First Visit to the Farmer's View

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Draconicon is recommended to head down to the Farmer's View, an equine-based strip club for a night of fun. He decides to give it a shot.

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First Visit to the Farmer's View

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By Draconicon

"So, this is the Farmer's View..."

Draconicon cocked his head back, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked up at the new strip club that had popped up overnight on the border of the Red Light District. Not that there was anything special about that; his city had a way of 'generating' naughty things overnight that verged on the supernatural, and might actually be. He hadn't done a cull of sexual spirits and demons for a while, and there might be some new cabal or other that was trying to generate enough magical energy for some cockamamie plan or other.

But that was secondary. Anything that might come of that could be handled as and when it came up. He was here to relax, and Ellyra had recommended this place quite highly.

And he could see why. The Farmer's View looked like exactly the kind of place that an equine would appreciate, considering that the front door looked like a door into a stable or barn. The front door was painted bright red and white, and neon yellow hay hung from the windows as if giving invitation to those that would eat it. The roof swept out and over the patio in a major way, giving much shade during the day and cover during the night for those that wanted to sit on the rocking chairs out front. Waiters and service horses moved between the small tables outside, serving drinks and snacks to those that didn't want the adult services, though the service employees were quite scantily dressed, with most wearing no more than leather thongs and speedos.

He smiled at the way that they showed off with such eagerness, shaking his head. They were nice, but he wanted the full experience. If they were going to last out here, they needed the dragon's stamp of approval, and he would only give that if they were good enough at the adult industry to impress him.

As soon as he stepped forward and put one toe on the patio, the door to the club opened and a new horse stepped out. This one was brown-furred, soft and well-groomed to the point that the neon lights made him look a little on the oil-slick side. He had generous hips, though not quite enough to be called large, and he was dressed in a harness with reins and a bit hanging down from his chin. He was still in the process of pulling them on as he darted over to the dragon, balls and sheath dangling and bobbing as he ran over.

"Pardon, sir, pardon. We didn't know you were coming," the stallion said.

"Heh, you never will. I like to make my visits a surprise."

"Truly, sir, truly. May I welcome you to the Farmer's View. My name is Ajay, and I will be your host for the evening."

"Host?" Draconicon arched an eyebrow. "Shouldn't that be the building's job?"

"Ah, sir. I am here to make sure that your night is as good as it can be. Our hosts are assigned to the VIP guests to ensure that they get everything that they need, and have the choicest of picks of our employees and dancers."

"Ah, so, you're like that kind of worker that gets assigned to the whales in Vegas?"

"Something akin to that, sir. I hope that you are not offended by me. It is my second night, and -"

"Heh, it's alright." Draconicon held up a hand, both stopping Ajay from over-explaining and then patting him on the shoulder. "You should do fine."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you."

"Shall we go inside?"

"Yes, sir. Do you prefer me with the bit in, or -"

"Can you talk with it in?"

"...I haven't learned how yet, sir."

"Then leave it out. Lead on."

As Ajay bowed in obeisance, Draconicon glanced back and forth. The other horses were keeping side-eyes on their brown-furred colleague, probably hoping that he wasn't going to fuck this up for them. He caught the energy, nervous but supportive, and he chuckled under his breath. They really were nervous about him being here. Well, sometimes that nervousness could be a good thing, pushing people to do better than they normally would. It remained to be seen if that would be the case here, but he hoped it would be.

Ajay turned around, and Draconicon followed him through the front doors. As soon as they stepped through, he was slapped across the face with the raunchy smell of hot dancers, body-sweat, and the rougher, earthier musk of something more sensual. He didn't have to look around to know that there were males coupling in the club; the smell alone confirmed it.

To his credit, his host didn't hesitate. The mostly-naked stallion led the way forward, walking past the imitation stalls where people left their coats and other accessories and toward the far end of the entry hall. Draconicon glanced back and forth, checking their security and found it to his liking. Each stall was guarded by a rather grumpy-looking donkey, though from the looks of things, the donks got their own back. One of them had an intruder pinned beneath a hoof and getting sucked off in the process.

Good choice of security.

They left the entry hall of stalls behind and stepped into the main room. It was different from the traditional strip club, as it lacked any sort of main catwalk for strippers to walk down. Instead, there were stall-cages in the rafters, each one well-lit from below, and the strippers danced up there, each cage having a pole that led down to a cluster of tables.

