Desert Rut

by Zaggy Norse

Dust, and sand, and heat.

Karnal slumped in the saddle, holding onto the reins listlessly and feeling the plodding
motion of his mount below him. He stared forward with an unfocused look. Nothing but
sand and rocks, far into the distance. He wiped his brow for the tenth time in the last ten
minutes, but it came back dry; he had stopped sweating some time ago. There was only dust
out here. Endless, ochre dust. It caked his fur into points and curls, and even his black
stripes looked orange now. Every zephyr that swirled up gave him and his stallion a fresh
coating.

The oasis was close, surely. He’d visited it before a few times, but never from this direction.
He did not recognise any of the landmarks, and had taken far longer than he expected. His
water stores had become dangerously depleted. They’d been running on the minimum of
water for several days, and it had taken its toll — more so on his mount than on him. The
big stallion’s black hair made him a lot more susceptible to the heat, and his pace was
noticeably slower today. Usually, the tiger would have only travelled by night, but with
water running low they’d been forced to travel partly by day as well. Karnal had even
foregone his own water the night before to give the stallion a little more, but it was far from
sufficient for the large creature. If they did not reach the oasis today, he wasn’t sure they’d
survive another day.

At the very least, the feline didn’t need to worry about the stallion hearing him fret. The
horse simply did his best, as he always did. The tiger reached down to pat his mount’s flank
with a paw, making soothing noises. “How you doing, Zaggy?” he asked the Friesian.
“Almost there, boy. We’ll make it, I promise.” The poor equine had pushed himself hard
over the last weeks, and deserved a good, long rest. They both did. The oasis — should they
reach it — would do just fine: it was large, with plenty of greenery for Zaggy, and hunting to
be had for the tiger. Karnal would set up camp, and they could both rest up fully before the
final push to reach the coast, and the end of this long and arduous journey.

Zaggy nickered back at his owner, and Karnal smiled, trying to ignore the pain as his
chapped lips split. “Yeah, we might have bitten off more than we could chew this time,
huh?” he asked his travel partner. He squinted up at the merciless sunlight, and then across
to his saddlebags. All of this…for that. Sacks of gems, rubies and emeralds and sapphires —
and a blue diamond, as big as his fist. They had journeyed deep into the Westlands, trading
and dealing their way along rivers, over mountains, and in foreign cities. It had been
incredibly lucrative. “We won’t need to do this again, boy,” he said. “This will set us up for
life. That’ll be nice, huh? Just you and me, and all the world to see…”

Zaggy snorted, perhaps in agreement, and Karnal patted him again. “Yeah…” Of course, you
couldn’t drink gems, and if they didn’t reach the oasis today, it might be that some future
traveller would find the stones lying next to their desiccated corpses. Karnal was positive it
was close, though. It must be. He was simply not familiar with this approach…

When they crested a ridge an hour later, a sheet of light momentarily blinded the tiger. Even
as he shielded his sight with a paw, his heart leapt. Blinking through the glare, he gave an
enormous sigh of relief: trees! And grass. And a wide, wet oasis, reflecting the afternoon sun
like a mirror. Zaggy smelled the water in the air, and his nickered, his ears perked. “We
found it, boy!” Karnal exclaimed, as dread evaporated from him. They’d made it. They’d be
okay.

The tiger released the reins, giving Zaggy his head, and down the rocky slope they went.
Zaggy’s hooves sent loose stones clattering ahead of them. The oasis was in a rocky
depression in the sand, and as they descended the temperature grew noticeably cooler.
When they reached the bottom of the basin, Zaggy’s training finally gave in to animal needs,
and he broke into a gallop that kept going right into the oasis, legs splashing water
everywhere. The exhausted horse collapsed, folding onto his back legs and dropping his
head into the water for a long, deep drink. Karnal patted him perfunctorily, gave him a
breathless “Well done, boy,” before slipping awkwardly from his back and falling into the
water himself. The coolness was perfect; heavenly balm on his body. He drank deeply, and
sighed, and let himself be soaked…and then drank again, and only when his belly felt full to
bursting did he crawl out of the water. He was exhausted: from travel, and worry, and
dehydration. They were safe now, though. He could rest.

In moments, he’d fallen asleep in the shade of a tree.

When he woke, the sun was rising, not falling. He took a moment to make sense of it; he
must have slept right through until the next day. The hard ground had not been an
especially good mattress, and his limbs were complaining, but that was easily ignored. What
mattered was that the aching thirst was gone.

