"Chris! What the hell are you doing with your sister's clothes?" shouted the little colt's father.

The boy let out a scream, blushed and ran off to his room as his father grumbled. It was already the fourth time he had been caught wearing his sister's skirt in the house, women's clothes had been something that had caught Chris' attention for a while now, but his father was not amused and had already punished him a couple of times.

"What happened?" asked a mare, who was finishing the dishes.

"He was wearing his sister's clothes again..."

"Relax, it's just a phase, he'll grow out of it..."

"I never did that when I was his age..."

"Because you grew up with six male siblings."

"I would have been beaten to a pulp if I'd worn one of my mother's dresses..."

"And did you want to?"

"No, of course I didn't."

"Well, your son did."

"We should do something..."

"What do you propose?"

"Maybe a specialist..."

"John...all he needs is to spend more time with his father."

"I'm trying!"

"Not hard enough."

"The kid runs away every time I talk to him."

"Yelling at him doesn't count as talking, honey."

"You could use this weekend to do something together."

"Aren't you taking him with you to your mother's?"

"Yes, unless you want to do something with him..."

"I guess we could go hunting..."

"Love...he's only thirteen, I don't think that's appropriate."

"Maybe...go fishing or camping."

"Chris hates outdoor activities..."

"Well, I have no idea what to do!"

"Why don't you try something simpler like going out to eat or watching a movie together?"

"Just that? But those things we do as a family all the time..."

"Yeah, but this time it'll be just the two of you."

"Well...I'll see what to do."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, honey."

The mare gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and withdrew, while the equine male was left to think for a long time about how to approach his son.

The next day, already Friday, Chris' mother and sister said goodbye to the two males of the family and left. The little horse was completely terrified at the thought of being left alone with his father and made quite a fuss when his mother told him that this time he would not be able to accompany them to his grandmother's house.

"Easy, champ, we'll have fun."

Chris swallowed hard and, as soon as his mother left, asked in a shaky voice, "Dad...can I go to my room?"

"Y-Yeah...sure..." replied the adult, rather disappointed.

The weekend and the plan to get a little closer to his son had gotten off to a bad start and, as the little boy climbed the stairs, a slight frustration was taking hold of John.

When seven o'clock rolled around, John already had his first move planned, they would go out for a walk and burgers, then a movie and then ice cream, a winning combination that couldn't go wrong. But all the precious stained glass the adult had designed was shattered when he entered his son's room and found the boy in an awkward situation, this time he had not only dressed up in his sister's clothes but also painted his nails, eyelashes and lips.

"Chris!"

" Dad!"

Seeing his father come untimely into his room and approach him with a surprised and angry face, the boy jumped from his bed to the floor, covered his head and began to cry.

The scene caused the adult to take pity on his son and, after unclenching his fists, he sighed and sat down on the boy's bed.

"Chris...sorry for yelling at you, you're not in trouble, calm down..."

It took the little horse a moment to recover, he wiped away his tears and sat on the bed next to his father.

John slipped his arm around his son's back and hugged him.

"Sorry, Dad..."

"Chris, tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know..."

"Tell me what you're feeling, I want to understand you."

"You're not going to be mad at me?"

"No, you can say anything, I promise I won't get mad."

"I-I love you, Dad..."

"I love you too, son."

"No...not like that..."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you like you and Mom love each other..."

"I still don't understand, Chris..."

"A few months ago I went downstairs at night to get a drink of water and I saw you...you and mom were doing that thing parents do, on the kitchen table..."

"Oooh..."

"I kept watching you for a while and..."

"What did you feel, son?"

"I felt like I wanted to be in Mom's place...with you on top of me."

"But Chris...I do that with your mother because she's my special girl..."

"I want to be your special girl too..."

"Is that why you've been dressing like your sister's clothes?"

"Y-Yes...I thought if I looked pretty like mom, you would pay attention to me...besides I like it..."

"Son..."

"I'm sorry, Dad...I promise I won't do it again."

John was silent for a moment after hearing his puppy's words, then he brought his muzzle close to the boy's head and his wife's scent flooded his nostrils.

"You know...I was thinking maybe we could go out tonight."

"I don't feel like it, Dad..."

"What if it were a date?"

