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The Scapegoat: Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2021-12-10 08:07:39 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Twang
Only a couple days had passed so far and Anki's experiences were more numerous than he cared to count. The gifts had even begun to pile up and become a problem, as the space was getting cluttered with nice things but it made it difficult to navigate his apartment.
The issue became compounded when in actuality, many of the gifts were things that he couldn't take with him once he eventually left. A marble statue had been carried in and set in the far corner of the room near the door, and while the giver of it ensured its quality, it itself took three people to deliver. How exactly was someone as small as him meant to carry such a thing across the desert when his time in the city was over?
On top of that, some of the gifts were perishable food items or plants. The goat wasn't very good at keeping such things alive, but luckily, he was able to convince one of his guests to gift him a servant that would come in and properly take care of them from time to time. One thing that Anki did love was fresh greenery so he welcomed the extra color in an otherwise bland, tan setting.
The goat munched absentmindedly on an apple as he lounged across the length of the couch that dominated one side of his apartment. His last client had left about two hours ago and he was taking the time to get ready for whoever would be next. If the current pattern was any indication of when a new guest would be arriving, he expected a knock on his door any moment.
He was correct to an eerie degree, as a quick rap on his door came mere seconds after he had that thought.
“You may enter,” Anki called out and then bit down on his apple with a satisfying crunch and spurt of juice that dribble down his chin. There wasn't much of the fruit left, but to a goat like him, not even the core would remain.
The double doors of the apartment swung open to reveal a tall stallion dressed in the unmistakable garb of an adviser for the king. While the goat hadn't been in the city for long, he knew enough to be able to pick such important figures out by their clothes and the various insignia that adorned their chest and shoulders. For this newcomer, he wore a pair of yellow pants and a dark red shirt with a pair of black silk sashes that crossed his chest to make a bold X right over his heart.
“Oh, this is a treat,” Anki said and shifted himself so that he sat on the couch's edge, looking up at the newcomer with awe. Unlike his guest, he wore nothing save for the trusted scarf around his neck. Since he was meant to be fucked and had been all day, the idea of putting anything on didn't make much sense.
“Please, no need to get up,” the horse said as he turned and closed the doors behind him before making his way farther into the apartment.
Anki giggled and bit down on half of the remaining apple core. “I would if I knew how to properly greet you, sir.”
“You flatter me,” the horse laughed under his breath. He was a rather handsome man with a well-maintained mane that cascaded over his shoulders. His voice was soft and portrayed him as quite a bit younger than he must have been. His status no doubt afforded him amenities that counteracted stresses that caused many others to age so fast. “How are you enjoying your stay so far?”
“I've been loving every minute of it!” Anki exclaimed excitedly and stuffed the remainder of his snack in his mouth and chewed it quickly.
“That's good to hear. And no one has given you any trouble?” the horse asked as he clasped his hands behind his back while he strolled casually where he could and looked at the various fixtures that were new to the space.
“Luckily not. Everyone seems to know that they shouldn't distress the one that is absolving them of their sins,” the femboy replied and swung his feet over the couch's edge and stood up. Intending to join the stallion, Anki stopped when he suddenly approached. Once they were much closer the height difference between them was staggering. Not that it was a difficult thing to accomplish, given the goat's general thin stature, but this was particularly staggering.
“That's good to hear. Then I hope you won't mind if I garner your time for such an occasion,” the stallion said.
“Not at all. May I have your name?” Anki asked and stared deeply into the other's hazel gaze.
“You can call me Randal,” the horse said with a warm smile and a playful tone.
“Well, Randal, I'm your vessel then. Confess unto me all that ales you.” Anki raised his hands from his sides with palms up in an offering manner.
The stallion smirked and reached out to gently cup the goat's chin and raised his head so that he could lean his face closer. Just before their lips touched, Randal paused. “I'm afraid I don't have an offering with me at the moment. Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all. Gifts are just a courtesy, not a requirement,” Anki said back.
The horse considered this for a moment before he nodded and closed the gap between their faces. The taste of fresh apples lingered on the femboy's mouth, of which the adviser found to be rather pleasant. His tongue slipped out and pressed past the other's lips, gathering more of the sweetness that was there before slipping farther in.
Anki's hands reached up and cupped the stallion's cheeks as they tilted their heads to make the embrace deeper. Likewise, Randal's large hands grasped the other by the shoulders to keep him in place as he steadily grew more aggressive.
