Beastiality

One of the things I’d always cherished most about domesticated horses
was that I had always supposed they would remain dedicated and
faithful sexual partners for life. Well, at least my horse, at any
rate. It had never crossed my mind that things might change, that our
heaven-sent partnership might someday end. As long as I gave him
wild, regular sex - which meant every day - I thought he would be
content to have me as his lover. How wrong I was!

On that fateful day I went out to feed and groom him early in the
morning, and found a mess of dried something smeared across his
shoulders and down his withers. I was so stunned that it took me
several seconds to identify it as slobber left there be another
stallion. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the evidence was right
there in front of me.

I had never heard of the homosexuality gene expressing itself in
horses, and I had always expected that if it did it would mean only
that the horse would prefer to screw other stallions and NOT be
screwed by them as well. I wasn’t particularly outraged by this
startling discovery - in fact, I found the idea profoundly exciting -
but I knew that something precious had been taken away from me right
behind my back. I made up my mind there and then to find out just
what was going on.

Rani himself seemed quite unembarrassed and unashamed by it all, and
smooched up to me with an erection already swinging rampantly beneath
his belly. It had been our habit to make love every morning, but
today I pointedly ignored him - with some difficulty I might add,
though I made sure he didn’t see it. His body was like a magnet I was
helpless to resist, and he snorted and stamped his hooves, trying to
get my attention.

“Hey!” he seemed to be saying indignantly. “ehhhhhh Here I am! Here I
am! What’s wrong with you?”

Deliberately, I turned him out into the yard and mucked out his box
while he looked in through the open half-door questioningly.

“What in God’s name have you been up to?” I asked him rhetorically,
looking over my shoulder as I worked. “I’ll find out, you know, one
way or another. You won’t hide the truth from me.”

I knew it had to have been his first time with whoever he had chosen
to surrender himself to. I’d have spotted the tell-tale signs at once
if it had happened before. So, it had to have been last night! It had
been a warm one, and I had left him outside in his paddock all night
without even a rug, free to pick and wander as he chose. The stranger
had to be from a stud or farm nearby. But where? And had he come to
Rani, or vice versa? The only way to find out would be to follow him.
Tonight.

I spent the remainder of the day doing the usual things: gardening,
tapping away at the computer, having a quick surf on the Net. Rani
stuck his head in my bedroom window to say hello from time to time,
but I was determined to keep my hands off him until I found out where
he was sneaking off to.

It was another glorious day, 28 Celsius, and an ideal opportunity to
give him the freedom to roam again all night. When the sun went down
I cooked dinner, then topped up his water, tidied up his stall again
before saying goodnight, and went back inside. What he didn’t know
was that I had opened the front door so that I could creep out
silently and keep watch on him from the front yard through my
binoculars. I didn’t expect to be rewarded immediately - if he took
off tonight I knew I would be lucky. But it was scarcely 10:30 when
he wandered down to the far corner of his paddock and looked over his
shoulder to see if he was being watched.

“You sly bastard,” I muttered admiringly.

A master of deceit he wasn’t, but it was amazing that he bothered to
check at all. After waiting a minute he leaped clear over the fence
and disappeared. I ran down as quietly as I could, but it wasn’t hard
to pick up his trail in the soft earth. It was cooler than I had
anticipated, but the moon was full and high, and I had no trouble
seeing where I was going. As long as he didn’t hear me…

He trotted west along a dirt road, not hurrying by the look of it,
and after a kilometer turned left down another track. I pressed on
for another five minutes, then heard a faint whinny up ahead and
melted away into the roadside bushes. Edging forwards, I spotted him
no more than a hundred meters ahead in an adjoining field. But what
was incredible was that he wasn’t alone.

Standing in front of him was a second horse, jet black and almost
invisible next to Rani’s snow-white form. I crept as close as I
dared, until I was less than twenty feet away. Fortunately, the
gentle breeze was blowing in my favor, and they couldn’t catch my
scent as long as it stayed that way. So long as I stayed perfectly
still I would see everything…

They walked up to one another and touched noses tenderly, exchanging
breath as if kissing. Then as one they wheeled and galloped away
across the grass, manes and tails flying in the wind. Around and
around they hurtled, tossing their heads and biting at each other’s
flanks as they ran. I felt jealous of their speed and strength as
they challenged each other to see who was the faster. It was
wonderful to watch their muscles pounding, a joy to behold their
enjoyment and playfulness. Then it occurred to me that this was a
form of courtship, that they were getting their adrenaline pumping,
building up their excitement as they prepared themselves for sex.

