Release by Sabrewing - Explicit male/male situations depicted herein. Stronghorn is © me and has been changed a little from his MUCK persona (not in appearance, but in background and personality), and Pylon is © himself and is used (figuratively speaking ;] ) and described via his permission and insight. Reader discretion advised.

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The six-foot-five wolf got up and grabbed an old oil-stained rag, wiping his paws dry with it. His Jeep had been squeaking up a storm for the past few weeks with some worn-out shocks, and he had just now gotten around to fixing it. Thankfully, his garage was more than adequately stocked for such a service ... after all, he was used to working on far bigger, far more complex machinery in his job as a mechanic, leaving his fixed Jeep a mere segment in a trickling-down of skill and preparation Rakkara, a.k.a "Pylon" called work.

He stepped back and admired his handiwork. Besides realigning the shocks, he'd gone and washed the fine piece of vehicular prowess down the old-fashioned way -- none of that drive-it-to-the-gas-station-and-pay-seven-dollars nonsense -- and his firm brown chest and arms ached dully with the satisfaction of a job well-done. He took a deep breath of air in through his nostrils, filling his lungs, and felt it wash out the rest of whatever weariness lurked in his body as he breathed out through his mouth. Dropping the rag in a nearby bucket, he decided now was a good time to call it a day; both the sun on the horizon and his watch told him it was rather late in the day, ripe for dinner and sleep, and who was he to disagree with the addicts of nature? Hitting the glowing button to close the garage door, he stepped back into his house and shuffled towards his kitchen/dining room, sighing in satisfaction. He gave a quick run-over of the refrigerator, his sharp eyes probing the odds and ends inside to find what looked like a good meal, until he settled on a simple microwavable spicy-breaded-chicken dinner. His claws tore a little through the cheap chipboard keeping the meal out of sight, then through the plastic covering as he poked the venting holes into it. Grunting he set the plate of food in the microwave and set it on 100% for eight minutes as the label suggested, stepping away to get a crick out of his back as he set his paws on his hips and leaned backwards, lurching back forwards with a sigh when the vertebrae gave their signaling *crack* sound.

He walked around a little as he waited the rest of the eight minutes, which wasn't enough time to get anything done but was also too much time to wait by the microwave with undaunted attention. His bored musing was disturbed, however, by the sound of an engine outside, and with ears perked in curiousity he walked over to the window in the front of his house, looking outside into the darkness of the street.

A rather large car -- it was too ill-lit to tell what make it was -- drove up the street, the conical beams of its headlights shining down the asphalt. Pylon pressed his muzzle to the glass of the window, trying to discern who it might be. It didn't look like anyone familiar, as everyone in his area had the same kind of big-boss vehicle he did, and this one looked almost like a large economy car from the slopes and bends of its housing. He watched the car slow down by his own driveway, moving at a crawl past his house but not stopping, and the driver's seat occupant looked left and right frantically, as if searching for something.

"Ahh, hah hah," Pylon chuckled to himself with a smile, "It seems the house on the corner has a new owner. I guess I should go out and help them find it. After all, I might have to get to know this one better, to at least tell them they need a new car."

The wolf sidestepped over to his door and opened it, stepping out into the cool night air. The microwave beeped on his chicken dinner, but his mind was less interested in food than in this stranger outside his house.

He strolled down his walkway and approached the large car, which gleamed a very faint red in the glow of a streetlamp further down the road. Waving a paw in greeting to the driver he gruffed, "Hello there! I take it you're looking for the house with the Muxwell Realty sign on it? It's further down on the right, you can't miss it!"

The window rolled down with a dull *whirrrr*, letting Pylon see past the reflective glass into the shadowed interior, and as the driver stuck his head out, the wolf gasped in a bit of a shock.

He knew now why the car was large, because the faint gray muzzle of the rhinoceros looking at him now was equally so; his obscured body filled most of the window. His eyes twinkled a little in the light outside, and a large arm comes up to rest on the windowsill of the car, the crimson armlet making the knots and folds of his biceps and other muscles strain a little more. Pylon's muzzle gapes open as he stares at the stranger, seeing someone of the rhino's size being a rare event, and already starting to fathom what he must be like down below. Both beings' breath flitted up through the air in visible clouds of vapor as they looked at one another, not moving or saying anything. The rhino's big diamond-shaped ears flick briefly as he seems to examine the wolf, until he finally turns his head to the side and lifts a broad hand up to his ear, indicating he missed what was said.

The wolf regained his composure at the simple gesture, touching a paw to his chest as he repeated, "Umm, I take it you live in that house down there now? It's on the right, you can't miss it."

The rhino pulled back and gave a small smile, nodding excitedly as he reached out and shook Pylon's bewildered paw, sitting back into his car seat and rolling up the window as he putt-putt'ed down the street, his headlights illuminating the Muxwell Realty sign before he turned into the driveway of a nice tannish-yellow house, the car going dim and quiet as the rhino parked and stepped out. Pylon gasped again as he watched, the silent driver being very tall; that was apparent even from where he was standing, as the rhino reached just under the top of the garage door. Then he walked around the side of the garage and out of sight, only the sounds of a door clicking open and closed again signifying his entrance.

The wolf stood there, still astonished from the whole spectacle. Then with slow steps, he made his way back to his front door, walking into the house and shuffling towards his bedroom, his dinner completely forgotten. He climbed onto the mattress of his bed and rolled onto his back, laying his paws on his stomach and rolling his fingers absently as he thought about this new neighbor he'd made a short-lived acquaintance with. He thought up all sorts of rhetorical questions about him: who he was, where he was from, why'd he move here ... and most of all, would he ever see him again face-to-face, preferably alone. With this whirlwind of thoughts raging through his brain, he drifted off to sleep.

Morning came early, and Pylon annoyedly hit the snooze button on his alarm as it rang. He'd forgotten to turn the damn thing off for the weekend. Scowling he prepared to go back to his nice sleep (and equally nice dream) when he remembered the rhino from the night before. He knew if there was any time to make a neighborly welcome, it was now. And who knows, by being among the first, maybe that would give him an edge in possible future liaisons with the large stranger. He nodded his commitment and rose from the bed, hurrying into his shower and washing himself down with a generous helping of soap to eliminate the grease-and-oil smell he had about his person from the mechanic work yesterday. He hurried into the kitchen and, in a hurry to find something quick and mindless to eat, just gulped a couple pints of orange juice straight from the plastic jug. His keen nose picked up something a tad stale, though, and he flung open the microwave to find the neglected TV dinner. Snarling in frustration he snagged the chicken in his jaws and threw the rest away, washing down the meat with another gulp of O.J. Having done all of this nude, he headed back to his bedroom, opening the closet to snag a pair of his trusty overalls, putting them on hastily and setting the buttons while he fiddled with the front doorknob, stepping outside into the sunny Saturday morning. Eyeing the Jeep with a smile, he figured he may as well drive it over to show off his good taste to the new neighbor, so he climbed into the driver's seat and stuck his key in, revving the engine to life and backing out to drive the short distance to the yellow house.

