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Around the Track

Chapter 4

By Roofles

Noah wasn’t sure how Kent had talked him into this, even agreeing to tag along to pick up the supplies. It was only a couple of days until Christmas and here they were standing in a lingerie shop. That also sold a lot of adult things, most which did not result in children. And some of which Noah was sure was illegal in this state.

The horse already had a cart and was filling it up for the up and coming party. Noah didn’t even know they had carts in a place like this, it wasn’t a grocery store or such. Most tried to keep their heads low, faces covered while they bought something akin to fifty shades of grey. The horse openly flaunted everything he was buying, even shouting over at Noah if he should get the horse shaped slong straws or not.

“Duh, of course I should!” Kent just chuckled to himself, tossing two packs of slong straws into the ever filling basket and continued on the way. “We want to make it festive though, for the holidays.” Kent told the Lynx behind the counter. She was chewing bubble gum, her bangs dyed black and looked as if she was not having as much fun doing this as she should be.

“Like, mistletoe?” She just asked, looking between the two as Noah walked over. The human was one of the people with his heads down, trying to cover his face and hadn’t stopped blushing since the horse had kidnapped him from work to go out shopping. Kent had claimed it was for a work related thing and that it’d be ok; Noah sometimes forgot who the boss was out of the two.

“Never mind, we got it. We’re professionals.” Kent boasted and took Noah by the arm and began escorting him around. “We’ll need lights. Cups, we’ll buy drinks on the way home…”

“Can’t we just tap into your hidden stash? Be enough for everyone.” Noah joked, trying not to make eye contact with the lion who looked over at them. They both ducked their heads down and looked away while the horse held his head up high, enjoying himself.

“Pffsh, yeah right like I’m buying the good stuff for those bastards.” Kent just laughed in high-spirits. It had been some time since Noah had seen the horse like this. He was almost a different person from the drunk he had walked in on only a couple of days ago now. “Besides Cherry Popper can make a wicked drink out of, well, nearly anything.” He snorted, flicking his tail to one side as he whinnied loudly in a laugh tilting his snout up as he did so. Kent was very expressive with everything he did and his laugh was no exception. “Can’t even begin to tell you how many times I blacked out cause of him.”

“Then don’t.” Noah only chuckled back, Kent’s infectious smile getting to him.

“As I said, I can’t!” The horse just laughed as loud as ever, not even remotely ashamed about it alk ir where they were. One benefit about being a Star, Noah could only guess. “Woke up one time wearing everything, backwards.” And the horse motioned around himself to show what he meant.

Noah laughed at that, the look on Kent’s face alone making it worth humoring him on the matter. The human wasn’t about to ask about the other experiences.

The two continued to shoot the breeze as they made their way out of the store and into the packed parking lot. Kent didn’t get any black, unmarked bags to carry the things out with claiming it wasn’t good for the environment. They both knew it was to make Noah embarrassed as they loaded dildos, strap on, a penis bump, dong straws and much more into the back of Kent’s Honda Pilot SUV.

“She’s a bit old now but nothing more reliable than a Honda I say.” The horse only shrugged on the matter. His seat was as far back as it could go for the oversized equine to fit inside. The roof also had been raised up. Even with the car specially designed for someone of his size, they had to make much needed modifications to get him comfortable with things.

“Where too now?” Noah asked, not used to being a passenger for a change. He usually drove the company car with others in it, it had been some time since he had the small luxury of enjoying the view for a change. It had begun to snow lightly.

“Liquor. Then back to set up for the party?” Kent asked making sure he didn’t forget anything. Noah took the wheel when the horse reached into his pocket to pull out the spiral notebook he had brought along with the list. Kent didn’t even seem to notice as Noah pulled them back into the right lane. “So, party favors? Check. Alcohol? We’re getting. Snacks and foods?”

“Madison is on that.” Noah just told him, keeping an eye close on the road even when Kent put the spiral pad away and took the wheel once more.

“And you trust him? What if he doesn’t get the funyuns! Think of the children!” Kent dramatically exclaimed, chuckling and looking over at Noah to give him a wink.

“Road. Road!” Noah covered his face as Kent at the last second prevented them from crashing. Noah was holding his chest afraid his heart would burst out of it. “Never again are you driving… and Madison is a great guy, he’s more reliable than you are.”

“I’m plenty reliable!” Kent whined like a child.

“Do you even recall Thanksgiving?” Noah had to laugh, looking over at the horse. Kent fidgeted a bit, his ears wouldn’t stop folding back then standing up again as he recalled. Kent had a terrible poker face. “Exactly.”

“It’s not my fault! The turkey had it out for me!” Kent just growled, gripping the steering wheel tighter in frustration over the matter. A simple turkey pick up ended up in filing a police report at the stores request.

