Bar hop
ft. Amber and Garret aka. Gracian

"Cad!" 
Though a grizzled word uttered by an even rougher voice, it travelled across the unnaturally still saloon as if it were full of shrapnel. 

"I told you to lay down your cards! If you're too much of a chicken to show off your renowned bluffing skills, perhaps I should simply take my winnings and leave!" A large, scarred pair of hands slammed down upon the brew-soaked wooden table, and the coins between them rattled enticingly. On the other side of the table, a figure hidden by a hand full of splayed cards, a broadly brimmed hat and cheap overhead lighting lifted it's head to reveal sparkling orange eyes. 

The tension in the air was felt as thick as water, and the small, timid company that accompanied each side of the table didn't dare cut it. Nobody stops a game at such a crucial time; there were at least sixty pieces of shimmering silver on the tabletop, up for either of the two players remaining. 

The other players had since dropped out, sometimes loudly cursing their luck, and other times sulking away into the darkest recesses of the saloon. Each time, the large brawny horse had laughed in bad taste, and carried on winning. The other figure had remained silent through the whole ordeal, and since the game had begun has been communicating his moves with simple and well-known paw gestures. 

"This guy is pissing me off." Garret uttered under his breath, his large and powerful arms still unmoved from around the pile of coins. Slowly, the other figure leant forwards, and the room collectively inhaled. Even across the shaded saloon where business was going as usual, it seemed a world away from this betting table. 

The soft sound of four cards being laid out was heard, and a soft gasp from a nearby patron. "Six hearts, Five to Eight with a Jack kicker." 

It was a soft voice, but what followed was anything but quiet. Tense muscles on either side had been waiting for release, giving no time for thought as Garret found this the perfect moment to release some tension. He brought his arms down the center of the table as to not disturb the money onto the floor, and calmly discussed his views with his opponent. 

"CHEATING SCUM!" he yelled, staring down the mysteriously relaxed fox opposite him. 

"You can't have the Jack of hearts!"

The slimy ball of bastard on the other end of this verbal abuse had given himself away and he hadn't yet even shown his full hand! 

A quiet cough followed, led by a soft female voice behind the outraged loser. "A-actually, it seems he uh... does, darlin'." 

"No, he CAN'T have the Jack of hearts, because--" At this point Garret rummaged around in his overall pocket, whipping out a slightly bent card. "I have the Jack of hearts RIGHT HERE!" 

A loud thud was heard, along with Garret's wooden chair creaking back as he stood up and replaced his arms around the coinage. He wasn't about to let this slimy eastern fox get away with that kind of cheating.

"What do you have to say, eh?"

Another gasp followed, and a worried silence ensued. The more expensive bottles were quietly removed from the shelves nearby by the coyote tender of the bar, and a few of the would-be partakers of celebratory drinks were starting to collect their coats and edge towards the exit with their tails tucked between their legs. 

"Funny, that..." Said the soft voice on the shaded side of the table as slowly, the mysterious figure leant into the lamplight, revealing a fair face with a small scar on his lower lip. Probably a bar fight that had previously gone awry, and fairly recent, too - although, it could just as easily have been from that toothpick he was chewing on at the side of his maw. 

Garret shook himself internally. Normally nothing like this would bother him in a fairly average game of poker, but something about seeing this enraging boy for the first time got to him. "What's funny about it, smartass? You're cheating, and this PROVES it!"

A soft flick fills the small space, and the world seems to slow down as an extra card was seen slowly descending towards the table.  

"Did I say Jack kicker? I'm sorry, I'm rather new to this..." The young, golden-furred fox leant forwards once more and stood, his delicate paws creeping around Garret's and, therefore, the pile of winnings. 

"I meant a PAIR of Jacks." 

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There are not a lot of people who could beat a cheater at his own game, Garret reflected as he flicked the flint on his fire maker. He lit his paper pipe, took a hard drag and exhaled softly. No, not many people at all. 

He'd acted pretty well in there, though; all of the patrons were scared he'd over-react, but believed him when he said he'd gone out to wait for the winner. He smiled at the thought of such a down-to-earth audience would follow along with such a tired narrative. In reality, he wasn't upset about losing his earnings - he'd only put two dollars into the pot the entire night. The rest he had accumulated from playing his way through the rest of the players. 

Besides, he thought as he took another long, drawn out drag, anybody who could best him honestly deserved that money. It's not like he needed it that badly to begin with; his job hauling bags of feed around paid just fine for his lifestyle, and he only gambled for fun. Not like some of those degenerates. 

Once more, Garret found himself staring across the street at nothing, whilst his mind's eye had a clear image of the superior card-player's face in it. You don't really get to see foxes and the ilk around these parts; apparently, the western lifestyle in small towns is just a little more 'raw' than they can handle. Who was he? Garret certainly hadn't seen him before, and even in the bar he barely showed himself. There was just something about him... 

"It's the eyes, isn't it? Woah, calm down there, champ!" 

The horrendous coughing, a mixture of surprise and being at mid-drag at the time, slowly died down. Eventually, Garret managed to compose himself and remind himself of who he was meant to be out here. Drawing up to his full six feet (and one inch), he glared at the boy. 

"What in the hell do you think yer doing, squirt?" 
The boy, wearing relatively dusty black lawman's vest, his legs covered by even dustier dark pants and his head topped with a dark but decidedly clean brimmed hat, looked up at him with a smirk, obviously not scared nor intimidated by the equine's composure. 

"Oh, keep talking like that and I just might." 

Oh. No wait, what? 

"You'd better get on yer way before something happens to ya, boy." Garret hated resorting to clichés, but they were classic for a reason. Most of the time, they worked, and he didn't have the time nor inclination to deal with some... confusing twenty-something year old slip of nothing right now. 

"And what, pray, would happen if I didn't? What if for reasons escaping my verbal capacity, I decided to stay here?" 

He winked. 
He f*cking winked. Who WAS this boy? 