"A date?"

"Yeah, a real date, like we were boyfriend and girlfriend."

Chris' heart was pounding at full speed, while the huge smile on his face couldn't grow any bigger.

"Yes!" the little boy shouted with joy, and hugged his father.

John gave the puppy a kiss on the forehead and smiled at him.

"Give me a moment, daddy, I'm going to change."

"No need, just fix your makeup and we'll be on our way."

Chris nodded, got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where he grabbed his mother's makeup kit, wiped off the paint that had run from the tears and groomed himself as carefully as he had before.

John and his son walked hand in hand out of their home and into their car.

"Where are we going, Dad?"

"We're going to get something to eat and then go to the movies."

"Yes!"

"And call me John."

"S-Sure..." replied the puppy, his face completely flushed.

After a short ride, the two horses arrived at a sparsely populated family restaurant they usually visited as a family, took a table outside and ordered a large pizza with vegetables.

"So...John...why did you ask me out?"

"Well...what can I say, I can't resist beautiful girls."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course you are!"

"Pretty enough for us to be boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Chris..."

"I could be one of your special girls, secretly..."

"Why don't we enjoy the night first?"

"You're right, but..."

"Yes?"

"Promise we'll do everything like we're real boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Everything?"

"Yes...After all, you said this was a date."

"That's right, I'm going to keep my word, my pretty girl."

The adult reached across the table, taking the boy's hand gently and tenderly, causing Chris to cover his mouth and let out a giggle as he blushed again.

"Tell me, John, isn't there a problem with our age difference?"

"Well...I admit it's a little hard for me not to feel uncomfortable, but...I'm forty-five, I've seen a lot of weird things already."

"Weird things like what?"

"You see...about twenty years ago, the internet gave you access to a lot crazier stuff than it does today."

"What kind of crazy stuff?"

"Crazy stuff like this date, albeit wilder..."

Dinner continued without any jolts, and when the meal was over, they both went into the car and drove straight to the movie theater the family frequented. The chosen movie was, to John's torture, one of teenage romance that seemed to last an eternity.

In the darkness of the movie theater, the adult put his hand on the boy's thigh, squeezing it gently as he sniffed his head. Chris was completely startled, unable to take his eyes off the screen, he could feel his father's huge hand while his heart was beating fast, he wanted to kiss the male of his dreams but he was very shy and didn't feel comfortable having so many people around. The only thing the boy dared to do, during a particularly dark scene in which not even the faces of the people sitting next to him could be seen, was to imitate his father and put his small hand on the adult's thigh.

Feeling the trembling contact, John smiled, took his son's hand and brought it to his crotch, making the boy feel for the first time the penis of a real male.

When the movie was over, father and son hurried off to their car and stood for a moment in silence until the big horse spoke.

"What did you think?"

"It was fun, though not as good as the first part, werewolves aren't romantic at all..."

"Honey... I didn't mean the movie," John said, and rested his hand on the boy again.

"I liked it... I liked it a lot."

"Is this your first time touching another male?"

"Yes..."

"Did you like that too?"

"Yes... although..."

"Although?"

"It felt very big..."

"Your mother said the same thing the first time. In fact... when we were twenty-two we came to this very movie theater and did the same thing you and I just did."

"And then we went to a special place..."

"Could we go to that special place too?"

"I was thinking we'd go for ice cream..."

"Daddy..."

"Are you sure you're ready for that, honey?"

"I don't know, but I do want to..."

"Did they teach you any of this at school?"

"We had a couple of classes until a church group protested to cancel them..."

"Hmm..."

"But...ever since I saw you and Mom in the kitchen I've been looking on the internet..."

"On the computer in your room?"

"No, on my sister's..."

"Heh heh, good boy," John complimented the boy, patting his head affectionately.

"So...can we go to the special place?"

"Sure thing, baby."

The adult started the car and drove to the outskirts of town, where they came upon a rather unkempt park but with quite a few parked cars. John took a spot and turned off the engine.

"Where are we, Dad?"

"John."

"Yes, sorry, John..."

"This has been, for many years, Lover's Park."

"What a nice name..."

"This is where young people come with their partners or adults with other adults' partners to enjoy some quiet time."

