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Sausage for Breakfast

Dustafyer rolled over in his bed, his body tangling itself within the silk bed sheets. A faint, salty and meaty scent tickled his nostrils as a gentle sizzle echoed through the halls of the cabin. Three of his senses were inundated with a pleasure that coaxed a deep-chested purr from him as he writhed in the middle of the bed he shared with his partner, August. Only, August wasn't there.

The auburn stallion had crawled out of bed early and was in the kitchen cooking up something for breakfast for the two of them. He did this most days, though he liked to mix it up a bit and try different things every day. This was even more true since the pair of them were on holidays and were spending the week at the cabin deep in the Vast Emerald Wood by the shores of Great Sapphire Lake. Of course, there was no special occasion like a honeymoon or anything, August just loved treating the feline to a good time and did everything he could to make Dustafyer happy. He always succeeded.

He waited in bed, knowing that if he stayed long enough August would eventually bring him breakfast in bed. He was tired, and since he was feline he was prone to wanting to nap or sleep in as often as he could; a vacation was about as good a reason as any to indulge himself. However, after enjoying the scents of breakfast food wafting through the cabin for long enough, he decided it would be nicer of him if he offered to help. He loved it when August doted upon him, but he didn't like taking advantage of his mate like that.

Reluctantly, he flipped the covers off himself and rolled to his feet, rubbing his eyes clear of the scummies that had accumulated overnight before standing up and stretching, fully nude. In public he often wore clothes, but in the privacy of his own cabin retreat he felt no need to do so.

The feline made his way down the hallway, each step silent as an owl's wings as he snuck his way to the kitchen. He wasn't actually trying to be silent, but compared to the stomps of a stallion's hooves, he may as well be hovering. He used this to his advantage as he approached the kitchen.

Upon making his way to the last bit of hallway where it connected to the dining room, he found himself gifted a rather pleasant view. August hadn't noticed him arrive and was casually swaying to the sounds of some music as he cooked breakfast on the stove. His tail was up high and the hair upon it as well as his mane were both swishing back and forth with every movement. He wore only an apron to cover his front from the bacon sizzle, his entire back end was exposed.

So naturally, Dustafyer couldn't help but enjoy the view for a bit. The image of his partner's booty swaying happily was exactly the sort of thing he wanted to wake up to; well, that and breakfast in bed. Both were quite nice as far as he was concerned.

Rather than alert August to his presence, he tiptoed over and was about to pounce only to be caught, somehow, by the stallion simply addressing him.

"Breakfast is almost ready, my dear." He said with a soft voice, never looking away from the stove where the eggs simmered and the bacon sizzled.

This threw Dustafyer off enough that he stumbled and awkwardly leaned against the kitchen island between them. "What? H-how did you know I was here? I was super quiet!"

"Reflections." He responded with a hint of remorse. "Didn't mean to ruin your fun or anything, I just saw your reflection in the glass at the back of the stove. You are a sneaky, sneaky kitty, though." He turned and leaned over to pull Dustafyer into a big, warm hug, where he grinned and lipped the feline's ears. "But if you'd like, I can go back to cooking and you can pounce me, if that's what yo-"

"N-no. It's alright." Dustafyer interjected, then stood up straight in August's arms with a sense of self-assurance. "So what all are you makin'? It all smells so very good, I must say." He twitched his nose and flicked his whiskers to tickle the stallion's cheek.

August nickered at him and kissed the feline on the forehead before turning back around at the stove to flip the bacon. "Just the usual. Bacon, some eggs, toast, and some hashbrowns if you want them. I was thinking for breakfast, though, I could give you some sausage." He deliberately kept his gaze focused on the food in front of him, not turning to face Dustafyer as he explained.

Dustafyer, not quite picking up on the innuendo, tried peeking around August to see what he meant. "I don't see any sausage, you just said bacon and hash browns and eggs. Do you want me to get some sausage from the fridge?" He pointed towards the appliance, eagerly inviting himself there.

But August wasn't willing to give up on the innuendo. "N-no hun. I have the sausage right here. Don't you see?" He turned a bit to show the front of the apron, which had a faintly visible bulge.

So faint, in fact, that Dustafyer didn't even notice it. His mind was so bogged down by the morning ritual that he could think only of food and hadn't even considered that August was flirting with him. "I see only bacon. Is this one of your ploys?"

"No ploy." August assured him with a whinny and a grunt as he turned back to the food. "Just being silly, is all. Come on, I'll make you a plate, mmkay?" He hurriedly plucked some of the bacon from the pan and laid it down on a plate that had some paper towel, grabbed two square plates of vastly different sizes from the cupboard, opened the drawer to take a pair of forks and a pair of knives, and laid them both down on the island next to Dustafyer. He used the tongs to start making up the plates when Dustafyer leaned into him and gave him a hug.