"Listen, if you don't get your scrawny tail outta here, I'll--" Garret was interrupted by the softest paw he'd ever felt grasping his own. He was vaguely aware that this was a hand-shake, but his mind was mysteriously clouded at the moment. 

"My name's Amber, nice to meet you too. You can drop the act, by the way..." Looking both ways almost comically, 'Amber' leaned in with his cocky grin and whispered louder than he was previously speaking. "I'm pretty sure we're alone." 

Garret's tongue, for once, had failed him. All he could do was stand there with one hand at his side, the other being held somewhat firmly by the young boy in front of him. Those bright, shining eyes looked back up at him, making his head flutter. He could see a rosy edge to his vision, and as he pushed his brain to think of something threatening to say, all he could muster was, admittedly, pathetic. 

"Uh... my name's Gracian, m-most people call me Garret." 

"Nice to meet you, Gracian." 

The way the name rolled so perfectly and eloquently off of the fox's tongue made Garret's heart skip a beat. None of this showed on his face, at least he hoped it didn't, as he tugged his hand back and turned away from Amber, leaning once more upon the supporting lumber around the back of the saloon. 

"Yeah, whatever." he muttered, as he tried to get his brain back to some kind of working order. Though, he did have presence of mind to add, in a sly tone, "Enjoy your winnings." 

"Oh, don't be like that," Amber replied, joyfully leaning up against the same beam at a ninety-degree angle away from Garret. By design or not, this meant his tail occasionally brushed Garret's leg from behind, making the tall horse twitch. "You know you could have won that hand if you really wanted to." 

Garret turned his head just enough to glance out the corner of his eye at the boy's face, which was smiling up at him again. He hurriedly turned back to his street-gazing, which was currently other-side-of-the-ally-gazing. He lit another hand-rolled cigarette, watching the smoke begin to roll from his snout as he considered his next move.

"Huh, I don't know what you mean. You cheated, and won. I don't care, either way." 

"Now THAT I believe!" chimed Amber, in a tone that made Garret wish for the silence in the bar once more. "You're here for the same reason I am, and if I'm not mistaken, you found it." 

Was that a giggle? Did this guy really just GIGGLE? Guys don't giggle, that was as clear and plain to Garret as the sky was blue or the ale was watered down. He wanted to walk away, he COULD walk away... but entertainment was scarce in these parts, which is why he took to gambling in the first place. He took another drag, and took his time replying. 

"Yeah? And what's that, exactly?" 

"It's simple, Big Guy Gracious." Amber shifted his position, and as Garret glanced, he was turned to face the same direction as the larger man, leaning with his shoulder to the wooden support. "You found me." 

Garret turned and kicked up some dirt with his hoof for dramatic effect. "Just what in the hell do you mean by that?" he said, with genuine curiosity and offence. He even threw his barely-lit paper pipe down to the ground and stamped it out with a loud thud.

For the first time, Amber backed down slightly. At least, metaphorically. He stood up straight, looked at Garret's working clothes and spoke more softly, evidentially choosing his words carefully. 

"What I mean is... well, I've not been in this town long. I've got a lot to learn, y'know? But I've been travelling with some family and recently I've had to make some money. I learned what makes people tick, yeah? And you, my friend, can't survive without a bit of... entertainment." 

It's at this moment Garret realises that the cute, juvenile fox in front of him had one hand subtly on his hip, and the other playing with the toothpick in his mouth. He still hadn't looked up, but with the way he was phrasing his words and by the swing of his tail, Garret knew roughly what he was insinuating. 

"I... listen, I don't know what you mightn't have heard, but I 'aint up for any amount of cheap whores. Go take your business elsewhere, boy, you're too young to be sellin' flesh." Garret turned back to his gazing, and enjoyed the crumbling architecture of the opposite building. 

"Hey now, I didn't mean--" Amber protested, only to be snubbed.

"Kid, I 'aint interested." Garret muttered under his breath. His words hung in the air as silence once more wrapped it's comforting tail around the two.

For a little while, that's all there was - the soft breathing from the two bodies, accompanied by the ever-droll sounds spilling out from the saloon's remaining patrons. Even with the candle-light bleeding out into the night, neither horse nor fox were easily seen from any position that wasn't directly across the street - they were relatively concealed, at least that's what Garret had intended when he had come here. Before this... intruder had come into his space uninvited. What right did he have to even be here? 

He turned, and pointed a finger threateningly. "Look, time for you to lea-- uh... " 

The threatening went unheeded by the empty street that was presented in front of him. Amber must have slunk off, he reasoned, like the greasy weasel... fox he appeared to be.

...Suddenly the alleyway seemed somewhat uninviting and cold. Garret shrugged and stepped back inside the saloon, aware of the cheerful greetings inside... but not of the two golden, shining dots in the darkness across the street following his movements.

The rest of the night and earnings were wasted on cider and songs. The merriment of the bar spilled out into the next morning, and eventually the bar patrons emptied into the dusty streets like spiders from a shaken boot.

Garret was one of the last to leave, and rather unsteadily at that. His ears folded back, his hat pulled low to avoid the rising sun's gaze and with his jacket thrown over one shoulder, he headed off to his home. 

He had indeed spent the night drinking, and although he was fairly sure where the ground was in relation to his face, he was also aware not long into his returning journey of a helping shoulder under his arm helping him keep it that way. Helpfulness wasn't something Garret forgot, even when plastered. He thanked the blurry figure as he stumbled through the large barn doors to his workplace, fumbled out a few silver coins he hadn't wasted on drinks as payment and promptly collapsed over a nearby bale of hay heavy, drunken thud before the coins even hit the ground.

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*Ting...* 

Garret woke up, much to his displeasure. He took a few moments to mentally check his body; bruised stomach, aching chest, throat like a rusty chute and a tail like a nest of rats... 