Almost as if they knew I was there, they returned to the very same
spot panting and snorting, steam rising in clouds from their athletic
bodies. I wondered who would go first, watching intently to see
whether or not Rani was the one.

The other stallion was a thoroughbred by the look of him, muscular
but much younger than Rani, maybe no more than eighteen months old.
He was in superb physical condition, without an ounce of excess fat.
His coat shone like burnished metal, and turgid blood vessels wound
their way along his bulging thighs. His penis looked thicker and
chunkier than Rani’s, jet black like the rest of him. He was already
nearly fully erect, and stood nuzzling at Rani’s rump as his libido
grew and grew. The head of his penis lifted to rest its flange snugly
against his belly, and I knew that I had never seen a horse’s penis
so stiff. Its tip was pulsing visibly, and unless he found relief
soon there was a chance he might not last another minute. Despite its
hardness there was a collar of loose skin halfway down its stubby
length. I realized that it was much shorter than Rani’s, and almost
came right then and there as I realized what a show I was in for. All
this time they were talking softly to each other the way that horses
do, encouraging and reassuring each other, communicating their
heartfelt affection for one another. They made a handsome couple, and
I knew that they were falling in love with each other in a way I
couldn’t imagine. Such bonding was highly unusual, but I knew it
existed. Unless I could do something about it Rani might not be mine
for much longer.

At some unseen signal he turned to spread his hind legs wide in
readiness, inviting his friend to mount. With his tail lifted high to
one side I could see his anus opening and closing like a mouth,
begging for something only it could see. The black colt lowered his
head to sniff and lick at it, swishing his tail from side to side in
concentration. Suddenly, he pressed his shoulder against Rani’s bony
hip, reared into the air with his front legs thrown wide apart, and
plunged forwards recklessly without a sound.

I heard the impact of his weight land crookedly on Rani’s broad
hindquarters, and he staggered under the weight, managing to maintain
his balance on the wet grass as his lover clutched frantically around
his waist. He jabbed at Rani desperately, the head of his penis
wagging about as he sprang forwards to push himself in. It bounced
off the inside of Rani’s buttocks again and again, and the young colt
grew more and more impatient each time he missed. Somehow, I
restrained myself from jumping up, seizing his massive cock and
guiding him strait into Rani’s waiting anus.

“Go!” I urged him under my breath. “Go for it, boy! Go for it!”

In a split-second more I was sure he would have dismounted in sheer
frustration, but fortunately Rani chose that moment to step to the
left and reduce the angle. It was all the lust-maddened young colt
needed. With a mighty heave he drove the swollen head of his ebony
shaft in through Rani’s gaping anus and deep inside his moist,
cavernous rectum. His front legs slapped tight around Rani’s barrel-
like belly as he yanked his hindquarters forwards, almost lifting his
rear hooves off the ground with the brutality of his thrust. Now that
he was lined up, two extraordinary strokes were all it took to take
him to the brink. He punched forwards once, then without a pause drew
back and slammed his penis home yet again. Straining with all his
strength, his right leg shuddered as he stood balanced precariously
on one foot for a long, timeless moment of purest ecstasy.

His head drooped drunkenly as he froze, his limbs locked rigid as he
shivered blindly in orgasmic rapture. Trembling helplessly, he
clutched dazedly at Rani as his tail flagged again and again, jet
after jet of his thick, milky jism gushing under enormous pressure
from the bloated crown of his burning phallus. They were side-on to
me now, and I could see clearly the expression on his face as he
thrust violently one, twice…a long pause, then for the last time
with his teeth bared in a silent snarl of sexually enraged fury, his
eyes rolling crazily about. His forelock had tumbled down untidily
across his gorgeous face, but of course nothing else mattered to him
right then; nothing else existed except the head of his penis and his
seed which was spurting out through its retching eye. It was utter
selfishness, simple animal greed, and I knew Rani was just the same.

No matter how gentle they were in everyday life, stallions always
copulated violently with little thought given to delicacy or care.
They fucked furiously, as if afraid it might be the last time they
ever would. I felt myself swept away by the young colt as he expunged
himself into my own lover’s bowels and wished that for one instant I
could trade places with him, to know what it felt like to serve
another stallion, to feel him solid and alive beneath me.