Gentle moans escaped the femboy's mouth as he lovingly suckled the equine's tongue and caressed it with his own. He had since closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the plethora of pleasant sensations of the moment, but a sudden shove back had him flopping against the couch unexpectedly.
The goat blinked with surprise and looked up at his guest for direction as to what he wished to do next. It became obvious exactly what was on Randal's mind at that time as he brought both hands down to the front of his pants and began undoing them. Anki's anticipation grew by the second, but it was all worth it when the garments that adorned the horse's waist dropped to reveal the beautiful cock within.
It was incredibly rare for Anki to be so enamored with a guest's member that he considered it a treat rather than a service to pleasure it, but horses always had that affect on him. It was unmistakably due to their size, as it was able to reach those extra hard places within the femboy that truly sent his mind to heaven. Not to mention, he just loved everything else about them. Their look, their taste, their smell, all of it was nothing short of a work of art and Randal's was no exception.
Anki didn't even wait for permission before he reached out and took the limp shaft between his palms, something that would normally have been an incredibly bad decision, and still might have been, had this adviser not been as equally eager to enjoy the goat's company. Still, Randal gave an unexpected nicker and snort at the sudden contact but calmed himself so that he could concentrate on removing the last of his clothing.
As his did, the goat occupied himself with getting his guest nice and hard. He started by leaning forward while drawing the shaft up towards his face. He pressed his lips against the flat tip and took a deep breath of the clean and somewhat perfumed scent of the hefty equine package. He recognized the smell to be desert roses and had to suppress a giggle as he realized just how well prepared and serious this man was. Whatever he had to confess must have been incredibly important.
Randal's shirt and sashes fell to the floor at his hooves before he gingerly nudged the pile off to the side. At about that time, the first few licks began to cross his member. They traced around the surface of his tip before sinking down the side and not stopping until the goat's face plunged firm against the pair of heavy balls below. Another deep breath drew in more of that lovely scent and had a grin spreading over Anki's face.
Blood was slow to fill the impressive equine length, but with the help of the goat's fawning, its growth was steady. Saliva coated the shaft with wads of spit being left to roll down the swelling size so that Anki could smear it around with the help of his pumping hands. Together they squeezed the girth from base to tip while he held the head in his mouth and hungrily suckled on it.
Randal's stoic nature showed itself in these moments. Despite that intense pleasure that coursed through his shaft, he didn't moan as much as others often had when given such an expert treatment. At first the goat chalked the lack of affirming noises to the fact that, as an adviser, he needed to come off as collected and stern, but in truth it was just difficult for the equine to really let himself be vulnerable.
Over time those barriers were soon worn down and shallow huffs and neighs started to fill the room alongside the wet smack of the goat delving the impressive member into his mouth and bobbing his head. The motion was quick and strong, the femboy almost getting his lips around the median ring but the thick tip brushing his throat kept him from going too much deeper without committing fully to the act. He really wanted to kiss those luscious balls and milk them dry with his throat, but he was only intending to get his guest ready for the main course.
With an extra loud slurp and smack, Anki withdrew the cock from his mouth and grinned at the sight of its impressive stature. It throbbed almost angrily, thick veins bulging along its sides and the tip had since flared somewhat. The whole surface gleamed like a polished gem.
“Sir?” Anki asked and looked up while his hands continued to stroke the throbbing shaft.
“Yes?” Randal sighed blissfully and turned his half-lidded gaze down to the femboy.
“You're here to confess your sins to me, correct? I'd hate for you to come all this way and take time out of your busy schedule and not accomplish what you came here to do,” the goat explained and then pressed his lips to the cock crown to give it a sloppy kiss.
“Ah, yes. You're right,” the stallion huffed and took a deep breath through his nose. He steadied his mind and collected his thoughts as best he could while the intense pleasure continued to tantalize his cock.
“I have been greatly unfaithful to my wife,” Randal began after a few moments of extended silence. “I love her dearly, I promise that I do, but I fear we may be drifting apart. She does not look at me with the same kindness anymore and she has become cold to me in our bedroom. I suspect that she blames me for us not having any foal of our own.”
Anki listened intently as he pressed the length back into his mouth and began bobbing his head once more, this time in tandem with his stroking. As he would sink his mouth down, he would follow the motion with his hands.
