shadow... his silhouette revealing every curve and contour of his muscled body. And his body -- bare, his clothes long discarded. A black outline hinting at a scandalous, sensual physique...

...

Sid gulped. Time seemed to stop as he was barraged by visions of his prospective date in other environs:

Behind the doors of a neon-drenched clubhouse in a rainswept city street, its clientele indistinguishable from the urban noir background... Ben, reclining... his gaze inviting... his shirt open, tight leather pants bulging with maleness...

FLASH!!!

An axe fell, splitting wood set upon a chopping-block... a hearty grunt heralded a second swing... Ben, his muscled form flexing, almost bursting what little clothes he wore at the seams... as the green woods behind him wafted in a Summer breeze...

FLASH!!!

The pale light of morning peered through half-open curtains. A bedroom... warm and cosy... a great brown figure lying on their side... posing seductively... Ben, his eyes burning with intensity and desire. His body naked, his decency preserved only by the smallest shred of bedsheet draped over his groin...

...

As Sid pictured scene after scene, words soon followed. Titles and descriptions:

Autumnal Adonais, Lumberjack's Labours, Christmas Cabin...

More and more, flowing through his thoughts:

Daring Detective, Tender Tribesman, Farmyard Fantasy...

Again and again and again. And, above all else, the overarching label:

'Muscular Mules'

Sid mouthed the words, getting as far as the first syllable before being dragged back to the real world.

Musc--

"Hey Aaron, good to see you." The anthro's warm welcome derailed Sid's train of thought. Wearing a loose shirt and tight trousers, accentuating his broad and chiselled figure, the mule looked across at him. He smiled. So dashing! Sid smiled back nervously.

"This here's Sid," said Aaron, slapping his friend's back with a hearty thud, "he's a big fan of yours!"

Sid still couldn't believe it. The guy he'd been set up to meet was one of his favourite pin-up models! And dear God! He looked even better in person...

I had no idea Aaron knew guys like him.

"Hi Sid," Ben said in a pleasant baritone.

It took Sid a second to to realise he needed to reply. He waved his hand and said 'hi' back. Again his nerves were tormenting him -- it would take one slip-up or faux pas to send him spiralling.

"So," came Aaron's warbling voice, "I believe drinks are in order!" He produced a bundle of banknotes and shoved it unceremoniously into Sid's mitts. "There you go bud, told you I'd pay." Then, the pony swivelled on one hoof and made to leave, causing Sid to blurt out:

"W-wait? You're leaving already!?"

Aaron shot him a devious look. "Course! My work here is done. I gotta sense for this you see. A knack, if you will. I know you and Ben will hit it off... get on like a house on fire. What else do you need me for, hmm?" With that, he sauntered off, waving to his friends as he departed. His hooves beat a steady clop-clop-clop that diminished in volume the further her walked, continuing to announce his exit long after he disappeared into the crowd.

Sid gave a lacklustre wave in return, before turning around and looking at Ben. Mixed horse/donkey parentage leant him a powerful, bulky appearance. Through his loose-fitting shirt Sid saw firm pecs and rippling abs, furred flesh straining to escape the confines of 100% Egyptian cotton. A tightness that continued into his trousers, that hugged bulging thigh and calf before stopping short of broad shiny hooves.

As Sid regarded him so too did Ben study the slender feline that had graced his presence. Cute face -- especially the way his nose scrunched. The t-shirt and shorts combo wasn't what he'd expected (Aaron's descriptions had conjured different, nerdier images in his mind) but came together to give the cat a touch of brash charm whilst not denying his timid personality. A little flirty. Some fur poked out from between his t-shirt and shorts -- spilling over in swatches of hazel and white. Slender legs flowed, terminating in soft-padded paws as like their hoofed counterparts most anthros went barefoot where possible.

"You gonna talk or just stare?"

Sid's face dropped. He'd let things go on too long without a follow-up. The warm crimson of the velvet ropes adorning nearby doorways was found severely wanting 'gainst the vibrant hues of Sid's glowing embarrassment -- his face flush with blood-red shame. He was about to turn tail and run when a soft look from Ben bade him stay.

"I don't mind staring, it's how I make a living after all!" The buff mule patted a barstool next to him. "Wanna sit down?"

Sid gave an unsteady 'sure' as an answer.

"Then," said the larger anthro, "why don't we get started by spending some of Aaron's drinking money?"

* * *

First round of drinks was to be the most expensive and flavourful -- as the more they imbibed the less they'd be able to discern the niceties of taste; it would made no sense at that point to spring for fancy cocktails made of all kinds of fruits and liqueurs. A tall glass of luminous green accompanying a slender flute of deep blue -- both adorned with lemon, lime, and a salted rim -- arrived. Ben and Sid picked up their drinks.