                                     *Ting...* 

With as much strength as he had, he pushed himself off of the haybale he'd slept over. It was one of the worse positions he'd spent a night in, no mistake about that. His back cracked several times as he sat up straight and lifted his arms.

                                                                              *Ting...* 

He knew he couldn't avoid it much longer. There was somebody else in his barn. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes just a crack. It was just enough for his eyes to be flooded by a wave of horribly bright light, but eventually they began to adjust; the dust in the air did nothing to help his obscured vision. He saw his hat laying on the dusty floor, and unsteadily picked it up before settling it rather unevenly on his head. That helped provide a bit of shade for his tired eyes, at least...

                                                                                                                          *Ting...*   

Slowly, and with the musk of a brandy hangover, he turned to one side and rested his back against a few stacked bales. He couldn't quite stand up yet, but that didn't mean he'd show it. The heat in the barn was tangible, and the sunlight beaming through an open window had already scorched it's way across half of the floorboards, telling him it was pretty late in the day to be rising.

"Lookin' for a strong hand?" He muttered, offering his services almost whisperingly under his stinking breath. It wasn't unusual for folks to come by his barn themselves if they needed a quick job doing or someone removing from their property, and at least this way Garret didn't have to use his sore eyes to make out particulars.

"I'd say you're the one who could do with a hand, Gracian." 

Garret groaned out loud. The memories, or at least some of them, flooded back from the previous night. 

"Amber." He muttered, clutching his hat and pulling it below his eyes. "Come to torment a poor horse with barrel fever?" 

"Where I come from, we call it a hangover." Amber replied, the sassiness from the night before piquing. 

*Ting...* 
"What is that?" Garret asked, once again braving the morning light as he slid his hat to the top of his aching skull. Through blurry eyes, he could just about make out the boy who'd beat him the previous night, and something... shiny in his paws. 

Amber smiled across at him, the trademark toothpick twiddling from side to side in his teeth. He was making Garret feel even more unstable than he was already. "It's my payment." He said, flicking the silver coin in the air once again. 

"So you found yourself some work, good for you." Garret grumbled, slouching down to stare at the floor. The hangover wasn't as bad after waking up a little, and hooves were feeling steadier by the minute. The thought of galloping away from this barn had that effect. 

"I'm still not interested." 

"Aren't you?" Amber replied quickly.

The fox pocketed the silver piece and walked delicately over to Garret, stopping only when his fine, pointed shoes were in the horse's limited field of vision. Garret groaned again. 

"You keep saying you're not interested, yet you've barely heard me out." The fox said, rather defensively. "I figured I'd try you a little later on, and I thought you'd changed your tune, with the help of some drink." 

Like a man who'd wondered why the carriage had become larger and larger, suddenly Garret was hit by realisation. 

"Oh god damn, boy..." he muttered, drawing himself up once more. He was face-to-face with the fox - at least, face-to-ears, as he gave himself a few moments to breath. 

"Listen, I was just payin' you for helping me get home on two hooves last night, I weren't payin' for no... services." He muttered, trying to avoid eye contact. "So tell who'err you were sendin' to me that I'm still not interested."

Amber, still staring up at him with those beautiful eyes, tilted his head slightly in confusion. With a cocked ear, he spoke in a soft voice as to not upset Garret's 'barrel fever'. "What do you mean, whoever I was sending?" 

It was Garret's turn to look confused. Finally, he met the boy's gaze, and barely half a foot away from one another their eyes locked. "What do y'mean, what do I mean?" 

For the second time, the air grew thick with tension between the two. Both of them looking confused and one looking rather hungover, eventually one of them cleared the air. 

"Well, don't you... y'know, sell girls? 'Aint that what you're about?" Garret said, raising his hands to either side in exclamation. Amber flattened his ears back in disgust and snorted. 

"Is that what you thought?!" He asked, breaking the quietness of the barn with his raised voice. Garret winced, but powered through.

"Then what're you about?" He said, utterly baffled. 

"I was offering to buy you a drink you utter dolting colt!"Amber yelled, before turning around on the spot and crossing his arms. "The only person I was offering was myself!"  

Garret took a few moments to come to his senses. He stared down at that bright orange tail, pondering the last twenty four hours. 

                             "So... outside the bar, you--" 

"Just wanted a drink and to talk." 

                             "And you didn't just ask me because--" 

"I tried, remember? You ignored me like a sick mule." 

Garret punched the hay bale behind him, his broad and muscular arms releasing some tension in the feed he'd been hauling. He turned back to Amber, the frustration rising from his body like steam. "Well I thought you were selling hookers!" 

Amber turned around to face the horse, a stern look on his face and his toothpick broken in two. "Well, I wasn't!" 

"You could have found a way easier way of askin' a guy for a drink!" Replied Garret. The relief off of his body felt good, but it left him with excess energy he didn't know how to get rid of. For the first time that day, he was smiling. Staring up into those big brown eyes, Amber couldn't help but start smiling too. 

He spat out his broken toothpick and rubbed one of his arms nonchalantly. "Well... yeah, I suppose I could've. But you never know how folk'll react, especially in these parts." 

Garret leant back against the abused hay, resting his elbows up along them and stretching his neck from side to side. "Nah, around here they're still pretty reserved... it's pretty rare to see someone like you about, too. No wonder you were antsy." 

The two stood there, in the late morning sunlight that beamed through a nearby window and made the dust in the barn glow as if each tiny speck was a firefly lost along it's journey. Amber sat down on a nearby haybale and leant his elbows on his legs, while Garret watched him. The smile hadn't faded nor changed since the revelation, though now he saw the young fox in an entirely new light.

Finally, one of them broke the silence. With a sideways glance at Garret, Amber took the metaphorical leap.

"So..." 

"Hm?"

Amber was blushing, and it was clear even under his orange cheek fur. Garret was staring at him, which just made him blush even harder. The frustration from the misunderstanding had clearly began to drain away, leaving only an attractive young fox boy and a well-built horse twice his size.

