A Dare Gone Wrong


Warrick stood watching over his handsome colt chasing the herd around the grass field. The old roan stallion couldn't help wishing that he had the younger stallion's energy. He snorted in amusement as he watched the bucking and playful kicking of the many youngsters. The one notable exception was Madoc, the young Palomino stallion, who was the offspring of the former herd stallion, even though he was roughly the same age as Warrick's son, Sterling. The roan herd stallion and his mare had taken over after Madoc's sire and most of his herd had been sold off. Madoc's dam had been near her time, so Henry, the farmer, had kept her. It had not been up to Warrick, still, he’d welcomed the mare and her son into his herd. It had given Sterling a rival, which was a good thing for a young stallion to have.


“Wow, look at them running... looks like they’re having a lot of fun.” Warrick's pointed equine ears flickered on his head. Maggie, the farmer's filly and only offspring, was standing by the fence, her and Henry looking out into the field together. Warrick knew the two humans well. He had watched Maggie grow from a freckled little thing with pigtails, to the tall young human mare she is today. “You would almost think they knew what was going to happen,” Maggie observed, making the stallion listen closer, as Henry leaned up against the fence, placing one boot onto the lowest wooden rail.


“They’re a lot smarter than most folks think they are,” he observed with a faint smile. He had always loved these big, sleek animals. “Anyway... it sure is going to be a change. I'm gonna miss ol' Warrick and the others, but I need the money and, besides, it will give Sterling and Madoc a chance to show what kind of stud they can become.” Looking across his land, he inspected the fenced-in areas, the largest containing the herd, with the other smaller ones mostly holding singled-out stallions, all of them on the older end in age. 


The other stallions had been bought around the same time as Warrick, serving as good breeding studs to maintain genetic diversity within the herd. However, Warrick had by far bred the most mares, with the other stallions only getting occasional opportunities when he brought a mare into their area for breeding. Yet, those stallions were still responsible for half of all the now adult foals born since Madoc's sire and his herd had been sold and removed. Henry could still vividly recall the day he sold the Palomino studs herd. Now, Henry would really have to stir up every one of those areas for things to work out


"Speak of the devil, Daddy. Here comes Warrick," Maggie remarked as he approached. The atmosphere felt sweet; the winter had faded overnight, and spring was by now in full swing. Finally, Warrick and the others wouldn’t have to endure the cumbersome clothing humans put on them in the harsh winter weather.


They fed him fresh grass from their hands as usual, gently stroking his fur in that special way only humans could. "Good horse, I’ll ensure you find a good home where you can grow old with your partner in crime," Henry chuckled, reminiscing about the old herd stallion who had met, charmed, and fallen in love with the one Warrick now cherished as the love of his life.


“So, how many are you going to sell again?” Maggie asked, leaning on the fence as she gazed at the herd in the distance. Living in this remote area truly felt like a blessing for these beautiful creatures, Maggie thought. The horses sometimes seemed wild to look at, with the expansive grass fields and forests on their property providing an amazing environment. It was something her father had boasted about to other farmers on multiple occasions. 


“I was thinking about selling half - the old stallions, of course, but mainly the ones Warrick has bred, along with most of his foals. Perhaps I’ll leave behind one of Sterling's sisters, considering how Madoc got a bit too personal with Meital the other day.” The two humans chuckled at the memory, as the pretty roan mare nearly knocked out one of Madoc's teeth when he got too close for her comfort.


“Well now, isn't that something,” Madoc snorted, nudging against the old stallion, showing signs of rough play. Warrick had a sense that it wouldn't be long before the golden stallion challenged him for the right to breed. “Looks like it's just going to be me and little Sterling,” Madoc observed with an aggressive snort, flashing the older stallion a taunting grin. He always referred to Sterling in a belittling manner, indicating his rivalry with the roan.


"Sterling will be the next herd stallion," Warrick said plainly. They both understood that the Warrick’s son was stronger and more of a fighter than Madoc. While the Palomino was a cunning stallion, known for tricking many of the other horses in the past, Warrick continued, "If you're lucky, Henry will move you to another field during the mating season." He lifted his head, gazing at his small herd with a touch of concern.