This caught him off guard a bit, but he happily reciprocated by wrapping his arms around his feline companion, holding him tight for a moment, then returning to the island with the plates. He managed to finish only Dustafyers before giving his partner a nuzzle on the cheek and a kiss on the forehead to show his affection while also subtly angling his hips so that his feline companion would have a hard time not noticing the bulge that was forming.

By some miracle - one probably bestowed upon him by the goddess of slumber - Dustafyer still didn't pick up on what August was trying to do. He just nuzzled back, began to purr, and turned around to enjoy the meal. Nude or not, his belly was speaking for him and in that brisk moment he was clueless to the reality of his partner's flirtation.

He bent over the table while purring gently, occasionally glancing back to smile at August to show thanks for the meal. After tasting the first bite, his purring intensified and his tail started to twitch and sway in waves behind him, a display of his happiness. Of course, this only grew even more intense as he felt a light pat on his rump given to him by August. Once again, the feline didn't quite pick up on the innuendo and instead kept waving his rump, swaying it with aplomb right into August's waiting flank, tail up and curled over his back.

This was when August decided it was time to make his move and stop holding back. He and Dustafyer had a very close relationship and he'd never consider taking advantage of his companion, but he needed him to know his intentions so he wasted no time in grabbing the base of his feline partner's tail as he leaned into him, bulge pressing between Dustafyer's rump cheeks.

Dustafyer paused and raised his head, strip of bacon still dangling from his lip. He glanced back and smiled as a deeper purr emanated from his chest. "Someone's in the mood!" He crooned.

August smiled back and leaned over his smaller friend, deliberately doing all he could do keep his hips at the same level as Dustafyer's - a task even though the feline was standing on a small ledge to give him half a meter of height. There was a significant difference in size between them, but that only made Dustafyer even more comfortable with August because the stallion was known to be very protective of those he considered part of the herd.

And yet, despite how obvious August had been and how forthright he'd grown throughout the breakfast sharing, Dustafyer still hadn't picked up on the innuendo. He knew the stud was in a frisky mood - he often was - but hadn't put the two parts of his flirtation together. Still, he pushed back and clenched his rump cheeks to squeeze the stallion's bulge between them.

Only once August peeled his apron to the side and started grinding his actual sheath up against Dustafyer's booty hole did the feline finally clue in. "O-oh, that's what you meant by sausage..." He trailed off, feeling foolish and a little embarrassed by this too-late revelation.

But naturally, August was not one to tease or be cruel. "We can call it brunch, if you wish." He assured via a whisper into Dustafyer's ear. He was leaning over his partner with all his body, studly warmth emanating from his chest to the feline's back as his member grew and unfolded from his sheath to smear his musky fluid between his partner's cheeks.

With the scent emanating from between them, Dustafyer had no choice but to whimper and squeak as his cock slowly stiffened and began leaking precum onto the dining room floor. He widened his stance and dipped the small of his back for the best angle while actively pushing back against the steadily growing stallion cock that got audibly squished between them, smearing fluids all over him.

In truth, Dustafyer felt a little silly, bent over the table with the plate of breakfast food right under his face and August struggling to squat down behind him in order to get the best angle. He wanted to do something, to change things up a bit, but trusted his partner to take control. August was always a sweetheart of a stud and never went too far despite being so much bigger than Dustafyer. In their relationship, he had never hurt the feline even though his cock - when fully erect - was as big around as Dustafyer's upper thigh! It was amazing how malleable the flesh of a relaxed lover could be.

And August never stopped prioritizing Dustafyer's comfort and happiness even as he began easing his cock into the feline's booty. He leaned down close, lipped at his partner's ear so that his warm breath tickled the fur there, he kept one hand tight on the end of his expanding member to keep it under control while his other hand cradled Dustafyer's chest, and went as slow and steady as could be.

Dustafyer loved this more than anything else. The size, the smell, the hot breath on hs ears, and most importantly the care that the stallion offered him. Most studs would just pump and run, deposit their seed and move on, but not August. No, his stallion was as well-measured and kind as could be. A slow, gentle lover who somehow managed to hold off until his partners came first.

That's why it didn't surprise Dustafyer one bit when August - now fully erect - managed to squeeze his throbbing cock tip up against his puckered rump hole, smearing precum around and rolling it in place until its spongy mass managed to squeeze through the opening and lurch inward, expanding inside. The sudden burst of pressure and friction made Dustafyer bare his fangs, roaring cutely as he dipped his spine and pushed back to show he wanted more.

Problem was that even with the ledge he stood upon, that discrepancy in size between them ensured that August couldn't quite get the right angle. Sure, he tried, but it wasn't easy. Knowing this, he leaned in close again and lipped Dustafyer's ear to loosen him up. "H-hey, mind if I hoist you up on the counter? It'd make this a whole lot easier." He insisted, but then waited for a response to act.

All Dustafyer could do was glance back with that toothy grin of his and nod excitedly. This was enough to tell August he was free to do as he would. He even blushed a bit knowing that such a large stud could have taken him and done as he willed without asking but chose to seek permission, first. There were few things in all the skies above and depths below as comforting as that.

