Surely it was the brushing of that canine tail, Or perhaps that emerging of that head from between forelegs brought a slight grunt of surprise from the towering equine, Before those large brown orbs narrowed, that gaze rolled down and gazed at that canine form slid beneath his own ears perking. A low rumbling laugh followed the perking of ears and another flick of that bristled tail. White flanks expanded a bit as he inhaled before speaking. His voice as one might expect was fairly deep, but not so deep as something the size of a Clydesdale. He was no shire pony but nor was he some mammoth specimen either. His head tilting ever to slightly to fix the wolf in one eye "And what pray tell are you planning on doing down there?" The stallion could fell that tail still brushing against those heavy, cum laden orbs that hung behind the thick, leathery sheath, That glistened with sweat, Allowing thick dribbles of sweat to roll down, dripping onto that canines back. That stallion's hooves shifting stance widening a bit, he had no desire to step on the smaller creature. That wouldn't be conducive at all to friendly interactions, especially not the kind that the slight tickling of those leathery orbs made the stallion idly hope for. It of course could have been accidental, And yet the canine had put himself there..
His tail swished from side to side, The last Equine he had approached tried to evict him from the carnival, Perminately. Escaping with merely wounded pride that time, He would of chuckled if he was able, That smokey colored fur shimmering as his entire body shook as if trying to shake off an invisible layer of water. He was a large specimen for a Wolf dog, On a normal sized Stallion the size would of been perfect, Allowing that furred backside to nestle up firmly against that barreled chest, But this was not the case. Even as he stood on those heavy paws there would still be a solid foot in distance between that furred backside and the Stallions Belly. That muzzle twisted into an impish grin as he responded to the Stallion "Me? Oh... Get alittle shade." Muzzle twisting showing off those pearly Canines as his tail still wagged, Intentionally brushing back and fourth against those swollen orbs. He swore each could of been as large as one of his own paws! Certainly a mouthful there. That thick canine length remained unsheathed, Throbbing, Nearly bumping against the ground as thick beads of mixxed fluids would drip from that tapered tip to the ground, Occasionally catching the gaze of a passer by or a crude comment from one who had witnessed that backroom show. The scents of Sex still lingered in the air around him. As well as that thick Canine musk, Nearly over powered by that musky scent from the Stallion, Able to turn most away or draw a blush from even the prudish of women, That thick Balmy, Sweaty scent.
The stallion snorted, His head shaking tossing his mane briefly, The white hair of that almost pearl colored mane blazing against the evening light. The Stallion would try his luck, He would give a slight nudge of those haunches to brush that sheath just a little along the wolf's hindquarters. He had to lower himself a tad for that, but then that sheath was just that big, The stallion's tail giving another slow swish to swat at flies, and perhaps to tease the others around with a view of what he had done to the wolf beneath him. The sheath was definitely a tad swollen, and the stallion could more than smell the sex lingering on the canine's fur and coming from beneath him where that knotted cock continued to drip and throb. He eyed the passerby and snorted once, before lowering his head to nudge once at the canine's skull. Giving those ears a light nip before he huffed, and shifted a foreleg to rest lightly against one of his shoulders. As he teased "Your tail seems to have other things in mind, and you don't smell like you're looking for shade."
The canine's tail continued to swish and sway, Rubbing back and fourth against those heavy sweat slicked orbs and along that sheath, And it didn't stop, Not until he felt the Stallion lower, Bumping that heavy sheath against his hindquarters. That nudge drew his attention causing him to shift his position, Head tilting glancing behind him, Staring with those large canine eyes at that glistening sheath, Sweaty, Throbbing with a all to familiar need. He huffed drawing in a breath even as the Stallion above shifted lowering down to that foreleg, Almost crushing him beneath, He squirmed. Never once resisting allowing the Powerful Stallion above to push him down into that submissive Bitch position with his upper body lowered, Tail raised and powerful hindquarters raised. "Are you saying my Tail is raised for you to Saddle and Ride" He chuckled himself at the reference, Seeing the Stallion pulling around those heavy carts, Even his own for hours between towns! He certainly couldn't submit for a creature that served no other need than to Ferry him from place to place.. Could he?
When the Stallion's Sheath finally bulged letting that sleek black and pink length begin to slip free, The size would surely appear as daunting perhaps to some. Easily thicker than the wolf's ever inflated knot and getting longer with each heartbeat even as he watched. The Stallion nickered once, giving a quiet laugh, "You get to be my Mare, puppy." The stallion would give another low grunt and haunches hunched once teasing that thick, drooling equine length beneath the pup's tail. Thick, musky pre beginning to drool from the slit in the end and drip onto the ground, the stallion would nicker yet again and squeeze the wolf with his forelegs just a little. "Does that sound like fun puppy?"