[Private RP] "Greener Pastures" [Frisk/Dashte]

[Dashte]

Dash splayed his head back in ecstasy, the coyote's touch and grasp on his pecs pushing him over the limit. Mustering enough to push past it all, the stallion grasped Prowl from behind his head, greedily pressing him closer onto his peck. Resting his hand on his upper arm, he took in every contour of his taut physique as he wandered down to the yote's busy hand. Joining in, the lustful horse grabbed ahold of both their immense cocks, stroking and slathering them together in the mess of pre they spilled between them. Briskly tilting Prowl's chin up, he met his lips with an overbearing vigor. Delving his warm wet tongue into his mate's maw, briefly sweeping across the his muzzle as their embrace broke apart for small strands of time for quick breathes.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Prowl grunted blissfully as Dash pulled him in, his warm lips kneading into the horse's firm, but malleable pec as he sucked hard on his dark nipple. Precum dripped off their balls in thick, slimy strands and fat droplets as the coyote's cock twitched and pumped his presemen non-stop, and his muzzle leaves Dash's nipple with a wet peck, only to meet his partner's deep kiss with one of his own. He opened his eyes half-way as Dash shoved his tongue in his mouth. The coyote was usually the one to put his tongue into his partner's maw, but receiving it wasn't bad either.

Dash's tongue was huge, hot, and delicious, like the rest of him, and he couldn't help but wrestle the organ with his own powerful appendage, suckling on it warmly. Upon breaking apart, he smiled at the horse, a little out of breath, he grinned and gently backed him up until his muscular shoulders pressed against the tiled wall.

"Lean back, big guy." He spoke softly, his masculine voice quiet and sultry as he lowered himself down to one knee. Water dripped from his damp body, droplets of the clear liquid soon blending in with his sweat and musk, his cock lay heftily against his thigh as he pointed Dash's cock downward, stroking along the length, admiring every vein and groove as they pressed against his firm palm. "Take it easy; I'm gonna give you your first blow job, aright?" He winked up at the horse, massaging his gargantuan sack.

[Dashte]

Warm pellets from the shower overhead trickled down upon the two towering masses of testosterone as they gazed into one another's eyes. Folding his arms behind his wet mane, he leaned back against the smooth shower tiles. Still in a daze from the quick pace of how things progressed thus far, all the stallion could muster was a bashful yet eager nod.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

With a roguishly charming half-smile, the coyote reached toward the shower-knob, the horse's hot flesh pressing against one of his damp cheeks as he turned the water off, wanting no less than the unadulterated musk and flavor of his friend's manhood. It was all happening so fast, sure, but they've known each other for a long time, they both wanted this, and Prowl was going to make sure it was an experience Dash would never forget.

Prowl began by admiring the horse's ebony flesh, eyes devouring every centimeter of the hot, fat length of pure manhood. He wanted the horse to know that he was impressed, and that he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Barely managing to wrap one paw around the base, he masturbated the length with his other, his smooth pads gliding slickly along the wet meat as he spread Dash's thick precum all over it, leaving the flesh with a slippery sheen while feeling it throb in his grasp, the thick veins pulsing noticeably.

"You've got a fucking hot cock, man..." Prowl growled, his hot breath washing over the flare. "Here I go..." He lifted the hefty slab of hard flesh up and pressed his wide, wet tongue against the base, just above the horse's sack, before dragging the skilled appendage up along the underbelly of his glistening cock-flesh, taking his time and tasting the horse, his tongue wrapping around the horse's girth and swirling upward until it circled the flared tip. He had to move the cock around in circular motions for his tongue to circle the thick head, panting huskily the whole time. "Mnmm..." He moaned softly, tonguing at the horse's pisshole, his paw stroking his firm hip and while tracing a fingertip along the veins beneath his pearly-white fur.