"You uh... I guess you had that drink I offered last night, right?" Amber muttered, stroking the side of one of his arms awkwardly. 

"I suppose I did, aye... and then a few more." Garret replied, the smile on his lips never moving an inch. Amber still couldn't meet his gaze. 

"A-and I did escort ya back here the night after..." 

"Mhm, and for that I'm purely grateful." 

Amber couldn't take it anymore. He raised his head to meet Garret's eyes, finally saying what he'd wanted to since the night in the bar. 

"Gracian, would you like to ta-- Jesse James in a jamboree!" He blurted out, staring at the horse's dusty work clothes. His face reddened noticeably as he raised a paw to shield his gaze. 

Garret, confused by the commotion, looked down and smiled. 

"Oh." He said, a little surprised at himself. 

He hadn't noticed, at least not consciously, but since his mind had started to wander while staring at Amber, his lower half had began to pitch a rather prominent tent. His relatively loose overalls now had an outline stretching from the center of his pelvis to one side, showing off just what Garret was equipped with. The fabric was rough, but it folded rather neatly into an outline of his slightly swollen, equine member. 

Amber was still blushing with his paws covering his face when he heard a soft click. Ignoring it for the moment, he decided to stare down the barn and at the open barn doors, still letting the early breeze into the lofty building. Finally, he had began calming down... before he heard another click, and turned to face Gracian once more. 

"Sorry, I had to make myself a 'lil more comfortable." Garret muttered with a grin, the last clasp of his overalls finally being set free and causing the rest of the fabric to crumple at the stable hand's hooves. 

In the early afternoon light with his clear, smooth coat, he shone like an adonis from the heavens above. The daily rigors his body had endured had built it, chiselled it into such a glistening form that when Amber's golden eyes fell upon it, he couldn't help but stare. Eventually, his eyes fell back onto the previously outlined member, now released from it's cloth enclosure and freely hanging in the air, still only semi-stiff, but twitching with promise of more. 

"Like I said..." Garret continued, snapping the red-faced fox away from his freely hanging member. "...Boys like you are a rough find 'round these parts." 

Amber swallowed. For some reason, even that was difficult at the moment. All he knew was that his maw was watering, and even in his mind's warped perspective, he got the feeling that an offer was being proposed. With some noticeable reluctance, he looked up to meet Garret's gaze. 

"M-may I...?" The young fox uttered. It was as much as surprise to himself as to Garret, who shrugged and casually leant back against the hay bales. He spread his legs open slightly, allowing easy access for what Amber was very quick to fall over himself to get close to. Garret sighed softly and closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of the cool barn air strike against his throbbing length like water against a dormant volcano. He adored moments like this; between the build-up and the bliss, where every minute twitch or throb coursing through his meat felt like the beginning spark to a bonfire. 

He heard Amber skid to a halt below him, and smiled to himself. He felt the hot breath of the young boy's apparent apprehension against his sensitive flesh, a feeling that made him shiver with arousal. Tensing his fingers against the tightly-packed straws behind him, Garret felt the soft, inevitable surge of pleasure begin to pulse through his swelling shaft. This was helped by Amber's gentle, caressing fingertips making an almost electric connection with his inner thighs, making Garret gasp softly up to the rafters. 

"G-go on, boy... I can tell yer pinin'." 

No sooner had the colt finished his sentence did Amber act, with what felt like expertly practiced movement. One soft paw gently lifted the engorged member forward, which was immediately latched upon by Amber's loving and luscious lips. His delicate hand held it there steadfast, gently squeezing and stroking the underside as the previously thigh-stroking paw crept southward and palmed Garret's sizable, brimming ballsack. The sudden rush of feeling and attention made the studly horse whinny slightly, something which he wasn't terribly proud of, but he tensed his stomach and tried to keep a cool head in the mid-morning breeze. 

Amber, on the other hand, had decided not to waste his youth. 
Not a few moments after taking the stiffening member's head into his drooling maw, he pushed his head down and met his palm about half way before the back of his throat was hit. His tongue licked and lapped around the gorgeous flesh pole he'd been given, exciting the horse enough to notice a shockingly fast response from the cock itself. As if by magic, Amber felt it both harden and lengthen in his tight, welcoming grip. He forced himself to pull back slightly rather than choke, but the scent of a working colt's musk had already filled his nostrils, making his entire body shiver and shake with excitement. 

"W-woah there, cowboy..." Garret muttered, a little lost for breath under the surprising expertise of Amber. "G-go steady now!" 

Drunk on the heavy mead of another's arousal and still trying to find his own pace, Amber continued treating the colt's cock as the west's smoothest sweet cactus treat. He was fighting back choking each time he took the thick shaft into his maw, but with persistence and only a slight watering in his eyes, he eventually found just the perfect pace; rather slow, but he was taking Garret's member throat-deep on every push. There was still plenty of horsemeat to handle, and so his paws were never left wanting.

"Oh, how ya get me kettled, boy!" Garret exclaimed, breathing out swifter with each passing moment. The affection adorned upon his lower half had forced his legs apart with sheer pleasure. He had felt himself grow from a cool-headed stable hand offering his morning to a fox into a weak-legged teenage foal moaning like a filly in it's first heat. 

'Feeling like it, too.' He thought to himself; he could feel every electric inch that fox covered in his careful caressing; every crease in Garret's crotch, every throbbing inch and every gentle pinch. He knew he'd not last long if this treatment went uninterrupted, and judging by the soft boiling in his lower stomach, it would be an explosive end to a short-lived ride...

"D-darlin', s-stop!" He stuttered down, bringing his legs back in to support himself, pulling his throbbing shaft gently out of Amber's hungry maw. He lowered his arms to stroke Amber's cheek and guide his gaze back upward, who gave him a confused, blushing look as he pulled his maw free from the slicken tip. "What's wrong?" He asked, automatically assuming it was something he had done. 