"Cheers."

They clinked glasses.

The first splash of alcohol in Sid's mouth tickled him -- he sipped some more and started to calm down. No big deal -- just an icon of his infatuation sitting right next him at a bar, on a date with him! Wait... was this a date-date or not a date-date? That was up to him... right? What should he say? What should he do? The feline's mind raced as his anxieties fought against the lapping tide of slight inebriation.

Ben made the first move, asking a little about Sid. His life, his job, his hobbies -- that sort of thing. Sid gave polite but non-committal answers, and the equine hybrid sensed his reluctance to say much of anything. So, he changed tack:

"I hear you like my modelling work?"

Sid flushed red again -- this time his ears were the worst; bright beacons blazing for all to see. "Uh... yeah... um, Aaron mentioned that to you didn't he." He took another sip of his cocktail.

Ben mulled over how next to proceed.

"Well," said the mule, "do you have any favourites? I've done plenty of clothed shoots but from what our friend tells me it's my adult catalogue you have a particular interest in." He was satisfied with his phrasing. Enough to tease out the real Sid he knew lay bundled beneath layers of shyness. Aaron had been right: Sid was his type. Ben was tired of the gym rats and the air-headed 'dude-bros' he had to spend time with most days, and so gravitated towards the sensitive. The petite (compared to him). The soft, cute guys he could wrap completely in a big bear hug, and smother with his bulky frame. Who made him feel like a protector, not a competitor.

He watched the cat glance furtively about, and chuckled. "Easy Sid, I'm not trying to torment you."

Sid contemplated his own next move. Should he be more forward? More flirty? He had to break out of his shell some day. Maybe today was the day? The alcohol certainly helped. As he watched the mule drink he made the decision to gush:

"Okay," said the cat, taking a deep breath, "this is really weird for me. Like, a guy I have a tonne of sexy pin-ups of is talking to me... like... in person... I mean, this isn't a normal day for me as you can probably guess..."

"I know," Ben said, "from what Aaron tells me you don't meet new folks that often."

"Oh gosh did he really share everything there was to know about me!? Ugh!" Sid kicked the leg of his stool in frustration, which Ben found endearing. The shared a look and eased into quiet mutual laughter. "Alright... anyway... your modelling..."

Sid continued: "my, uh, my favourites are those Spring calendar shoots you do for Muh-Muscular Mules... there's just something about the way you can pose with sunlit fields behind you that... uh, never mind. Um, I also think you look great on the beach -- can picture the breeze blowing through your mane... uh, um... oh and I have some of your cosplay pin-ups. The, uh, ones where you're dressed--"

"In nothing but a thin loincloth that barely covers my junk? And in some very special cases: nothing at all?"

"Yuh-yeah," Sid tittered, "those ones. They're not as 'tasteful' as your other work for Muscular Mules but, um--"

"Well the company only sells those to order, while the rest of my work is sold in conventional stores. I'm nude in a lot of those, especially the calendars, but with clever use of light and shadow you don't see anything dangerous."

"Uh-huh. But I like both. You're very good at..." Sid trailed off. Was he really going to compliment how he thought Ben was very good at being naked? He only just met the guy! And what sort of phrasing was that? Then again, he was veering into that territory, although so far he was sure he'd avoided saying anything too indecent. He was just a person admiring art. Looking wasn't a crime.

He was interrupted by another chuckle from Ben, the mule tipping his glass to him. "Always nice to meet a fan! Maybe I could bring you to a shoot?"

Ben studied Sid's expression. Beyond the physical interest he knew the cat had for him, he saw a hint of happiness. That he was getting along with one of his photographic idols -- a celebrity, no matter how minor, in Sid's eyes. It gladdened him that he wasn't scaring off the feline.

"I..."

"I mean, it's a valid offer. But only if you're comfortable, and only if we end up better acquainted. I don't show off in person for free to just about anybody. Guy's gotta make a living." He paused, sizing up his date. "Let's not get bogged down on the finer points of my job, hmm? Aaron set us up 'cause he though we would match well. I don't know how he comes up with these things, but I'm enjoying myself so far. What about you?"

Sid smiled. "Yeah. This is kinda fun."

"I'd hope I was more than 'kinda' fun," joked Ben, "but hey, we just met. Wanna get some more drinks and see where the evening takes us?"