"How's this work?" Draconicon asked.

"Oh, it's simple enough. Each dancer has a part of the room that they're responsible for. Someone can tip them from below, and every time that the tips reach a certain amount, the floor to the dancer's cage opens, and they take the pole down to the table. They keep dancing as long as the money keeps up, and when it dries up, they get to ride back up."

"Ahhhh, I see, I see."

"Is...that good?" Ajay asked, hesitating as they passed one of the tables. "I mean, we want to make sure that the dancers don't get treated too much like meat, but at the same time -"

"Ajay. Ajay. Just...relax." He smiled. "I'm not an inspector."

"Well, sir, to be fair, you're worse."

"Heh, I guess. But I'm just here to have a good time. So long as I get a good time, you'll stay open."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

They really were too nervous. Then again, he supposed that he did cut an intimidating figure. He was as tall, if not taller than most of the equine performers, and any dragon had a certain amount of muscle that just came with the territory of being a dragon. He loomed over everyone, and he knew from experience that the black scales and white eyes combination tended to make it hard for anyone to look him in the eye for long. They all got scared off, sure that they were going to offend him.

"So, do I get a booth, or -"

"Ah, sir, you have access to a VIP room. I - ah, I was going to lead you there, but if you would prefer a public table -"

"No, no, the VIP room is fine. Lead on."

Ajay bowed again, turning to go back to his work. It was quite the view, watching that brown-furred rump swaying from side to side as he walked through the strip club. Draconicon shook his head, looking at that point where the flesh turned black between the cheeks, where that prominent donut pucker pushed out from the cheeks and all but called for anyone to reach out and take it.

And that's why I love horses...

Well, one of many reasons, he supposed. Their asses were hot, their size was hot, the ones that had feet instead of hooves were hotter, but there was something about those bestial, puffy puckers that always spoke to him. He just swore up and down that there was something different about them, something almost magical that made him want to just get up and fuck those little donuts and make them stretch all the more.

He growled deep down in his throat as he followed Ajay past the various clusters of tables, avoiding the occasional server that walked on all fours between them. The stallions on-duty tonight were wearing saddles on their backs that served as trays for the drinks and snacks that they brought to the tables, stabilized by a rod that went over their backs and were plugged into their asses and sucked on at the mouth.

Very sensual...

They left the main room behind, following a narrow hallway towards the back rooms. Each one was marked with a number and a horseshoe on the door, and they stopped at #7. Draconicon smiled.

"Lucky number 7, huh?"

"Lucky for us, too, we hope," Ajay admitted, opening the door. "I hope that this pleases you, sir."

Inside the room was a stripper pole that ran up from the center of the floor to the ceiling. There were breeding posts on either side of it, fitted with bondage straps and of such a height that a stallion could be bent over it and strapped in place with ease. The dragon smiled to himself as he walked around the pole and took a seat on the broad, horseshoe-shaped couch. As he spread his arms over the back of it, he cocked his head to the side.

"Just one question. Is this a stallion-only club, or -"

"Ah, no sir. There are mares that work here, but this is a stallion night. We alternate by threes; stallions, mares, and mixed. Ah, oh, sorry, sir, should we have had mares available? Did we not sign it well enough? Did we -"

"Ajay. Please, for the love of all that is sexy, calm down. I'm just asking so I know, that's all."

"I'm trying, sir, I'm trying."

"Look. Just...tell me what you have for tonight, hmm? What's the VIP entitled to?"

"Anything that they are willing to pay for, sir. Those in the main room are only allowed petting of the employees, but in the VIP rooms, you can push for as much as you want. Within reason, of course. There are some employees that will take it as far as you like, but there are some that will stop it at the BDSM style of things."

"That's fine with me. Do you have a - heh, of course you do."

The nervous but efficient Ajay procured a menu from the side of the couch, and the dragon took it. The stallion stood at his side, ass slightly pushed out, and he took the cue for what it was.

"Ah...ah..."

Ajay moaned as the dragon fondled that rounded rump with one hand, flicking through the menu with the other. There were a number of stallions on display in the short thing, perhaps three dozen males on offer. Some were bigger, some smaller, but they ranged from six feet tall to just under seven feet, and they were organized by name first, cock-size second.