To my surprise, the exhausted colt dismounted almost at once,
catching me unawares. Still hugely erect, not flaccid in the least,
his gigantic club-headed penis pulled from Rani’s anus with a loud
slurping pop! It must have hurt both of them, and I nearly cried out
as he fell back on his haunches and landed giddily on all fours.
Slick with moisture, his shaft glistened wetly as it flopped
pendulously under him, sperm still dripping copiously from its slit.
Its head seemed as large as a dinner plate, his distended bulb
shining in the moonlight. Safely down, he stood there with his head
bowed for almost a minute, wheezing hoarsely as he regained his
composure. Rani watched him all the while, almost admiringly, I
fancied. But instead of trading places they spent the next ten or
fifteen minutes grazing contentedly next to each other; taking a
break between bouts, as it were. I had only been watching for that
same time, but already it seemed like an eternity. Never in my
wildest dreams had I thought I would be witnessing something like
this. It was a fantasy come true, almost supernatural. I knew I was
uniquely privileged to witness it, but maybe now I could join in
without scaring the other off. It was Rani’s turn next, and he knew
me…

Still nibbling, they drifted closer together some time later, and
Rani lifted his head to give his friend a playful bite on the rump.
Despite this blatant signal that he was now ready, I was almost
expecting it to end there and then - I just couldn’t credit that the
strange youngster would truly let Rani cover him. He was a mature
Arabian after all, heavy of frame and with a penis to match, but I
knew they were about to start again when I noticed his tapered
phallus swinging naked between his hind legs. Its head nearly brushed
the long grass, and its pink skin glistened palest grey in the
ghostly moonlight. Fluid dripped from its head, mucous goo produced
by his Cowpers Glands as, slowly and surely, he rekindled his
slumbering lust.

Like a cobra rearing into the air, his meter-long shaft weaved and
swayed as it stiffened and grew in eerie silence. I could see its
loose skin pulling tight as it pumped erect with every beat of his
heart. Rani shifted his weight from foot to foot like a dancer as he
braced himself, focused single-mindedly on the job at hand. Like a
fleshy bulls-eye, the black colt’s anus filled his vision as he
sniffed it keenly, his ears pricked forwards alertly in anticipation.

I edged forwards on my stomach and slid under the wire out onto the
grass. I knew I was taking a risk by doing so, but I was completely
confident that once Rani was on top of him with his penis engulfed by
his partners hot body nothing would persuade him to stop. No, it
wasn’t a gamble. Nothing would stop him then!

His mind made up, I saw him lean back, and as he lifted his front
hooves from the ground I jumped up and moved in quickly to wait
beside him. Balanced precariously, he stood on his hind legs with his
upturned cock swaying from side to side, resting his forelegs along
the colt’s strong back as it came to rest aimed surely beneath his
uplifted tail. Rani walked himself forwards jerkily until his glans
bumped between his hard buttocks. I wrapped my fingers around the
slender neck behind his flange and pressed his pointed bulb firmly
against the proffered opening. If he was surprised by my help, he
gave no sign. The moment he knew he was on target he gave a jolt of
his rump which jammed his crown in through that puckered maw, pushing
it inwards until his swollen head was safely through. It rebounded
back out along the length of his turgid column of muscle and
swallowed him up, further and further as he drew himself onto the
grimacing colt’s rump as far as he could climb.

Firmly in control now, he started to thrust with calm determination,
engorging himself with blood for maximum penetration. His testicles
swung back and forth with each heave, his grasping forelegs hanging
down around the colt’s belly as he hunched his shoulders, snorting
grimly as he worked. His mane shimmered and danced along his
gracefully arched neck, his slack muzzle leaving streaks of slobber
uncaringly down the colt’s withers and back.

Already beyond the point of no return, his sexual technique was
something to behold as he fell back, paused for a long moment, then
hurled his entire body forwards to slam his hindquarters up and in.
Unlike the clumsy, inexperienced young colt, he was going to milk the
experience for all it was worth, holding himself back as much as he
could until his penis was aflame, until his sperm was ready to
explode from his glands like a bomb going off.

