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"writing": "[b][u][center]A ‘Mic’ Like No Other\nFor bbbuuu\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nGrove nursed the black eye that was slowly swelling on the right side of his face. Stupid mistake; he should have seen it coming instead of taking it on the cheek. That golden retriever had gotten lucky, and almost lucky enough to keep him from getting through the qualifiers for the boxing tournament. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, but it had. \n\nFucking fuck. \n\nThe black-furred stallion shook his head, nursing the swollen eye for a moment before sliding his head back under the stream of water. He could still see the fight in his mind’s eye, and he could still see how he’d fucked up. \n\n[i]Right, right, left, right. The punches flew fast and he blocked them easily. He was winning. The retriever was trying to find an opening that wasn’t there, and Grove was waiting for the other guy to tire out. He had the advantage, and he knew it. \n\nThe sound of someone shouting into a mic caught his ear. He looked sideways. He saw a collie, some college kid that was making some kinda commentary -\n\nPOW!\n\nHe stumbled back, feeling it. The retriever made the mistake of jumping in too quickly, and Grove knocked his lights out.[/i]\n\n“Nnngh…forget the retriever. Stupid college asshole…”\n\nHis eye throbbed as he shook his head, rustling his fingers through his mane for a few seconds to get the last of the soap suds out of the way. That had been his fourth fight out of seven for the day. He hadn’t even seen the border collie around for the other fights. Probably hadn’t been there, probably hadn’t even shown up. Half the kids in college these days weren’t putting in the same work to do a thorough job. Why show up for the early elimination matches when the only important ones were in the second half?\n\nBut after that one…\n\nGrove shook his head. The kid had been staring at him the whole time. Not even just glancing his way, but staring. It was like the dog couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t stop looking at - \n\nWell, between his legs, mostly. Grove was used to the closet cases that were interested in horse dick in a way that they never thought to be with other species. Horse dicks, big dicks, the bestial things that were so large that they couldn’t help but show off. He knew the tropes, the stereotypes that the rest of the world indulged in. \n\nAnd he knew what the collie was thinking looking at him. He’d seen enough dick hounds to know what was going through the kid’s brain. \n\n[i]But if that was all he was doing…[/i]\n\nGrove shook his head, turning off the water and reaching for his towel. He’d been through enough small towns to know the difference between a cock-smacked groupie and someone else. The groupies stopped being so star-struck once they realized that reality wasn’t as good as the fantasies. The other ones…\n\nWell, they wanted more. Sometimes they got stalker-y, sometimes they got a little bit star-struck and held onto a crush for longer than they should, but they were always a problem. This guy felt like the latter. \n\nGrove tucked his towel around his waist, then finally turned his attention to the locker room door. He’d been ignoring the low-level noise coming in from outside, but there was no more tuning it out. \n\n“...stunning turn of events, Grove Witlock continued his [i]savage[/i] beatdown of his competitors, moving on to the tournament. How far he’ll go after the qualifiers, only time will tell, but we’re hoping for the chance to ask him about this directly.”\n\nThe damn dog was still out there, waiting for him to come out of the shower. Grove rolled his eyes, walking back to the showers and leaning against the tiled walls with a huff and a grunt. \n\n[i]The hell is wrong with kids these days…[/i]\n\nMuch as he wanted to believe that the kid was just wanting a scoop for whatever little report he was doing - some podcast or other, he didn’t understand how it worked - he’d seen that stare. More than that, he’d seen it just keep going, those eyes locked on his crotch, staring at him with every fight. The fact that the collie had managed to get any kind of content for his report was something of a miracle, at the end of the day. \n\nIf he left the locker room, that border collie would be waiting right around the corner to ambush him and beg for some sort of report. There’d be more ogling, more staring, more treating him like a piece of meat without even meaning to. \n\nAnd that was the worst part. He could tell that the kid wasn’t even meaning to be offensive, he just couldn’t fucking help himself. Horse-cock, horse-cock, horse-cock, there was that inevitable allure of horse-cock, and that had sunk its teeth into the dog. There was no getting away from it. \n\nGrove slumped against the tiles, lowering his chin against his chest with a deep, heavy sigh. There was really only one way out of this, and he just hoped that it worked out better this time than it had the last time. \n\nThe door swung open a few minutes later, and the border collie walked in. He finally remembered the dog’s name - Deegan - and looked up from the wall as the snappily-dressed college student poked his head around the lockers.