“In part, she is right. I've been in bed with her sister for almost a whole year now. Every drop of seed that I have is given to her and my wife is left with nothing. She doesn't know of my wandering and she never will. She isn't all that intelligent you see, perhaps why I've sought out her much smarter sibling,” the stallion continued and punctuated his confession with a guttural groan.
Precum began to spill from his tip and in such a volume that Anki wondered if the horse hadn't just cum in his mouth. He was relieved to find that wasn't the case as he knew his entire day would be ruined if he wasn't able to feel such an impressive thing inside him.
With that in mind, the goat withdrew his mouth for a moment and squeezed the horsecock from the base up. A fresh gush of precum oozed from the tip and he was quick to collect it on one hand. He lathered the slippery, clear fluid over his fingers before tilting his body to one side and pressing two well lubricated fingers against his tailhole. He eagerly shoved them inside as far as they could go, an easy task given how well the precum worked.
Anki sighed blissfully as he stretched himself and got ready for what was to come. As he sawed the digits back and forth, he reoccupied himself by sucking on the thick tip once more. Randal's moans had become much less restrained by that point and the goat was treated to the lovely sounds of the stallion neighing.
In a similar fashion, the horse's body became more animated. As Anki would sink the tip partially down his throat, he'd get an accompanying buck from the stud in an attempt to get him to take in more dick than he was intending. It was always accompanied by a spurt of that tasty precum though, so Anki decided he could forgive the overzealous movements.
“I feel that my greatest fear,” Randal began again after a momentary respite from the blissful pleasure, “is that she just can't satisfy me anymore. She's just so bland in our bedroom. She doesn't care to explore ourselves or to try new things. She won't even touch me in the most basic ways, like what you're doing.”
Anki giggled to himself and slipped the cock from his mouth for the final time, he decided. He had since worked a third finger into his asshole by that point and had gotten himself loosened up enough that taking the horsecock shouldn't be that uncomfortable to start out. Randal seemed to recognize this change in demeanor for the goat and readied himself for the next phase of their time together.
Nothing really needed to be said and no directions were given. The goat simply moved back on the couch and lied across his length once more. He drew his knees to his chest and turned over on his side so that his ass pointed towards his lover.
Randal eagerly climbed on top with one hand holding his dick by the base and the other grasping Anki by the thigh. While the horse didn't look like a particularly strong man, he didn't need to be to manipulate someone as small as the goat. As healthy as he was, the femboy was moved with ease.
Anki's legs were forced open and pushed up so that his knees pressed to his chest. His lover shoved him against the far arm of the couch as he maneuvered into a comfortable position on the remaining cushions. The goat's small cock, hard and dribbling precum of its own, bobbed freely from his lap with every jostle.
Randal huffed eagerly and pressed his flared head between the other's buttcheeks and found the ready pucker within. A quick shove popped the fat tip inside and with it followed half of his girth.
A groan twinged with pain but overflowing with pleasure escaped the goat as his stomach immediately took in the impressive size. As the stallion sank to the base and caused Anki's stomach to bulge, he was relieved that all the preparation paid off. It was just a couple moments for the horse to get used to the incredible tightness that now overtook his shaft before he began thrusting.
Anki's eyelids drooped as fresh, unbridled pleasure began flowing through him. His tailhole stretched as wide as it could possibly go and his insides gripped the powerful cock as it would slam inside. Every time that Randal would pull back, he would bring with it the goat's clinging pucker.
The stallion leaned his towering body over the femboy's and began rolling his hips wildly. His heavy sack smacked against the other's ass with enough force to cause his cheeks to jiggle. The impact of their forms coming together was loud and crisp, easily heard from outside the apartment doors. Soon the goat's high-pitched moaning was joined by the other's drawing neighs and groans.
Randal's grip on his lover's legs tightened and he screwed his eyes tightly shut as he threatened to get lost in the bubbling sensations that flowed through him. The entire couch vibrated with the aggressive bucking as he didn't bother to slow or pace himself.
Anki was more than familiar enough with equines to know that this meant Randal wasn't going to last very long. Stallions loved to throw all of their energy into fucking their partners that it made for an intense session but not very long-lived. If not for their impressive sizes and their substantial emissions they'd have not made for very good lovers. The goat often thought if he could find one such equine with great endurance that he'd do anything he could to be with them for the rest of his life.