* * *

What had begun as friendly conversation over drinks had become a night on the town. Ben and Sid moved from bar to club, seeking light and music. Loud music. The pounding, drowning kind. An early headache, to eclipse the hangover both were going to have the next morning, but on their terms. It was this need for excitement that drove them searching, until they found a place nestled between two refurbished row-houses accessible through a flight of steps that wound below street-level. Once inside, they were confronted by exactly the pulse-pounding rhythms of electronic dance music they desired. Ben was more familiar with this scene than Sid, and recognised a few local faces from elsewhere, but the cat soon let go of his prior inhibitions and thrived on the club floor.

The pair danced into the night. Sid's playful side showed itself in his movements -- curving and airy, like he was weightless. His arms and legs swayed to the beat, Ben's gaze fixed upon the little feline; nothing else in the place seemed to matter. The occasional touch or hold brought them in contact, two furtive partners lost in the moshing crowd surrounding them. They balanced this exertion with rest-breaks, pacing both their drinking and their dancing.

During one of these breaks, after finding a quiet spot to sit and relax -- hidden from view by booth walls as the dance floor blazed with multicoloured light -- Sid gambled the night on one single simple act of affection:

He nudged forward and kissed Ben. Not a long, sopping smooch but a tender peck that could be interpreted multiple ways. The cat's heart leapt when he made his move, and Sid hoped Ben took it the right way.

After a second or two, Ben's brow furrowed. His hard-to-read features warped into some semblance of... confusion?

"Did... we just kiss?" he asked, his voice hard to make out amid the din of the club.

Sid's ears flushed red, as had happened a few times today. "Yeah," he ventured, reaching out with his hand to stroke Ben's fingers, "I guess we did."

He studied the mule's facial expressions. His heart continued to pound against his chest.

Ben's lip curled into a slight smile. His eyes shone 'gainst the house lights of the nearby dance-floor.

"Do you want to kiss again?" asked Ben, his hand taking Sid's and returning the tender touches. "Properly this time, not just a little peck?"

"I..."

"Only if you're okay with it Sid. This is our first date after all."

Some part of Ben's considerate words caused Sid to burst out laughing. "What century is it? First dates are all about kissing! And--" Sid stopped himself from going any further. Like a bad hiccup his newfound feelings had welled up inside and left him stuttering.

Ben leaned close and spoke in a whisper: "and what else?"

Through a bout of blushing Sid answered: "who knows?" His padded fingertips rubbed the back of Ben's hand. "Anything could happen -- couldn't it?"

"Anything?"

The music system interrupted them, its loud wailing switching gears from thumping rhythm to abstract ambiance -- synth-tracks like siren-calls filled the air.

Ben and Sid got up from the resting place and stood close together. "That could be the booze talking," the mule said.

Sid's arms linked with his. The pair started to sway.

"Nuh-uh," said Said, "we've only had, like, a couple. No... three drinks each. Two back at the bar. One each here -- see!" For effect he grabbed the wad of cash from his pocket and held it up. "We've barely touched Aaron's drink money."

"I suppose you're right Sid. I also think we should give him some of this back -- what was he thinking loading us up with so much potential alcohol?"

Sid looked away. "You know what..." he murmured.

"Oh?" chuckled Ben. "Yeah should've got that."

"He's a dirty trickster is what he is."

"Oh the dirtiest; fobbing his room-mate off to the nearest stud. Hey... do you think he wants you out of your place--"

Before Ben could continue teasing Sid leapt forward and cut him off with a deep kiss. This one was big. Lasting long and rich with yearning. A real eyes-closed kind of deal -- that both Ben and Sid obliged by shutting theirs and drinking in the moment.

Sid's mind raced. His first attempt had been faint. Feeble. Easily brushed off as the alcohol's fault. After all -- Aaron had set them up as a date. It would be rude not to make contact at least once. This one, however? This drawn-out dance of flesh upon flesh? This was more. And couldn't be explained away as fooling around. Purpose guided his lips to Ben's. A desire to meld bodies. Become one...

Ben sensed Sid's wandering hands explore his sides, finding firm musculature and holding tight. His own ran the length of the smaller male from neck to just above his shorts. Soft fur flowed between his fingers as he went past the cut-off of Sid's top. Follicles stood on end -- a forest of goosebumps felled by his hand.

They broke contact. "Sid," rumbled Ben as his eyes opened, finding his counterpart had already deigned to look upon his handsome form. Here he was with someone who could best be characterised as a 'fan' of his work. A devotee of Muscular Mules. A slender twink, unassuming at first but hiding a secret appetite for queer pleasure that he too longed to indulge in. Perhaps Aaron was right to put them together -- that guy's mind worked in mysterious ways. A lot like the divine to those who believed. And who was he to question a higher power or even fate itself if it had led him to find this cutie?