\n\n“Uh, excuse me, Mr. Witlock? Hi, I’m Deegan Solomon from the local college, and I was hoping that we could have a quick interview?” \n\n“Interview, huh?”\n\n“Well, yeah. You - I mean, you were the obvious favorite to win. I guess you just - were you feeling under-challenged in the match? Was that why you let yourself get punched? Or were you just making the other guy feel better about his inevitable loss, or - well, I guess I just thought - god, it’s hard to -”\n\nIf it wasn’t clear before, it was fucking clear now. The collie was starstruck, completely lost in a fantasy without a clear way out. Grove rolled his eyes, then reached for the edge of his towel. \n\n“Kid?”\n\n“I mean - sorry, sorry, I wasn’t being clear and - what are you doing?”\n\n“I got a question for you.”\n\nHe pulled the towel loose, letting it drop around his ankles. The whole thing was out of his sheath, flopped down, showing off the whole thing in all its glory. \n\nInstantly, Deegan’s face went from soft-furred to bright pink beneath all those white and blue strands. He looked up and away, only for his eyes to flick back down, staring at the stallion’s shaft. \n\n“Look as big as you hoped?” Grove asked. \n\n“I - I don’t know what you mean?”\n\n“You get a bit of wood of your own while staring at me in the ring?”\n\n“Oh god, what…I…”\n\nThe kid looked over his shoulder, glancing back at the locker door. Nobody else had come in. Nobody else was going to come in. They were all gone for the day. \n\nGrove pushed himself away from the wall, walking out of the shower square. His cock swung from side to side, his balls slapping from thigh to thigh. The wet impact of flesh on flesh was loud and clear in the locker room, and with every step, he gave the border collie the chance to run off. \n\nHe didn’t. Good. \n\nDeegan blushed, looking up at him and sputtering from word to word. Here and there, something came through clearly enough to understand. An apology, a whimper, a bit of confusion of what the fuck was happening - \n\nThe stallion grabbed him by the back of his head, tilting his chin up and making eye-contact. Deegan blushed worse. \n\n“Say it into the mic.”\n\n“The…the…”\n\nHe tilted the collie’s head back down, pointing him toward his rising cock. The flared tip was already starting to get wider, more obvious. \n\n“The mic.”\n\n“...”\n\n“Down.”\n\nHe pushed the border collie to his knees, bit by bit edging him to the only way that they were going to be able to move forward from this. Deegan muttered some more under his breath, still clearly trying to talk himself into or out of this, but the time to stop was already past. There was no way that the dog was going to get over his horse-cock infatuation without doing something with one. If he didn’t do something now, he’d be a problem for another horse, and then another, until he finally confronted what he needed to do: try a horse cock. \n\n[i]If it works out, great. If not, at least I got a blowjob out of this whole thing.[/i]\n\nWith one last nudge, the border collie grabbed hold of his dick and huffed. Grove looked down at him, head cocked to the side. \n\n“Never…never thought that I’d be doing this for real. I mean…never been with a guy before.”\n\n“Everybody else’ll be easier after this.”\n\n“Not sure I want anything but this.”\n\n“Figure out if you can take it first.”\n\nDeegan nodded, looking back at the tip. Grove gave him a few seconds, ready to push him down if he didn’t take it, but the collie surprised him. He opened his mouth, swallowed the flare, and then kept going down…down…down. \n\nThere was a small hiccup at the medial ring, but only for a second before the dog kept going. Deegan reached the base, a significant feat considering that the length was in the double-digits at that point, and managed to hold himself there for a count of three. Even then, spasming as his throat was, the collie pulled back slowly rather than yanking himself off of the shaft. \n\nHe still panted, of course, but for a first-timer, pretty fucking good. \n\n“Alright. You can take it. You still want it?”\n\n“Fuck…fuck yeah…”\n\n“Then take it, kid. But make it last; I ain’t sticking around for long after you’re done.”\n\n“Fine…fine with me.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A horse boxer ends up getting a bit pissy with someone being a bit stalker-y, and shows how it feels to be wanted more for your cock than anything else. \n\nTags: M/M, Horse Cock, Horse, Border Collie, Dog, Stallion, Stereotypes, Locker Room, Oral, Species Focus, Infatuation, Crush, ",
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A ‘Mic’ Like No Other For bbbuuu By Draconicon
Grove nursed the black eye that was slowly swelling on the right side of his face. Stupid mistake; he should have seen it coming instead of taking it on the cheek. That golden retriever had gotten lucky, and almost lucky enough to keep him from getting through the qualifiers for the boxing tournament. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place, but it had.