"Are there food carts?"

"Ha ha! No, honey, there are no food carts."

Both horses got out of the car, John took his son by the hand and they walked down a path full of leaves and branches. After a short walk, darkness covered them, the park's streetlights were no longer working, and only small glows could be seen coming from lit cigarettes in other people's hands or cell phone screens. Despite the lack of light, the place felt cozy and safe, with affectionate murmurs traveling on the wind.

John and Chris finished walking the trail and found themselves in a huge meadow, dimly lit by moonlight, with dozens of couples lying on the grass on beach towels. The father and son made their way to an unoccupied end and sat down on the somewhat overgrown grass.

"Do you like the place?"

"It's beautiful...very romantic."

"Close your eyes and breathe."

The little equine obeyed his huge lover and closed his eyes. After the soft evening breeze, the thick fingers of Chris's father rested on the delicate arms of the boy, who began to shiver from the contact he had craved so much. Chris swallowed for a second before John's large muzzle came to rest on his lips and began to kiss him. The adult horse's thick tongue made its way into the boy's small mouth as if he had rolled out a warm rug, causing him to relax completely and clear his mind of all doubt.

After a good while, John cut the kiss short and lay back on the grass, hugging his son and pulling him against him. Chris sighed in love as he rested his head on his father's chest, enjoying the other male's warmth and the taste that the other's saliva had left in his mouth.

"Your first kiss?" the adult asked, resting one of his hands on his son's head, caressing it lovingly.

"Yes..."

"Did you like it?"

"John...I'd spend all day doing it."

"Heh heh, me too."

"John...you are a beautiful, gentle male...I love you."

"Awwr...my special girl, I love you too."

The adult brought his index finger up to his son's lips, gently tracing the corner of his lips, still wet from the long make-out session, until he returned just below the nostrils and began to press. Chris opened his mouth and, like a good submissive, began sucking on his father's finger.

"Did you bring underwear?"

"Y-Yes...I'm wearing a thong..."

"Pull it down a little bit, uncover your bottom."

The boy obeyed and, before answering his father, felt the thick finger rest on his anus, probing it a couple of times to moisten the skin before it began to sink in. Chris gritted his teeth and shifted a little, trying to settle in to ease the strange sensation of being stretched wide.

"D-Daddy..."

"Easy, honey, I know..."

The little horse groaned as his anus bumped against the other male's knuckle, his little hole was so tight that every inch made itself felt, and Chris confirmed it with every moan and groan.

"That's...good female..."

"Hmmm..."

"It feels so warm inside you..."

"Daddy..."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes..."

"My pretty girl..."

"I want to be your best girl."

"Honey...this is not a competition, I love you both equally."

"I know...but I still have a long way to go to catch up with mom..."

"Catch up to her in what way?"

"In satisfying you, John..."

"Ooh! Don't worry about that, we'll have plenty of opportunities for that."

"Mmmhhmm..."

"Now give me a kiss while Daddy keeps spreading your little hole wider."

Chris nodded and lifted his muzzle to reconnect his lips with the adult's, allowing the big horse to once again flood his little mouth with that thick, long tongue.

John held his son tightly and pushed his tongue as far as he could into Chris' mouth before forcing another finger inside the little horse, causing the boy to kick and try to free himself as his eyes welled up with tears.

A good while later, the kissing stopped as the adult pulled his two fingers out of Chris's open, swollen anus, which was throbbing trying to mimic the movement he had been subjected to for the past half hour.

"Shall we go home?"

The boy nodded and struggled up from the grass, his legs trembling and the front of his skirt completely wet with the clear juice his penis had been producing while his father played with him.

John got up too, took his son by the hand and they both walked back through the darkness to their car, gave each other one last kiss, and drove off.

When they arrived home, the adult took Chris in his arms and carried him to the master bedroom, laying him carefully on the bed on which he had so often fucked and impregnated his wife. Immediately, the big horse began to remove his clothes until it was time to unzip his pants and release the huge equine phallus that stood erect and dripping, in the direction of the little boy.

"J-John...it's huge..."

"Do you want to touch it?"

"Yeah..."