The bright 'SOLD' sticker already defaced the realty sign as he pulled up, swaying slightly in a breeze. They don't waste any time, Pylon thought as he parked the Jeep along the curb and got out, walking around to the sidewalk. Tugging on his overalls to straighten his appearance out, he confidently strolled up the path of concrete blocks to the brown door of the house, stopping just short of it and pushing the small white circular button to its right. A pleasant *ding-dong* rang through the air, and the wolf looked about as he waited at the door. Eyeing a small fern by the house, his ears picked up the clicking of the door opening, and he turned his muzzle just to see another door.

The rhino answering the doorbell would have made a fine barricade in and of himself, as he filled the portal nearly all the way. His ears touched to the top of the doorframe as his shoulder-width came a few inches shy of making him walk through sideways. His chest wasn't even covered, making the wolf stare again over the smooth mounds of muscle filling the mighty pectorals, his uniform light-grey hide broken only by the darker-grey nipples tipping each male breast. Already feeling fairly aroused from such a sight, Pylon only offered himself the briefest of glances downwards, but the rhino was wearing some fairly loose jogging shorts, not making very much creative imagery at all.

Sighing he looked back up at the rhino, "Hello, I'm the wolf who got you here last night, and I just thought I'd stop by and say hi. Give you the official welcome, so to speak."

The rhino smiled back and nodded, extending his right hand out, and Pylon took it in his own, shaking it in a friendly manner and mentally noting the firm grip being used. I bet he'd need a hard grip, he mused to himself, just to hold onto how big I expect his cock to be.

He stepped politely back and scratched the back of his head with his claws to get rid of an itch starting. "So, what brings you around these parts? Anything interesting?"

The rhino shook his head and reached a hand into one of his pockets, quickly pulling out a small memo-pad, complete with a pen on a string. The wolf looked at this quizzically, wondering what was going on as the neighbor wrote something hastily down on it, and then turned the pad to Pylon to display it. In bold, clear letters, it read, Just moving from my old home, after being there for so long.

Pylon looked up from the pad to the rhino, who simply smiled back as he drew a line under the words he'd written, marking it in some manner the wolf couldn't understand. He asked him, "Anything wrong? Sore throat or something like that?"

The rhino shook his head and resumed writing. No, I've been unable to speak since my birth. Genetic defect, one that can't be fixed, I'm afraid. Another line went under this message; it was logicial to assume this was how the rhino separated his thoughts.

Pylon read the message and nodded in understanding. "Well, have you ever thought about those electronic voice-boxes? Or those vibrators you hold up to your throat to say things?"

The rhino shook his head. I don't like those things personally. I prefer to stay the way I am, as part of my assigned role in life. Care to come in? Not polite to talk in doorways.

Pylon nodded with a smile, amazed at how fast the rhino's hand moved the pen over the pad as the rhino smiled back with a wiggle of his ears and stepped to the side, ushering the wolf into his home as he closed the door quietly behind them.

The living room was rather sparsely decorated, but Pylon figured it had more to do with the rhino's size then anything else; it was probably best to keep everything as open as possible. However, what WAS around had a decidedly earthen motif to it, with tan carpeting in each of the rooms Pylon could see and a various assortment of green wallpapers to match them, giving almost a jungle appearance to the house. Looking around, he nodded to the rhino, "It's very nice. But I'm forgetting my manners, aren't I?" He chuckled as he crooked his thumb and pointed coolly to himself, "My name's Rakkara, but my friends call me 'Pylon'. What's your label?"

The rhino smiled and wrote, Well, I don't know about labels, but my name's Stronghorn. *Pilan*, you say? Kind of an odd name.

The wolf shook his head with another chuckle as he strolled over, crossing out 'Pilan' and writing down the proper spelling for it. "You know, like those orange road cones. Pylon. It's a nickname I got a while ago."

The rhino smiled and chuckled, Must be an interesting story how someone neither orange nor conical gets called one.

Pylon nodded and set his thumbs just under the straps of his overalls, smiling with a real sense of pride. "Oh, not really, though I can tell you it's not ALL of me they were referring to when they called me that, just the best parts." He laughed as his eyes looked down between his own legs, indictating the true reasoning for the nickname.

Stronghorn looked confused for a second, and he tilted his head and looked at Pylon, who straightened up a little and cleared his throat before the eyes of the rhino. "You're right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk like that when you just ..." He halted himself as he watched as the rhino start scribbling again. How does the name 'Pylon' fit in with any part of you? I don't see anything that resembles one.

The wolf stared again, this time in stunned silence. Could this new neighbor really be THAT dense? He'd made it so obvious, but he decided to play along. "Well ... you know!" he insisted, gesturing both paws to the crotch of his overalls.

The rhino looked down between Pylon's legs, still not understanding, until his whole face lit up with excited grunts and squawks coming out of his mouth as he unabashedly thrust his hand into his shorts, making the wolf gasp as it came back out, fingers curled tightly around his endowments as he pulled them over the waistband of his shorts. And endowed he was, there was no way to deny it, the same gray-white coloring extending over the long tube of flesh drooping from the rhino's grip. Pylon mentally fought to look away from the sudden-exposing, but his eyes wouldn't let him, drinking in the length of rhinohood that extended down to Stronghorn's knees, the crown of its head sporting a very-visible ridge around its girth as its underside remained out of sight, and he thought he could make out the sac of Stronghorn's scrotum right behind the impressive mass, making the wolf sigh a little lustfully, such a prize only inches away from him ...

He was disturbed from his thoughts by the sound of the pen scratching over the rhino's pad, and he looked up reluctantly to see the newest message, marked off by a new line. You mean this thing? You got your name for it?

Pylon slapped a paw to his forehead in utter disbelief. That was the final straw on the back of the metaphorical donkey Stronghorn had brought in for himself. "Thing?? You call that a thing?? Crap, it's huge! It--" He grunted under his breath as he felt his own shaft stirring in arousal in his overalls, adjusting himself before answering finishing his answer. "I think that's one of the longest cocks I've seen! How can you just call it a thing?!" He panted in agitation, waiting for just how the rhino was going to answer this little inquiry.

Stronghorn merely hummed and looked down at his member, dropping it over the waistband of his lowered shorts as he wrote. Cawk? Is that what these are called? I missed out on more than I thought growing up. Learn something new every day. He chuckled as he showed the pad to Pylon, his smile as innocent as day, no hint of joking or deceit in his face.

Pylon shook his head. This was like a bad dream. "Just how sheltered of a life have you led, Stronghorn? Did your folks ever even let you outside the house?"

Not really. We grew up in a group society which said certain things shouldn't be discussed or done, and whoever didn't obey the set rules was severely punished. Anything about our lower bodies or other things was considered taboo until we got older, and the kids who talked or thought about them were taken away from their parents, so we could only guess about things.

