When the Cat's Away, the Horse Will Play (Patreon)

“Plenty of time left… Means I can prepare a fancy dinner for us tonight!” The stallion said as he looked at the clock on his phone and then snorted softly. He just got done sorting the laundry baskets. Things had become a bit more complicated after Alex moved in with him. Before, he just used to throw his T-shirts on a pile until the wardrobe was empty, filled the washing machine two or three times, and he was done. Now he needed to take care not to accidentally wash one of Alex’s clothes in the wrong program. He didn’t want to get scolded by her, and most importantly, he didn’t want to disappoint her, and prove that he was unable to read one of those labels with the very fine print.

“Hate it when she has those Saturday shifts… I’m home but she isn’t around…” He mumbled to himself as he loaded the machine with dirty clothes that were all different shades of red. That one white blouse he turned pink by accident was still too fresh on his mind. So much so that he scratched his neck as that painful memory came back up. At that moment, he was wearing nothing but a green T-shirt. Walking around bottomless at home was a habit he had picked up after spending more and more time with his girlfriend. The feeling of his heavy big balls swinging freely instead of being confined in some tight pants was a very convincing advantage after all.

He double-checked each piece before putting it into the machine. Some had stains that put a grin on his face, some carried a scent that made him even happier about not wearing pants. The memories of their shared passionate moments quickly came back to his mind, and his cock slowly dropped from his sheath. That thick blunt tip hung down to his balls and his whole length throbbed slightly with every heartbeat. “Will have to add a bit more detergent… Get the stains out…” He whispered and tried to guide his attention back to the task at hand.

More than one pair of socks went through his hands as he loaded the machine. Those were the pieces that he held on for longer than was necessary to see if they belonged in there with the other clothes. Alex wasn’t the first person he met who was wearing socks. But she was the first to move in with him, the first one where he had some time to look at those curious long tubes made of cloth. His hooves would have ruined any kind of sock, so it was more than unusual for horses to wear them for anything but a silly joke. The feathering on his legs kept him warm enough, gave him no reason to ever consider wearing leg warmers like some of his hooved friends did, either. Holding the socks right near the tip, right where Alex’s toes usually were, made him smile. Most of her socks were made from soft cotton, some were made from nylon, so thin that he could almost see right through them. 

After wasting some time curiously inspecting his girlfriend’s clothes, he closed the lid on the machine and filled in the detergent. He triple-checked the settings, going through his mental checklist, then he pushed the button to start the machine. It hissed as the water rushed into it and soon it was humming as the washing program started. There was nothing left for him to do for the next hour in the small chamber they kept their laundry and washing machine in. He snorted happily and looked down at his floppy semi-erect cock. Being a guy, he was unable to resist playing with it for a while. He picked up the heavy meat, squeezed it for a moment, looked at the spotted pattern all over it for what must have been the millionth time.

“So much time left… but I better wait… Alex always makes it worth waiting…” He whispered to himself as he released his cock and sniffed his hand. The musky scent of his unwashed manhood flooded his senses. Even though he spent the time when Alex wasn’t home doing all the chores he could until she came back or he was done, he knew that she would be mad at him if he took a shower. He was more than happy to stay a little smelly for her. After all, it was one of the things he adored about her, that she loved him without him having to cover up his natural scent with an expensive perfume. Additionally, showering together was way more fun than cleaning himself alone. Easier to wash each other’s back. Easier to reach that secret spot between her legs that made her moan and her knees go weak. He grinned as he walked over to the small sink and washed his hands.

After drying his hands on a towel, he reached for the light switch. That’s when he noticed one of the red and pink striped socks lying next to the washing machine. “Darn… must have dropped it…” He whispered to himself as he walked over to pick it up. It was made of nylon, so light and thin. Another smile on the stallion’s broad muzzle as it reminded himself that he had to tell his girlfriend just how much he loved to see her wearing them. He took the sock with him, picked up his phone, and left the room. The feeling of the artificial fabric on his hand made him shiver a little. It sent his mind on a little journey. A series of thoughts about how that sock would feel worn in places it was never intended for.