“Sometimes,” Randal continued saying, unprompted. “I don't even know if I really do love her anymore. I keep saying that I do but I don't know if I'm lying. I think so often of me running off with her sister or just letting her know about us but I fear what that will do to me and my position.”
Randal marked his words with a shuddering neigh and arched his back. His balls clung tight and his cock swelled considerably. His tip flared and Anki could practically feel every bulging vein as he was subjected to the immense pressure that preceded an intense climax. The increased size was perfect for grinding against his prostate, which the stallion now did at such a pace that his hips became a blur of motion.
The goat readied himself seconds before the first blast of hot, equine cum erupted through his belly. Gooey salvos painted his insides and set off his own desperate orgasm. His small cock flexed as it stuck out straight from his lap and began spilling his load in tandem with each gush from the horse. The numbing bliss that racked his mind had him seeing stars and crying out.
The rapid bucking eventually slowed to a full stop with the equine's body coming to rest against the other's. They both breathed heavily, though Randal's pants were deep and easily drowned out the goat's.
Anki barely noticed much beyond the persisting ecstasy that clouded his thoughts. It seemed like minutes before his vision cleared and his eyes finally opened to see that the stud was still looming, but only for a moment. Randal eventually shifted back and gradually extracted his long member from the femboy's well used hole.
The flare popped free with a loud slurp, leaving the femboy's ass gaped and holding what felt like a lake of cum in his stomach. It was for this reason that the goat elected to keep himself curled up so that he didn't flood the couch with the other male's essence and make a mess. Besides, he had other plans for the viscous present.
“What...what now?” the horse mumbled after a few more moments of silence laden with their combined panting.
“You're now absolved of your sins,” Anki said in a practiced way, like he had for all the others that visited him.
“Just like that? I'm clean?” Randal pressed.
“It is what I'm here for,” the femboy giggled and placed a hand over his still loose tailhole that was trying desperately to close. He could already feel the thick jizz threatening to spill out as it rushed for his exit.
The horse nodded his head but he didn't seem entirely convinced. Still, he said nothing about it. In truth, many confessors expected something divine or noticeable to have occurred, like the goat was going to zap them with lightning or that the taking of their sins would come with some sort of physical relief.
For some it was, as their confessions came with an equally heavy load of stress, but for many it wasn't. When pressed on this fact the goat would often explain that it was a weight off their spirit and since they could obviously not feel their spirit it would not be noticeable like they expected. Only when they would pass away would they truly notice the change.
“Is there anything else you need of me?” the stallion asked as he slowly shifted from the couch.
“Not at all, you may leave as you see fit,” Anki replied with a warm smile.
Randal nodded and then turned around to seek his clothing. He was slow to dress, perhaps having no reason to rush from the apartment like the many others who were often giddy to go out and burden their souls with more sin. He didn't say anything more, instead electing to give the goat one last look, smile, and nod of his head before casually leaving the apartment almost exactly like he had entered it.
Once the double doors were closed, Anki removed his hand from his tailhole and felt a sizable glob of horse cum stick to his fingers. He quickly brought them to his mouth and suckled the white mess away, loving the musky, salty taste that came with it. He murmured happily to himself as he repeated the action a few more times, stopping only when he felt like there was no more seed left and his lips were coated in Randal's essence.
Satisfied that he wouldn't get the couch messy if he sat up, he did so and then jumped to his feet triumphantly. Another one down which meant he was that much closer to his task being finished. His contract there was for a hundred cleaned souls of the most affluent and powerful in the city and he estimated that this marked a tenth of the way to being done.
Although, as Anki glanced around at his beautiful accommodations and the piles of gifts that had been spread around, he began to think that maybe he didn't want to leave this city nearly so fast. Maybe he could convince the king to extend his contract for another hundred cleaned souls. Certainly, he'd prefer his city to be free of such a greater burden?
The goat shrugged to himself and meandered over to the bowl of fruit by his bed and snatched another apple from it. He bit into the bright red side with a satisfying crunch and then flopped onto the comfortable sheets.
As he began to think of how he might bring the subject up to the king, another knock came to his door that made him quickly sit up. Barely a few minutes since the stallion had left and he was already needing to relieve another sinner. Oh well, he thought, the life of a scapegoat is not a restful one.