"Really? Wow ... that kind of thing should be outlawed in this world." Pylon gave Stronghorn a small pat on the arm, and the rhino smiled a little. "Just how old are you, anyway, that you couldn't be told this kind of stuff?"

20.

"What?? Now that's just fucked-up, I'm sorry ..." The wolf walked over to a large chair, sitting down on it and resting his elbows on his knees to prop up his spinning head. Stronghorn followed him over with another questioning look. What kind of cup is it? I missed what you said. Pylon snarled a little, "No, I said 'fucked-up'. It means it's crazy, psycho, shouldn't be happening. Oh, man, this is a story for 60 Minutes ..."

Stronghorn suddenly smiled more and walked to another chair, his shaft swaying with his steps, and sat across from Pylon, Well, I don't know if I could make a story up that was THAT long, but it'd be funny to try.

Pylon read over the notepad, barely able to accept the distorted brand of logic he had just walked into not but twenty minutes ago or so. He got up and put his paws on Stronghorn's shoulders, looking right into his eyes. "It looks like you need some serious mental deprogramming to escape this bad upbringing you've had. And fortunately for you ..." The wolf looked down over the rhino's cock again, murring with the length of it, "... I'll be able to have more than enough patience to do it myself, given you put your trust and faith in my methods. Would you be agreeable to it?"

The rhino nodded with a smile, patting the wolf's shoulders back before writing, I don't know what you mean by *deep row gaming*, but you've been so friendly, I'd be happy to spend time with you and make friends.

Pylon shook his head in dismay, giving the rhino before him a sad smile. "We have a lot of work to do, my man ..." He again looked down at the flaccid rhinocock, going so far as to lift it up into his paw, murring again with the weight. "... A LO-O-OT of work."

*****

The two furs decided, since Stronghorn was currently unemployed (his car was a going-away present, it turned out), that the rhino would spend his evenings over with Pylon, who resolved deep in the pit of his stomach that he would endure the nearly-unbearable childishness Stronghorn constantly exhibited as a result of his limited culture, and the first such session was to be that very day. So, as Pylon drove his Jeep back into his driveway, Stronghorn followed on foot, walking casually down the sidewalk in his jogging shorts as the sunny day gave the wolf a better ability to look over him. The rhino's body reeked of power, his muscles toned and developed and flexing with each step he took. Of course, Pylon wasn't a flabby mess by any means, and his own physical stature helped him appreciate the time and effort that must have gone into Stronghorn. As the large rhino walked up, the wolf greeted him with open arms, ready to hug.

However, Stronghorn merely looked at him. Anything wrong, Pylon?

Pylon sighed and stepped closer to the rhino. "Your naiveté scares me already, and I've only just met you. Did your family not even hug you or anything?"

Oh, is that what you're doing? Hugs were usually between males and females ...

The wolf smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thankfully, with me around, you won't have to worry about gender roles anymore. Listen, hugs, or kisses, or ANY kind of affection can be done between anyone who feels good about someone else, no matter who they are. And as long as I can break you out of your loop, I know I feel good about you." The wolf opened his arms up again expectantly.

The rhino put his pad back into the pocket of his shorts, reaching his arms out with a little uncertainty, keeping his elbows close to his chest. Pylon rolled his arms encouragingly, keeping them out, and finally the rhino had his arms open as well, and with that the wolf stepped forward, reaching his shaggy limbs around Stronghorn in a warm hug. Timidly the rhino returned the embrace, sighing a little as he completed the arm-closing, his hands delicately on Pylon's shoulders.

Pylon smiled up at his new cuddle-partner. "See? Isn't this nice?" Stronghorn nodded back with a small smile, stroking his fingers in little circles over the wolf's pelt before letting him go, reaching for his memo-pad again. You're very warm, and soft. Feels nice.

The wolf nodded, giving Stronghorn a wry grin. "You haven't seen or felt the half of it yet. Let's go inside, we should at least have a good lunch before we get started."

Lunch? Sounds great to me. I've been having a real craving lately for a big salami sandwich, like my mom used to make, lots of meat in the middle with a few leaves of lettuce. And then I'd wash it down with a glass of milk. Most people think that's kind of gross, but I liked it.

Pylon stared at the pad, struggling hard not to read between lines that weren't even there, then grabbed the rhino's hand. "C'mon, before I start thinking you know more than you let on and I can't control myself." With a startled grunt, the rhino was dragged into the lupine's house, the door quickly shutting behind them.

Pylon led Stronghorn back to his kitchen/dining room, patting the table. "Have a seat, I was just going to order a couple pizzas." Stronghorn nodded and carefully set himself on a chair, pulling it in politely as it seemed to strain a great deal under his weight. Meanwhile, the wolf picked up a telephone receiver from the cradle hanging on the wall and punched in some numbers, listening for the pizza place to pick up ... "Hey, Big Nero's? I'd like to order two large thick-crust pizzas with extra sausage and pepperoni," he said, the rhino watching him with a little fascination as the wolf gave the salesclerk his address info and hung up. "Anything the matter, Stronghorn?"

No, nothing wrong, it's just very few people could afford phones where I lived. The car I drive was bought by pooling almost everyone's money together as it was.

Pylon sat down on a seat next to the rhino. "I can't get over this whacked-out culture you came from. Was it really that close by and like you say?"

The rhino shook his head and dug into another pocket, pulling out a small billfold. Opening it up, he pulled out a small green card.

"Ah, immigrant. I get it. Well, at least you're legal, that makes everything easier then border-hopping day to day," Pylon offered, and the rhino nodded back in agreement. The wolf stretched out a little, yawning, and as he brought his paws back down, one of them dropped onto the leg of Stronghorn's shorts, and he looked down at it with a smile.

"Tell you what, since it's just us for the rest of the day ... wanna just spend it nude? I prefer it, and I think you might come to like it, too, in this neighborhood."

The rhino tilted his head, scratching a fingernail over his cheek. You sure you won't mind? No one's ever asked me to do anything like that before.

Pylon shook his head, "Why should I? I'm the one that brought it up. If you want, I can undress first, so you know I'm okay with it."

The rhino nodded his consent to that, and the wolf stood up and undid the buttons of his overalls, letting the straps fall as he pulled down the denim garment, unfurling his chest to the open air. Stepping up with each leg, he pulled them down and off and stepped back down, finally holding the folded overalls in a paw as he stood before Stronghorn in the buck, the hefty lupine cock curved downwards in his crotch in its unaroused state as his heavy balls hung behind them. The rhino's eyes instantly averted to the shaft, almost in awe of it, and Pylon caught the stolen gaze and smiled.

"Now you see why I'm called 'Pylon'? Well, it's not quite as obvious right now, though you'll see better soon enough when we get that far."

Stronghorn leaned down to look at it better, seemingly curious about the wolf's spire of flesh, studying it from every-which angle he could manage from his seat. His muzzle came back up, his eyes filled with wonder. Wow, you look so similar to ourselves. Your face and body are different, so why should we be the same when it comes to our cocks?