He sat up with a muffled groan, crossing his arms around a knee and looking around.
“Zaggy?” he called. No response. The stallion was probably off grazing somewhere. Karnal
wasn’t concerned; their bond was deep, and the horse would never simply leave him.
Besides, there was nothing around here that would be a danger to a large, shoed stallion. At
most, he might kick an optimistic hyena to death.

It was midmorning, and the desert heat was climbing rapidly. Heat waves shimmered on the
rocky outcrops around the oasis. In the partially shadowed cleft, though, it remained merely
warm. A breeze blew across the water, cooling the air around it. Karnal lifted his face to feel
it, eyes shut, and chuffed happily.

He got to his feet, growling a little at the discomfort. A small deer eyed him from across the
water, but fled into the brush when he moved closer. He waved after it. “See you for dinner
later,” he said to himself, then laughed. Being able to laugh again without worry felt
fantastic.
He waded into the oasis, his fingers tightening in pleasure at the coolness. At its deepest
point, it only reached his upper legs, but that was enough. The tiger lowered his body until
only his head was above the water, and then just floated. He drank his fill, as he had the day
before. It was a little muddier today from the silt they’d kicked up in their frenzied arrival
yesterday, but still fine beyond measure. Once his thirst was quenched, he stood back up
and began to rub his paws across his skin, kneading and pulling at his soaked, tousled fur.
The grime and dust of endless days of travel took some effort to remove, but it felt so good
to get clean. He breathed deeply of the cool air again, just to feel his chest muscles stretch.
Breathing deeply in the desert had always felt like taking fire into himself.

He was fiddling with a particularly tricky clump of fur on his thigh when a sudden splash
made him turn his head. Zaggy was standing at the edge of the oasis, ears perked. He looked
vastly better than he had the last few days, and it warmed Karnal’s heart to see him already
so recovered. “Hello, handsome,” he said in greeting, and the horse waggled his head,
making the tiger giggle. The big horse could be so cute. He still had the saddlebags and all
his tack on, and the tiger realised he’d slept with that weight on him all night. Karnal tsk’ed
at himself and stood up, wading over to the stallion and patting him on the muzzle with a
soaked paw. He gave him a big wet kiss on his nose, too. “I’m sorry, boy,” he said. “I was so
tired yesterday, I couldn’t think of anything else, and you had to spend all night with this
uncomfortable stuff on you, huh? I’m a bad tiger. Let’s get you sorted.”

He took the horse’s reins loosely, and led him over to the tree he’d slept under. With a few
deft motions, the saddlebags were unhooked and lifted off, then placed on the ground. No
sooner was that done, though, than the horse snorted, whinnied, and reared a little before
dashing off. Karnal gaped after him. “Hey! Dumbass! Let me take the rest off!” But as far as
Zaggy was concerned, it seemed, this was freedom enough. He galloped in a tight circle,
mane flying, black fur shining in the sunlight, muscles like hammered metal under his skin.
The tiger felt a powerful joy at seeing his horse exert himself, and he couldn’t help but
laugh, and cheer him on, whooping and clapping at his antics. He was such a magnificent
creature.

He watched the stallion cavort for a while longer, and then reached down to dig in the
saddlebags. In between the currently-worthless sacks of gems, he found the one thing he
really wanted right now: a comb. He gave a chuff as he looked at it. Oh, yes. He waded back
into the water, and began combing through his fur, rumbling with deep satisfaction as the
teeth scraped along his skin. He loved to be clean. He could put up with dirt and filth as long
as he needed to, but give him some time to relax, and sufficient water, and he would make
every inch of himself gleam. Every single inch. Even the inches that didn’t need a comb…

There was splashing behind him again, and a head butted gently into his back. He smiled,
and turned his head; Zaggy was back, pushing his nose forward. The two of them nuzzled
one another for a moment. Karnal reached a hand up to scratch his ear, and leaned a little
into his stallion. “Hey, big boy,” he said, “you done having fun?” Zaggy made a good-natured
noise, and dropped his head to take a drink as his owner stroked his mane. “We’ll wait here
for a while, I promise,” Karnal told him. “As long as we need to feel good and strong again.”
A week, at least. Probably two. Then, the final stretch of desert between them and the sea.
Another day’s travel down the coast to reach Port Argiech. Trade some small gems for
passage home. And then…

His daydreaming was interrupted by a horse nose. Zaggy had finished his drinking, and was
snuffling at his owner’s crotch, just above the waterline. Karna laughed and petted the
stallion as he nosed at his owner’s furred sheath. “It’s been a while, huh?” he said softly,
feeling himself begin to rise from the soft touch. “Shall we play a little, handsome?”