Heh, I suppose a lot of bottoms come here...

He saw that most of the horses had pretty good-sized cocks, ranging from eight inches on the small end to some that almost equaled him. They also showed whether the dancer had a true horse-cock complete with sheath and flare, or if they were limited to having a sheathed cock that was still more humanoid, or if it was more of a free-dangler. Lots of options there, and -

Draconicon smirked as he looked down the profiles of the horses a bit further. Some of them even came with 'enhancements', probably some cock rings that would make them bigger if someone was willing to shell out the money to pay for the magic. Those ones had cocks that would reach up to thirty-six inches, which was probably for the mega-bottoms that came down to the Farmer's View.

But that wasn't what he was here for. He was here for the other side of things.

As he slowly slid a finger past Ajay's pucker, getting a moan from the shy stallion in the process, he turned the page. Right at the top of the last page on the menu was a stallion that finally held his interest.

The name was 'Kanta,' and the profile picture showed him a dark-furred stallion with 'goggles' over his eyes, white and clear. He was one of the bigger horses in the front and back, and had a smirk that stayed teasing rather than cocky in his picture. Draconicon nodded to himself, tapping it.

"This one."

"Which...which one, sir? I...I am...distracted..."

"Heh, come here."

He twirled his finger slightly, and the pressure on the stallion's prostate made his cock slowly rise from his sheath as the dragon turned him around. By the time that Ajay was looking down at the menu rather than straight ahead, his cock was half-hard and the flare was getting more and more prominent. Draconicon pretended not to notice as he lifted the menu up for easier inspection.

"This one. Kanta."

"Ah...ah, that one...that one is expensive, sir."

"I know. I'll still take him."

"If...if you're sure. He comes with - ah - he comes with...with a student...learning with him - ah!"

It was rather cute to see that Ajay was so dedicated to his job as a host that he was still trying to speak through the fingering. Having two thick, scaly digits up his ass was probably doing him no favors, either, considering that both of them were ramming right up to his prostate every time, grinding on it before curling and pulling out to maintain maximum contact. He nodded.

"I'm fine with that."

"T-then if - ah - if I - mmph - may?"

"Yes, yes, you may."

The stallion was almost regretful as he slid off the dragon's fingers, a feeling that was shown by the sheer tightness of his hole as he slid backward. The slurping sound as he slid off the dragon's digits was just that much hotter, though.

Draconicon smiled, wiping his fingers on his jeans as the horse ran off. He imagined that Ajay was still getting used to someone just casually molesting him like that, but he supposed that it was probably also the fact that he was trying his best for someone that had the authority to not just shut them down, but do far worse to the employees if he was displeased.

Not that he planned to do anything of the sort. Maiyone might be his city, and he might have more authority over it than the traditional mayor or old-style lord, but that didn't mean that he used it that way. He just liked having the option to do things.

"Kanta, hmm?"

He looked at the menu again, taking a second look at the big horse. He imagined that the picture had been slightly doctored, just like everywhere else, and tried to guess where the horse would come up a bit lacking. Probably in the balls, if anywhere; they were always slightly inflated in pictures, just to make them look bigger. Considering clients would usually order off cock or ass size, they'd probably have left those alone to keep from being sued for false advertising, but there might have been some de-aging in the face, too.

Ah, well. He'd just have to see.

But so far, he was rather pleased with this place. The Farmer's View seemed to have a nice system for how it managed itself, and the employees seemed happy enough for the brief glances that he'd had. Healthy performers, happy workers, and a good environment for them - and a security team that seemed quite happy to do what they needed to do - all spoke good things for them.

He was just getting comfortable, having nudged the button loose on his jeans, when Ajay returned with two other stallions in tow. Draconicon sat up to get a good look at them.

The one that he'd ordered, Kanta, stepped forward with just a hint of sway in his hips. They were large enough that it was probably not entirely intentional, and the closer he got, the more Draconicon was sure that the big black stallion was probably doing something to keep from swaying as much as his body demanded he do. He wore nothing, and he had enough of a sweat-shine to him to suggest that he had been pulled off another job, dancing for someone else and getting rid of his clothes before he was called for the dragon's pleasure.