The wolf shrugged as he sat back down. "Just how some mammals are built, I guess. If you ever get a chance alone with others, you'll see that most furs can really vary when it comes to their prized possessions; you'll probably notice that we're the odd ones out, though I'm hardly complaining. Speaking of which, you've seen mine. Go ahead and bring yours out."

The rhino nodded and stood up, coughing a little self-consciously as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband, sliding the shorts down until they fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, picking them up and putting them on the table. Pylon murrred, once again treated to the sight of Stronghorn's shaft, rolling between his thighs limply, making Pylon cross his legs a little to hide his firming wolfdick. "Now that's what I'm talking about, Strong ... turn around for me, let me get a good look at you."

The rhino looked to his sides for a moment, but did as he was asked, turning around in place as the wolf's eyes roamed over his slopes and curves. Firm taut muscle over his whole being, though not so bad as to look fake ... in short, just perfect. As Stronghorn faced fully away from Pylon, the wolf smiled even more as he looked over the gray rump before him, the utter lack of a tail on Stronghorn's part leaving the firm cups of his buttocks unblemished and available to the eye. The wolf growled low in his throat in approval, standing up and walking up to the rhino.

"Oh yeah, you'll fit in around here quite nicely. Though I have to admit, some people will need to do some stretching so that you can fit better." He rubbed a paw over the top of Stronghorn's rump, "At any rate, my plans on what to teach you first just got solidified, my large friend." The rhino merely looked back at him questioningly, wondering what Pylon was going on about.

*DING-DONG*

Pylon chuckled and stepped away from the table, taking his overalls and starting to put them back on. "Saved by the bell there. Oh well, the night is young and I'm starving ... and who knows, you might get your salami and milk after all." He smiled coyly at Stronghorn as he walked to the door to get the pizza, and Stronghorn smiled widely back, walking after him as his ears wriggled happily.

Really? You think you can make it like my mom did? Oh wow, I hope so, she had the best mix of meat and vegetables in the world, and the way she cut the bread was to DIE for. And there's this other dish she would make with chocolate and bananas, and the chocolate would be in a ...

*****

Stronghorn happily nibbled on the last slice of the pepperoni-and-sausage pizza, licking some stray sauce off of his lips, his eyes watching Pylon's TV with excitement as the wolf demonstrated his newest game system to his eager audience.

Wow! Look at that, it's like you're really driving the car!

Pylon grinned and nodded a little, pushing his analog stick to the left to power-slide through a corner. "Yeah, I guess if you're new to video games, it does look pretty impressive." He chuckled to himself, remembering sometime in the past, when he and a dear friend had spent the night playing a game not unlike this one, what it had led to, and he sighed as the rest of the memory played itself out in his head.

Stronghorn swallowed down the rest of the pizza slice whole, the big lump rolling down his throat. That was really yummy, wish I'd had one as a kid. He flopped down on the floor next to Pylon, looking over the big plastic case that housed the bundle of microchips and CPU for the game system. And to think, that car on the TV comes out of that little box.

Pylon nodded again, finishing the race course in a commendable second place, but he snarled. "Dammit, the computer cheats, I just know it. Should've gotten first." He grunted as he pushed the power button, the TV dissolving into noisy electric snow before he turned that off as well. "But anyway, that's what our entertainment is like." The rhino nodded and smiled, Hope you let me try it sometime, it looks great.

Pylon nodded, scooting his naked furry body closer to Stronghorn, who made no move to get away. "Yeah, it is, but if you like, I can show you something that's even better. It'd be part of my teaching you, but if you do everything like I tell you to, it's going to be a LOT of fun."

Stronghorn wiggled his ears and nodded, Sure, what'd you have in mind?

The wolf merely chuckled as one of his paws took hold of the rhino's cock, caressing it softly. "You say you don't know what these are for, right?" Stronghorn nodded in reply, watching the paw shift a little over his titanic shaft as Pylon holds it comfortably. "Well, tonight, I'm going to both tell you and show you its purpose, what you can do with it, what OTHERS can do with it ... And believe you me, I'm not letting you leave until I've done that."

Stronghorn nodded in understanding, and the wolf looked down at the light-gray mass, holding off his desire to suck the thing like a bloodthirsty savage, and he started to slowly stroke the upper foot of it.

"Does this feel good to you?" he asked simply. Stronghorn watched the golden-brown fingers on his meat, his eyes narrowing a little as he reached over for his memo-pad. Feels ... odd, but good.

Pylon smiled in approval. "Then you now know what the male penis is for: to pleasure its owner. People will argue that they are for procreation and nothing but, but let me tell you, my well-endowed friend, there is little else in the world that will ever come close in sensation to matching a pleasured cock." He let the rhino's member go and stood up, positioning himself right in front of Stronghorn as his black shaft dangled from his crotch, almost touching to the rhino's nose. "I want you to look over every inch of my shaft, Stronghorn, study it, feel it. Think about what your body could do with it that I might possibly enjoy."

Stronghorn nodded and focused his attention on the hanging flesh, his muzzle breathing warmly over it as it tilted and turned around Pylon's mighty shaft, the wolf steeling himself to let the rhino get the most out of his lesson. Stronghorn dipped his head down and looked up under it from between the wolf's legs, seeing the thick vein running up the underside to the broad head, then returned to the front. Tenatively he touched a finger to it, watching the wolfhood twitch a little from the alien touch and pulling his hand away, before it calmed down and he stroked the same finger over the ridge marking the crown of Pylon's cock. The wolf sighed to himself as that one finger was joined by more, Stronghorn adjusting his hand down under it to feel the sensitive underside of the warm organ. The rhino's nostrils started flaring, and Pylon caught the movement with a small smile.

"What do you think that scent is?"

The rhino looked up at the wolf, writing to him, It smells kind of like you, but ... I can't describe it. It's stronger, and there's something else ...

Pylon nodded down, setting his paws on Stronghorn's shoulders. "Whenever someone or something arouses us, we all create a musk to show it, another scent to show our want. Knowing that, what do you think I'm thinking right now?"

Stronghorn looked down towards Pylon's legs in thought, his eyes shifting to the left and right as he searched for an answer ... with another look upwards, he pointedly questioningly to himself.