He stroked the horse’s neck as he let his mount explore his midriff: now dipping to nuzzle
his master’s balls, then lifting back up to sniff at the sheath. When a pink tip of tiger cock
emerged, the stallion gave it a lick, and the feline gasped at the feel of the tongue rasping
over his sensitive tip. Oh, he’d missed this. It took him back to the very first time they’d
been together as lovers, all those years ago, only a few days after he’d bought Zaggy.

They had been a long way out from the city, scouting for buffalo herds. One night, with the
sky a starry wonderland overhead, and the breeze whispering through the tall grasses, he’d
sat by the fire, his body warm and full…and needing release. His hand had untied his
breeches, and he’d lain back, eyes shut, to stroke himself to hardness. Unexpectedly, a
warmth had enveloped his member; Zaggy was there, suckling on him like a calf to a teat.
Karnal had no idea where he’d learned it, but the horse had known exactly what to do. The
long muzzle and surprisingly deft tongue had given the tiger a blowjob better than any he’d
had from the whores he fucked back in the city. Warmth and softness had surrounded the
tiger’s dick, making him squirm and growl and arch his back, his claws extended and digging
into the dirt, until — with a yowling cry — he’d emptied his seed into the stallion’s mouth.
After, as he’d rested, panting, the stallion had walked closer and turned to one side,
revealing the size of his own need. Karnal had been more than happy to oblige.

In the years since, they’d explored one another’s bodies in every way they could, finding out
what the other liked, and discovering new joys to share. And as the stallion licked his
growing member now, and his mind recalled those early days, Karnal felt his lust rise up,
fiercer and hotter than it had been for a good while. Their journey had been very hard, and
he had neglected the needs of both their bodies. It was definitely time to rectify that.

He scratched behind the horse’s ear as the equine licked the tiger’s long length. “Yes,
Zaggy…good boy…oh, I’ve missed your mouth, you gorgeous creature,” he whispered. He
leaned to one side, watching the long horse cock emerge from its sheath. The stallion
enjoyed this every bit as much as the tiger did, and the proof hung under him, long and fat.
The tiger’s mouth began to water as he watched it lengthen, harden, and finally slap its
owner’s belly, like an invitation. It was so beautiful, and it had been weeks since he’d been
able to attend to it. Unacceptable. He pulled away from his stallion, shushing and petting
him when he snorted in annoyance at losing his toy. “Don’t worry, boy, it’s just for now. You
need a cleaning after the last few weeks. For a start. And after…” He rubbed his thickening
sheath with one hand, and splashed across to the stallion’s haunches, getting down onto his
knees; the cold water felt like ice against his blood-hot penis. He forgot that quick enough,
though, as he lost himself in the sight and smell of the pillar of masculinity in front of him.
Zaggy’s penis was simply perfect, as far as he was concerned. The pink-and-black mottled
shaft grew to slightly over twenty inches in length, and was as thick as his arm. It emerged
from a dark, matte sheath, and was accompanied by two wonderfully heavy balls. When
hard, like now, the flared end bulged much wider than the shaft, with a nubbed corona that
demarcated it. That part was as black as the stallion’s body hair, and usually shiny; their
travails, and lack of attention, had left it dirty and dun. The cock swung impatiently now as
the stallion tugged on it repeatedly, letting the prick say what his mouth could not.

It’s my turn, bitch.

Karnal could almost hear him say the words, and chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, it’s your turn, I
know,” he groused, good-naturedly. “Let me just admire your cock a bit, you horny animal.”
But in truth, even a cursory examination had shown him how poor an owner he’d been. The
stallion’s prick was filthy. The tiger soaked his paws in the water and wrapped them around
the shaft, each paw barely managing to cover half, and stroked slowly with both, from the
sheath down. A nicker from Zaggy made him smile. “See?” he said. “I’m touching your cock
now. It’s happening. I just need to clean it before I do anything else, alright? You’ll feel
better too, trust me.” When he reached the medial, he let go and washed the dirt from his
paws, then repeated the motion. Each swipe took a little more grime off the horse’s cock,
and moved a little further down, revealing the smooth, clean flesh underneath. Stroke,
stroke, stroke. The tiger knew this didn’t stimulate his stallion in the same way it would him,
but the horse still enjoyed it. He stopped for a moment, and an equine face swung around
to give him a level stare.

