This story was written for Shadowpanther200 as part of my Kink Commission Challenge, and contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

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Zeek's hips swung from side to side as he sang along to the lively tune currently escaping from his laptop's speakers, the skunk's long black hair swishing wildly around his head while the wooden spoon in his hand conducted the rhythm of the music like there was an orchestra behind it rather than a synthesizer. On the stove close by several pans full of sauces and potatoes bubbled away merrily, while in the oven a perfect set of chicken supremes were just beginning to cook through. The skunk didn't look like he was dressed for cooking, indeed with a pink top laced with frills, one of its shoulder straps hanging down off his shoulder and a silky light blue skirt that flowed gloriously with his tail and hair as he danced, Zeek didn't look like he was dressed for any serious activities. That was who the skunk was though; he liked, no, he loved wearing women's clothing, and indeed that was all that he felt truly comfortable in. Thus come rain or shine, work or relaxation, cooking and cleaning or snuggling with his boyfriend, that was the kind of stuff Zeek would wear.

As his song drew to a close and the laptop's shuffle function selected a softer, more peaceful song to follow it up, Zeek turned his attention more closely back to the cooking. In less than half an hour he and his lover were playing host to six of their dearest friends, and nothing made Zeek more proud and content than seeing other people wolfing down food he'd prepared for a dinner party or a holiday meal. The skunk dipped the wooden spoon in his paw down into a pan of a rich, brown sauce chasseur, brought it to his lips, blew on it twice; once for luck, and tasted it. He squealed softly, bouncing up and down on the toes of his footpaws. It was perfect! They were going to love it, and they were all going to love him for making it for them.

"What's up, hon?"

Having heard Zeek's exclamation of excitement, Paul stuck his head in around the kitchen door. The stallion, six foot seven inches tall and a burly, black furred Clydesdale, was every bit the opposite of the lithe and femininely figured skunk. His expression was still warm and loving as he addressed his boyfriend though, for as big and tough as he may have been, Paul's heart was every bit as huge as the rest of him. He grinned as Zeek explained to him how great the sauce was, but blushed and shook his head when the skunk demanded he come into the kitchen and try a spoonful. Zeek huffed, pouting mournfully.

"Why not? Do... do you not think it's gonna be good enough?"

The equine male's eyes widened, and he shook his head in denial.

"No! No, hon, that's not it at all. It's just... I'm kinda only half dressed here."

One of Zeek's paws flew to his muzzle, and the skunk giggled playfully as he leaned to the right, attempting to spy on the portion of Paul which was still hidden from view by the kitchen doorway.

"Aww, c'mon. I promise that nothing's gonna spit on you here. That bacon incident was like two years ago, and it was your own fault for trying to sneak up on me!"

Paul blushed, but still remained where he was.

"Are you sure you can't come out here and let me have a taste?"

Zeek glanced from his lover to the oven and back again, whimpering softly.

"No, sweetie, I can't. I've gotta stay with the food. If I take my eyes off it for a single second or don't stir the sauce properly, something could burn or split, and believe me, you won't hear the end of it for *weeks* if that happens."

Nodding in understanding, the Clydesdale shrugged and stepped into the kitchen. His hoofed feet clicked loudly against the vinyl flooring, but that wasn't what kept Zeek's attention focused on the horse. It was what lay below the white tank-top vest he was wearing, or rather, what didn't lie below it. From the waist down Paul was totally nude, and while normally the equine might have been perfectly happy to walk semi-naked around the house, confident enough in his sexuality and Zeek's love for him not to care if he was showing off his soft, flaccid member, that was not the case on this occasion. Paul was hard. Not just a little chubby, not just a bit bulked up in length, but fully erect, his eleven inch member straining out into the air before him.

Zeek groaned under his breath.

"Oh... oh baby... what got you so worked up...?"

Paul stared at Zeek, saying nothing. The skunk blushed brightly.

"Me? Oh god Paul, why do you do these things when you know we've got guests coming over. It's like you plan it so you get me all flustered and worked up when you *know* I don't even have time for a quickie."

The Clydesdale removed one of his hands from behind his back, revealing a bottle of lubricant. His gaze towards Zeek intensified, and Zeek whined feverishly.