“Yes, but you also had one job. To get the turkey.” Noah shook his head. “I mean, I get it. You don’t eat meat and such but some of us do.”

“He threw blood on me!” Kent exclaimed even louder. “I don’t even eat meat and the protestor attacked me! Me! Star! How can you attack a star.” The horse just shook his head at that. “The world is sick, what’s it coming too that a rich Star isn’t even able to buy a turkey without being attacked.”

Noah rolled his eyes at that. “Maybe next time bring Salt along, dude can watch your back… or maybe at least he could get me a turkey.” Noah laughed now thinking about the two horses marching down a grocery store aisle to get a turkey.

“If you want a turkey,” Kent turned sharply making both of them slide to one side of the car. “I’ll get you a damn turkey!” And he got off the freeway, going up the off ramp.

“Where the hell are you going?” Noah only shouted as they bumped over the ditch between the two, Kent cutting up through it onto the side road and cutting someone off. “You are such a dick driver.”

“I grew up in New York. Your either a giant dick or you don’t drive.” The horse just whinnied showing off his front teeth, slowing down thankfully for the red light. “And I’m getting you a mother fucking turkey. This is on your head mister!”

“Four days before Christmas? I doubt it.” Noah asked, shaking his head. He folded his arms, resting back. “I would put money on that.”

“Deal.” Kent just grinned at the challenge. “If I win, you have to come with me to New Years too.”

Noah lifted an eyebrow at that, trying not to smile at the idea. “I thought this was about money?”

“I have money,” Kent just shrugged pulling out and towards the nearby supermarket. “What I want is you.” Noah was almost about to ‘aww’ at that until Kent finished. “Need something to kiss when the balls drops. Not about to pull a Maddy and be left standing alone.”

Noah snorted, shaking his head. “Ball. It’s singular. Not multiple balls.”

“Oh, I was talking about mine not the New Year’s one.” The horse just laughed, giving him another playful wink then turned the wheel sharply once more so Noah was forced to slide his way; they turned into the supermarket.

“And I’m not just some sex object for you.” Noah said a bit louder than he meant too, calling over the car as the two got out of it after a good fifteen minutes of arguing about a spot in the packed lot. A nearby cat looked at him and Noah covered his face again.

“No, those are in the back.” Kent just laughed walking around to take Noah’s hand in his.

“We’re in public.” Noah reminded him but didn’t pull away.

“Yes, but if I recall correctly… That was only at work.” The horse just shrugged a shoulder walking inside with him. He grabbed a large cart. “Might as well pick up a few things in case Maddy forgets.”

“You recall incorrectly.” Noah only shook his head. “And that didn’t stop you at work either last time I checked. And leave Maddy, I mean Madison, alone. He’s a good guy.” Noah got on him about it again.

“He’s just such a push over, browning nosing little twerp.” Kent just gave a shrug in reply with it. “Dude just doesn’t have any balls or aspirations in life.”

“He’s a mule. Of course, he has big balls. He just, well… doesn’t use them.” Noah laughed despite himself. “Still, you guys should ease off him.”

The horse only snorted, tossing his mane from one side to the other. The curly light brown fur just draped over one side of his face as Kent looked down into Noah’s.

“Fine.” The horse bent down, lower, and closer to Noah flaring out his pink highlighted nostrils at the human. “For you, Sugar. I will be on my best behavior.”

“Thanks.” Noah just smiled back and the two went shopping together, bickering about which was better cinnamon or butterscotch. They decided why not both.

It was a good hour and a half later by the time they pulled back up to the stables, set off to the side from the main casino and stadium. It was home and board to several of the horses, the trip out to the ranch could be a drive specially depending on traffic. Most liked to stay here for the week and head out for the weekend, the rooms might be small but it was covered for employees and had everything one might need in them.

Noah had been the one to fight the other management on this, wanting the employees to feel like part of a family. These horses had been just that for him when he needed them most and wanted to return the favor. Several of the older members even had a walk out in protest when these rooms were going to be charged for rent. Kent, Pussy Galore, Salt Lick and Butt Stallion just to name a few.

And it wasn’t wise to lose your main attraction on the weekend before the Fourth of July rush.

“Maddy didn’t join us, you did.” Kent brought up, the two talking about it as if it had only happened the other day. The horse was being friendly about it enough, yet had an underlining meaning to it as well. Kent didn’t like the mule for more reasons than those he mentioned before.

“He couldn’t risk losing his job. You guys are the big guns here. Can’t have the main attractions leaving during one of the busiest times of year!” Noah was stringing out white icicle Christmas lights along the walls of the stables. Kent had to come over to help him reach above the stable stall doors; the horse tied one of his mistletoe over each and every door.

The fact he was still wearing the reindeer costume only made going out with him this evening all the humiliating for the human.