His thoughts strayed and he found himself mashing lips with Sid again. Falling back into him -- an endless recursion of kiss and hold. When next they parted Sid spoke with confidence:

"Ben... you're more than the nearest stud..."

* * *

The door to Ben's place burst open and two figures locked in a bout of passionate kissing entered. They had barely survived keeping their hands and lips to themselves after leaving the club and hailing a late-night taxi. Waiting for privacy.

Sid groaned as his mouth fought with Ben's. He sniffed; the rich tang of the mule's musk filling his nose. The club had amped them up -- worked up both into a lively sweat with their dancing. Even now his heart pounded as he inhaled the strong, deeply masculine scent of his date. Ben too, with a flaring of his large nostrils, absorbed as much of Sid's heightened smell as he could. Their blood was pumping!

They stumbled blindly in the dark, Ben's arm flailing wide in an effort to flip the light-switch. Slam! His palm slapped the wall. Slam! Again, missed his shot. Slam! No dice for his third attempt.

"Mwah--hold on--" the large male grunted as he broke their kiss. He turned from Sid for a moment and finally flipped on the lights. "There!" Triumphantly he returned to the smaller male, and went straight back to kissing.

Heavy hooves stomped upon timber floorboards as Ben led his date through his apartment to the bedroom.

* * *

Am I really about to do this? thought Sid as he found himself in the handsome mule's bedroom. His mind raced to the tempo of his fast-beating heart as realisation dawned. Oh God I am! Oh my... oh...

Before him Ben had disrobed. Gone was the shirt and tight pants. In its stead stood nothing but rich brown fur, sculpted by the contours of his musculature. Such strength and firmness were his job, after all, but to see this naked demigod... this buff beauty... standing in front of him in real life, stirred powerful emotions in Sid.

Silent, Ben stepped over to him. His bulky body came close. Sid dared to look down and saw swinging between his legs his monster meat -- an equine cock rising to full mast as pendulous balls danced below.

Sid looked up. Ben met his gaze and time stopped. Nothing seemed to move...

"Oh Ben," purred Sid, breaking the silence and rejigging their mutual perception of time. The cat reached out, planting a furtive palm on Ben's pectoral.

"You ready?"

Sid bit his lip. The words 'holy shit' bounced around his head; endlessly repeating as the tactile sensation of Ben's firm pec, and stubby nipple, sent tingles of anticipation through him.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholy--

"Yes..."

"You sure?"

Sid nodded enthusiastically.

Ben drew him into a powerful embrace. "Then," he growled, "let's get you outta those clothes. Wouldn't want to make a mess of them, would we?" After he finished speaking he pressed his mouth against Sid's, stealing his breath...

From within Ben's heavenly embrace, Sid wriggled out of his clothes. First his shorts fell from his waist, revealing a scandalous g-string. Ben caught sight of his date's underwear and grabbed big handfuls of exposed ass, forcing a yelp from the horny cat. The next thing to remove was his shirt, which Sid pulled off with the help of Ben. With his date clad in nothing save a thin strip of fabric cupping his petite bulge, the mule gave a grunt of approval:

"Cute thong."

Sid blushed. He looked away and gave a weak chuckle. "I, uh, like how it feels. I didn't know anything was gonna happen tonight so I forgot I was wearing one of my--"

"Sluttiest?"

Sid struggled to answer.

Ben smirked. "And here I thought Aaron said you were a shy guy."

"I'm not usually this... forward. I haven't had much luck meeting new people or dating..."

The mule took his hands and spoke with a warm timbre: "you really stepped out of your shell in the club, Sid. I thought when we were introduced I'd be the one making the first move. Mmmm... but that kiss..."

Ben gave him another peck. Sid's heart fluttered just like it had when he'd realised who he was going on a date with. Here he was, in the arms of a gorgeous male, their lips tussling and tongues fighting as if they were infatuated lovers on their wedding night. "Maybe," he said between breaths, "I just needed to find the right guy to make me feel..."

"Comfortable?"

"Uh-huh." They broke their kiss and held each other.

"Speaking of," the bulky mule mused, "I know things are going fast -- if you don't feel it let me know. I like you Sid, I think you're cute. I wouldn't want to hurt you."

Sid buried his head into Ben's chest and purred. The loud feline rumbling sent vibrations thrumming into the mule's body, which he enjoyed despite how faint the sensation was. "I'm good," he mumbled, rubbing his muzzle into Ben's hard body and revelling in his scent.