Pylon smiled and knelt back down, looking the rhino in the eyes. "That's right, stud. You arouse me. You arouse me very much. And I can think of any number of things I'd like to do with you with this," he murred, taking Stronghorn's hand in his own and placing it back on his cock, keeping the larger fingers wrapped around the smooth length, which was already starting to firm up. Stronghorn watched the shaft undergo its transformation, transfixed, his eyes wide, and as he then started to move his hand over it, Pylon smiled wider to the rhino. "Of course, that doesn't mean yours will go unnoticed, either ..." Giving his partner a wink, the wolf put his free paw back on the long gray shaft that he'd rested on Stronghorn's thigh, caressing it as gently as the rhino did his own, a low murring echoing through his throat. Stronghorn's breathing became deeper and heavier, each breath accented by his fingers squeezing on Pylon. With a gasp, he looked down to see his own cock inflate in the grasp of the furry paw, the pawpads like velvet as they embraced it. "Mind if you take the controls, sexy ..." Pylon growled softly to Stronghorn, turning himself around and spooning his back into the large pachyderm's chest, tugging the potent cock up under his balls so that his own wolfdick rested on it lengthwise and his legs straddled it on either side. Stronghorn looked down for a moment, then understood what was wanted, and he brought up his other hand to make a circle big enough to stroke over both cocks. Tenderly, and with great patience, the rhino rubbed his palms over the two of them, Pylon murring and flicking his tail lazily over Stronghorn's hip, until with a sudden jolt he watched the gray arms move faster on both sides of him, the rhino's hands grinding around their cocks. He clamped a paw onto Stronghorn's bicep, digging his claws in to make him stop.

"Hey, take it easy! I don't want us getting ahead of ourselves!"

Stronghorn winced with the claws in his arm, and looked down rather hurt at Pylon. The wolf sighed and rubbed where he had grabbed him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but you need to understand something about what we're doing right now. You get the urge to go faster and harder because it makes you feel good enough that you could take on the world. You're feeling that right now, I know, everyone does. But once you can't take that feeling anymore, and your body is full of it, it blasts out of you. Literally. And then it's all over; you won't get that feeling again until after resting for a while. When you've had more experience, like I have, then you'll be able to go without stopping a few times. Now, do you want to just have at it until you burst, or do you want your first time to last for a while to enjoy it for everything it's worth, like I have planned for you?"

Stronghorn flicked his ears somewhat, his hands unmoving over their close members, and slowly he took one of them off and brought it up into the wolf's view, holding up two fingers.

"The second choice?"

The rhino nodded. Pylon followed suit and skritched him on the shoulder. "Wise decision. But first things first, I was rather enjoying this. Start again, but this time, no matter HOW much you want to finish, take it SLOW."

Stronghorn nodded again and set his hands back around his own and Pylon's organs, his fingers massaging into the twin endowments as he stroked them, his chest quickly growing hot against the wolf's furry back. His chin settled onto Pylon's shoulder and he breathed over his cheek, and the wolf smiled and turned his muzzle to lick over Stronghorn's horn. A broad smile broke over the rhino's muzzle as he maintained the slow pace, keeping the warm cocks close together, the underside of Pylon's wolfhood grinding mere millimeters on top of Stronghorn's as they both speared out of their groins proudly. Then the rhino's eyes opened with a start, and he again let go of their shafts, this time bringing his hand up into view, looking at in with curiousity.

Pylon followed the look, then chuckled as he spied the damp fingertips, covered in a slick fluid. He turned his head back and again licked the bony horn. "Wanna know what that is, huh?"

Stronghorn nodded, turning to the wolf attentively. Pylon dislodged himself from the rhino's phallic embrace, turning around. "Well, THAT was what I was waiting for. It's something else besides musk that shows off arousal." He smiled, standing up to show the rhino his now-fully-erect shaft. "If there's arousal in smell, and there's arousal in sight and touch ... do you think there might be arousal in taste as well?"

Stronghorn looked up at his teacher, biting his lower lip nervously as the dark spire dominated his view, dripping a single bead of clear fluid from its slit. Hot breath washed over the sensitive skin covering Pylon's mammoth genitals, and the wolf nodded in approval as Stronghorn's muzzle drew nearer. "Go on ... don't be afraid," he said encouragingly, nudging his hips forward, making his cock touch to the rhino's cheek and leave a marking drop of precum there. Stronghorn only looked at it a couple more seconds before his tongue dangled from his mouth a little, firming up as he brought his muzzle even nearer, stroking his tongue over the crown of Pylon's shaft.

The taste came back primal and alluring, raw male objectified, and the rhino's tongue started to explore more of Pylon's meat, licking all the way back to the fur in the wolf's crotch. His hands instinctively came up and placed themselves on Pylon's hips to help brace him, making the wolf tilt his head up in enjoyment. "Murrrrr, pup learns fast," he whispered, his paws setting on the back of Stronghorn's head and neck, skritching lightly. The rhino started working his lips over the delicious spire, almost intoxicated by the new tastes working into his tongue. The head of Pylon's cock flared up, its slit oozing more predribble that was quickly scooped up by Stronghorn's tongue. The wolf's hips nudged forward with more power now, desiring more pleasure, and for the first time in his life, the rhino took another male's sex into his mouth, his muzzle parting to let in the massive girth that straddled his tongue as Pylon pushed in. With a groan the wolf leaned over a little, his pawpads kneading into Stronghorn's scalp, and the rhino's cheeks bulged a little as he struggled to accept the gift fully. But accept it all he did, with Pylon's steady pushing and Stronghorn's managing to relax his jaw a little to ease the tension around the wolfdick inching closer to his throat. It blocked his airway, though, making breathing extremely difficult, and he squirmed backwards in trying to remove his mouth from it.

Pylon held him fast, though, his claws digging into the rhino's scalp unintentionally. "Hold your position, pup, get used to the size and you'll be able to breathe better." With widened eyes Stronghorn didn't budge further, his lips contorting and rippling around the wolf's cock until after some moments of adjustment, he found, to his amazement, that by holding it up a little with his tongue, it was, indeed, easy for air to get in his nostrils. He sighed a little, and Pylon eased up his paws on his head. "Good. Now, lay back, and I'll take over."

Stronghorn leaned his weight back on his paws, Pylon crouching down and moving with the rhino to keep his shaft buried in the hot rhino mouth, until the rhino was now laying back all the way, with the wolf now on paws and knees, straddling Strong's neck, clearly mounting his muzzle.

"Now, I'm going to feed you properly. You just lay back, concentrate on breathing, and whatever you do, DON'T LET GO."

Stronghorn nodded as best he could, his hands holding onto the wolf's hips in nervous anticipation of what was to come. Pylon gruffed and arched his back and hips down, sliding his hard-on into the rhino's mouth until his hefty balls were swaying over Stronghorn's chin, and the head of his cock was touching the back of his throat. He murred lowly, starting to pull his hips back up with his shaft close behind them, leaving Stronghorn's muzzle. The rhino's eyes were almost locked open, staring at all of Pylon's equipment, the globes of the wolfen testicles sliding over his chest and throat, and the wolf's musk surrounded him utterly, scents from heaven. As the leathery lips tugged on the ridge of Pylon's cockhead, the wolf thrust back in, precum coating the rhino's tongue and teasing him with a taste that wouldn't go away, but was only added onto by the large male pike soon filling his mouth again.