Desperately, he tried to pull himself back into reality. He looked around in the apartment. Floors were clean, dishes were done. Even the windows were still spotless after he had cleaned them with Alex only a week ago! Not even a single line of code for him to write for work on this weekend. No argument to bring forward against his lusty mind that nudged him to bring that sock up to his muzzle. He gave in and sniffed the sock, took a deep breath. How he loved that smell, bringing all the fond memories of Alex back to him. It made him regret changing the bedsheets earlier. Or he would have dived right back under the covers for another hit of their shared love perfume. Another look at his phone and he sighed. “Still a few more hours… I can put it into the machine with the others… after I’m done…” His ears wiggled excitedly as he walked over into their shared office room. With each step, his cock grew bigger, and slipped from his sheath more.

He didn’t even bother closing the door, he was alone in the apartment after all. Not wanting to get too sweaty, he took his T-shirt off, dropped it to the ground. His chair creaked a little as he sat down on it, then scooted closer to his computer. He was already sporting an erection as he looked down at his cock. The length was covered in sweat, the skin glistening, his own scent filling the air. He held the sock up in front of his nose and took another whiff, his nostrils flaring. The scent was one thing, but what he was really waiting for was finding out how the sock would feel against his cock. He slowly stroked his length with the sock in his hand, the nylon against his skin. The new sensation made him shiver and made his member twitch and throb. 

Quickly, he picked up the computer mouse, moved it around a little, and the screen turned on again. It had been a long time since his last night alone, so he had mostly dropped the habit of jerking off to porn. He had even deleted most of his collection. It had been replaced by the sexy pictures Alex had sent him, to get him all aroused at work, to tease him, and get him in the mood for when he came home. One hand navigating his files, the other stroking his cock, he started out slow. After a moment, he had a few revealing pictures of his tigress girlfriend open. A lewd striped hottie spreading her legs and her pussy lips in the upper right corner. A smiling girlfriend bending over, lifting her tail, giving him just a glimpse of her wet pussy on the left side. His favorite piece was in the lower right corner, though. He was sleeping next to Alex who spread her legs with his cum leaking from her pussy. She had captioned it with “Still dripping…” and sent it to him the next day. He had never been this close to a having his pants explode at work as that day.

When he brought the sock back up to his nose, his own musk had almost drowned out Alex’s scent completely. It was time for the next step. A guilty smile on his face, he held the sock in both hands, spread open the end where Alex would usually slip into it with her toes. This day though, instead of a delicate feline paw, it was the stallion’s blunt-tipped cock that slipped into the sock. Tashi sighed in pleasure as the nylon fabric now touched his skin from all sides. He had never made it a secret how much he loved having a condom on his cock, beyond just using it for birth control. But this feeling was something else. Something way more intense, so forbidden. “I’ll toss it in with the others… after I’m done… She’ll never know” He whispered to calm himself down. Still, it was only a matter of seconds until the sock was stained from the inside with the stallion’s precum. 

He leaned back against his chair, looked at the pictures of Alex on his screen, and started to fantasize as he moved the sock back and forth slowly. His ears turned forward as he listened to the soft sound of the fabric sliding over his cock. The sensations captured his full attention. He had to be careful to avoid the sock getting trapped on the little nubs on the ridge around the tip of his cock. Those little bumps on his cock were so useful to reach all the sensitive spots on the way down to Alex’s inner sanctum, now they could react quite painfully to being caught in some nylon fibers.  His eyes switched back and forth between his twitching member and those tantalizing images on his screen. He zoomed in on the cream pie picture, all the way until only Alex was visible. The tips of her ears were cut off, but her naughty grin that always got to him was still on the screen, her amazing body so perfectly on display even on a selfie taken in the middle of the night. Further down, of course, that thick load leaking from her pussy, her pussy lips stuck together with the sticky remnants of the fun they had, those silky petals still slightly swollen from how aroused the tigress was.