Did I say you could stop?

“Don’t stop. Got it. Sorry, sir,” the tiger said with a smirk, and resumed his cleaning of the
penis. He didn’t really need his stallion’s encouragement to keep doing it: a stallion cock was
an incredible thing to touch — especially his stallion’s — and he was only too happy to take
every opportunity to get his paws on it. With the skin now dirt-free, the full extent of the
pink-and-black mottling under it was revealed. Karnal ran a finger along the border between
two patches, pressing his pad into the flesh, feeling its remarkable texture and firmness.
And the heat…it was amazingly hot to the touch. “Who’s a sexy boy, then?” he asked softly,
and receive a head-shake and a whisked tail in response. “Mmmhm. That’s right. You are.
You sexy, sexy thing.”

There was only one more task needed now. Karnal allowed a claw to snick out a tiny
amount, and began to scrape away the dirt that had become compacted around the
stallion’s medial ring. “Hold still now,” he said as the stallion shifted a little, his brow
furrowed in concentration. “I really don’t want to damage your pride and joy. We’ll both be
sad if that happens.” With a little more effort, he was done. He splashed some water over
the penis, and stared at the mass of cock, glistening cleanly in the sun. It was irresistible.
“Good boys get a reward,” the tiger said huskily, licking his lips and pulling the cock towards
him. “Horses and tigers both…” He lapped at it, licking up from the flare to the sheath in one
long, smooth motion. “Oh, Zaggy,” he murmured, when he broke for a breath, “you
marvellous stallion…I fucking love you…” The stallion shivered, perhaps at his owner’s
words, perhaps at the feeling of the rough tongue against his dick, but nickered in
agreement either way. He knew he was sexy, and he expected to receive the treatment due
to him.

Karnal licked up and down the long cock, taking in Zaggy’s sweetness. The tiger knew the
taste of his horse intimately by now, and how best to cultivate it. He hadn’t scrubbed the
dick anywhere near hard enough to remove the wonderful, musky flavour of stallion that he
loved. The horse stood quietly, merely nickering now and then as the rough tongue lapped
along him and moaned. Karnal could do nothing but moan: the sound that best expressed
the joy of sharing this bond with a stallion, of being able to pleasure him and hear his happy
reciprocation. Plus, moans didn’t need him to stop licking, or tasting. Stallion flavour filled
his mouth now, and he loved it. But this was but one of the pleasures he enjoyed with his
stallion, and his own hard cock was telling him it was time for another.

Karnal let the dick fall from his paws. It stuck out at an angle still; Zaggy was young and
virile, and it would be many years before he could not maintain a ram-rod erection. Karnal
got to his feet, patting the stallion’s side when his head swivelled around to demand
answers for the cessation of attention. “Patience, you old satyr,” the tiger chided. Karnal
considered himself rather horny as far as things went, but the stallion had him beat hands
down. Once he was aroused, he was…well, a beast. He would pester the tiger for lewd
attention for hours, until he decided that he was satisfied. Even an orgasm was no
guarantee: half the time, the tiger had only barely finished soaking himself in a pool of fresh
stallion semen when the horse stepped up to him with his cock lengthening again. The tiger
had only found one sure-fire way to ensure the horse was well and truly sated, but it took a
while. Time, however, was not a problem at the moment.

Karnal pressed his face and upper body to the stallion's side, feeling his heat, listening to
him breathing. The smell of the saddle’s leather mixed with the smell of the horse’s hair; a
calming, medicinal combination. One hand slid towards the stallion's rear, and Zaggy gave
an excited whinny. His tail flagged high, giving the tiger's questing fingers unfettered access
to his hole. He loved having his tailhole played with. Karnal rubbed his fingers over the
muscled ring, hearing the satisfied rumble deep inside. "Yes, boy, it's gonna happen," he
said, rubbing the side of his face over the dark hair as he stroked the ring. One finger probed
at the sphincter, and then pressed inwards very slightly, bringing forth another happy
whinny from the stallion. The equine took a half-step back, trying to press the finger in, and
Karnal chuckled, giving him a kiss on the thigh. They were a perfectly-matched pair: a horse
who adored anal play, and a tiger who adored giving it. "Alright...we can do it now, you
insatiable thing," he said. He gave the stallion’s dick a final squeeze. “And I’ll see you in a
little while again,” he added.