“So, you think I’m attractive?” Kent just asked hearing what he had wanted to hear from what Noah had said. The stallion’s ears jumping up and nostrils flaring out, standing just a bit taller and scratching one foot on the ground in honor at the compliment.

The human laughed, giving him another playful shove.

Noah had gotten a few of the stage hands, who they called stable boys, to come out and help set things up with them. They brought one of the long tables out and began setting up for food and drink all along it. Noah had to keep running in and out as he headed into the side room, where the break room was. There was a full kitchen inside and the place was a mess.

Noah wanted everything to be perfect as he put on the pink oven mitts and pulled out the sugar cookies before they burned. He set each one out on the cooling rack before cutting up another whole set. Kent had bought several different cookie cutter shapes. Some were PG friendly like those of reindeer and Christmas trees. Others were not, such as dildos and ass cheeks. And something Noah couldn’t really make out; Kent told him it was supposed to be a tail hole but Noah didn’t see it.

“It looks more like a peach.” Noah frowned at it. Maybe he could decorate it with frosting? “No sprinkles,” he decided. They had bought enough condoms to fill two large punch bowls to the brim. No one was about to get any STDs on his watch. “Besides, this is more of a gag party….” Noah kept telling himself aloud as if trying to reassure himself on the matter.

Kent had come in to help. The large horse wearing his red spandex shorts, a frilly apron over them and oven mitts as he put the next tray in for Noah. He was a unusually helpful. Where the horse liked to slack off during work hours, he was making up for the lack of help by doubling his efforts to set up the party. “You sure these are…” Kent asked looking over the mess on the counter.

“Yes, yes. Most are gluten free. Others are dairy free and only this batch here,” Noah pointed out each one. “Is for me.”

“All this batter for you, huh? Huh?” Kent teased hugging him from behind and rubbing at Noah’s belly once more. “What? My batter just not good enough for you anymore? Maybe I need to add sprinkles and frosting to it.” The horse teased, nipping at his ear and nuzzling at Noah’s hair with his broad snout.

“H-hey, come on now.” Noah giggled despite himself, blushing in the warm kitchen.

At the same time Salt, the large black stallion security guard, walked in. The horse stopped, looking at the two.

“Hey, Salt!” Noah waved, shoving Kent off of him. “Did you get it?”

Salt only snorted in a reply, walking over to look at the mess they had made. One of his large ears flickered and he flared out his nostrils, sniffing at the mess before snorting again.

“I’ll uh… take that as a yes.” Noah just went with it. He went around the counter, “Kent!” He said harshly stopping the horse from licking one of the bowls clean. “Can’t look away from you for two seconds.” Noah shook his head turning back to Salt.

“I’ve already sent out the memo’s so hopefully people will be bringing at least one gift.” Noah walked and talked and Salt followed behind with his hands tucked into his pocket. “Just need you to watch over things so no one gets greedy and… uh, there will be alcohol.” Noah added looking back at him now with an apologetic smile.

Salt flicked one ear at that, just looking down at the human. Noah barely came up to the horse’s exposed chest. Unlike humans, most of them wore little clothing; Salt being in security had to wear the appropriate attire for the job. The natural fur giving the warmth they needed, even in winter. They’d put on jackets, sweaters or scarfs if they headed outside – otherwise inside they wore as little as they could with the heaters going.

“I already have your bonus laid out…” Noah brought up, hopeful to grease Salt’s wheels a bit on this. The horse had not been happy about last year. The whole fire thing did put a damper on things.

“It’s fine.” Salt only gruffly replied. The horse looked around at all the decorations. “You did this?” Snowflakes, icicle lights, slongs of the holiday colors were hanging or standing up proudly to give a bit more life to the place.

“W-well, yeah. It’s a going away party before New Year’s.” Noah offered with a sheepish smile. “Just a thanks. For everything you guys have done. Just a little fun…” Noah rambled a bit, feeling as if he had done something wrong and needed to explain why there were horse dildo’s everywhere.

“Can I be Santa?” Salt just asked looking back down at him. Noah blinked at that, flushing a bit at the muscular horse in front of him asked.

“S-sure. If that’s what you want.” Noah gladly agreed, hoping now he wouldn’t have to dress up in that slutty santa suit Kent had bought. “I think Kent even has one.”

Salt shook his head on that. “I got it covered.” And with that he walked out, with a spring in his step. It was hard to tell if the horse was happy about this or not, he always appeared to be sucking on a lemon or just in a sour mood. It was part of his job but still…

“But damn if he doesn’t have a nice ass.” Noah muttered watching him go. He quickly came back to his senses and began running around, barking orders to make sure everything was set up and ready for the party. “Madison,” he called the mule out as he walked in. “Did you get everything?”

“Mostly.” Madison showed him the bags in hand. “The rest is in the trunk.” And he motioned outside and the two quickly began unpacking.