Knowing that Henry was a caring owner and wouldn't let any harm come to them, the big roan stallion still fretted for his offspring that would be left behind. "Don't look so worried, old buddy," Henry reassured, patting the sturdy, long neck of the equine gently, eliciting a soft knicker of pleasure from the stallion. "He's a good dad... worried about his offspring. I can understand that," the farmer chuckled, glancing over at his daughter, who would soon be returning to university. He couldn't help but fret about her being in the city, given her choice of boyfriends that didn't inspire much confidence.


"Heh... you two are just the same," Maggie snickered, observing the young Palomino stallion darting off into the field to play with the others. She reached over, feeding Warrick a sweet crunchy cube from her shirt pocket, a treat she often had on her.


“Oh, did I tell you Mel called? They want me to take in a rescued gelding. He was in pretty bad shape; it took them almost a month to nurse him back to health,” Henry shook his head at the cruelty some animals face.


“I told them I'd take him. I doubt the herd will have any trouble welcoming him.” The roan stallion crunched the feed in his mouth, savouring the taste, as he watched the two humans wander back towards the large shelter.


…..


By the time Warrick walked back to his herd, things had considerably calmed down. The older mares were busy grazing and grooming their nearly fully grown offspring, while others kept watch—a learned instinct due to the farm's size. "Where is Sterling? I need to talk to him," Warrick addressed the group in front of him.


"I last saw him walking towards the forest with Lanthe," his wife, the gorgeous roan mare Odette, chimed in. Despite her age, she remained a stunning presence, having birthed more than a few foals with her strong will and even stronger hind legs.


Without hesitation, Warrick trotted off towards the treeline, the sunset approaching while the cold and darkness settled in. Fortunately, Old Henry had not yet clipped their coats, so their fur remained long and suitable for insulation. These days, just a glance exchanged between the farmer and himself was enough for each to understand the other's thoughts.


Approaching the area, grunts were faintly audible from behind a rock. Shaking his head ever so slightly, Warrick moved closer and saw his colt and the colt's mare companion. The scene before him was more or less as he expected: his son enthusiastically mounting his mare. Warrick cleared his throat softly to alert the pair of his presence before them.


"DAD!" Sterling shouted, releasing his marefriend's neck from his jaw as he had been in the midst of climaxing. Jumping off, the three horses present heard the clear sound of his huge flare exiting her overstretched sex, a cascade of seed following suit as his mighty pole was now out in the open. A smile sneaked its way onto Warrick's snout as he looked it up and down, happy to know that his son had inherited all the good genes he had to offer. 


"We must speak," Warrick grunted to his son as Lanthe took the hint, smirking back over her shoulder as she trotted away. Tail held high, with a long string of thick gooey white dangling from her sleek tear-drop-shaped equine sex, the mare knew full well to show off what kind of stud had just rutted her. Sterling felt a strange jealousy at his sire being so close to his mare. It was silly, but he was ready to fight his own sire if the older male attempted to mount her.


"So, what is this about, Dad?" Sterling asked, his pink nose darkening with a blush at the thought of his sire catching him and Lanthe rutting. Even when Warrick pointedly ignored the female as she trotted away, swaying her rump in that alluring manner mares tended to have.


"I just overheard Henry and his daughter talking," Warrick began, finally catching Sterling's attention away from the mare Sterling loved so much. "Soon, your dam and I will be leaving. Soon, you will have to take over the herd." Sterling stared at his sire in shock, feeling oddly frightened by the message.


"What? Dad, but I, what am I going to do?" the young stallion stammered, his sire moving up to lay his long, narrow head on the other stallion's shoulder, feeling Sterling's strong heart.


"Oh, come on now... you are going to take your place as herd stallion. Of course you are; we always knew this day was coming," Warrick assured his handsome young son, the older stallion feeling intensely proud. "Madoc will test you, of course, but we both know you're a better male than him... Stronger... faster... more virile." The one thing Warrick carefully avoided saying was "smarter"... because he wasn't about to lie to his son.


