Waking Drizzle
by tannim
06/06/2022

	The stable was boring very early in the morning and Angel couldn't sleep with the noisy wind blowing outside.  Her two sort of dads that she had sort of adopted were asleep in their stall nearby.  Fizzle was on his belly with legs tucked under him.  Drizzle was on his side as usual.  His body caught the foal's attention when his leg shifted.

	Stallions were interesting things to a filly.  She'd seen them up close, sniffed them, and even had sex with them even before she'd met her two dads at a fair one day.  Her dads were brothers, one stallion, one gelding, and they weren't even slightly interested in doing anything adult with her, which made her even more interested in them.  Both Fizzle and Drizzle preferred stallions and colts to mares and fillies.

	Their lack of sexual interest in her had her in the middle of an interesting prank war between the two.  Fizzle had set up Drizzle to pleasure a month or so ago.  Drizzle had then set up Fizzle to pleasure her.  Or was in the other way around? The order really didn't matter.  They kept trying to use her to tease the other by making them think she was a colt.  It was fun for her.

	Their teasing each other had her thinking of her own entertainment.  Drizzle's leg shift drew her attention to his groin with his scrotum mostly visible.  Angel moved quietly over and pressed her soft snout to the fleshy grey black sack and sniffed them.  She liked the sweaty grassy male musk filling her nostrils and the soft rubbery texture against her lips and nose.

	Drizzle just slept on, having no idea she was even there.  Angel nudged them with her snout a few times, enjoying watching the testicles inside shift around when she moved them.  She gently pinched his scrotum with her lips and tugged on it.  The soft skin didn't stretch too far, but it stretched enough for her to keep at it.  Each tug had her trying a different angle to see if it would stretch further.

	Her dad's body woke up to her attention, even though Drizzle himself stayed asleep.  A shifting near her muzzle made he pull back just in time to see his penis drop.  She liked how a stallion could suddenly go from a couple inches long while sheathed to several inches long in just a second or two.  It was still soft and little despite being longer, but touching it with her front right hoof and flopping it around a few times made it grow again into a much more impressive toy.  He took longer than a few seconds to grow bigger the second time, but it was a much larger growth.

	At first his erection was as long as her muzzle, then it was longer than her head and as wide as her ankle above the hoof.  She watched it, but decided not to play with it yet.  Past experience taught her that a stallion could finish sex very quickly if she worked that part of him.  Pasts experience also told her that she could play with his balls as much as she liked with little risk of him orgasming.  She liked the idea of being in control of when a big stud got to orgasm.  It made her in charge.

	Angel pressed her muzzle back to Drizzle's scrotum and ran her tongue along it between the ovals inside.  She perked her ears up at a huff from her dad, but he didn't wake up.  After waiting motionless with her tongue pressed against him for a few more seconds, she went back to playing with long licks up and down the center cleavage of his sack.  Her tongue traced the shape of the left testicle inside, then the right.  They each shifted under the pressure of her licking and each were lightly squeezed and tugged by her lips after each lick.  

	His masculine scent grew stronger the longer she was down there and his sweat made his balls very much like a salt lick.  Angel cleaned them very well after a minute or so before switching over to sucking the soft flesh into her mouth instead of just licking over it.  Her front teeth got in the way before she figured out how to angle her head, but she soon managed to get Drizzle's whole scrotum into her mouth and close her lips around it to just suck on him.

	She looked to the side to see his erection hanging and flexing down to the floor.  A fun naughty thought made her lift her right forehoof again to rub along its underside.  The smooth clean top front of her hoof slide easily along his cock from medial ring to glans and back again.  It was difficult for her to rub without putting too much pressure on him that might risk waking him up, but she managed.

	Over and over she rubbed his dick and tugged on his balls.  Her nostrils flared with deep sniffs at his groin.  Her leg moved constantly to keep her hoof toying with his dick.  Her ears were perked, ready to stop at a moment's notice if she heard him waking up.  She didn't want him to wake up until he was on the verge of orgasm and she was in no hurry to push him that far yet.

	Drizzle's body posture had changed during her play.  He was less relaxed looking.  His breathing was much less regular, rapid, and shallow.  The pulsing in his cock against her hoof let her feel his heart racing.

	His dreams were different too.  What had been a dream about a basket of apples rolling along a field dropping one after another for him changed to a handsome little colt running from him.  The apples he had been after hung between the foal's hind legs just waiting to be plucked.  Then the foal was behind him, trying to pluck Drizzle's.