They continued fondling and caressing the other. Eventually Ben moved back and planted his rear on his bed, the boards creaking and the springs straining. His silken-haired tail swished against the duvet. Sid continued to stand, admiring Ben's body; he paid special attention to the now hard-throbbing cock that bobbed like a cobra rising from a snake-charmer's pot. That thing was huge! He'd seen it flaccid in some of Ben's work for Muscular Mules -- those 18+ galleries he devoured along with all his other favourite models, and the physical prints he owned that had been ordered online, always with discrete shipping -- but in person was a whole 'nother story.

Ben caught him staring dumbfounded at his pride and joy. "Big huh?"

"Uh yeah, pretty big!"

Without verbal command Sid fell to his knees in front of him. The feline's hands reached out slowly, orbiting the turgid mast at first. Never touching. Just hovering an inch or two away, as if sensing the heat emanating from his flesh. "You want to say hello?" came a tease from Ben. "Don't worry. He doesn't bite." With that last remark Ben tensed his pelvic floor and made his cock flick up suddenly.

Sid yelped in surprise at the sudden wide motion. Catching his stammering breath he looked up at Ben, who smiled and laughed at his little display. "You're even adorable when you get a fright!"

"Can I touch it?" asked Sid.

"I mean, that's why it's sticking up on display. Or did you maybe wanna take a picture? Have me model for you?" He flexed his biceps and gestured to his strong body.

"No way," Sid shot back. His hands moved closer and closer. "Why look..."

Closer. Now a hair's breadth from the huge throbbing organ.

"... when you can..."

Sid gulped. His fingers coiled.

"... feel."

His padded fingers pressed against heated man-flesh. Ben sighed and groaned as he felt the cat grip his shaft. Sid's hands were small in comparison to his penis, but with a determined squeeze they enclosed it, feeling out each bulging vein and contour. Softly sliding across his length. Running over his medial ring -- that ridge of flesh around his cock half-way down. Discovering all there was to know about this great one-eyed beast.

Sid's hand-paws probed and cupped his flared tip, then travelled far down and massaged his heavy orbs -- his testes rolling in their sac at each knead of Sid's greedy paws. A loud, pleasant rumbling emanated from deep within Ben as his received this sensual worship.

"Why..." Sid began but a lump in his throat halted him. Gathering his courage, using the burgeoning lust between them as a source of bravery, he banished his fears and spoke again: "why feel..."

Ben looked at the feline, ears flicking.

"... when you can..."

Sid breathed. His nose twitched as the scent of maleness overwhelmed him. His whiskers danced as he scrunched his face. All the while moving closer to the tip of Ben's cock. Just like in the club, he was taking the initiative -- making the first move. Sid's mouth opened but a crack. His tongue poked out for a second before slipping back inside.

"... taste."

Wasting no time, Sid licked the big donkey dick with gusto. His mouth flew open, tongue darting forth to drag along the flared tip. After his first pass -- causing a great shudder from Ben -- he licked another couple of times in and around the tip. Then his lips, sodden with saliva, pressed against the mule's member. Sensual kisses planted upon his swollen head, now leaking beads of pre-cum as the stimulation increased.

The slender cat wriggled with delight as he tasted the strong, salty tang of mule-cock. His eyes closed shut as he dove in repeatedly, kissing and licking all along the shaft. Drawing out moans of pleasure from his date. He was new to sucking another guy off -- his romantic adventures or lack thereof the source of such inexperience -- but what he lacked in technique he made up for in spirit. Ben packed a huge schlong, a real powerful pipe; bigger than Sid ever expected. That, however, did little to dissuade him as with a brave yawning motion he opened his jaws wide and stuck the massive cock-head in.

"Oh fuck!"

Ben's exclamations were music to his ears. Sid grunted (though only a muffled 'gurf' was heard through layers of meaty male goodness) as he held Ben's tip in his mouth. Struggling to keep the wayward organ still, he bobbed his head. Wet, glucking sounds echoed as he rolled over and back across the first couple of inches -- the wide flared head raking the inside of his mouth with each bob.

Deciding to be ever more daring, Sid pushed further. Taking one or two more inches.

Gluck-gluck-gluck.

"Fuck... Sid..."

Ben's rumbled with a satisfying resonance as his penis slid in-and-out of Sid's mouth. The heat, the pressure, the wetness; it all combined to drive him into the throes of delight. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He dared not put his hands on Sid or interfere in any way with the attentions lavished upon him -- for he feared in doing so he'd scare him off. The guy seemed eager, but not the most adept and sucking cock. Still, a blowjob's a blowjob, and Ben enjoyed the feeling of the cat's slimy throat and sandpaper tongue as they polished him.