And in the next two hours they had everything set up as the stadium closed for the night and the horses returned to the welcome surprise. There was an eggnog fountain set up near the entrance on a large circular table. A red fuzzy table cloth was over the table, a small Christmas tree was next to the fountain and several cups had been set out front of it. There was even a bowl of marshmallows for those who wanted one.

As well as salt licks, they were all gone within the hour. .

Music began to play as Cherry Popper, a red Florida Cracker horse, began playing up on the stage that had been set up only an hour half in advance. He had his Dj console set up with massive speakers mounted on the sides; playing a techno beat of Christmas music. The horse had a pair of head phones, listening to only one of them as he used his other hand on the controls.

“A bit heavier than I thought,” Noah told Madison, talking about the music. Cherry loved his death metal and it went over to holiday music a little too well. “Penis candy cane?” He offered, passing it over to the mule who refused to take it.

“You were just sucking on that!” Madison just said loudly, over the music. The mule was disgruntled by all this. Noah recalled what Kent had said about him being the Grinch.

“Relax, it’s a party. Have fun for once in your life.” Noah rolled his eyes and passed him the drink instead. “I’ve already set up for a cleaning crew to come in; it’s the season after all!” And he gave a friendly wink, patting the mule on the shoulder. “Just take it easy for once in your life. And drink. Drinking always helps.” Noah laughed, walking out to make sure everything was going smoothly. And there weren’t any fires.

Several hay stacks had been brought in and used as seats for everyone as the food tables were raided to sate the hungry horses after a long day of work. Carrots, celery, bell peppers and several other phallic shaped things had been set up with several different dips. All to help fit the theme of the party. As well as Christmas tree cookie stacks with green frosting between the layers with a small sugar star on top. Gingerbreads had been made in the shape of horses, most were accompanied by two peppermint oreo truffles and a penis candy cane between their legs.

It looked like a mix between a bachelorette party and a Christmas one.

Noah might have gone overboard this time around even putting his own money into it. He hadn’t just stopped at these. He had made rice krispies with the faces of reindeer, butthole butterscotch crunch bites, vodka soaked cherry bombs (two tied together by the stem of course), something he liked to call “Jingle all the Way juice” that was mostly rum and penis poppers. A chocolate penis that had a strong liquor inside that “just exploded” in your mouth after the first bite. That wasn’t even counting the party warmers, stockings full of naughty things you’d normally do in private.

“It’s a back massager.” Noah had to explain to Pussy Galore, a rather large brown horse. “You… use it on your back.” Noah flushed, just patting the horse on the back and walking past. “It’s a stocking. Like a sock. For your foot, not a…” Noah waved it off, deciding it was best not to tell Lucky Charmer that it wasn’t supposed to be used to cover THAT.

Noah had an elf hat on, with a whole suit to match. The tights were riding up his ass but otherwise it wasn’t so bad. He met Kent half way down the stalls. Of course the horses were smoking up the place.

Kent chewed the cigar in his mouth, looking over his cards before tossing a few more chips into the middle. “Check mate.”

“Wrong game, dude.” Butt Stallion laughed, the black and white horse looked up as Noah approached. “Come to join us for a few games?” BT was smoking a blunt and smelled like it wasn’t his first one either.

“Hey, Sugar.” Kent just perked up seeing him, giving him a large grin around the cigar he was chewing on. The brown stallion got up abruptly, folding his hand and walking over without even waiting to see the finished deal. The horse rolled the cigar around in his mouth, taking a deep breath of it and before Noah could say another word, kissed him square the lips, giving him a shotgun kiss; blowing the smoke into his mouth.

The cigar was flavored Noah soon found out as he tasted it in on his lips and tongue, coughing a bit as he pulled back away. It tasted like cinnamon.

“I got a butterscotch one around here too,” Kent chuckled looking around to find where he placed it.

Noah rolled his eyes, shoving his head away as the horse moved back in. “I think you’ve had enough scotch.”

“What else am I supposed to mix eggnog with?” Kent only laughed, tipping down the Santa hat he was wearing between his reindeer antlers.

“It’s still early in the party, Kent.” Noah tried to be the responsible one here. He told the others this too. “Don’t want a fiasco like last time.” He warned, not wanting to bring Salt in this but wasn’t afraid to get him in here.

“Dude, that was like one little fire.” BT laughed, slapping his own knee hard enough to be heard over the music. “Who’d have guessed a wreath would go up so quickly!”

“Well the fake snow stuff is flammable.” Kent just nodded along. “Now we know!” He said, striking a pose. “And knowing is half the battle!” He said loudly.

“G.I. Joe!” The other horses joined in with the reference, all laughing afterwards.