A glance down told him that he'd been right about the balls being exaggerated, though the stallion's leathery sac didn't have any disappointments waiting. It was still quite hefty, big enough to fill one's hand, but it was not the massive pair of weights hanging down near mid-thigh that the picture had promised. The sheath had already half-emptied the dark, mottled shaft from inside, and the dragon smiled as he looked back up at the stallion's face. Those white goggles around the eyes made the older stallion look rather mature, almost academic, but that smile was anything but professional.

"Good master," Kanta said with a bow. "I am happy to be called to serve you. I am Kanta, and you could not have asked for better tonight."

There was a sort of rich depth to the stallion's voice, flowing and yet still possessed of a slight staccato click to it. The dragon nodded at the exotic nature of the voice, glancing to the other stallion that had joined them.

This one was red-furred with a dark brown mane, and he looked both younger and rounder. While Kanta had a thickness to him that was undeniably masculine, the other one had a sort of swishiness to him, something that made the dragon think that he'd probably grow into something of a femboy performer over time. He had the right thickness in the cheeks and hips, and some to the thighs, but everywhere else was slender and lean. Certainly a more specialized dancer.

"And you?" Draconicon asked.

"I am Jordane, a student of the great Kanta," the younger stallion said, smiling as he swept his hand before him and bowed at the waist. "And I will be most pleased to be allowed, ahem, pleasure you tonight."

So, one that was very professional, and one that was very slutty. He was good with that. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a card, and Ajay took it, disappearing off to the side.

"How shall we serve you, oh dragon?" Kanta asked.

"First, turn. I want to give you both a quick examination."

"Yes, of course. You should be pleased with the flesh you have purchased for the night, after all."

He got the feeling that was said more for Jordane's sake than his. He didn't miss the slight disappointment on the red stallion's face. That one probably wanted to get right to the fucking; he didn't have any subtlety for how he glanced at the dragon's crotch and all but drooled over it.

But they both obeyed. They moved to opposite sides of the stripper pole, running their hands up their bodies together in coordinated fashion. As they did, they both stretched, arching their backs, thrusting their hips forward slightly. Both had the sheath of a horse, but only Kanta had the full horse-style cock. Jordane's shaft rose and curved at the tip, more of a humanoid bell rather than the proper flattened end, but it was still sufficiently horse-sized.

The more that they danced, swaying and turning in place, the more that the dragon's cock throbbed in his pants. He could feel the urge to get up and enjoy them getting stronger and stronger, and he was struggling to keep it down. It would come soon enough, but for now -

They turned, giving him a proper view of their backsides. He cleared his throat.

"Freeze."

They responded immediately. Kanta managed to turn the stiffening motion into an arched and pushed out ass, while Jordane merely froze in place. Noting down the difference in their experience levels, Draconicon slipped off the couch and moved behind the black-furred stallion.

He had a perfect ass as far as the black dragon was concerned. Big, round, and with that puffy pucker that all but begged for penetration and molestation. He ran his fingers around the hole and was immediately rewarded with a beautiful flex, that hole pushing out a little and then clenching tight, promising a perfect ride for any cock that managed to push inside. He smiled as he worked his finger over the rim, teasing that he might slide in, waiting to hear the moan that might show that Kanta was less than professional.

There was none. He was most pleased to see that the horse had some discipline, and he patted the big guy on the ass before moving over to the other stallion.

Jordane had less of a wide ass, but it did pop with a bit more muscle. He gave the cheeks a squeeze, feeling the heft and hardness of them, before running his finger along the other male's taint. The red stallion's balls lifted slightly, and he bit off a moan.

"Heh, not used to it yet?" Draconicon asked.

"Mmmph...I am eager to serve, sir."

"Very eager, judging by the way that you're throbbing already."

"I know what you want. You want our asses. Please, let me serve first. I want that -"

"Ah ah, Jordane," Kanta teased. "You are not the herd stallion. You do not lead. For now, you are but a foal before the true stallion. Let him make his choice."

"Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir."

They had a good working relationship, it seemed. Draconicon smiled, patting the muscular rump before turning back to Kanta. He went so far as to get on his knees behind the bigger horse, giving those cheeks a full squeeze. They gave more than Jordane's, but that softness honestly appealed to him. He pushed them apart, smiling at the line of somehow darker flesh against black fur, and he allowed himself a little bit of satisfaction.