He splashed around to stand right behind the horse, keeping his finger inside the stallion to
the knuckle. His cock jerked at the sight of the horse's dark, striated entrance with his white-
and-orange finger penetrating it. He fucking loved stallion assholes. A few splashes of water
cleaned off the patina of dust that coated the stallion's rear, and made the ring glisten. The
stallion flexed his muscles, making it bunch up a little, tightening gently around the finger.
Karnal didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know what was being said now, either.

Welcome. Please come inside.

“Only too happy to oblige, sexy,” the tiger answered. He twisted his finger a little, and the
stallion raised his head in a trumpet, and pushed backwards once more. But it wasn’t a
fingering he wanted. Not really. Karnal took the invitation, pulling his finger out and
instantly replacing it with his mouth. He could fit his lips around the entire protruding
muscle, allowing his tongue to slide into the winking middle and push deeper. His eyes
closed, and he made a deep, thrumming sound of pleasure. He loved how Zaggy’s ass
tasted. Musky, and earthy, and... horse. Just pure horse. His paws slapped onto his stallion's
rump, one on either side, and he grunted with happiness as he dug into the equine with
huffed, slobbering actions.

The horse whinnied when he felt his owner begin to rim him. He belly-slapped, the sound of
flesh against flesh echoing around the rocky cleft even as Karnal’s tongue dug into a fleshy
one. His tongue pushed through the first barrier and made the tiger's hips jerk when the
electric taste of stallion flooded his taste buds. "Oh...mmmhf...Zaggy..." he said breathlessly,
when he pulled back for a moment to take a breath. "Why have we waited so long... oh,
fuck I've missed this...can't wait to..." He gave up on the sentence and pushed back into his
stud, the horse meeting his attentions with equal and opposite force. Karnal's entire face
was buried in stallion ass, and his paws tightened against the muscled rump whenever he
wanted the stallion to push back extra-hard. That way, he could get as much tongue inside
him as possible. The muscles of the equine's tunnel wrapped around his tongue like a hug,
squeezing back when he pressed against them. It was so hot, so musky inside the horse. He
was in heaven.

The small deer that the tiger had seen earlier came wandering out of the brush, unnoticed
by the two lovers. It froze, unsure of what to make of the sight of what looked like a six-
legged creature, snorting and grunting and writhing in the water, swaying back and forward.
When the creature appeared to split into two and gave a feral, predatory cry, the deer
decided it wasn't all that thirsty after all, and fled.

Karnal pulled back from the horse's ass, and looked hungrily at his work. The stallion anus
was soaking wet, tiger spittle both coating it and drooling out of it, and stretched just wide
enough to see a little of the interior. This would do. Karnal took a few seconds to jerk his
painfully hard cock as he looked at the pulsing, leaking hole, easing the burning need in his
loins a little. He walked back around to the stallion’s front, and when the soft nose pressed
into him, gave it a kiss. “I want to paint your asshole white, stud,” he growled. The horse
nickered and flagged his tail again. He might not know what his owner was saying, but he
knew that tone. He liked that tone. “Good boy,” Karnal said, and took the reins, to lead the
horse out of the water. There was a ledge of rock a short distance away, and he left Zaggy in
front of it, his ass facing it, before walking around and clambering up onto it. The height was
perfect. He stood behind the stallion, one paw on equine rump, and one on his own dick. A
single click with his tongue, and Zaggy moved back. The stallion’s skin was quivering now
with endless shivers of anticipation, and the slapping of his cock was like a metronome.
Karnal used it as his rhythm when he lined his cock up with the hole, and pushed in hard.

The tiger roared, and the horse screamed. Birds took to the air, and the sounds echoed
around the rocky walls. Karnal’s mind went fuzzy, and he forgot anything except the
exquisite warm wetness of his stallion’s hole. It really had been far, far too long since they
had last done this. He was grateful that his cock had no barbs; with the way they fucked,
they would have been very painful for his stallion. As it was, he could press inwards without
resistance. His forward motion was matched once again by the horse pushing back, trying to
get as much of his owner’s penis inside him as he could. Zaggy was nickering constantly
now, the sound he made when particularly aroused. Getting fucked was one of his favourite
things. His steel beam of a cock was almost parallel to his belly, and dripping endless onto
the dusty ground like rain. Every belly slap sent a fine mist of it floating off. Karnal was
certain these sands had never seen a shower like this before.