The stallion was so distracted and focused on his own pleasure that he didn’t even hear the apartment door opening and closing. Walking on her soft paws, the tigress that just came back home made almost no sound at all. She didn’t even have to sneak on purpose, those predator genes just made her naturally stealthy. A hot moan came from the stallion’s mouth when he squeezed and stroked his cock a little harder and faster. It drowned out the sound of Alex sighing as she took off her pants and dropped them on the bed. She had been curious already, expected to see her boyfriend running around in the apartment. Now that she heard that moan, her ears twitched, and she looked around. It was easy for her to find out where that sound came from, and she quietly walked over to the office.

“You’re so hot… right there… mhm… those gorgeous green eyes…” She could hear the stallion talking to himself, reaching out to the screen as if he was trying to caress it. For a moment, she frowned, wondered if he was having a cam sex session with someone. The stallion was still oblivious about her being at home when she leaned against the doorframe and watched him. Finally, she could catch a glimpse of his screen, see her boyfriend stroking his cock to those three naughty pictures of her. The chair creaked once again when Tashi leaned against the backrest and threw his head back as well.

Alex could see her pink sock pulled over his cock now. He was stroking his length fast, squeezed his balls with one hand. Her sock was dripping with his precum, the sticky liquid making a mess on the floor that the stallion had cleaned just earlier that day. The stallion’s legs were shaking as he got closer and closer to orgasm, the tip of his cock flaring, stretching the sock that was made for Alex’s delicate paw. “Ah yes… right like that… you’re the best… my little tiger…” He whispered between his soft moans. His eyes were glued to the screen, he didn’t have a chance to spot his girlfriend standing there in the doorframe.

His hooves shuffled around on the ground as he brought himself closer to climax with every stroke. He was squeezing his cock hard, the veins under his skin were pushed around as his hand moved up and down his shaft. Wrinkles formed in front of his hand, the skin was stretched behind it, the sock was right up against the sensitive length. He could feel the resistance of the elastic fabric against the tip of his cock. It was all such a new exciting sensation. “I’ll… have to tell her… how much I love these….” He whispered so quietly that even Alex could barely hear it. That was his last little break before going for his sprint to the finishing line. Relentlessly, he jerked his length and stroked the tip of his cock with his thumb whenever it was within reach. His whole body was getting so tense. He lifted his ass off the seat, pushed back against the chair, his cock was aiming right up at the screen, right at those arousing pictures of the gorgeous tigress.

He would have seen his girlfriend watching him, if he had not had his eyes closed, if those final fantasies had not all played out in his mind. The tigress got to see her boyfriend’s cock in full action without being part of it directly. How it was throbbing all the way up to that flared swollen tip. How it was jerking under his touch. For a moment, even she was happy that this specific sock was almost transparent. She reached up to cover her mouth with one hand as she got a little excited watching him herself. There she could even see the bulge travelling up to his tip, a sticky big mass of semen about to erupt from his flared cock tip.

That was when the stallion opened his eyes and saw his girlfriend right the moment where he blew his first load into her sock. He dropped back down onto the seat and moaned. Not even that surprise could stop his orgasm. A few more thick ropes of cum spurted into the sock, filling the tip until it was hanging from his cock, dangling there while leaking that seed onto the floor drop after drop. His balls were still pulled upwards to his body when he let them go, held onto the armrest and turned around to face Alex with his muzzle wide open. He tried to hide the screen behind himself, all while he knew that she must have seen what he got himself off to already. The high of his orgasm was quickly replaced by the feeling of a shiver running down his spine, by that realization he had been caught doing something bad.

He groaned he came down from his orgasm, and his cock slowly went soft. There was a moment of awkward silence. His throat was all dry when he said “I was just doing the laundry…” Then he noticed that his girlfriend didn’t seem to be mad at all. He shyly smiled at her, one hand still on his cock, and she walked towards him slowly. “I’ll clean it… I can explain…” He said, but then Alex already put a finger onto his lips. He looked down at her crotch, saw that her pussy was glistening, that she was aroused. How long had she watched him? He looked up into her eyes. There it was, on her face, the naughty grin he loved to see on her face.

Part Two 

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Art by Jailbird 

Tashi by TashiGibson