Sticking out his tongue, he dragged the forked tip back from the stallion's balls along his taint. There was a stiffening, but no sound, but it was different this time. There was a sense of restraint rather than professionalism as he teased along that sweaty backside, breathing in the heady musk of a good horse rump.

"Mmm..."

Kanta stiffened a bit further, the pucker so close to the dragon's lips clenching down tight for a moment before it relaxed again. Clearly, it had been a while since he had gotten some lip service back here, and he imagined that Kanta had not expected someone like him to want this.

But that was part of the fun. He loved ass. He loved the sight of it, and there were days when he honestly craved putting his tongue to work back there. There was something about seeing that pucker flex, something about that hot, slightly bitter taste that told him that this was the real, hot stuff. Sure, oral was hot, anal was hot, but there was something about making a bitch squirm under his tongue that just hit an entirely different button.

He flicked his tongue up, tasting the heat around that pucker, and he groaned as he felt it flex against his tongue. Digging his claws into the cheeks, he growled under his breath, flicking his tongue back and forth across that flexing donut, feeling it pull in, then push out, then pull in -

"Ah!"

Draconicon grinned as he drew a moan out of the more professional stallion, wiggling his tongue back and forth past that pucker. It was inside, and he found the horse's prostate in short order. He thrust his tongue forward, tasting that heat and warmth and musk, and he was rewarded with a few short gasps as he tongue-fucked that hole.

He licked, he twisted his tongue, he wiggled it from side to side, and he could feel the tension and shivers that it sent through the big stallion. The dragon smirked, enjoying the feeling of breaking that layer of professional quiet, and he made sure to work him up good and hard before he finally pulled back.

Kanta didn't stumble, to give him credit, but he did shiver from head to toe. Draconicon smiled as he got back to his feet, his cock throbbing hard in his pants, and he took a step back.

"You can turn around now."

They were both fully hard, horse cock and near-horse cock throbbing at attention for him. He smiled as he gave them both a teasing stroke, and then pointed to his own bulge.

"Jordane may unleash it."

"Thank you, sir!"

No sooner was he asked than the red stallion was on his hands and knees, fingers darting for the dragon's zipper. Draconicon smiled to himself, looking up at Kanta. The black stallion was recovering quickly, but he still looked slightly embarrassed at his professionalism being shattered, even for a few seconds. That was something that he'd have to get over. This was the time for pleasure, and there was no need to hold back for that.

As soon as the dragon's zipper came down, his cock came out. No point in underwear this time, and Jordane got a face-full of it. The red stallion gasped, an obvious shiver in his voice.

"Oh, fuck...that's huge...that's...so good..."

Draconicon smiled, gripping his cock at the base as he swayed it for both horses to see. He was possessed of a good thirteen inches down there, hard and thick as a small fist at three inches across. Slapping the head against Jordane's cheek, he left a few little spots of pre-cum on the stallion's face.

"Stand and join your teacher."

The dragon would give them credit. They were both still at least somewhat professional, though it was clear that Kanta was holding himself together better than Jordane. The red stallion was all but drooling for the chance to get some dragon dick, while Kanta had managed to keep his head on straight and put on that teasing smile once more, both wanting and demanding at the same time, offering but not quite taking. It was the right sort of look for someone that knew what they wanted but was putting someone else in the driver's seat, whereas if Jordane had been the one calling the shots, Draconicon would have probably been on his back and getting ridden right then and there.

It was charming, and sexy, and more than a little arousing. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

"Shall we dance for you, or would you like to move to the...main event?" the black-furred stallion asked.

"Oh, I think we have to go to the main event now. You can dance afterward with my seed spilling down your cheeks and thighs."

"Now that would be beautiful, sir."

"Who do you want?" Jordane asked.

"Jordane...patience."

"Mmmph...yes, sir."

"I'm afraid that counts against you, Jordane," Draconicon said, shaking his head. "I'm going to start with Kanta."

The black stallion turned around almost immediately, leaning against one of the breeding posts. Draconicon didn't miss the way that the older horse immediately pushed his cock further down, avoiding thrusting it into the pleasurable breeding hole and instead leaving it to dangle freely. He knew his place, it seemed; he wasn't allowed his pleasure until he was told to take it.