“No, no it isn’t.” Noah said trying to stop them from laughing at it as he covered his face with one hand. “The wreath was on fire because someone poured alcohol on it.” Noah shot a look at Kent who just gave a heavy shrug.

“Who knew alcohol was flammable?” And the group shared another laugh at that. Even if it wasn’t strip poker, most of them had taken their clothes off already and put it around the table set up. “And why’d you change into this?” Kent reached out to play with one of the jingle bells hanging off the elf costume Noah wore.

“Because its festive.” Noah had to place a hand on the horses chest to stop him from coming in for another kiss. “And Salt wanted to wear your Santa suit.”

“Well I’m not pulling his sleigh around.” Kent snorted. “Dude, weighs like as much as a horse.” And once more he said the line dead serious. Noah did crack a smile at it the bad pun this time, despite himself. “You on the other hand,” Kent ran his hoofed fingers over Noah’s chest and down. “I’d pull to the moon and back, Sugar.” He nearly whispered the word, it got lost in the loud music coming from the front of the stables.

Noah had to stop the horse before he publicly groped him in front of everyone. BT had noticed this by now and got up himself.

The black and white horse strutted over, taking another long breath of the joint in his teeth before moving in to give Noah shotgun kiss too as if assuming it was ok to do. At least BT had snagged a mistletoe to give him some lenience with it, unlike Kent who had practically mouth raped the poor human.

Noah ended up being thankful BT had gone in for a hug at first, ending up leaning way back away from the horse’s snout and supported by him at the same time.

“Don’t be rude.” Kent laughed and slapped BT on the back hard enough to make the other horse cough out the smoke he’d been holding in all over Noah face. Kent just grinned as Noah glared at him for that as if the horse knew that would happen.

Noah just flipped him off.

“This better be the only shit you guys are doing back here.” Noah warned. “Not about to have Cherry running through this place naked again because he thought there were bats chasing him.” Noah shuddered at the mental picture that came to mind.

“Actually, it was snakes with wings.” BT corrected, laughing at that. “Good times.”

“How much acid did you even slip him?” Kent had to ask, recalling the last Christmas party.

“Too much.” Noah frowned.

“Not enough.” BT just grinned that front smile a horse did with a whinny soon following.

“Keep it off work grounds.” Noah just warned. “Uh… the harder stuff.” He added as BT just took another long puff in front of him.

“Sure you don’t want a kiss, Sugar?” BT asked, using Kent’s own words. Kent gave him a good shove at that, confusing the black and white stallion. “What? You said it!”

Kent escorted Noah back towards the music and festivities on the other side. Noah didn’t complain. BT could get a bit out of hand and it was best to stop him early rather than regret it later.

“Do you want to sit on Santa’s lap.” Kent asked as they got in line. Salt was already in position, dressed up in the skimpy Santa outfit Noah was sure was made for a girl in mind and not a large black stallion. A booth had been set up with a stage and everything for people to come up and see Santa. Salt patted his knee as they came over.

“Ho. Ho. Ho.” Salt said gruffly, coming off more intimidating than festive.

Kent caught Noah off guard by picking the smaller human up from behind suddenly. Noah kicked and squirmed and then just frowned, folding his arms like a grumpy child as he was placed on Salt’s knee. “Tell Santa what you want, Sugar.” Kent just said sweetly as if he were a loving, caring father.

Salt needlessly bounced his leg to make Noah even more uncomfortable about all this. If everyone hadn’t gathered around, watching, Noah would’ve just jumped right off. When they began waiting for him to ask however, he felt even more obligated too.

“Santa… I want a uh… bathrobe!” Noah just said thinking of the very first thing that came to his mind. He got a bunch of boos at that as, with one hand holding Noah, Salt reached into the large green sac at his side and pulled out a wrapped present for him.

“Have fun.” Salt just shoved it into his lap and then patted his back once more. “Merry. Christmas.” It still came off intimidating as if it were a threat; have a merry Christmas or else.

“Thanks, Salt.” Noah just said softly to him before heading off. The black stallion grinned at that and greeted Kent with far less enthusiasm as the brown fur horse sat on his lap. Neither of them were comfortable.

“I need something that starts with an A and ends with an alcohol.” Kent just grinned. Salt just pushed him off the next second, tossing him a small wrapped present and moving onto the next in the forming line. Apparently no one had thought Salt was actually passing presents out and was instead just here to do his normal job.

Noah opened his present to learn it was some sort of wrist band, music player with head phones. That or it went around the neck? He wasn’t sure, Noah just thought it was stupid and gave it to Kent when he walked over.

“You have a longer neck than me.” Noah just said, putting it around the back of the Horse’s neck for him. Noah turned it on, offering the horse the ear buds.

Kent took one, putting the other in Noah’s ear. They both winced as the music turned on too loud. “Want to help unwrap my package?” The horse only winced as Noah fumbled with the controls, just turning the music off intead.