"N-nothin'..." Garret replied with a smile, whilst carefully supporting his member with his free hand. Motioning to the back of the barn with his head, he bent down and began pulling his overalls over his hooves, removing them completely. 

"...But how about we test the strength of yer ridin' leather?" He said, grinning sideways at the young fox. 

Amber glanced over to the back of the barn, which was darkened by the shadows of large stacks of hay and overhung equipment. Fortunately, this did create a dark spot in which all the farming equipment was hidden - unfortunately, that's where all the farming equipment was hidden. Forks, yolks and large pieces of wood obscured what spare space there was.

Standing up, he leant in close to Garret, who was now utterly naked. "Are... you sure?" He asked, his questioning nature showing on his handsome face. "I'm not sure I could take a boy as big as you. I doubt there's even room back there." 

"If you're not sure, we'll flip for it." Garret suggested, stomping playfully over into the darkness. "If she lands on heads, that's all ya inclined to give me..." 

Amber shook himself for a moment before fishing one of the silver coins out of his tight pocket. He noticed that he was still incredibly dressed for such a suggestion, and idely began unbuttoning his vest. "And if it's tails?" He asked as he steadied the coin atop his fist. 

"Then that'll be what yer liftin'." Garret's voice responded from somewhere within the obscured hay. 

Amber swallowed. Without looking at which face was upward on the coin, he slowly and carefully trod toward the darkened area of the barn. The cool air enveloped him as the darkness wrapped across his body, the hung farming equipment above providing shade to the back of his neck. As he approached and slipped off his vest, leaving his chest bare-furred against the prickling shade, Garret showed himself by leaning forward onto a pile of haybales, utterly obscuring his lower half. His smile was more disarming than a loaded sheriff, and his eyes kept Amber stock still for what felt like a week. 

"Well? 'Aint ya gonna flip it?" 

Perhaps not as intended but as instructed, Amber 'flipped it'. 
He felt his mind give up. He felt his body give in; every part of him had been urging, pushing toward the horse at the speed of light but had been held back until that moment. Now, the invitation from Garret himself teasingly hidden behind the hay had unleashed a torrent of hot, steaming horniness from it's dam. From outward appearances, of course, everything was different. 

From Garret's perspective, as soon as the words left his grinning lips Amber flipped the coin so hard that it pinged off of the beam above him and lost itself somewhere in the strewn-about hay. Amber had been flung too; by his own lust and desire for the equine's fine form to be pressed against his own, he leapt over the obstructing haybale.

Surprised by the sudden company, Garret stumbled backward and into a pile of fortunately soft hay. He still winced as he hit it, but winced harder as the naked fox landed on him with a gentle thud, his crotch being suddenly sat upon making him groan out for a few moments. Before he could so much as clear his head, he felt a pair of soft, furry lips press against his own. His normally straightforward and sensible mind suddenly clouded, and he felt his hands grip the sides of the fox's supple body almost of their own accord.

Amber smiled as he kissed Garret, breaking from the workman's embrace long enough to sit up on his knees, which straddled the horse either side of his stomach. He felt the bulge pressed between the finely toned belly of Garret and his pelvis, but that only riled him up more. As Garret moved his arms to under his own head, Amber unfastened the latch on his belt and pulled it off, throwing it off into one corner in movement similar to that of a striking snake.

Wasting no more time, he lifted his pelvis up and fiddled excitedly with his trouser buttons, trying in vain to remove them. After a few frantic moments of heart-pounding frustration, he found a pair of well-worn hands curling around his own. They stopped shaking.

"Shhh." Garret cooed as he expertly undid the fox's bulging buttons. "Lemme get this for ya, boy." 

Amber felt his chest warm up and his face blush, as if his stomach had turned into a pot-bellied stove. He leant back a little, both to give the fine helping horse more room, and to fondle the ample-sized orbs on the other end of the twitching shaft that currently pushed up against him. His efforts did not go unnoticed; Garret's hand briefly shook as he moaned out, the unexpected feeling surging through him instantly. He shot a grin up to Amber, and promptly tore the fox's buttons off, releasing the pent-up member into the fresh air at last. 

Amber moaned out softly. His face was a picture of utter relief, at least for a moment. As soon as his twitching canine member was free, he leaned forward once more, the act of which forced his pelvis down Garret's tormented shaft. 

"Did you just tear off my buttons?" Amber asked playfully, leaning to one side as he began to tug the tight trousers off. 

Garret, whose mind had been trying to stave off the flood of adrenaline and hormones for the better part of an hour, finally lost. He responded to the playful fox by grabbing either side of him, sitting up and throwing him roughly against one of the sun-blocking haybales. Amber hit it with a thud and a grunt as Garret stood up, but it did nothing to temper his grin. Before his paws could be taken away from him, he pulled out a small toothpick from his front pocket and securely bit it with the side of his maw. 

"Ride on, horse boy." He muttered as Garret's body loomed over him. He looked up at the beautiful form, the pelt shimmering where it was exposed to the light, and the large, twitching member inches away from his face. He couldn't admire it for too long, however; Garret's firm grasp on his wrists brought him up face-to-face with the seemingly frustrated colt. His planned witty response fled his mind when his stiff member brushed against Garret's, the heat of which made Amber moan out ever so softly. 

"Ever had a horse before, boy?" Garret growled into Amber's face. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes showed that he wasn't angry. It was pure, unadulterated, barely restrained lust. 

"Oh, please." Amber retorted, his grin returning to his blushing face. "I'd wager you couldn't match up to-- H-hey!" 

His complaints were well-founded, because before he'd even finished his sentence he was spun around and had his face forcefully pushed into the tightly-packed hay. His paws scratched helplessly at the bale, finding some kind of grip to help him keep balance as each of his feet were kicked gently to either side, widening them and lowering his rear to the perfect position. Garret's hooves stomped into place just inside Amber's stance, and he felt the burning equine member brush roughly against his still-clothbound cheeks. 