Pylon simply smiled and murred as he started to take Stronghorn's full muzzle, knowing and taking pride in how much his large ebon shaft caused the lips around it to strain, a tight opening leading into a damp and warm environment. An excellent mount, no doubts about it. His legs squeezed into the rhino's sides with his slow thrusts, his balls trailing over his chest and neck and caressing Strong with the thin fur covering them. His claws dug into the carpeting, breathing in deep puffs that mirrored his sliding body; a breath in, and his hips reared back and drew his shaft away from the rhino, and as he breathed out, he again fed his meat to his new friend.

Stronghorn, on the other hand, was virtually ablaze with thoughts and feelings that were new to him. The large furry abs blotting his vision rippled, and the pachyderm's brain conflicted as part of them found the wolf incredibly attractive, while some deeper part still possessive of inhibitions instilled from years of controlled learning told him he shouldn't be letting himself fall victim to such treatment, that what the wolf was doing was wrong and he would be punished. What kept him from fighting the wolf stroking his shaft through his muzzle was just that: the mighty shaft. By the stars, it had a taste unlike anything he'd ever known, and what was worse, it wasn't something he could just swallow and be relieved with. It would come and go, come and go, as Pylon humped away at him, and as the large spire forced his cheeks apart, he would suckle madly and try to engulf it, to feel the tasty tube go down his throat, but instead he would get only this new fluid as his reward, and it would slide over his palette and make the situation worse as it washed thinly down his gullet with his saliva. In frustration, he tugged his head back, trying to pull Pylon's cock right out of his crotch. Pylon growled at the sensation, and his fucking tempo picked up, making the delicious length tease Strong even more with rapid strokes that made the wolf's ballsac swat against his chin with each go. Pylon's paws gripped even harder into the floor, his thick cock swelling in size as his excitement drew near to the boiling point, and the creek of predribble seeped constantly, making the rhino suckle and drool over the sweet male tube, swallowing each dollop and thinking that this was the point behind this play in the wolf's living room. However, with a harsh growl from Pylon, he soon found out differently.

The wolf's climax had finally piqued, and his humping became even more vigourous, paws clamping onto the back of Strong's head as he repeatedly deep-throated his shaft, spurting the contents of his heavy balls into the rhino's waiting mouth. The first gob took Strong completely by surprise with its thickness and how strong it tasted compared to the thinner fluid before, but he didn't have much time to think before another spurt hit the back of his throat, making him gag a little as some of the white cream dribbled past his lips and ran down his chin. However, the taste was even more intoxicating than the former had been, and Stronghorn quickly started to drink down the wolf's spunk, slathering his tongue around the barrel of Pylon's cock to milk more of the sweet substance.

Pylon's thrusts became smaller and slower again as he worked the last few spurts from his shaft, sighing in sexual content and bowing his head down to watch his companion eagerly drain the rest of what he had to give. Chuckling softly as he felt Stronghorn try and suckle from him still, he rubbed his pawpads over the back of the rhino's skull. "Sorry, buddy, but it looks like you've emptied the tap ... for now." He sat back on the rhino's chest to better rest.

Stronghorn looked up at him uncertainly, still holding the limping member in his mouth. Pylon stroked his paw over the rhino's cheek and said, "This is what I was talking about ... when I talked about the feeling bursting out of you. Congratulations, you just made two achievements: you sucked your first cock, and you got your first taste of wolfcum." Chuckling, Pylon got back on his feet and stood up, his shaft freeing itself from Strong's mouth which still hung open a little from being so stretched.

Stronghorn reached over to where his notepad had gotten to by the game system, wiping his arm over his mouth to look at the white cream that had escaped his lips. Is that something I should be proud of?

Pylon laughed a little harder, his stamina quickly regaining from years of experience. "Considering who it was that you just sucked off, my answer would be a yes. But enough talk," he remarked, squatting down by Stronghorn's legs and looking intently at his very-rigid organ. "It looks like you need some attention."

Stronghorn touched his fingertips to his shaft, watching it quiver in response. Does that mean you're going to suck me too?

Pylon suddenly lurched forward, paws landing on the rhino's pectorals and forcing him back into a laying position as his legs straddled Strong's hips, pinning him to the floor as their thick dicks and ballsacs intermingled between their crotches. A broad smile dominated his muzzle, and a quiet gleam sparkled in the back of the wolf's eyes. "I have great plans for you this afternoon, stud. We're going to break you in *right*, and I'll admit something right now: I'm going to be rather cruel to you as well. You see," he said, wrapping a paw as best he could around their cocks, stroking them together again, "I'm not going to let you climax for a long time. You know why?" Stronghorn shook his head, sighing as the velvet paws fell and rose along his mighty girth, but also feeling very nervous and afraid of a newly-formed predatory look to Pylon, but the wolf's voice had a placating, soothing tone that contradicted his looks. "Because I know that since it's your first time ... and being as well-endowed as you are ..." -- he accented this point with a deep grind of his hips down onto the rhino, making Strong groan -- "... I can get quite a profit out of you if I invest enough. And I fully intend to take you for what you're worth, since I like to make a big impression." Pylon licked over the base of Stronghorn's horn, and the rhino shivered in erotic thrill as the gesture sent tinglings down his spine to meet the dull ache rising in his groin as the wolf stroked their members together. "And what better way to make an impression ..." he whispered, laying down fully on Stronghorn's belly and chest, his black cock siding up next to the rhino's grey one as he covered both with his fur, wrapping his arms around the barrel chest underneath him, "... than by making his first fuck the best he'll ever have?"

The rhino's eyes were wide open and fixed on Pylon, who could make out the duelling emotions in their reflective surfaces: undeniable fear of what the night was to bring ... but also an eagerness to discover that very thing. The wolf knew he had won Strong over mentally. All that was left were the physical parts.

*****

His paw tugging on Stronghorn's cock like it was a rope to lead him by, Pylon brought the rhino into his bedroom, lit by the dim glow of the Japanese lanterns swinging overhead in the soft breeze coming in from the window. Dominating the floor was the wolf's king-sized bed, covered in layers of flannel and fur blankets, just right for someone to cuddle in with another on a cool night. Turning around to face his friend, Pylon gestured to the bed. "Do get in and make yourself comfortable," he growled deep in his throat, seductively, trying to set the mood. Strong nodded back and got on all fours on the mattress, sitting on the soft mattress and looking to the wolf for further instruction.

Pylon chuckled and sat next to him, chest to chest, and wrapped an arm delicately around his torso, slowly lowering both of the pair down onto the bed. "I said to get com...fortable," he hissed into the rhino's ear, his limbs all curling around Stronghorn as his muzzle engulfed the diamond-shaped earlobe and suckled softly on it, again surrounding the grey dick in his bellyfur to warm it and massage it tenderly with his abs. Strong's senses felt so flaring and energetic compared to the dimness of the room, his body tingling with sparks of energy almost produced from where the lupine was touching him. His own arms returned the embrace, and groaning a little to each other, the wolf and rhino ground their erections against the other's stomach, Pylon continuing to suckle on Stronghorn's ear which flicked rapidly in his mouth. Strong's hands came down to the smooth curves of the wolfen rump, pulling them closer to himself, and in one fell swoop his shaft was accidentally slid down in the furry cleft, pushing up under Pylon's tail.