It was Sterling's one flaw, well, perhaps two flaws: One, he was a bit dense, and two, he was very innocent. These were traits that the Palomino had taken advantage of in the past, much to Warrick's shame. Madoc had convinced Sterling that stallions often cleaned each other's male organs, a memory Warrick still recalled vividly. He remembered the day he’d found his son licking and lapping at the other male's organ. The older stallion had to explain to his son that he had been cruelly manipulated into pleasuring the other stallion. "Just watch him carefully... and beware of his tricks."


Warrick couldn't entirely fault Sterling, especially considering thow Sterling's stubbornness had shone through. As a result, Madoc had to reciprocate by attempting to convince him in a similar manner. Reflecting on the scene once more as Warrick walked back to the herd with his son, the image of the shaken Madoc remained clear in his mind.


His son’s stamina had made his erect pride stay firm with no seed spilling, Madoc, on the other hoof, had been shaking during his climax. Having witnessed Warrick mount a mare only once prior, neither colt had much experience with sex. This lack of familiarity led to multiple premature ejaculations from Madoc, causing him to linger in the forest for quite an extended period until his erect member subsided. It was also on that night that Lanthe made her first move on Warrick's son, with their union so loud it was heard outside the forest. This perhaps had been one of the reasons for why Madoc took so long to calm down.


*****


The following weeks were filled with preparation on Henry’s part as buyers came to inspect the various horses he had for sale. Warrick's reputation as a breeding stallion earned him a high price, reflected in his sale, along with his dam and two of his colts, to another farmer who wanted to breed roan horses.


Having relayed everything Henry said to him, Sterling wasn’t surprised to see all his siblings set for sale and bought one by one. He half-suspected that most of his half-stallion brothers wouldn’t arrive at their destinations 'intact', as many buyers seemed to make deals regarding future racing careers for them. If the stories from Maggie were accurate, their intact parts would likely be removed.


"It’s all right, buddy. I’m sure your new owner will be happy to have a stallion," he reassured one of his half-brothers as the horse was loaded into a truck. The carefree colt was unaware of the fate that awaited him, with the unsettling scissoring motion gestures the buyer had made still fresh in Sterling's mind.


His sisters were often picked up by eager young girls, thrilled to upgrade from ponies to horses to advance their riding careers. By the month's end, almost half of the herd had been sold, with his half-sister Meital being the last one from his family remaining. As his sire, dam, and two remaining colt brothers were being loaded, Sterling spoke to Warrick one last time before they would part ways for good.


"Damn, it's been a long week," Warrick observed with a tired sigh, the older stallion looking sadly at his handsome son. "I hate long goodbyes," the older male snorted, even as he watched the colts being loaded into a horse trailer. "It's better to just turn and trot off..."


Sterling gazed sadly, understanding that these emotional farewells were challenging for his soft-hearted father. He chose to remain silent, allowing his sire to express his emotions, as Warrick raised his head high, surveying his former domain one last time. "Be a good herd stallion, Sterling. Think before you act... Don't let Madoc embarrass you in front of the herd," the older stallion rambled on, offering advice and warnings that he believed his son should heed. This would be the final guidance Warrick would give to him. "Remember, no matter what, your mother and I love you. You will be a fine herd stallion." Warrick turned his long, equine head, locking eyes with his son for a moment.


"And remember, when they come into season, not all mares are as eager for you as Lanthe. Some mares can become irritable when in heat and may kick out if approached from behind. Try to mount them from the side when possible, not directly from the rear, so you're out of harm's way in case of a kick. I learned that lesson the hard way; take heed." 


"Ahem... Dad, what a thing to say," Sterling stammered, blushing deeply as the gate opened and Henry entered to collect his sire.


"Once you get a good grip, you can manoeuvre around behind and sink in," his sire advised as Henry attached a lead rope to his halter. Guiding the old stallion out of the field, Sterling paced along the inside of the fence. "It's your kingdom now, Sterling," Warrick called as he was loaded into the trailer, casting one last look at his stallion offspring. Sterling held his head high, bid a farewell, and then turned to prance away, knowing it was quite possibly the kindest gesture he could offer his sire. The older stallion, with watery eyes, watched his son race into the field.