"You bastard. You *did* plan this. You wanted to get me out of the kitchen so you could fuck me."

Paul snorted, grasping his member in his other hand and stroking it firmly, passionately up and down several times in quick succession. His cock throbbed, and a trickle of thick white pre-cum drooled from its tip, falling in a single delicious strand to the kitchen floor.

"Yeah, but you don't wanna leave the kitchen... so I guess I'll just have to fuck you here."

A short, sharp burst of laughter escaped Zeek's lips, but he took a step back as Paul moved towards him.

"Oh no... no way! There's no way in hell I'm letting you fuck me this close to a dinner party. You know I love you, sweetie, but there's a time and a place."

Paul grinned.

"Yeah, the time is now, and the place is here. C'mon hon, I've been sitting there in the living room trying not to come in here and drag you off to the bedroom for the last two hours, waiting for you to take a break. I can't take it any more. I need you... and I know that you can't tell me you don't want this."

He gestured towards his swollen cock, and Zeek whined nervously.

"Fuck... y-you know I want you Paul. You know I love that big horse dick and everything you can do to me with it. But..."

Paul cut the skunk off with a wry chuckle.

"But nothing. Look at you. Look at how you're dressed today. You know I love that pretty top of yours... how the straps slide off your shoulders, so perfect for a guy to nibble on, and how your tail lifts up the back of that skirt so I can see what panties you're wearing. Or aren't wearing, if I'm right."

Zeek squirmed on the spot, his whole face lighting up with a bashful glow.

"I... I was gonna put some on before the meal."

The Clydesdale rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and I'll bet you didn't even expect me to notice. You sly little tease... you love it, don't you. Watching me get all hot and bothered noticing you, then leaving me cold because you're oh so busy and devoted to your cooking, while I'm just a horny horsie with balls bigger than his brain."

Before Zeek could say or do anything more to defend his position, not that there was much to defend, he was overcome as the horse rushed at him, picking him up and hefting him over his shoulder within just one strong arm. The skunk shrieked with laughter, flailing and kicking at the air, but there was nothing he could do as Paul carried him away from the cooker to the other side of the kitchen, setting him down and pushing him against the wall, face first. Zeek whined in a mixture of dismay and delight as he felt his lover hike up the back of his skirt, and heard the click and squishing sound of a bottle of lube being uncapped and squeezed. Mere seconds later wet, slippering fingertips were sliding between the cheeks of his ass, and moments after that a single thick equine digit was pushing its way through his freshly moistened rosebud. The lube bottle dropped to the floor soon afterwards with a clatter, and Zeek could do nothing but throw his head back against Paul's strong, vest-clad body and wail as the horse's other hand reached around his front, beneath his skirt, and grasped the stiff pink erection which had been building ever since he set eyes upon Paul's own throbbing cock.

A soft cry of excitement escaped the skunk as he felt the horse's finger pull out of his rump, knowing what was sure to come next. He glanced back over his shoulder and whined in anticipation  at the sight which greeted him there. Paul's cock, glistening with a liberal coating of lubricant. The skunk wasn't afraid, he'd taken bigger cocks in his college years and had hungrily taken Paul's ever since they got together, but he was still stunned by the size and beauty of the Clydesdale's cock. How he managed to take three quarters of that swollen, gorgeous length into his ass more or less every single day he would never know, but it was a miracle of biology for which he was eternally grateful.  

Paul's cock vanished beneath the smaller male's blue skirt, and moments later a frantic cry of pleasure escaped Zeek's muzzle as that thick branch of horse-meat began to push at his well-used but still fully functioning pucker. It slid in slowly but steadily, an inch at a time and with a relentless, passionate force behind every inward stroke. The horse gasped and whinnied in lust as he finally achieved what he had been day-dreaming about all afternoon, and there was nothing Zeek could do but ball his hands up into fists and pound at the wall in utter frustration, unable to deny how much he'd wanted this despite all his protestations to the contrary.

"Fuck me, Paul... fuck me hard..."