A second gut-wrenching thrust followed using the same method, then a
third, a forth, a fifth, and finally a sixth! Rising onto tiptoes, he
groaned in agony as his jerks became alarmingly savage, every muscle
of his body twitching spastically as he reached his awesome climax.

With a dull grunt of bewilderment he ejaculated all at once, his tail
lashing the air as he blew his heavy wad of thick, milky spoof into
his lover’s intestines with his ultimate, consummating thrust. I held
his penis and felt his urethra rippling beneath my fingers, vomiting
his seed in churning waves again and again and again. By chance, I
glanced down, and saw that the young colt had an erection of his own
proudly out-thrust beneath him. Without a second thought, I let Rani
go and knelt on the grass to take his unfamiliar organ in my hands.

He flinched in shock, but with Rani pinning him down there was
nowhere to go. Luckily, the same though seemed to cross his mind
simultaneously, and his thick phallus did not resist my touch. I
began to massage his eager flesh, searching for the right grip to
drive him into action. It didn’t take long.

Within seconds he was helpless to fight back. Above me, Rani was
still lost in the throes of orgasm. I could hear his feeble gurgles
of content as he stood locked in place, and the colt was sliding his
fat cock easily through my hands. His head swelled to its fullest
diameter - so much larger than Rani’s! - and with a barely restrained
whinny of fury to warn me I found my face covered in sticky white
slime. I barely had time to react before he shot again, and I laughed
hysterically as his hot, curdled juice spewed over me. I opened my
mouth wide, and this time his next jet fired strait through my lips
with stinging force. I swallowed hungrily, he gushed again, and I
wondered how much more he had left inside.

One last fountainous geyser burst from within him, and suddenly it
was all over. I sucked the last drops from his slit as his penis
softened in my hands. I let it go, and it flopped stiffly free,
sagging as it fell and went limp.

I gave it one last caress, and reached Rani just as he dismounted. He
had stayed resting on the colt’s back to let his own erection
subside, and his flaccid penis popped out with a soggy slurping
sound. I caught its greasy dregs in the palm of my hand and lapped
them up happily as he slid back to earth, his fluttering nostrils
flecked with foam. Full of cum, my stomach churned as if demanding
more. I laughed again, louder this time. What did I care if somebody
heard? I was truly happy, perhaps even more than I had been the first
time I had masturbated Rani way back when he was just 12 months old,
so innocent and full of curiosity.

How vivid the memory was of that shy, tentative encounter! I would
never forget it as long as I lived. And neither would he. But what
now? There was a new player in our relationship, and I knew how
selfish of me it would be to deny them their new-found love. They had
every right to it. Love was too hard to find as it was. I felt glad
for both of them, but it couldn’t last. Racehorses were moving around
constantly, traveling from trainer to trainer, track to track. Rani’s
boyfriend could be taken away from him at any time, and there would
be nothing I could do about it.

Or was there?

A month later…

Life was good. Things were working out for me all over the place. It
seemed that nothing could go wrong. Even the building work was all
finished, and Rani’s old wooden stable was ready to be demolished.
Beside it stood a large new unit, air-conditioned, fitted out with
every mod con, and room for two…not one.

I walked out into the afternoon sunlight to admire it. The workmen
had done an excellent job. All that remained was to spread some straw
about and let them in. I let out a shrill whistle, and a few moments
later Rani and his new companion came cantering up the hill to see
what was going on.

“Hello, you two,” I said to them lovingly. “It’s a beautiful day to
be alive, isn’t it? What’ve the pair of you been up to?”

His eyes shining, Kris whinnied a reply, and I stroked his neck as he
whickered at me softly. What a fine stallion he would soon become,
although he had already proven it many times over! He was displaying
unmistakable signs of growing maturity, and not only in how he made
love. Patience was one of life’s most important lessons, and with
careful training he would make a welcome addition to our unorthodox
little family. The last few weeks had flashed by, one seemingly
unending series of intense sexual encounters, each of us taking turns
as the dominant partner, our bodies joined in an orgy of flying spunk
and heaving, sweat-stained bodies.

His owner had sold him willingly enough, though I could hardly have
explained why I was really buying him! Now he was where he belonged:
where his sexuality would be treasured, not out in the meat-market
world of professional racing where equine lives were traded so
cheaply.

Menage a trois, the French called it, a wonderfully romantic
description.

I bet they hadn’t had anything like this in mind!

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