Fucking fuck.
The black-furred stallion shook his head, nursing the swollen eye for a moment before sliding his head back under the stream of water. He could still see the fight in his mind’s eye, and he could still see how he’d fucked up.
Right, right, left, right. The punches flew fast and he blocked them easily. He was winning. The retriever was trying to find an opening that wasn’t there, and Grove was waiting for the other guy to tire out. He had the advantage, and he knew it.
The sound of someone shouting into a mic caught his ear. He looked sideways. He saw a collie, some college kid that was making some kinda commentary -
POW!
He stumbled back, feeling it. The retriever made the mistake of jumping in too quickly, and Grove knocked his lights out.
“Nnngh…forget the retriever. Stupid college asshole…”
His eye throbbed as he shook his head, rustling his fingers through his mane for a few seconds to get the last of the soap suds out of the way. That had been his fourth fight out of seven for the day. He hadn’t even seen the border collie around for the other fights. Probably hadn’t been there, probably hadn’t even shown up. Half the kids in college these days weren’t putting in the same work to do a thorough job. Why show up for the early elimination matches when the only important ones were in the second half?
But after that one…
Grove shook his head. The kid had been staring at him the whole time. Not even just glancing his way, but staring. It was like the dog couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t stop looking at -
Well, between his legs, mostly. Grove was used to the closet cases that were interested in horse dick in a way that they never thought to be with other species. Horse dicks, big dicks, the bestial things that were so large that they couldn’t help but show off. He knew the tropes, the stereotypes that the rest of the world indulged in.
And he knew what the collie was thinking looking at him. He’d seen enough dick hounds to know what was going through the kid’s brain.
But if that was all he was doing…
Grove shook his head, turning off the water and reaching for his towel. He’d been through enough small towns to know the difference between a cock-smacked groupie and someone else. The groupies stopped being so star-struck once they realized that reality wasn’t as good as the fantasies. The other ones…
Well, they wanted more. Sometimes they got stalker-y, sometimes they got a little bit star-struck and held onto a crush for longer than they should, but they were always a problem. This guy felt like the latter.
Grove tucked his towel around his waist, then finally turned his attention to the locker room door. He’d been ignoring the low-level noise coming in from outside, but there was no more tuning it out.
“...stunning turn of events, Grove Witlock continued his savage beatdown of his competitors, moving on to the tournament. How far he’ll go after the qualifiers, only time will tell, but we’re hoping for the chance to ask him about this directly.”
The damn dog was still out there, waiting for him to come out of the shower. Grove rolled his eyes, walking back to the showers and leaning against the tiled walls with a huff and a grunt.
The hell is wrong with kids these days…
Much as he wanted to believe that the kid was just wanting a scoop for whatever little report he was doing - some podcast or other, he didn’t understand how it worked - he’d seen that stare. More than that, he’d seen it just keep going, those eyes locked on his crotch, staring at him with every fight. The fact that the collie had managed to get any kind of content for his report was something of a miracle, at the end of the day.
If he left the locker room, that border collie would be waiting right around the corner to ambush him and beg for some sort of report. There’d be more ogling, more staring, more treating him like a piece of meat without even meaning to.
And that was the worst part. He could tell that the kid wasn’t even meaning to be offensive, he just couldn’t fucking help himself. Horse-cock, horse-cock, horse-cock, there was that inevitable allure of horse-cock, and that had sunk its teeth into the dog. There was no getting away from it.