The skunk begged for the Clydesdale's affections in his softest, sweetest, most feminine voice, and squeaked in excitement as in response the buff male grabbed him by the hair and twisted his head forcefully around as far as it would comfortably go, leaning forward himself to bring the two of them face to face. He kissed Zeek deeply, and with one hand still reaching around to clasp and caress the skunk's cock began to make slow but passionate love to the man he adored and craved so intensely that it could not wait. They kept on kissing as Paul continued to plough firmly in and out of his lover, striking at the skunk's prostate and making Zeek whine loudly through their entwined tongues. The smaller male's clawed fingertips scrabbled at the wall, scratching and tearing at the paintwork as little by little his powerful partner picked up speed. 

"Pretty girl... you're so tight."

Paul huffed and gasped under his breath as he fucked Zeek, whispering those naughty, almost taboo words into the crossdressing skunk's ears. Zeek shivered in ecstasy and let slip a high pitched whine, saying nothing in return as his cheeks flushed crimson and his stiff, dripping cock humped against Paul's hand, staining the inside of his skirt with pre-cum.

The faster and harder Paul worked to pleasure and pound his lover, the more of him slid in and out of Zeek with every thrust. Before long there had to be at least six inches of thick horse cock sliding into Zeek's ass then pulling right back out again, dragging itself along his prostate each and every time, at least once a second. Paul's grasp had fallen away from his member now, both the horse's hands clutching tight at the skunk's slender hips in order to get that little bit of extra purchase for each thrust, but it didn't matter to the skunk one bit. He was so horny, and the force of Paul's thrusts were working his prostate so fiercely and causing his body to buck so violently that his own cock was rubbing up against the soft inner surface of his skirt, a deliciously erotic and stimulating sensation to say the least.

"Yes! Oh Paul, keep going!"

It would have taken an army to make Paul stop, but he appreciated his mate's enthusiasm nonetheless. The horse ravaged Zeek's rump with all the force he could muster as he felt his balls beginning to tighten, the swollen orbs preparing to unleash their copious volumes of creamy liquid bliss. He grunted and snorted in exuberant bliss, so overwhelmed by passion that the speed and force with which he was fucking Zeek was making him delirious. He felt as though he was on fire, and he could even smell his cock burning as it worked in and out of the skunk at lightning speed.

"G-gonna cum, Zeek..."

The skunk's fists pounded at the kitchen wall once again, and he wailed in delight.

"*Yes*!! Do it, baby! Make me yours. Make me shoot!!"

Letting slip a deep, rumbling whinny of ecstasy, Paul drove his hips forward with such force that it lifted Zeek clean off the ground, supported only by the horse's hands upon his hips and of course the large male's cock buried deep inside his rump. The skunk shrieked with a mixture of laughter and pleasure, but his mirth quickly faded as he felt a deep, heavy throbbing within himself, and heard Paul begin to grunt and gasp with obvious orgasmic rapture. Thick streaks of cum lashed Zeek's inner walls and flooded deep within him, deeper than even Paul's rigid cock could probe with safety. They filled the smaller male before long, and as the equine's sizeable balls continued to unload cum began to drool out from the tight seal between horse cock and skunk ass. 

Feeling Paul cum inside him, hearing the horse grunt and cry out joyously at the height of his pleasure, Zeek could do nothing but fall screaming into an unstoppable orgasm of his own. He whimpered and shuddered from head to tail, fingers and toes flexing and curling with bliss as ribbons of sticky seed flooded from the tip of his untouched, freely twitching member, staining not only the inside of his tented skirt but also the vinyl floor beneath them. Zeek closed his eyes as he came, and drank in the sounds, the sensations, and the smells of him and his beloved mate in pure, perfect union.

It was at that very moment, as the two males stood there, trembling and crying out in shared ecstasy, that the apartment doorbell rang loudly, announcing the arrival of their friends. 

Zeek's eyes widened, and Paul groaned in a mixture of pleasure, shame and horror. They both glanced towards the door at the same moment, and then, in unison, turned their heads to look at the oven and the thin wisps of black, charred smoke emerging from not one, not two but all three of the pans on the stove. 

The skunk sighed, and rolled his eyes as he felt Paul's vast cock throb and squirt within him one last time.

"Oh fuck, Paul... we did it *again*..."

By Jeeves