Chris reached up to grasp his father's thick penis, which was warm to the touch and throbbing as it leaked small amounts of precum from its flat tip. The boy looked closely at the adult's penis, which was as long as his arm and thick as his fist, meaty and flexible, with a strong masculine aroma that quickly invaded the little horse's nose and made him shiver.

"Fantastic...that's the same reaction your mother made the first time we..."

"J-John...you're a great male..."

"And you're about to become one of my special girls, turn around."

"Y-Yes..."

The boy took one last look at his father's big dick before turning around and getting on all fours on the bed, giving the adult his back and facing the wall.

John walked over to his closet, pulled out a small box of toys that he and his wife had been experimenting with for years, and grabbed a small sachet of lube before returning to the bed, positioning himself behind his son. The adult lifted the skirt covering the little equine's private parts, and enjoyed the view of that little hole he'd been fingering for quite a while.

"Ooh Chris...I'm going to ruin that little butt..."

"It's all yours, Daddy. You're the only male I want in my life..."

"My love...believe me after this weekend, no other male will be able to satisfy you."

The boy swallowed saliva at those words, and before he could think any further about that huge tube of flesh, a cold, viscous liquid fell directly onto his anus, trickling down into his loins. But something else quickly occupied Chris's mind, the huge glans of his father's cock rested on his tiny entrance, making the boy shudder.

"Get ready, my beautiful girl, take a deep breath."

John held his son tightly and, before he heard any response, began to press his cock against Chris's anus, leaning his whole body over the little horse until the virgin sphincter gave way.

"Aaah!"

The foal's piercing cry was heard throughout the house the instant the adult's masculinity broke through, claiming his bowels.

"That's...good girl..."

"Daddy, it's so big!"

"I know, honey, hang in there."

"It hurts!"

The adult pulled his cock out of the boy, producing an obscene sound, looked at the sore reddened hole, opened another sachet of lube and poured it out before penetrating Chris's anus again.

"Oooh!"

"Better?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Now you must be brave and hold on, it's your job as a female."

"S-Slow down...please..."

"To the rhythm of love, my special girl."

With that said, John began to ram into his son, with the typical force of his species, burying the long penis deeper and deeper, eventually managing to get a small bulge showing on the little equine's abdomen.

"Oooh...I feel strange..."

"That happens when females do their duty to their males."

"Y-Yes..."

The next thrust slammed the adult's pelvis against the boy's buttocks, and Dad's huge balls against Chris's testicles, instantly producing the little horse to squeal and ejaculate, shooting a powerful jet of his young jizz against the skirt covering his penis.

"That's it!"

"Daddy!"

"Get ready, honey, it's my turn now."

A couple of strokes later, John gave one last, especially strong thrust, neighing as he began to cum, causing his entire penis to throb at full length, transporting a generous amount of spunk that flooded smoothly into the boy's bowels.

Chris grabbed his belly with both hands, feeling it slowly swell, producing a feeling of warmth and discomfort at the same time, making the boy feel giddy and loved at the same time.

"Daddy...ooh..."

The horse sighed and dropped down on his son, as his long, thick cock continued to deposit all of his seed.

"You did so good, my girl..."

"I love you, John..."

"I love you too, Chris."

When the adult caught his breath, he broke away from the boy and stood gazing delightedly at the gaping, wet hole, which was grotesquely dripping his semen as it throbbed, trying to close.

"It feels horrible and it burns..."

"Honey, it feels better than it looks, believe me..."

"Can we take a bath?"

"Sure thing, princess."

John lifted his son into his arms and carried him to the bathroom, leaving a trail of cum that kept pouring out of Chris's anus. The adult turned on the hot water, undressed the boy and they both climbed into the tub, being slowly covered by the water as they hugged and kissed.

The weekend passed fleetingly, although there was no shortage of opportunities for the lovers to explore all sorts of pleasures. On Monday, Chris's mother and sister returned, and found the boy dressed completely as a female, this time in his own clothes. John explained to his wife that their son felt better this way and that there was no point in forcing him to look any other way. The mare understood the situation and accepted Chris, giving him a big hug.

Family life continued peacefully, although, from that weekend on, father and son, John and Chris never missed an opportunity to spend time together, especially away from home, where the little equine gladly took his place as his father's special girl.