One firm hand on Amber's back and the other lifting his member, Garret grinned down at his would-be rider. He'd certainly found a way to silence the sassiness, but the burning feeling in his stomach was ruling his actions now. He knew that grinding his cock against the inside of the fox's pelvis would drive him crazy; and indeed, as he did so he felt Amber's own member twitch against his. Amber certainly seemed ready. It almost made Garret feel bad for what he'd do next…        
...Almost. 
With his free hand, he put two fingers into the trousers' tail hole and pulled down hard. The sound of tearing cloth was almost drowned out amongst the fox's complaining; complaining which soon ceased as Garret brought his hand down against the newly bare cheeks in one swift, firm movement. That sound echoed through the barn, and so did the next three; the first accompanied by Amber's soft grunt, and by the third he was moaning into the hay against which he was pushed. 

Just the feeling of sore buttock against his rough hands made Garret's member noticeably more stiff, to the point where it prodded and brushed against Amber's belly and cock of it's own accord. The saliva that had once covered it had mostly been smeared against the belly fur, however the tip of Garret's throbbing equine member had begun supplying it's own lubrication, which he took full advantage of as he pulled it up and ground it against the exposed cheeks.

Amber was used to occasional abuse, but certainly hadn't expected it in this manner; every shockwave of pain through his buttocks was translated into pleasure by the time it reached his belly. His cock acted as an antenna, twitching and throbbing in the cool air below him between smacks, cock brushes and even when it was left alone completely. He felt Garret's member slide against his cheeks and gulped softly; he knew what was coming next, and knew it would be pai-- 

"Garret? Ya 'round here?" A voice called from just outside the barn. Amber froze, and expected the same of Garret.

Unfortunately for the young fox, Garret had other plans. He forcibly pushed Amber's head just below the top of the hay bale so it couldn't be seen, and skipping all the usual formalities pressed his thick equine tip against Amber's unprepared hole, making the young fox bite his tongue as to not yell out in exclamation. Garret had the angle spot on, but it took a few moments of pressure to keep it there - during which he looked up at the figure entering the barn's warm open space. 

"Over here, Mart!" Garret called out, his bated breath held back for sake of keeping up appearances. In truth, his hips were shivering with apprehension and his hands were both supporting Amber's hips and keeping the fox's tail out of sight of the intruder. Amber could barely manage to keep quiet; the constant moist pressure against his tight entrance was almost to a critical point, and it was all he could do not to moan out pleasure. He heard footsteps approaching, and bit down on one of his knuckles. 

"I got word that'll perk yer ears." The voice said, out of Amber's view.
 
"O-oh?" Garret replied, trying hard to keep his composure. 

Garret smiled out of the darkness to his large coyote friend, the strain on his face thankfully not showing. He continued to press his precum-leaking tip against Amber's ample entrance out of the view of his friend, and every moment he knew could be the last for him to keep up the ruse of being alone. He cleared his throat and pressed a little harder, making Amber moan very quietly. 

"Aye," Mart continued, apparently unaware of the fire boiling in both boy's bellies. "Ol' Anderson just put'is farm up f'r poker after losin’ down to’s boots. Thought it'd be right up yer alley." 

"T-thanks for the tip, Mart, I'll make it outta here by noon." Garret spoke loud enough to mask the quivering moans coming from below as he continued to tease the poor fox's ability to hold back. He could feel the entrance stretching just a little more each time, almost to the point of taking his throbbing wet tip, but he pulled back at the last second each time. 

"What're ya doin' over there, anyhow?" Mart asked, stepping a little further into the barn. Garret shook his head slightly, and tried to put on a casual expression. 

"J-just ah... packin' some stuff up. Ya know how it is durin' dry season." He said, his voice barely giving anything away. Mart nodded skeptically and turned around to stride away, adding just before he left "Just make sure ya'll ready for it." 

At that moment, Amber had grown impatient. He'd become sick of constantly being teased, not being able to reach his own throbbing, needing member, of having his tail pushed straight against his back and of having his tailhole stretched but not taken advantage of. Just as the footsteps had reached the entrance of the barn, Amber pushed his hips back against Garret's teasing, thrusting tip, forcing it to slide in with one painful push. 

"A-Aahh!" Garret exclaimed, his entire body erupting in shivers of pleasure as his fat equine tip was forcefully squeezed into Amber's tight but wanting passage. Amber continued to push back and Garret gripped the fox's sides hard as his shaft was buried deeper and deeper into Amber's tight, burning hot ass. 

Amber was past moaning. He let his tongue lol out to one side, holding his toothpick as he pushed back, the feeling of being stretched out by the large equine member forcing waves of pain and pleasure ricocheting around his body. He panted openly as he pulled forward, and almost bit his toothpick in half when he felt Garret suddenly push forward with him; rather than pulling back, forcing more of his throbbing meat in. 

"Yer alright in there?" Mart asked from the door, peering in with squinted eyes. Garret panicked a little, but took the chance as being far away enough in the darkness not to see very well from the entrance of the barn; he thrusted into Amber's behind, enjoying every last inch his hard horse cock could be squeezed into the slippery entrance, and stepped forward to keep it there when he looked up to the intruding coyote. 

"Y-yeah," Garret said unconvincingly, "Just hit a needle's all." 

"...In a hay bale?" Mart replied, giving a more quizzical look than before. 

"What're the chances?" Garret said half-jokingly, his physically excruciation showing in his voice. 

He watched as the coyote stepped away from the entrance and out into the sunlight, and thanked god under his breath. As soon as he was sure they were both alone again, he took a moment to slide a few inches of his throbbing shaft out of Amber's twitching inner walls. 

"W-what the fuck were you thinking?!" He growled. Using one hand, he pulled Amber's head up by his neck and pushed it once more against the top of the haybale before grabbing each of his paws and holding them against his back. His other hand took the fox's hips and pulled them back as he thrust forward, slamming his hips against Amber's and making the fox call out helplessly. 