Beside the old stallion stood his mate, while their two colt offspring were in the next trailer. "What a way to describe our first ever mating, my dear," Odette remarked, shaking her head slightly as her mate chuckled in response.


"Just trying to shield him a little. I know I could have used it before your majestic back legs made contact with my jaw," Warrick jokes, feeling over the spot where one of his big teeth should have been. The mare had broken it in half, leading Henry to remove the remaining part. Warrick thought of Henry as a kind, quiet, and caring farmer. Henry had allowed Warrick to freely roam the field to mate as many times as he wished. 


"Careful now, honey. Wouldn’t want our new owners to remove another tooth before you get to mount me once more," Odette chuckled. She’d overheard discussions about them going to a breeding farm, where Warrick would have the opportunity to mate with mares for a few more seasons before they retired him and her alongside him. This would likely leave their sons to continue breeding more roans with the awaiting mares once they were retired.






The breeding season was nearly upon them, with Warrick catching the scent of Odette's enticing aroma filling the entire trailer. His sheath stirred as the couple nuzzled their long heads into each other's shoulders, the audible sound of his member slapping against his stomach. "Do you think you could perhaps do, you know what?" Warrick inquired.


"Hmm, I could try. If I lay down, I might manage to get my lips close enough to give it a try," Odette teased. The two trailers drove away with the four horses before any more teasing words could be heard from the nearby field, where a rather puzzled female pony resided.


*****


Maggie watched her father load Warrick and Odette with tears in her eyes. She had spent a lot of time growing up with them and would miss them terribly. Understanding how perceptive horses were at sensing emotions, even those of humans, she had kept her distance to avoid making things harder for her father. Standing in the shadow of the barn amidst the growing darkness, she didn't want to upset him by showing her tears. As the two old trucks pulled their trailers away, she slowly walked over to where her dad stood, his arms resting on the wooden fence. Henry watched as Sterling stood on a small rise in the pasture, gazing out at the territory of his sire, now feeling strangely calm as the herd grazed peacefully nearby.


"You alright?" she asked as she joined him. Henry tilted his head, looking at her sideways. Her cheeks were dry but red from having rubbed away the tears. He smiled softly at her.


"It's never easy... letting go," he said with a grunt, clearing his throat as his own emotions choked him up a bit. "It was hard seeing them go, just like it was tough watching you head off to college." He chuckled softly, reaching over to wrap an arm around her body. "You'll experience that mix of joy and pain one day with children of your own. It's bittersweet... on one hand, you're proud of them for being bold, strong, and mature. On the other hand, you wish they could stay your little one forever... Your mother cried all night on your first night away. But that's life... and I'm proud of you for carving your path in the world. You'll be just fine... just like Warrick and the others. We'll miss them, but we know they're in good hands. I'm sure the Filberts wouldn't mind if we stopped by to see them from time to time."


Just then, a loud 'honk' interrupted their moment. Henry turned to see a big truck and trailer pulling into the drive beside the barn. "Oh, looks like that gelding is here," Henry spoke with a grin as he and Maggie headed to greet the driver. A few moments later, Maggie returned, leading the handsome midnight equine. Henry walked beside her as she stroked the gelding's shaggy mane gently and spoke softly to him.


"It's all right, you're going to really like it here," she assured the Friesian, whose ears swivelled around to listen as she spoke. The dark equine was undeniably beautiful, prompting Maggie to once again ponder how anyone could have mistreated such a magnificent animal. As Henry opened the gate, she led the Friesian horse into the field, glancing over at her father and asking simply, "What's his name?"


"Uranus," Henry answered with a roll of his eyes, explaining that the name had been chosen by one of the children among the shelter's staff. 


"You're kidding!" Maggie snorted as she petted and scratched the large equine for a moment before removing the halter, allowing him to move freely. He nickered and circled her slowly, his body gently nudging her as he sniffed around.


"I wish I were... but it’s right here on the paperwork. This poor gelding is named Uranus now," Henry remarked with a chuckle as the gelding sniffed at Maggie's head briefly. "At least he won't be vying for breeding rights..."