“Cute…” Noah just laughed and the two opened Kent’s to find it was a coffee mug with a lame “I hate Mondays” on the front.

“Man, I never get the good gifts.” Noah teased, chuckling and resting against him. He could feel the heat radiating off the stallion, his warm skin had a musky tinge to it and Noah wanted to nuzzle his face against Kent’s bare chest.

“Well I think I got you something you might just like then.” Kent muttered down into his ear. “I left it in your office.” And Noah fell for that.

The two slipped out, around back and up the stairs to Noah’s office who unlocked it for them. Kent followed in behind, turning the lights off and locking the door behind.

“Classy.” Noah only turned around, jumping a bit as Kent grabbed the front of his outfit and pulled it roughly down and off. The top part hung low around his hips as the horse pressed his snout against those lips, opening his own maw and kissing Noah deeply, roughly and guiding him all the way back to his desk.

Kent didn’t lift him up, just groped Noah’s ass with both hands turning the human around before backing up into the desk himself. The horse told him to close his eyes and Noah did and Kent quickly got into position, turning the desk lamp on after.

“Ok,” Kent grinned. Noah opened his eyes to see the horse butt naked sitting on the desk in front of him. “Merry Christmas!”

Kent had his legs open, a wreath was hanging over his groin with a mistletoe just above his sheath’s wide opening. The wreath had a large red bow around it. “Hope it’s everything you could have wanted Sugar.”

“And more.” Noah only flushed, giggling like an idiot even if he saw it coming a mile away.

That sheath took up most the stallion’s groin, his sack hanging down off the desk as he put one leg up on the nearby chair. It was defiantly a large package Noah would need both hands to unwrap.

“Pull up a seat, Mr. Waterson.” Kent huffed, tossing his mane out of his face and looking at him.

“So, in this scenario you’re the boss…” Noah had to ask.

“Sugar, come on.” Kent snorted now, furrowing his brow a bit.

“Right, right. Just… is this your fantasy?” Noah had to ask, teasing the horse even more about it.

“You going to unwrap your present or not?” Kent just snorted in frustration.

“Fine, fine.” Noah just reached over past the horse, grabbing a pair of scissors from the desk and bringing it up slowly, dragging the cold metal up Kent’s thigh and then around the bow. And with a slow snip, cut the ribbon. The horse shivered at that and Noah tossed the scissors to the side. “You didn’t have to dress yourself up for me, hun.” Noah just teased, running a hand up the horse’s other thigh.

The fur was smooth, his hand just gliding over the warm muscular thigh; resting on top as Noah took a step closer.

“You actually might want to take a seat. Cause you’re stuck here until you empty Santa sack.” Kent just grinned down at him, petting over the side of Noah’s face with one hand. “Sugar.” He added as if to make things less demanding.

“I thought you were Rudolf, not ‘Ol Saint Nick.” Noah pointed out as he rubbed his face against that strong, domineering hand that kept him in place. “You’re finger smell like cinnamon...”

“What? Do you prefer butterscotch after all?” Kent just snorted, bending down to bump his large nose against Noah’s and share his breath with his human once more. It smelled like cinnamon too. Noah gladly took it, slowly inhaling the deep breath and shuddering at the warmth of it. “And I’ll be anything you want me to be, Sugar.”

“It’s kind of cold in here.” Noah wasn’t sure why he whispered. He had been planning on getting up and turning the heat back on in his office for them.

Kent didn’t let him go, just guiding him a bit lower. “Don’t worry, Sugar. I’ll keep you nice and warm for Christmas.”

Noah flushed, trying to pull his face back as Kent rubbed it directly against his hefty dark brown, furless sack. Heat poured from Kent’s groin making Noah begin to sweat, the heavy musk making him blush even more as it washed over him. Noah shivered, goosebumps forming on his arm from the contrast of cold in the office and the raw, primal heat of the horse. Kent didn’t even need to hold him anymore as Noah pressed his nose against the horse; Kent just rested his hand on the back of Noah’s head giving a deep, low murr of satisfaction.

With one foot, Kent pulled the chair over for Noah as the human continued to nuzzle into his groin greedily seeking its warmth and comfort in it, of him. The skin was smooth, warm and felt like fresh leather against Noah’s face as he nosed over it. He took a slow, hesitant sniff of the masculine stallion groin and moaned low from the musk of it, gripping Kent’s thighs tightly.

“Oh, Sugar. Just worship me…” Kent grunted, trying to resist humping against the human face as the exposed head of the horse began to leak. The horse curled his hoofed toes, stretching out one leg as he wrapped the other around the human, hugging him closer against his groin. With both hand’s now Kent held the desk for support, resting back as he felt it.