"I'm close!"

The mule's hoof slammed down onto the floor, signalling his climax. A loud roar filled the bedroom as Ben felt the first surge of cum bubble up through his cock. Gasping for air, he leaned back and released himself into his date's warm mouth.

Sid was caught unprepared by the sudden blast of creamy white seed that shot from Ben's cock. He gagged as the force of it filled his mouth. The pressure was too much to bear. He'd only felt the first ropes hit his throat and before he had any time to think his mouth was full to bursting. Sid pulled back, startled; his lips broke the seal on Ben's cock and cum sputtered from his mouth.

"Argh! Ah!" screamed Ben as he felt his cock fly free. The huge throbbing organ flopped about, a second and third blast of his essence shooting into the air and landing every which way. Sid hacked as he tried to swallow what was left in his mouth.

Ben's grabbed a hold of his gushing geyser and levelled it, pointing Sid's way. He hoped to keep the cat sucking but the strength of his ejaculation meant otherwise. His balls pumped their sticky goodness again and again -- his dick erupting all over Sid's face, painting the feline as he coughed.

Another two long ropes spewed, landing on Sid's head and shoulder. Coating the poor guy! Ben's bliss had subsided enough for him to focus. The mule looked down at his date's face -- the soaked fur, the open jaws, the lolling tongue -- and savoured Sid's cum-drunk expression.

Now, with the torrent ended, Sid had a moment of respite. The cat gasped for air, his heart pounding in his chest, and spoke:

"Whoa... I... guh... we really just did that?"

Ben's chest heaved with powerful breaths, his orgasm fading. "We did," he replied; fixing his gaze upon Sid, seeing the hunger burning deep within the smaller male.

Sid licked his lips. Salty. He was salty all over! Sure tasted good. Sticky. Slimy. Wet. His jaw hurt from accommodating a massive member. Not just anyone's. Ben's.

Ben.

How he'd ended up kneeling on the floor covered in the cum of one of his fantasy crushes no longer mattered to Sid. The exact sequence of events? Aaron's match-making games? Irrelevant! No, he felt his animal side take over -- the unthinking instincts that demanded more. More! To sate this agonising lust...

Before he had a chance to act Ben grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him upright. Strong hands pressed against his furry body. Fingers capped with hard hoof-like tips prodded him. Light-headed, Sid fought to stand up straight. Ben helped him, held him steady.

With a quick kiss planted on cum-stained lips, Ben lifted Sid up into his arms. "You felt good, little pussycat, now you get somethin' in return."

He threw Sid onto the bed and crawled over to him. The hulking form of the big mule engulfing his date in shadow. Quite a thing for a first date, he thought, let's see where we go from here...

Ben removed Sid's thong, banishing what little fabric had been left to cover the cat. Between his legs the mule's cock swung, still painfully erect (one good nut not enough to sate the beast). It loomed large over its newly-freed counterpart -- Sid's smaller shaft springing to life, hard and sensitive. "Little pussycat's excited," he growled, "aren't you?"

Sid squirmed under the larger male. Not only were his insides churning with anticipation, but his mind ran wild at the thought of being so... uncovered. The last line of defence between himself and nakedness was gone, casually tossed aside by his handsome companion. To Ben's teasing question he nodded -- eyes begging the man go further.

Ben grinned back at the cat. "Mmmm," he said as he stroked Sid's cock -- one hand gently gripping the slender shaft, the other thumbing at his sac. "Cute. Everything about you is cute, isn't it?"

The hand that fondled his balls moved lower and behind, cupping Sid's butt. Fingers dug into the soft flesh with each squeeze, eliciting whimpers from the excited twink. "Nice tushie babe," whispered Ben into Sid's ear, nibbling at the fringe, "nice and soft and plump!"

Sid mewled. His eyes closed. He fizzled with delight as Ben jerked him. Such big hands. So strong. Yet careful. Caring. He felt protected, lying beneath his new stud. The shake of heavy muscle as he massaged his cock... the ominous bobbing of the mule's spear in shadow below... the rumble of his chest as he spoke...

He felt safe. His body relaxed. No longer did his shyness rule him. It would pass, once their intimacy faded from memory, but right now Sid was an eager accomplice -- he'd agree to just about anything his dirty mind could conjure. One idea came to him immediately:

"Finger me," said the cat.

Ben happily obliged, shifting his hand from grabbed ass into prime position for digital penetration. His index finger straightened out as its fellows curled. Its tip circled the pucker of Sid's tail-hole, tickling the sensitive area.