As the dragon moved to stand behind his chosen partner, he couldn't help but admire that ass. It really was a gorgeous work of art, wide and fat, popping out just enough to make it clear that it was there for his pleasure and little more. He stroked the cheeks, parting them. It gave no extra view for the hole, so fat and puffy that it poked past the cheeks even without him playing with them, but there was something about a rippling ass that kept his cock good and stiff.

"Jordane," he said, grinding his cock between those cheeks. "You may use your mouth on me."

"Where, sir?"

"On my balls, I think. I'll start slow so you can get the rhythm. And you may feel free to use your hands on his cock."

"Mmmph..."

"Hmm?"

"I mean, thank you, sir."

"That's better."

As Jordane settled behind him, he waited for the younger stallion to lock his lips around his balls, and he wasn't disappointed. That slightly rubbery feeling of a horse's lips compared to the more shaped feeling of a wolf's muzzle or something else was always rather pleasing, and he smiled as his balls were gummed and licked, teased, lifted, lowered, and most of all, worshiped.

Shaking his head, he leaned back slowly, pulling his hips back enough to allow himself to point his cock down at the waiting pucker. He ground the dripping head against that puffy hole, feeling it flex in for a moment. It almost sucked him in with it, but he waited, grinding on it instead, giving it a moment to push back out.

POP!

Then he pushed himself in, just as it started to open up a little and before it could clench shut again. Kanta gasped, gripping the breeding post all the harder as Draconicon pushed his cock in inch by inch.

"Mmm, pre-lubed, hmm?"

"Mmmph...oh, yes..."

"Good practice," Draconicon muttered, feeling the squelching warmth of long-held lube guiding him further in. He pulled back a few inches, letting some of it dribble out before pushing in again, and again, each time sliding in a bit further. "Almost too much?"

"Only almost..."

That was what he wanted to hear. Even as Jordane moaned and lapped at his balls, it was that slightly sloppy hole that really held his attention. He pushed forward, digging in, taking that ass for his own. It felt so warm and welcoming, the inner walls only tight from his size rather than from any virginal quality of the horse under him. He smiled to himself as he worked himself right to the hilt, finally bringing his balls forward to bounce them against the stallion's own pair, feeling the clenching, tightening feeling around the tip of his cock as he held himself in place.

And then, slowly, he started pulling back. Kanta moaned, the black stallion unable to entirely help himself as the dragon edged his cock further and further back. He took his time, making sure to really savor the feeling of the textured, slightly wrinkled walls inside. That hole had been put to some use, he could tell, marked with cock after cock, or at the very least, toy after toy.

But despite that, his cock still affected the big guy, and that hit home just perfectly. He growled under his breath, hunching forward until he was all but lying over the bound horse. Dragging Kanta's hands to the bondage straps at the far end of the breeding post, he slid in again, growling as he sunk himself in up to the balls once more, arched up on his tiptoes behind the big horse.

"Mmmm, you feel good. You ready to be broken in?" Draconicon whispered.

"I am ready for you to try, sir."

"Mmm, good attitude. I look forward to your moans. You know why I didn't have you put your cock in the post?"

"Why, sir?"

"Because it's so much more fun to pound you until you coat the floor from the sheer joy of my dick."

Kanta's moan and Jordane's whimper of need came at the same time as he ground his hips forward, ensuring that the sheer weight of his cock pressed right up against the horse's prostate. Despite all of Kanta's experience, the stallion still moaned like a mare in heat, pressing his hips back as much as his bindings allowed.

Draconicon started rolling his hips properly. He might have been up on his tiptoes, and he had to deal with someone else gumming at and worshiping his balls, but he knew how to fuck from this position. The big black horse under him moaned as he thrust in, and then louder, and louder as he started to pick up speed.

Time to show these stallions how a dragon fucks...

He growled under his breath, already feeling the first squeezes of real pleasure rather than performed pleasure. He'd put money on Kanta lasting maybe ten minutes before he went over the edge the first time. Then they'd see how ruined that pucker was, and see if he needed another few rounds.

Draconicon was ready to go all night. The question was, were either of them?

The End

Summary: Draconicon is recommended to head down to the Farmer's View, an equine-based strip club for a night of fun. He decides to give it a shot.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Teasing, Equines, Horses, Dragon, Horse, Strip Club, Pony Play, Nudity, Saddles, Dancers, Anal, Rimming, Threesome, Draconicon, Musk, Prostitution, Sex Club,

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