Taking in this encouragement, August cradled Dustafyer's belly from either side and hoisted him up, forcing the feline's body to push the plate of breakfast to the side. With his cock still firmly planted inside kitty rump, he let go and let his member hold Dustafyer up as he peeled the apron off and tossed it to the side. Now fully nude, there was nothing between them and nothing stopping August from having his way with the kitty; not like Dustafyer would have protested.

Once he had the upper hand and Dustafyer's body was pretty much entirely on the counter, August stroked the kitty's back, using his thick fingers to knead his muscles in a manner that was not only affectionate but also served to hold Dusty in place as he eased himself in deeper. His cock was only mostly erect, so it had a bit of give and the skin texture that lined it was wrinkling easily and the length wiggled a bit as it wormed its way in deeper. As August held Dusty in place, he gently eased himself forth, wriggling his hips from side to side to better feel his length disappear into the kitty.

Dustafyer loved every second of it and did what he could to aid his stallion companion by relaxing and arching his back. However, as soon as he did that, he felt a bulge form in his belly as the much larger stud's member pressed out against his abdominal wall from within. He could feel the soft, spongy tissue of the equine's head forming a distinct shape, but it wasn't defined enough to indicate that August was ready to flare out and finish up. He never finished first, no matter how excited he got.

Instead, he slowly pushed in as deep as he could go, the blunt tip of his cock travelling up the kitty's belly to his chest before pausing and taking it in for a moment. The warmth of feline booty clenched tight around his cock was divine, and the throbbing he felt as their hearts beat in unison was exactly the sort of connection they both liked to feel. Not only was it pleasant to gently pump his length in and out of Dustafyer, but the kitty was working with him, clenching on the way out to milk him.

Although August was concentrating most of his effort on ensuring his bucking was controlled and pleasant for Dustafyer, the feline was just lost in the aura of pleasure that came with the familiar stretched-out sensation of being mated by a stallion. His rump was expanded to full capacity, but August was so gentle with him that he hardly noticed just how distended the flesh under his tail had grown. For the most part, he was just trying his best to concentrate on the warmth of connection and the building pleasure in his loins that came from having an expanding stallion flare grinding against his prostate and every other feature of his bowels.

The two of them kept at one another, with August grinding his hips in rhythmic thrusting motions, each one perfectly in time with the motions of the rest of his body while Dustafyer did the best he could to match August's every movement, angling his hips to always ensure the most friction. All the while, August kept himself somewhat soft to ensure he wasn't hurting his partner, but Dustafyer was doing all he could to coax the most out of his stallion partner.

As Dustafyer clenched down with all his might, he felt that familiar swell that told him that August was about to finish. He knew, instinctively, that the stallion would hold off as best he could and do all in his power to not climax before Dustafyer. He was so considerate, but as a result Dustafyer tried his best to come to climax on his own terms so that August wasn't left straining to hold back.

He arched his back and pushed against August so that his rump swallowed up every bit of that massive equine member, booty cheeks pressed tight against studly thighs and tail pressed tight between the stallion's chiseled abs. He wanted it all, he knew he could handle it all, and this was the only way to convince August that he not only could take it but that he needed it hard and fast.

Fortunately, August knew this indication and used it to scoop up Dustafyer in a full-bodied hug, powerful arms wrapped around the feline's chest but not around the belly where the bulge pushed out, and he hoisted the kitty up once more. This time, he kept his partner vertical so that he could nuzzle his cheeks, lip at his ear fur, and hold him in place while he bucked.

Given that this was the plan, Dustafyer's pleasure quickly hit its plateau as the stallion's throbbing flare ground against his prostate! He purred deeply for seconds before his own bobbing member started erupting with strands of cummy mess exploding in all directions.

At the same time, within seconds of realizing he would no longer be first to finish, August allowed himself to let loose! His flare exploded inside Dustafyer and pumped load after load of stallion seed into the kitty's rump with so much of it erupting and building pressure that spurts of it started splashing out from between feline rump and stallion cock flesh to make a mess on the floor and all over his thighs.

August held his partner in a half nelson, powerful biceps holding the kitty up while his massive flare throbbed and formed a clearly defined bulge in Dustafyer's belly. He bucked a few more times as the pair of them allowed their climaxes to recede before finally relaxing and collapsing over the table, chests heaving and loins tingling with mutual pleasure.

Dustafyer purred and gave August a kiss on the cheek before clenching his booty in an attempt to hold in as much of his stud's ejaculate. "I think I get what you mean by sausage for breakfast, now. Tell me, dear, would you humour me with a taste?" He reached back as he spoke, cradling the base of the stallion's cock to guide its retracing length from his depths. "Just one taste, then we can have this lovely meal you made for us."

Rather than answer, August gave Dustafyer a kiss on the cheek and leaned back, cock tugging out of the feline as it folded back into its sheath. He was soaked in their combined fluids and needed only expose himself to Dustafyer to invite the kitty to clean him up. "As you wish."