Noah tasted the horse then, licking over one of his hefty nuts. He could taste the sweat and work of the day from the horse, slightly salty as he lustfully swallowed it down. Noah pressed his nose right against that loose sack as he licked it once more, nuzzling it fondly as he continued to taste the horse’s raw masculinity on his lips. Noah gripped his thighs even tighter as a drop of pre-landed on his nose from above.

“Make my jingle bells shine, Sugar.” Kent snorted, clenching his toes again as he looked down to watch Noah love on his body so. The horse had relit his cigar and took a tantalizingly breath of it.

Another glob of the horse’s rich, musky pre-landed ran down his hefty sheath. Noah moved up to lick and clean it over for the stallion, using it with his saliva to coat his hanging sack over until it shined in the desk’s lamp light.

Noah used both hands to rub and knead over Kent’s balls as he moved up to nip and tease at the massive sheath. It jumped in response, the exposed cupped head leaking even more in response. Noah just ignored it as he pushed one side of his face against Kent; nosing and pushing his sheath around as he took hold of the thickening shaft inside with his gums.

Kent only groaned deeply at that, several inches of him slipping out now and draping over Noah’s naked shoulder. The long flaccid shaft continued to leak, running down Noah’s back as his human continued to tease and love on its home.

Noah took one of finger to pull the opening of it down, making the horse squirm as he stuck is tongue inside to taste its inner walls. Slick, smooth, moist flesh met Noah’s tongue and he hungrily licked it all over. It tasted of the horse’s body, of his thickening shaft and of the horse’s creamy center inside.

Kent took hold of his length, giving it a much needed rubbing stroke. The horse moved forward, off the desk and lowering Noah onto his back in the middle of the office; just knocking the chair out of the way as he took a seat on the human’s face. His hefty sake nicely draping over Noah’s face, leaving that mouth exposed to kiss and lick over the crouching horse’s taint.

Kent perked up a bit as Noah teased his tail hole.

The brown hazelnut stallion went on all fours, moving his rear back down to place his groin directly on Noah’s. Kent’s length resting over the human’s whole chest as the horse stayed on all fours above him. Kent rocked his hips, giving a powerful strong humping rub over the human’s whole body. The horse flared out his nostrils, tilting his head back as he pulled back to give him another.

The stallion just humping over the human as Kent held Noah down now with one hand on his shoulder; having to arc his back a bit and twist his neck to one side to give him a kiss. Kent kept his broad snout right in Noah’s face as he continued to molest the human with his length, snorting and breathing hotly against the human making Noah taste his breath as he built up to his release.

Noah used both hands to rub and stroke over Kent’s throbbing length. He could feel the heat in his hands, feel Kent’s pulse and each glob of pre that ran down that length and spurted out over Noah’s shoulder. The horse was quickening his pace, making his hefty sack swing back and forth like a pendulum.

“Tell me you like this.” Kent grunted, needing that encouragement from him. Wanting Noah to soak in and love on his body, worship it for what he gladly gave to the human.

And Noah did. Whispering sweet dirty words up at the horse, groaning out for him as Kent reached down to tease Noah’s groin with one hoofed hand. Noah leaning upwards to kiss and bite at the horse’s chest, growling in pleasure as he made the horse groan aloud as he took hold of one of his nipples.

Kent was too large to just breed with him every time and so he had to make due using the whole human for his pleasure; hugging Noah up against him and pinning his length between their hot sweaty body and grinding it against him as if he were nothing more than a toy to be used for Kent’s release.

Noah gripped Kent’s ass painfully tight, the muscular horse flexing it back with a deep growl as Noah dug his fingers into his cheeks.

“Yes,” Kent moaned out as his sack tightened painfully close to his body as his balls emptied. “Need me, want me, love me.” The horse just moaned as his massive shaft pulsed and the cupped head erupted in a geyser of horse spunk.

It hit Noah in the face, dripping down over his bare chest and stomach. It coated his shoulders as Kent rested back on his knees, pointing it down at the human with one hand as if the stallion was just taking a good, long, much needed relief all over the human.

Noah kept his eyes closed, mouth opened and swallowed as much as he could as he was forced to hold his breath for fear of drowning in Kent’s release.

The human was thankful when it slowed down, Kent going back on all fours so he could lick over Noah’s face, cleaning it up for him the best that long, broad horse tongue could. Holding it all in his mouth, Kent gave Noah another deep, passionate kiss hugging him with both arms as he fed his beloved what he had cleaned up with his tongue.

They both were breathing heavily as they pulled away, Noah had his head tilted back as he panted feeling warmer than he had ever in his entire life forgetting all about the cold.

“Going to have to bring the cleaner crew in here too, Sugar.” Kent teased, petting Noah’s cheek with the back of one hoof finger. It was slightly coarse to the touch and Noah shivered, blinking a few times to look around at the pool of spunk he was sitting in.