	Drizzle lay down on the stall floor and watched the colt licking at his balls.  He was a pretty draft colt, young but still large enough to mount safely.  The foal turned his rump to Drizzle, squatted, and lifted his tail up high.  His lips never stopped tugging on Drizzle's sack.

	Drizzle had a good view between the little horse's legs at his penis dropping in anticipation.  The colt wanted to be mounted.  He was sure of it.  It felt like Drizzle was already fucking him despite clearly still lying on the floor.

	Pleasure was building as though he were fucking SOMETHING, but the colt was still busily sucking on his balls, licking his scrotum, and swaying his hips back and forth to flaunt his willing butt.  Drizzle couldn't move to get it.  He could thrust his hips, but nothing else moved despite him clearly feeling his dick being worked.  If only his legs would work while he tried to stand.  That hot little butt NEEDED to be under him.

	The colt looked up and turned around to press his small muzzle to Drizzles in a kiss.  He was under Drizzle a moment later, with Drizzle rutting vigorously in, only it didn't feel like he was inside the colt's gripping rump.  It was just a hard thing touching the underside of his erection.  The mouth was there on his nuts again, playfully sucking one testicle in and pulling back to make it pop noisily out.

	The older stallion looked around, confused. 	"What are you doing?"

	Drizzle couldn't hear himself speak as he spoke and the colt just looked up at him confused from where he was eating apples from a basket nearby.  The foal wasn't under him anymore, though his lovely butt and pretty young body was clearly on display.   An apple went into the colt's mouth just as his balls jiggled.  The colt lifted a hoof to caress his dick despite being a meter or more away from him and Drizzle felt it very clearly.

	Confusion, rapidly growing pleasure, and the sudden realization that he was dreaming woke him up.  The sensations of touch and pleasure were still strong when his eyes opened and his head lifted.  There really WAS a foal.  His handsome colt was real and slathering its tongue all over his balls and the very base of his cock.

	Drizzle awkwardly pushed himself up, still half asleep but thinking very clearly about what he wanted. "I think... you missed a spot, handsome.  Lemme lift that tail and get it for you."

	The foal turned and lifted its tail. "You think I'm Handsome, Dad? That's nice!"

	It took a second for what he was seeing and the voice he heard to filter through to Drizzle's sleep fogged mind.  There was an extra bit of soft looking flesh right under the tight looking anus and a lack of balls visible down below.  That voice was very familiar...

	Reality sank in just as Drizzle reared to mount. "ANGEL?!" He stumbled backward on his hind legs, butt ramming hard against the wall of the barn behind him.  His adopted daughter backed eagerly toward him, her tail still out of the way for easy access. "What are you DOING!?"

	Angel turned away just as his half flared cocktip brushed her vulva and she trotted around to face him. "Hehe, waking you up!" She leaned forward to eye his dripping, pulsing, erection, then backed away to look up at him. "Oh, it looked like were having a good dream.  Don't worry, I won't tell Fizzle about it if you..."

	Drizzle stamped heavily when he dropped back to all fours and yelled angrily. "GET OUT! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE, YOUNG FILLY!"

	Angel squealed at the sight of his cock swinging down to almost bump the floor then slapping back up against his belly.  The force of that slap made Drizzle squat low and shiver.  He was still very close to orgasm even with as angry as he was.  It annoyed him greatly that his dream about a lovely colt had been a lie.  He didn't find Angel attractive and being violated by her while sleeping was too much, no matter how good it may have felt.

	The filly looked up from his belly to find his ears laid back along his head, his teeth bared, and his nostrils flaring with deep angry breaths.  She darted forward and kissed his cheek, then reared to spin about and run out of their shared stall.  It had been a lot of fun for her, but she knew when it was time for the game to end with a quick get away.

	Drizzle tried to run after her, but just four steps were enough to tell him to stop.  His erection swung wildly under him and slapped against the doorframe, bending and make him him thrust violently at the same time.  Semen erupted from him as he came from that extra stimulation.  He dropped his head down to the ground, wasting all that pleasure on the anger and the doorframe.

	When the orgasm faded, Drizzle sighed and stumbled back to where he'd been sleeping. "All I wanted was one good thrust into that tight tiny butt..."

	His brother, Fizzle woke him later that morning, looking annoyed. "So, you didn't want to fuck me last night because you were saving yourself for Mr. Doorframe? I hope you two had fun!" The gelding nodded toward the messy wood. "You could have at least cleaned it up instead of leaving it there to make me jealous! I'm taking Angel into town.  You just take care of that mess you made before we get back."

	Drizzle just stared, mouth open, then flopped over on his side and buried his head under the straw.