Words wouldn't form in Amber's mind anymore; he was wracked with pleasure and pain, although far more of the former. He felt the horse slam home, stretching him out in ways he'd never even dreamed of before. His arms wiggled helplessly against his strong, restraining grasp as his breath was stolen by another forceful, full-length hilting from behind. All he could do was waft his tail dreamily behind him as the fire within him burned brighter, and drool open-mawed onto the hay his face was pressed against. His legs were as weak as his resolve, and they shook and shivered under the equine's seemingly effortless pistoning. 

Garret had decided to teach the slutty little fox a lesson. Although he had intended fully on going slowly and letting Amber become accustomed to having an equine lover, all that went out the window when the mischievous fox almost had him outed in front of the bar's owner. 

Now, he didn't hold back. He forced every twitching stiff inch of his thick equine cock into the boy's entrance, occasionally settling for half of it in swift thrusts that threatened the cock's release from it's tight grasp each time he pulled back. Soon, his own rough grunts and moans were drowned out by the wet, hard slaps of thigh-against-thigh that filled the barn with the threat of spilling out into the streets. Neither of them cared, however; helpless fox being filled to the brim by hard horse cock and the luscious colt, forgoing his kind nature to pound the wanting, teasing, back-sassing ass in front of him, and whose heavy balls smacked noisily against the fox's own through posh torn trousers. 

After a while of hard, full thrusts, Garret tempered himself slightly and slowed down. The feeling he got from pounding this tight ass was far too fine to stop thrusting completely, but he slowed enough to allow himself and Amber to catch their respective breaths. 

"Y-ya okay down there?" Garret panted softly, releasing the fox's wrists and stroking Amber's back as he continued pressing his hips forward and back. 

"I-is... t-that all y-ya got?" Amber responded weakly, accompanied by a soft giggle. 

"You 'lil bitch!" 

Garret immediately bent the fox's arms back around his back with one hand, grabbed the tail's base with the other and hilted him, forcing every last inch of slick, thick, throbbing meat into the boy's clenching ass. That brought a loud moan out of Amber, and so did the proceeding hard thrusts, each one of which filled him up to the brim and stretched his clenching ass by force. He pounded without mercy or hesitation; his hips were hard-working pistons, bouncing his balls back and forth each and every time he forced the entirety of his throbbing length home.

Amber called out uncontrollably between whining howls and panting moans. He asked, begged the horse behind him for more, faster, harder... knowing full well he couldn't handle any of those requests, should they be met. Each time he begged, Garret delivered; pounding harder and faster, his hips bucking as if he were a racing colt on his way to the finish line. Amber could feel it deep inside him; the unfurling of the colt's flared tip bulging inside him, the increased wetness slowly running down the inside of his leg, the uncaring roughness with which he was pulled back by his tail over and over, so relentlessly that his legs soon buckled. Garret either didn't notice or didn't care; he held Amber's backside up by his tail and continued his energetic, frantic pounding as the bales Amber was now leaning heavily against began to rock back and forth. 

With Garret devoting his entire being into making sure Amber couldn't walk any time soon and his eyes closed, Amber was the only one who saw, through teary eyes, a figure appear at the other end of the barn. At first he was far too deep in pleasure to take it into consideration, and with each heavy slap of the equine's balls against his own his mind returned to a fuzzy, barely-conscious state... but before he knew it, the figure was upon them. 

"Gah...g-... g-gracian..." He moaned out, barely able to articulate. "G-good gracious, Gracian!"

Garret's response was simply a tighter grip around his tail and a slightly-too-firm slap across abused butt cheeks, freeing up Amber's arms. The fox immediately used them to support himself on the rocking bale, and looked up open-mouthed at the figure in front of him. 

The figure placed a delicate, canine finger against Amber's lips, telling him silently to be quiet. That wasn't a problem; Garret was making so much noise with panting and groaning, not to mention the hip-smacks, that nothing could be heard above them. Amber was so lost in pleasure that he licked up the finger lusciously, coating it in a liberal amount of tongue before letting it into his maw for a moment. It was withdrawn, and even through the noise, grunting and feeling of being full to the point of exploding, Amber heard a soft chuckle. 

The next few moments for Amber were full of being utterly abused from behind; that is, having his tailhole stretched around Garret's unrelenting member. The next thing he knew, however, there was another stiff joint being pressed against his open lips. Blinking away the tears and panting heavily against it, Amber opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw it was an obviously engorged canine dick. He turned to look up at it's owner, but before he could a hand grabbed the back of his head and forced him to take it. 

He did so gladly, as he was far past any kind of objection at this point. Rather than trying, he suckled gladly at the invading member; much to the appreciation of it's owner, if the stroking of his ears were anything to go by. He felt it twitch and expand as he pulled it in with his tongue, easily getting it all into his hot, wet, yet decidedly talented maw. 

Being taken from both ends now, Amber felt his nose being pushed against a canine's crotch fur at the same time his back end was smacking heavily against Garret's lap. The taste and musk of the heavy, throbbing cock invading his maw began to creep into his mind as he lost control of the last piece of himself that lay in the way of utter bliss; as a dormant volcano breaking it's surface tension, Amber clenched down hard on both ends and moaned out, against the cock in front of him and into the world at large. 

Amber's orgasmic clenching tipped Garret over the edge, who had been concentrating hard on not finishing too early. "F-fuck, pretty boy... y-you wanna feel how a stable boy bucks?" He muttered, practically growling into the fox's delicate, twitching ear.

"T-take m-me, G-g-gracian... f-forever, t-take me!" Amber moaned out, briefly taking a respite from the third-party-pleasing.

He slammed each of his hands against the hay bale Amber's head was resting on and let his hips do the work, slamming his cock into the deepest reaches within Amber's vice-like inner walls and unleashing a heavy, unstoppably powerful orgasm. His hips didn't stop thrusting as his burning hot equine juice poured thickly forth; Amber's clenching cheeks acted like a milking machine, taking every single drop of Garret's thick seed until it sprang a leak and began dripping down onto the dusty, well-worn floor. Ribbon after ribbon of hot juices flooded Amber's insides, painting them white as the pressure built up and leaked out between the two's tightly coupled hips.