His finger slipped inside. At that exact moment, with the invader pushing its ways into Sid's clenching pucker, Ben pressed his lips to Sid's -- capturing the astonishment and the delight of said moment. Sliding back-and-forth, he fingered his lover's asshole. Muffled purrs barely escaped the union of their maws...

It was too much! Too much for Sid's virgin prostate.

The cat bucked his hips and yowled. Untouched by anyone except for Ben presently his body's hair-trigger instincts spewed his seed. A slender jet of feline cum shot from his cock as Ben milked him. It splashed all over the mule's belly in streaks.

After a respite of several seconds' silence, Ben spoke: "wow Sid, you shot pretty quickly."

"Sorry," said Sid, embarrassed, "I didn't mean to... your finger..."

"No, no... it's okay. Guess I overdid it with the stimulation, huh?" Ben put his hand on Sid's cheek. "Not complaining, you're doing good babe."

Babe. Sid writhed at that word. He'd never been called that before; at least never in circumstances like this. So naughty!

"Wanna keep going?" asked Ben.

Sid kissed him. His answer was clear: yes.

Ben flipped him 'round. Sid flopped and landed chest-down, ass-up. His tail waggled seductively, the cat half-aware of the muscular mule's intentions, and sought to entice him until an intrusive thought rushed through his head. Sid looked over his shoulder at the huge flared tip of Ben's cock, suddenly coming to his senses.

"Whoa!" he cried out. "Wait! Ben... please. You're too big."

"Oh come on babe," rumbled Ben overhead. "I know all the right tricks to make me fit. You just lay down and take it..."

Ben decided to test the waters with a bit of roughness: "... like a good little bitch."

He paused, studying Sid's reaction to his words. Thankfully he hadn't ruined his night with the smaller male by being too aggressive -- the pained yet wanting expression on the cat's face egged him on.

Something submissive awoke in Sid -- a deep, overpowering sensation to give in to this 'alpha' male. A new kink for him, perhaps? First babe, now bitch.

"Yes," moaned the feline. "Yes! Take me."

Ben used his fingers to stretch Sid out -- multiple digits diving into his hole where once a single one had brought him to climax. Sid squealed with delight, submitting to the larger male's dominance. He was putty in Ben's capable hands.

Once he was happy with Sid's stretchiness, Ben positioned his flared tip between soft feline cheeks. The fur tickled him as his flat head pressed up against Sid's pucker. Gently, he pushed forward. He felt Sid flinch, surprised at first, then loosen up as lust overcame any doubt. Ben groaned as his head pried open that sweet pucker, feeling Sid's tight tail-hole suck him in. Insides expanding to accommodate his girth...

"Oh fuck!" the pair moaned in unison, each reeling from their own delightful sensations.

Ben pushed further. His immense equine pride sank another few inches. Warm -- so warm! And tight -- so very tight! Sid's body squeezed him, the cat's asshole trying to force him back out. No, he was going in -- involuntary muscle movements be damned!

"Aaahhh!!!" he roared as he plunged deeper. His huge cock spreading Sid's fluffy cheeks and tail-hole to the tune of sweet moans from the smaller male. Ben was able to sink half-way before encountering serious resistance (the poor pussycat was only so roomy after all). This proved no issue, however, as half his length was more than enough. Sliding back an inch or two, the mule began to pump his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. The moist sounds of his cock, lubricated by Sid's saliva and his own seed, sliding back-and-forth into the tight pocket were soon the only sounds heard aside from heavy breathing and the occasional grunt.

True to Ben's word, the slender feline found himself accommodating the enormous instrument of masculine power with surprising success. "It's all about the angle, and the preparation," the bulky mule explained, "if I get it just right I can slide deep without hurting you." He emphasised his point with a sudden powerful thrust, ramming his dick past the half-way marker of his medial ring. Sid didn't feel any pain, just pure pleasure. His eyes rolled back as he got drunk on the feeling of Ben's rod slotted inside him.

"See," the mule grunted, drawing back out, "got further that time, eh?" He felt Sid wiggle his ass, pushing against him and trying to slide him back inside. "Mmm..." he growled, "like that, huh...?"

The mule gave Sid what he so desperately wanted -- another firm thrust. His heavy balls swung and slapped against feline thighs; the delicate orbs pulsing with yet more seed to release into or onto his new lover. Building up speed, he continued to buck and thrust, raking Sid's inner walls with his pride and joy.