Grove slumped against the tiles, lowering his chin against his chest with a deep, heavy sigh. There was really only one way out of this, and he just hoped that it worked out better this time than it had the last time.
The door swung open a few minutes later, and the border collie walked in. He finally remembered the dog’s name - Deegan - and looked up from the wall as the snappily-dressed college student poked his head around the lockers.
“Uh, excuse me, Mr. Witlock? Hi, I’m Deegan Solomon from the local college, and I was hoping that we could have a quick interview?”
“Interview, huh?”
“Well, yeah. You - I mean, you were the obvious favorite to win. I guess you just - were you feeling under-challenged in the match? Was that why you let yourself get punched? Or were you just making the other guy feel better about his inevitable loss, or - well, I guess I just thought - god, it’s hard to -”
If it wasn’t clear before, it was fucking clear now. The collie was starstruck, completely lost in a fantasy without a clear way out. Grove rolled his eyes, then reached for the edge of his towel.
“Kid?”
“I mean - sorry, sorry, I wasn’t being clear and - what are you doing?”
“I got a question for you.”
He pulled the towel loose, letting it drop around his ankles. The whole thing was out of his sheath, flopped down, showing off the whole thing in all its glory.
Instantly, Deegan’s face went from soft-furred to bright pink beneath all those white and blue strands. He looked up and away, only for his eyes to flick back down, staring at the stallion’s shaft.
“Look as big as you hoped?” Grove asked.
“I - I don’t know what you mean?”
“You get a bit of wood of your own while staring at me in the ring?”
“Oh god, what…I…”
The kid looked over his shoulder, glancing back at the locker door. Nobody else had come in. Nobody else was going to come in. They were all gone for the day.
Grove pushed himself away from the wall, walking out of the shower square. His cock swung from side to side, his balls slapping from thigh to thigh. The wet impact of flesh on flesh was loud and clear in the locker room, and with every step, he gave the border collie the chance to run off.
He didn’t. Good.
Deegan blushed, looking up at him and sputtering from word to word. Here and there, something came through clearly enough to understand. An apology, a whimper, a bit of confusion of what the fuck was happening -
The stallion grabbed him by the back of his head, tilting his chin up and making eye-contact. Deegan blushed worse.
“Say it into the mic.”
“The…the…”
He tilted the collie’s head back down, pointing him toward his rising cock. The flared tip was already starting to get wider, more obvious.
“The mic.”
“...”
“Down.”
He pushed the border collie to his knees, bit by bit edging him to the only way that they were going to be able to move forward from this. Deegan muttered some more under his breath, still clearly trying to talk himself into or out of this, but the time to stop was already past. There was no way that the dog was going to get over his horse-cock infatuation without doing something with one. If he didn’t do something now, he’d be a problem for another horse, and then another, until he finally confronted what he needed to do: try a horse cock.
If it works out, great. If not, at least I got a blowjob out of this whole thing.
With one last nudge, the border collie grabbed hold of his dick and huffed. Grove looked down at him, head cocked to the side.
“Never…never thought that I’d be doing this for real. I mean…never been with a guy before.”
“Everybody else’ll be easier after this.”
“Not sure I want anything but this.”
“Figure out if you can take it first.”
Deegan nodded, looking back at the tip. Grove gave him a few seconds, ready to push him down if he didn’t take it, but the collie surprised him. He opened his mouth, swallowed the flare, and then kept going down…down…down.
There was a small hiccup at the medial ring, but only for a second before the dog kept going. Deegan reached the base, a significant feat considering that the length was in the double-digits at that point, and managed to hold himself there for a count of three. Even then, spasming as his throat was, the collie pulled back slowly rather than yanking himself off of the shaft.
He still panted, of course, but for a first-timer, pretty fucking good.
“Alright. You can take it. You still want it?”
“Fuck…fuck yeah…”
“Then take it, kid. But make it last; I ain’t sticking around for long after you’re done.”
“Fine…fine with me.”
The End
Summary: A horse boxer ends up getting a bit pissy with someone being a bit stalker-y, and shows how it feels to be wanted more for your cock than anything else.