It didn’t take long for Karnal to hilt inside the stallion. His mount was well-trained to take
the tiger’s cock by now. When he felt his furred balls meeting the stallion’s taint, he sighed,
and laid forward across his back. “Love your ass so much, Zaggy,” he whispered to the
horse, flexing his cock and feeling the ass muscles flex back. Even after years of regular
fucking, his stallion still felt as tight as the first day he’d slipped inside him. The marvellous
heat of him took it to the next level. The tiger always took a moment to savour this special
union, to celebrate the unique bond they’d built — before really celebrating it. With a good,
hard, bestial fuck.

He pushed himself upright again, and pulled back until only his cockhead remained inside.
Zaggy rumbled deeply as the cock withdrew, and squealed when the tiger shoved it all back
in. Karnal also cried out again as he was enveloped, and one hand took hold of the horse’s
tail for support, lifting it out of the way. He yanked his cock back out, then drove in once
more, deep as he could, until hair met fur. The horse needed this every bit as much as he
did: if Karnal paused more than a second after pulling back, the horse would shove his own
ass backwards to swallow him again. The tiger’s pace sped up, and with it, the horse’s
noises. Karnal had never heard other stallions make the same sorts of noises that Zaggy did
when he was being fucked. They were sounds of pure pleasure: animalistic snorts, and
guttural rumbles, and squeals that started high and ran down into rumbled coughs and
whinnies.

Not that the tiger was silent through any of it, either. How could he be? Fucking Zaggy was a
torrent of feelings, a glorious assault on every sense he had. He looked down on the
stallion’s broad back, admiring the play of muscle under his sable hair. The air was hot and
dusty, but that same lack of moisture made it easy to smell the stallion’s precum. It meant
that every breath he took came with a reminder of how much his partner was enjoying this.
At the same time, his mouth still carried the tang of the stallion’s cock’ he swirled his tongue
about to spread it. And above it all, the sheer ecstasy radiating from his dick as he fucked his
stallion with wild abandon.

Silence in the face of all that was an impossibility.

“Ahhhh…. yes, boy, push harder…oh fuck, stud, you’re so fucking tight…good
boy…nnnhhh…” Precum and spit made a juicy mixture that flicked out on every backstroke,
splattering onto the tiger’s fur and the stallion’s thighs. “I love fucking you, Zaggy, you’re
such a gorgeous horse…you like it boy, huh…yeah you do…” He pulled the tail towards him
and buried his nose in it, desperate to be even closer to his lover. “Oh, fuck yes,” he sighed,
“you sexy hung stud…getting fucked by your tiger daddy…gonna fill you with my
kittens…and suck them right out again…”

The speed of his fucking increased, his full, pink length only visible for a fraction of a second
at a time between thrusts. His balls were slapping against the horse hard enough for it to be
painful, but the tiger embraced it. That was simply how it was when studs fucked. Intense.
Explosive. And when the pain eventually stopped — as his balls retracted — he knew he was
getting close.

“Ohhh…I’m close, boy, I’m gonna…oh fuck, Zaggy, yeah, gonna paint your ass, stud…push
back, c’mon, push into me, stud, slut…gimme that ass…” He pulled on the tail to encourage
the horse to press back even more, and when he did, he thrust in deep, and stayed there.
Both paws slapped down onto the horse’s back, as far as he could reach, and his arms
tensed. His body was shaking, and he hissed, then gave an ear-splitting, yowling cry as his
every nerve in his body caught fire, and he began spurting into the stallion’s passage. Weeks
of thick, backed-up tiger spunk pumped into the horse with a series of powerful blasts.
Zaggy whinnied back at him, his ass muscles churning around the spurting cock within him,
and the combined melody of their rutting filled the desert.

When he was spent, Karnal suddenly felt so weak that he would have fallen over if he
wasn’t leaning into Zaggy, his cock still inside the stallion. His muscles were like jelly, he was
hyperventilating, and felt lightheaded. He was suddenly aware of the fact that he hadn't
eaten since the day before. Well, luckily, he was about to have a small meal. He braced his
legs and took a step back from the horse, letting his softening cock slide out: a sated, sleepy,
pink worm, streaked with white. The stallion's anus pressed shut as soon as the penis was
out, and Karnal patted his rump, making him nicker. "Good boy...I've not forgotten, don't
worry...I promised, I know..."