“I think this suit’s ruin…” Noah had to swallow still tasting Kent in his mouth, in his throat and all over him.

“Good.” Kent teased him, helping the man up and then out of the elf suit. “I hated it.”

“You could’ve said something sooner, didn’t have to… spunk it up?” Noah half asked not sure how to phrase it and only gave an aftermath laugh, shivering as he hugged the horse. Kent didn’t even mind that he got spunk on him, finding it far too sexy to be bothered.

“Why? This way is FAR more fun.” Kent snorted, teasing at him once more. The stallion kept his snout right next to Noah’s face until the human gave in and accepted his breath, accepted him.

Kent rubbed roughly down Noah’s sides with both hands.

“We should get back to the party…” Noah brought up before looking down at himself. “Uh… maybe not naked?”

“I still have the naughty Santa suit.” Kent grinned hopefully. “Salt brought his own after all.” Noah only frowned at that.

“Is it the only one you have?” Noah had to ask, too tired to argue with the horse. Somehow Kent’s release had taken it all out of HIM rather than the horse who seemed to be getting his second wind already as his long shaft slipped safely back into that weighted sheath.

“Yes…” Kent said with a monotone voice, almost robotic as he lied to Noah. The man knew it but, once more, was too tired to argue.

“Fine. I need to clean up first…” Noah grumbled and Kent gladly picked him up in his arms making Noah flush more than he had after being covered by the horse spunk. “I-I can walk!”

“No, no you can’t.” Kent just said as if Noah had been injured by the horse during their love making. Noah couldn’t figure if Kent was being nice or was so egotistic that he thought this was the case. Either way it was nice to nuzzle up to the horse’s chest as he brought them to the locker room once more to clean up.

It was a good hour later before they returned to the party. Things were still in full swing and the two easily blended back into the crowd. Noah got several horses whinnies at the costume he was dressed in. Thankfully the heater was going, with several large male horses around; the outfit didn’t provide much in the way of warmth or cover.

Noah begged Kent not too but ended up being pulled out onto the dance floor. “I have two left feet.” Noah protested as Kent spun him around and took his hands once more.

“I’m more worried about the height difference, frankly.” Kent just shrugged not even exhausted by their exploits up in the office. Noah was standing on the horse’s winter boots as a metal version of the Nutcracker played overhead.

Noah agreed on that. The horse’s size, in every regard, was a bit much to handle. “I need a drink.” Noah said, motioning over for the table. “I feel a little hoarse…” And he held his throat at that, giving a guilty looking grin.

Kent flicked one of his ears, looking at him. “I don’t get it.” The horse only said, letting go and telling him he’ll get Noah something for his sugar.

“Preferably without. Like water. Get me a water!” Noah called after being waving it off as he walked off the stage. He took a seat on one of the hay stacks and tried not to wonder why it was sticky.

A mistletoe was hanging overhead. Noah thought it was festive until Madison the mule came over. The mule nearly tripped walking over and waving at him, the glass in his hand sloshing around.

“Are you drunk?” Noah had to laugh at that, standing up to give the mule much needed support.

“Are you?” Madison belched in his face, far less romantic than when Kent shared his breath that was for sure.

“You need to take a seat, I think.” Noah only shook his head, helping the mule over.

He didn’t have a chance to say another word as Madison kissed him under the mistletoe; something he normally wouldn’t have minded. If it wasn’t for the fact the mule was also groping him roughly at the same time.

Noah held both arms up to show he was not a part of this at all as he spotted Kent coming back over. The mule was stronger than he looked and the hazelnut stallion had to pull the horny mule off. Noah could see Madison erection through his shirt.

“He’s drunk, Kent.” Noah tried to say but ended up wincing as the stallion knocked the mule out the next second. “Kent!” Noah said quickly, having to take one of the stallion’s arms to stop him from doing anything more.

Kent’s nostrils flared out, ears up and his eyes wide as he looked down at the mule with almost a blind hatred.

“It’s the holidays. He’s drunk.” Noah only tried to explain, trying not to find the horse even more attractive than he already was.

“Dude.” BT had come over from the dance floor, looking at the mule and whistled loudly. Salt was right behind him.

“It’s ok.” Noah had to tell the black stallion before he dragged Kent out of here. “Well, hopefully.” He added about to move down to assist the mule.

Kent picked him up before he could, pressing his mouth right against him and kissing him long and deep in front of everyone. “No one tries to fuck my mare without my god damn permission!” Kent said loudly and the music came to a sudden halt. “Got it.” He pointed to the nearby horses.

Noah was flushing more now than he had been covered in Kent’s release.

“They didn’t have water, so I got you a Fresca instead, Sugar.” Kent just said as if that made everything better.