Pylon murrrred and released his hold on Strong's ear, licking between his eyes. "Pup learns very fast, it seems," he growled, "but unfortunately for you, he's not allowed in just yet. However ..." He pushed Stronghorn back onto his back, prying his legs apart with his paws, "... I do believe mine has clearance inside of you. And if it doesn't?" He manuevered himself between the tree-trunk legs, digging his pawpads into the rhino's barrel chest. "I'll gain it this way: by letting you take me, after I've taken you."

Strong's breathing was heavy and labored, his lessons being drilled deep into his skull with harder and harder results, all of them once again becoming the object of the wolf's passion as his member stuck up from his crotch, aching and dripping with crystal-clear fluid. Pylon smiled quietly to himself and ran his broad tongue up and down the thickness, tasting its rank and musky surface, as his hips teasingly slide his shaft over and around the rhino's bare rump, its head kissing the grey buttocks as it stroked around, dipping into his buttcrack once or twice which the wolf would accent with a hard grind forward. The rhino's facial cheeks turned a dark crimson with all the blood rushing to his head, unable to fathom how he could feel such pleasure from such simple touches and movements, but it just kept coming to him as Pylon bathed and nursed on his throbbing organ. Pylon sensually stroked his paws deep between Stronghorn's thighs, his fingers dipping under the hefty ballsac and cradling the twin orbs in his palm, as his lips parted and engulfed the first four inches of the rhino's twenty-four, propping it up as his tongue flicked and dipped into the tunnel of his cockslit, prodding it as his ballooning dark shaft did the same to the besieged pachyderm's rump.

Under him, Strong's head thrashed to the right and left, his eyes clamped shut as he endured the torment of this infernal teasing, his mental barriers breaking like they were made of nothing but paper. His balls felt lighter and lighter from in the wolf's grip, and they churned and boiled with his gathering seed. His trapped member fed the wolf near pints of precum, its taste growing stronger and muskier by the second. But Pylon knew just how to keep his playmates fired up without pushing it too far, and his brain started to gauge how far the rhino was along as his mouth and paws continued to pleasure the thick meat ... waiting for just the right moment ...

His breathing became raspy and hard as Stronghorn started to feel something not unlike euphoria settling into him, and he thought his time had come to experience what Pylon MUST have felt before he had given him the thick cream to drink ... but then it started to taper off! Pylon let out an evil-sounding 'mmmmm' as he lowered the rhinodick back onto Strong's belly, leaving it to twitch and throb uselessly, denied of its climax as his thick wolfhood poked in the deep rumpcleft, finding his flexing sphincter and nestling against it, murrrring as he felt the muscle try to grab onto his cock but not being able to. He looked down at his oversexed partner, whose face looked to either be in extraordinary pleasure or extraordinary pain.

"Did you like how you felt?" A rapid series of nods.

"Do you want to feel it again?" A rapid series of head-shakes. Pylon gave Stronghorn a broad smile.

"Do you want to feel it again ... and have it go all the way?" The rhino nodded.

"Then prepare yourself," the wolf grunted as he pushed against the rhino's rear-door hard, sliding almost half of his cock into Stronghorn in one go.

What happened next was a bunch of blurry memories to the rhino for the rest of the night, some that stuck out more than others, but all of them that wouldn't fade away like most things he did. He remembered how much it had hurt when Pylon had shoved his shaft up into him, somewhat rough to his virgin tailhole despite how slick it was from its own fluids. But the wolf had calmed him down with slow licks to his muzzle and whispers and grunts to him about how that pain would go away soon, to be replaced with nothing but pleasure. Orders to relax and let the wolf in were frequent at first, but Strong had to force himself to in order to bear with the new feeling. Pylon's furry body above his own, the padded fingers gripping into his biceps as they held his arms down ... they had helped him, though, and bit for bit, more of the black member disappeared into the rhino's anus, their crotches coming closer together. The rhino had whimpered and even sobbed through the ordeal, biting his lip to stimmy off some of the pain, but, like the wolf had said, it did start to go away. Within his bowels, the large organ pushed his muscles aside, coming closer to and then touching to his prostate as the golden wolf fully buried its length inside of him, and already the pleasure began to take over. Memories of after that were even blurrier, most of them being the wolf murrring and sliding his cock in and out of Strong. Memories of Pylon's sharp fangs gnawing erotically into Stronghorn's throat, not cutting an inch of his tough hide, as he was drilled hard and fast. It had all gone so quickly, and yet it seemed to have been so slow: seconds ticking by like they were hours, accented by the sounds of the two furs grunting and moaning to each other. And gods, how hard his cock had been through the whole thing! He had thought it was going to burst like a stick of dynamite as it surged up and rubbed against the wolf. But Pylon had kept it pressed down against his own belly, not letting it find respite in the forest of his fur, still saving its collective orgasm for the future. Going by instinct, Strong had clutched the lupine muzzle up from his throat, and had replaced it with his own muzzle, kissing Pylon, and Pylon kissing back as he rode his new friend, filling and emptying his guts with his potent cock. His mind seemed to almost cloud over as the mating progressed, senses flashing on and off to him: tasting the wolf's tongue with his own, hearing lustful bellows, seeing the wolf's handsome face above him, smelling their musks, and feeling everything that was happening to him. The last thing he knew before he passed out, Pylon was howling to the air, and a pumping feeling was inside his rump, the hard cock twitching and filling him all the way as the wolf hilted inside him to unload his supply of seed that gushed into him like a warm river...

*****

He woke warily up to see Pylon above him still, smiling down at him ... and he felt really empty inside.

"I'm surprised you held up as long as you did, big guy," the wolf murred down to the exhausted rhino, petting his cheek with a paw, "after that nasty little gauntlet I had you run. But you survived it, and so you get what's coming to you ... and what's coming to me."

Blinking wearily around, the rhino tried to prop himself up on his arms, only to discover the large amount of weight on his crotch. He looked down with a tired moan, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes ... and gasped a bit to himself as he saw the wolf's knees and thighs gripping hard into his waist, the soft fur of the lupine's butt covering his whole crotch as the lengthy gold tail swished softly over his legs. An attempt to move confirmed his suspicions with a VERY snug feeling around his shaft and a moan of need from his lips: he was buried deep inside of Pylon, surrounded in his warm and soft inner flesh.

Pylon moaned softly back to the rhino, arching his back and gripping into his waist again. "Damn, you have *wheeze* no idea how much trouble I had getting this far," he panted, laying out atop of Stronghorn and wrapping his arms under his chest as the rhino returned the embrace. "But fuck, I'll be stupid to let you out very soon ... not often I feel this full ..." He looked to the side and nodded in gesture to a small bottle, "You see that?"