Garret, still whinnying and panting in pure lust, finally opened his eyes and saw the fuzzy image of Mart's belly fur through the open vest he always wore. Below that, the soft suckling sound made as he thrust his cock deep into Amber's orgasmically tight maw. Normally, he'd have spoken out, or tried to hide his actions from the barkeep; however, through the solar explosion going on inside his body, he simply opened his own maw as a presentation. 

"Gawd, yer both filthy sluts..." He heard above him as he watched Marty's canine cock escape from Amber's maw, who promptly closed it under the weight of Garret atop him. Mart wasted no time in grabbing Garret's head and making it his new sex toy, barely lasting a few thrusts before shuddering and forcing it down the horse's throat. Garret tasted the hot, thick salty juices from his friend and swallowed them dutily. He even had the strength to stroke the length with his tongue as his eyes closed once more, and was vaguely aware of being able to breath once more as his face was made hot and wet with more coyote seed. 

"I'll see y’boys real soon..." 

Those were the last words either fox or horse heard before they both collapsed to the messy floor, exhausted and leaking love juices, coated in the face, belly, and legs. Both Amber and Garret were asleep before they hit the ground, and both of them lay there in the afternoon shade worn out, sore, and smiling. 

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Eventually, Gracian opened his eyes to the late afternoon sun beaming through a nearby window. "G'mornin', princess." Amber cooed, laying on his back by his side.

"G'mornin'? Are you pickin' up some of my accent?" Gracian replied, tiredly wiping some of the stickiness from between his eyes. 

Amber nodded without reply.

There seemed to be something on his mind, but Gracian was still sobering up from the hard lovemaking they'd experienced together. It's seemed to have passed a long time ago... 

Suddenly, Gracian understood what it was. The words that had passed between them before the lusty encounters, the hints, the wording of key sentences...

Physically exhausted, both sweating, stinking and sticky, Garret and Amber laid in the dusty barn atop a few layers of hay. This was the hard part, both of them knew. They both remembered the third visitor, but another issue had raised itself during the last, long stretch of their lovemaking, and both fox and horse stared up at the wooden roof above them in total silence trying to ignore it. Eventually, either they would crumble, or it would. 

Surprising as it was to Amber, the seemingly strong Garret was the first to speak. 

"Your family'll be leavin' up the morning." He said, painfully plain and to-the-point. He casually brushed some sticky dust from his shining hip, seemingly accidental in his hand's placement. Amber, who had been questioning everything he knew to be true, felt it brush against his knuckles. For a moment, his brain stopped, and he could think of nothing. Then, as a moth setting it's wings ablaze in the afternoon sunlight, he exposed himself. 

"They have plenty of food." He said delicately. "I'm sure they'll be glad of it."
 
He had chosen his words carefully and although for a moment he feared that he had chosen too chastely, a rough squeeze on his paw spoke to the contrary. He smiled up at the dusty roof, idly counting the grains he could see from his vantage point. Slowly, he wrapped his paw around Garret's. 

"I work in feed. Well... and gamblin'." Garret said, coughing softly. Amber let himself grin fully, and tried his best not to chuckle. It was adorable, it really was... he turned his head to face Garret's. "Oh?" he responded, grinning teasingly. 

"U-uh... I mean... I have plenty, if you'd..." 

"Feed is good." Amber cut his mumbling lover off before rolling indelicately onto his stomach and fishing something out of the nearby hay. With a giggle, he leant his chest atop Garret's own, his paw finally retrieving what he had been reaching for. 

"...But cards are better, don't you agree?" 

Between his nimble fingers, the bright-eyed young fox flicked a single solid silver coin. 

"Come on," he said softly, sitting up on his knees. "First, you win me back some trousers..."

Gracian blushed and nodded, kneeling up with Amber and smiling happily. 

"...Then, let's go win us a farm!"

=== 
Epilogue
===

Idly walking down the dusty western-bound road with a sprig of fresh hay in twiddling in his mouth and his work-hand horse by his side, Amber wondered. He had wondered about a lot of things during his brief stay at the small western town with only one tavern, but most had been resolved; one had not. 

"Garret?" He cooed to one side.

Garret grunted a response from under the four bags of feed being carefully balanced over his shoulders. Sweat was dripping off his snout, and he was having a hard time keeping up with Ambers joyfully prancing pace. 

"W-What?" He asked eventually. 

"What's your last name?" 

"W-What?!" 

With a thud hard enough to shake the ground slightly, Garret threw down the bags of feed and put his hands on his knees for support. 

"Well, I was just thinking." Amber continued, utterly nonplussed. "I never actually asked. I figure it's only polite."  

"Kakashi." Garret muttered, hefting up one of the bags once more. "My name is Kakashi." 

"Hm." Amber replied, somewhat disappointed.

"...What, ya don't like my surname?" Garret queried, squinting up at the fox under two bags worth of feed. 

"Oh no, it's not that. It just sounds so... foreign." 

A few minutes passed as Garret and Amber walked slowly down the road, the bulking horse doing all of the work yet somehow feeling like he was the one being done a favour. After a long time of listening to him grunt, Amber spoke up again. 

"I suppose it makes sense." 

"W-What does?" 

"Kakashi. You're a foreign breed of horse, so you're naturally stronger. It's all about breeding, really; you're bred into the job you ge--" 

Another loud thud sounded, but this time Amber couldn't ignore it; mostly because two bags of feed had just been thrown at his chest, laying him flat-out in the dust. 

"Breed your way outta that, smart-ass." Mocked Garret, stamping past the debilitated fox and toward an aged sign on the edge of a wide field. On it were the words [Anderson] crossed out, and a new board hung just under it told all who saw it;

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