He got down from the rocky ledge with a lot more care than he'd climbed up originally, and
walked a little distance away, clucking to get Zaggy to follow. The stallion did, and even
turned to offer his ass up to the tiger with a practised motion. The stallion loved being
fucked more than almost anything, but there was one thing he liked even more — and so
did Karnal. Licking his lips, feeling his mind clearing a bit from the overpowering orgasm, he
stepped close and buried his face in the horse's ass once more — except this time, there
was a tangy tiger filling to be enjoyed as well. The feline didn't know what felt different for
the horse when he was rimming him after a fuck — as opposed to before — but the stallion
almost went berserk. His head jerked around like a crazy thing, he stamped his hoof, and he
slapped his belly with wild abandon until Karnal slipped a hand between his legs, under his
balls, and gripped the flare. He had to stretch to reach it. His other hand fondled the
stallion's balls, and through it all his tongue licked him out. For the stallion had not yet cum,
and stallions must always cum.

This was how all their favourite sessions ended. Karnal buried in his stallion's ass, fondling
his magnificent instruments. The tiger's large paws were the ideal size to fit around the
stallion's flare — more proof of how perfect they were for one another — and his rough
pads stimulated the spongy flesh delightfully as he squeezed and twisted and did whatever
other motions made his partner shiver in lust. The stallion’s fat balls in their leathery sack
were already half-risen from the extended bout of lovemaking, and they rode up faster still
as his master’s tongue dug inside and cleaned him out, enjoying the mingled tastes of tiger
and horse. Squeeze, and fondle, and lick…repeat…harder, harder, faster, deeper…

When the stallion froze for a moment, the tiger knew, and pushed his tongue as deep as he
could. He loved this part. A second later, the big equine bellowed with all his might. The
muscles of his powerful anus collapsed like a dying sun around the tiger’s tongue, the penis
in Karnal’s paw felt like it had doubled in size, and then it was hit with a jet of something
that filled the dry air with a potent new smell. Stallion cum. The horny tiger’s ambrosia. He
moaned and huffed into the ass as his tongue was pressed on all sides, snorting in deep
breaths that smelled of musk, and cum, and male horse. More jets of cum followed the first,
first soaking his paw and then draining off it, splattering onto the ground until the final,
gooey expulsion hit his paw and stuck there, oozing between his fingers. The vise around his
tongue loosened, and the huge stallion cock began to shrink.

The stallion was satisfied.

Karnal fell to his knees and sighed happily. In front of him, the stallion cock hung limp and
shrunken, with folds of skin forming around it like a concertina as it slid up into its sheath.
The last dribbles of cum formed long, gooey stalactites from the tip, and the tiger held a
paw out to catch them and lick it up. Delicious, of course. On days when he didn’t feel like
fucking the horse — or when the horse didn’t demand it himself — he loved to masturbate
him, catch it in a glass, and drink the hot, pungent liquid straight from the source. He licked
up the rest from his paw, enjoying the stickiness, and then got to his feet with a groan. With
his body’s second-most pressing need attended to, he realised how sore he was. And
hungry. And thirsty, again. And in need of another clean. But it had been worth it.

He patted Zaggy, who had lowered his head and was cropping at some young grass shoots,
the tiger completely forgotten for the moment. “We’re not going to struggle to keep
ourselves entertained while we’re here, that’s for sure, huh, boy?” he said thoughtfully.
“Daily schedule…have breakfast, go for a walk, fuck until we pass out, then dinner, then
more fucking.” An agreeable nicker in response made the tiger smile. He walked back to the
saddlebags and dug out some dried meat, settling down with his back against the tree and
stretching his legs out as he ate. He thought again of the gems he would sell, and of finally
being free. Able to do whatever he liked — whatever he and Zaggy liked. He yawned,
showing a maw full of teeth. Sex always made him sleepy. They’d move to a huge estate, for
sure. With lots of space for the stallion to run around. They’d go riding, and get a few more
horses to keep the stallion company. He could plant a few crops, perhaps…

His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was about how the oasis must surely be used by
others. Other lone explorers, travellers, fortune seekers. Out on their own, same as him,
with only their mounts for company. He wondered if any had their own close bonds with
their stallions.

He wondered if any would stop by during the weeks they’d be resting here.