The label of the bottle indicated a store-sold lubricant, and the rhino nodded as his paws stroked down the wolf's fur.

"Well, that's how much I had to prep us up with to make you fit," he explained, reaching down to caress the small part of Strong's cock that had exposed itself to the open air as the wolf had lain down on the rhino's body. Another desirous moan was his reward, the rhino arching his own back and whimpering with sexual delight as Pylon's anal muscles bore down on his sensitive cock. "I was certain you'd wake up in the middle of things, but luckily for me, you didn't, and your big friend remained good and stiff. Mrrrrrrrr," he moaned, arching his back again and using a paw to knead his own ballsac, sliding it over the rough hide of the rhino, "I could stay like this all night ..."

He lay back down as he again adjusted to the very tight feeling under his tail, laying against the rhino's chest, just resting there as the pair cuddled, the rhino reaching down to pull up some of the bedsheets in preparation to settle in for the night ... until Pylon touched a fingerpad to his hornbase.

"But I would be forgetting myself," he said impishly. "I'm ready now to see HOW strong and HOW horny you are, Stronghorn, and I think you are, too. Ready to ride the wolf?" he asked with a grin and a gleam in his eyes. Stronghorn nodded, smiling widely up to his new friend.

Pylon shifted his weight fully onto his knees as he leaned upwards, pulling his body along at the same time. The pachyderm's eyes watched in near wonder as his grey dick was released from the depths of the wolf, slowly reappearing and looking quite slick with all of the lube the wolf had used. His crotch was tugged up a bit with the wolf's hips, stressing just HOW snug the fit was between them, and Strong had to steel his body down to make the going easier. His vision locked, he saw the first signs of the ridged head of his member starting to slip free of the wolf's sphincter but not without a fight as the tight ring held onto its visitor. But the rhino's observations were interrupted by a strong jolt of pleasure straight up his spine as the wolf started impaling himself again on the thick spire, groaning to the ceiling of the room in deep primal lust, and his massive organ was once again engulfed by Pylon's hungry bowels.

"Hell yessss," the wolf growled in the back of his throat, tilting his head all the way back as he rose and fell on the rhino's body, gripping his paws into Strong's biceps as his powerful chest puffed out with his stance, his nipples visible and jutting from his furry pectorals from the erotic thrill of the moment alone. Noticing them, the rhino licked his lips, seeing them as two of the most enticing things he'd ever seen. He sat up as slowly as he dared, huffing as Pylon ground his cock through his tight depths, and his lips clamped around one of the sweet mounds of flesh on his chest, licking it and suckling as his arms returned around the wolf. The gold silken fur slid up and down his chest and belly in swift strokes as Pylon hugged back, gasping as the mushroomed head of Strong's member flared inside of him with arousal, fully plugging his tunnel as the titan sated his urges through the broad mouth on the wolf's chest.

A spurt of predribble between their chiseled stomachs made the rhino grunt into Pylon's chest. Despite its two previous drainings, the dark virile wolfhood was already ready for more action, and it strained rigidly against Stronghorn's hide. His heavy balls dipped and jostled over the rhino's groin each time Pylon fell back into his lap while Strong's own orbs were tickled by the fine hairs on the lupine tail, which was tufted up like a pine tree to better present his inviting buttocks to be ravaged by his very-well-endowed partner. Fueled on by the constant spikes of energy ringing through his crotch, he started to thrust up against the wolf in earnest, meeting him and hilting himself inside of Pylon as the golden hips came crashing down on his grey lap.

Minutes passed like hours as the muscular wolf impaled himself on the thick girth in a steady fashion, the pair moaning and grunting in animalistic volumes to one another. Pushing outwards against Pylon's interior muscles each time, the broad head of Stronghorn's shaft flared in excitement, coating its surroundings in his predribble and making the thrusting easier for them both, Strong's actions becoming more determined, more dominating, and the wolf was all too willing to oblige him. Grabbing Strong's broad shoulders and pulling him backwards, he snarled up into his diamond ears, "Take me, stud ..." and gripped his claws into the tough hide of the hung pachyderm now on his hands and knees.

Stronghorn's knees pried the lupine's legs apart, granting him better access to the hungry tailhole feasting on his member, and as his fingers gripped into the bedsheets hard he arched his back, crying out as his hips forced his entire length into Pylon's depths. His balls rolled in their sac while he humped the wolf hard, feeling weightless as they rode along the bredth of Pylon's tail. Each hair seemed to tease them of its own accord, and he ground his hips hard into his lover with each mammoth thrust. His cock felt like it was on fire; none of the wolf's teasing had gone so far to bring this sort of sensation through his loins, and each push into his friend's rump intensified his urges, making him do it again ... and again ... and on into the night, his muzzle falling and pressing to Pylon's own. They kissed one another deeply, the mattress sliding a little on the bed as the rhino put his power into the lovemaking, taking him in quick, hard humps, his ballsac slapping into Pylon's rump, making its owner moan in ecstacy.

Suddenly, the rhino's body felt warm everywhere, inside as well as out, and his cheeks flushed as he panted. An ravenous series of tinglings ran up his spine, making his eyes widen in astonishment as his breath came from his throat raspy and hoarse, drilling his cock through Pylon's rear in rapid pistons. The wolf took it for all it was worth, his head writhing back and forth on the mattress, growling lustily in the back of his throat and wrapping his legs up around the rhino's waist. Strong grunted and viciously screwed the wolf, pounding his raging member in and out of Pylon's rump, fighting the incredible high on which his body was riding, thinking he was going to burst at any second and not caring, but he could feel his limbs betraying him. His arms and legs went rigid and stiff, making his thrusting harder, and the fire in his loins ... gods, it got so hot ... and with a great bellow from his chest, he could feel it growing even more! His cockhead flared up to its limit, completely plugging up Pylon's tailhole as it began to fire his ball's collective load of cum up into the wolf. The rhino shoved every last inch of his member into the wolf, whose sphincter bore down on the intruder greedily as he began to unload his own orgasm, resulting from being so passionately mated, and the tight muscles gripping into his cock prolonged the titan's climax. The pair spent what felt like forever spurting their thick white cream into and over each other, Stronghorn's seed pooling inside of the wolf's depths as his chest and stomach became covered in a veil of whiteness in the gloom of the room. The rhino whimpered as he felt his amazing energy leaving him as readily as his load of cockmilk, and he slumped down and lay atop of Pylon, panting as his shaft throbbed weakly under his tail.

Pylon held him close, petting down his back. "Exactly ... what I wanted .." he wheezed, his tongue dangling from his muzzle as they basked in the afterglow of the mating. He gave Strong a lick on the nose, nudging him up until the rhino rolled onto his back, the wolf lying on his muscular chest. He joked, "And now you know ... what your cock is for, and how pleasurable ... it can be."

Stronghorn chuckled softly, sighing in bliss as he reached down and pulled the blankets up over the both of them, all too ready for a good night's sleep with his new friend.

THE END!