As Ben drilled his ass, his powerful motions jostling Sid about, the feline's mind went blank. No thoughts -- head empty (as the saying goes). Just the sensation of a huge cock ramming home -- a strong male riding him for all he's worth. His prostate hammered by the plunging shaft, his body fuming with delight.

"Harder!" Sid found himself screaming. "HARDER!!!"

Ben kindly obliged.

"Oh God yes!"

Their moans and roars rattled the room. The air was thick with musk. Sweat, spit, and other fluids stained the bedsheets. What was once a quiet gay guy with a femboy edge and his unexpected date in the form of a handsome model had been reduced to a pair of rutting animals -- only instinct driving them. Their sex loud and rough, shaking the bed-frame.

"Yes!"

"YES!!!"

Ben couldn't hold back. Not any more. Sid's ass was divine -- it kept sucking him back in no matter how much the pulled out. Gripping his cock with twitching muscle. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He could sense Sid's delight, his multiple anal-induced orgasms, as the cat writhed upon his cock. With one last big push he could feel as good. He could reach the height of ecstasy. He could--

"GGRRRAAAGGGHHH!!!"

Ben came. Hard. His cock throbbed and pulsed as another surge of hot, sticky cum blasted through. A huge wave of male jelly spilled into Sid. As the first shot left his dick Ben kept thrusting -- his shaft soaking fast with his own seed, gliding more easily into and out of his lover. Another squirt... then another...

The mule felt his arms and legs go weak and he collapsed on top of Sid. Loud groans filled the air.

Sid, his belly bloating with donkey cum, let himself go still beneath the heat and musk of the bulky male. He felt his insides swirling. Bulging with the mule's hot seed. His warmth... before it had covered him... now it flowed within him. Guts burning with salty proof of their union. An outcome to their date that he had not planned for, but enjoyed all the same.

Ben's hips jerked as another, less potent, eruption rocked him. He was spent. His balls ached after such furious fucking, his chest hurt with the strain of rapid breathing, his heart pounding within; winding down his vigorous exercise gave him time to think, to rest. The living cushion that whimpered with delight when he shifted his weight -- whose soft fur meshed with his own, whose pretty cheeks hugged his cock -- was in a similar state. Sid was exhausted. He'd just been thoroughly fucked. He was covered in cum -- on his fur and in his ass. And his nerve endings tingled with lingering pleasure from the afterglow several prostate orgasms. He was ready to fall asleep -- and slip into a dream-state that replayed this encounter over and over again... committing it to memory and scribing every sordid detail with photographic quality.

Part of him wondered if this had even happened. This night of passion. For him? No way -- it had to be a dream, a delusion, a fantasy. There was no way Aaron knew a guy who modelled for Muscular Mules. For the exact brand of pin-up and adult photography Sid was such a fan of? No way... no way...

And yet, as he lay there, stuffed. Beneath a mountain of mule whose warmth radiated all around him, making him feel small but safe. His belly distended and rumbling...

It was too real to deny. Too intense!

Sid heard slow breathing. Ben was falling asleep too.

Ben...

As his own eyes drew shut, Sid wondered if this would become a regular thing. Would this be a first date, or a mere one-night stand? Where were things going to go from here?

All Sid could do was tell his mind to settle down. These were questions for another time. Just enjoy the moment...

The pair drifted off to sleep, wrapped around one another.

* * *

One Month Later

A ringing phone stirred Ben from his half-slumber. The horse grabbed blindly for it as light streamed into his bedroom. Must've overslept, he told himself -- without knowing in his waking state if he even spoke the words aloud.

His thumb hovered over the glowing screen. He waited another second or two before tapping.

Answering his phone he heard a familiar voice:

"Hey dude. What's up?"

"Aaron. Hey."

"You sound tired -- did I wake you?"

Ben rubbed his brow. "No, no," he lied, "was just distracted. What's up?"

"Nothing major," came the electronic crackle of his friend's voice, "I was thinking about the weekend. Would you be free Friday for drinks?"

Someone stirred beside Ben. "Friday?" he said into the phone, adjusting his position on the bed to let them recline against him. "Suppose... how many drinks?"

An arm was laid across his belly. Ben squirmed and sighed as he felt his lover's embrace -- the gentle squeeze of their arm and the warm tingle on his side as they nuzzled him.

"Many. Oh and bring Sid if he's interested."

Ben looked down and saw Sid's weary face staring up at him. The cat smiled and nodded.

"Will do."

The phone went silent.

Sid's hand-paw rested on Ben's pec, soft pads squeezing it, as the feline gave a happy sigh. His brand new engagement ring sparkled in the light. Its counterpart twinkled next to it, wrapped around the mule's finger.