“So Sterling and Madoc shouldn't have too much of a problem with him,” Maggie noted as the handsome Friesian began to nuzzle at her shirt pocket. Apparently, his large equine nose had detected the scent of the sugar cubes she carried. 


"Hey, easy there, big guy... no one likes a pushy pony," Maggie giggled, gently pushing his muzzle away. However, the equine persisted, nudging her once more. Turning her around, he rubbed his head against her back roughly, engaging in that endearing way equines scent marked. Placing the last sugar cube in her pocket onto her palm, Maggie held her hands out flat. Uranus's rubbery Friesian lips explored her hand before picking up the cube and eagerly munching on it. 


As she moved down his body, rubbing his shiny dark fur while examining him, she noticed he was still a bit lean but had the rounded, soft look that geldings often acquired if neutered at a young age. "You could almost be mistaken for a mare," Maggie mused as she observed him, her hands sliding down his barrel and then up between his hind legs.


"Except for this, of course." Her warm hands toyed with his small sheath, checking if the shelter workers had thoroughly cleaned him, as the gelding savoured the sugar she had given him. Fortunately, it seemed they had removed any traces of smegma that could have been present within his tiny sheath. "Not that it's very noticeable." Uranus turned his head to look back at her as she softly touched his velvety flesh. "It's so small... seems more fitting for a colt than a male as big and healthy as you." The Friesian gelding felt a wave of embarrassment as the human remarked on his modest size for a male.


"Well, that's what happens when you geld a horse," Henry pointed out with a smirk, recalling the last fellow his daughter had brought home. He had almost been tempted to invite the guy out to the barn; after all, he had an EZ-bander out there, and that man should not be allowed to have any offspring. "He was most likely gelded very young... some people prefer to do it as early as possible." 


"Poor guy... never got to have any fun. Not that a mare would get much out of a thing small," Maggie chuckled, her fingers tracing the scar where Uranus's stud nuggets had once hung, wondering if they had been equally as small. She withdrew from his sheath, leaving the gelding looking around, as he quite suddenly felt alone.


"Well, like I mentioned, at least he won't be fighting with other males," Henry grunted as both humans strolled back toward the barn. "I'll fetch some sweet feed for all of them. We'll have them acquainted over a nice snack. It should help ease his transition a bit," Henry explained as they disappeared into the barn together. Uranus stood there, his head leaning over the fence, watching them depart.


…..


With the two humans walking away to likely prepare food for all the horses on this new farm. Uranus concluded that taking a short stroll to pass the time was a good idea, the sun hung low on the horizon, with an hour at most of sunlight left before darkness would render him invisible, as it always did. This was something the herd stallion at the place he used to call home had often become frustrated about, having run into the gelding more times than Uranus cared to remember.


"Home sweet home, I guess," Uranus murmured softly, his high-pitched equine voice a curse as much as it was a blessing. It’d allowed for him to move surreptitiously within his former home, eluding many of the more aggressive stallions. Each time they confronted him, he pitched his voice a bit lighter, ensuring they wouldn’t recognize him.


To his right was a small enclosure near the large barn, within it a pony not much smaller than himself. How he wished he'd grown taller after being gelded. Horse stallions typically aren’t taller than geldings since their hormones often halt their growth early. In contrast, geldings can benefit from trading their masculinity for additional height. Unfortunately, Uranus hadn’t been so fortunate. He was larger than a pony but had stood a hand or two shorter than both the mares and stallion at his previous farm, and considerably shorter than the herd stallion who’d viciously attacked him. The human farmers hadn’t intervened, dismissing the violence as natural selection. Only with the help of their neighbours had Uranus managed to survive. Making sure he was brought to a shelter for wounded animals.


“Hey, my name is Uranus. What’s yours?” he introduced himself to the smaller female. The Dartmoor pony reminded him of what a foal with an old friend might have looked like, had the farmers not denied him the opportunity after Uranus failed to mount her the first time. At the time, he had been a young foal, his adulthood having begun days before the attempted mounting, as his balls had only just dropped when he’d opened up to his love interest. 


…..


Madoc turned his head to the side, a faint scent that he didn't recognize making his nostrils twitch. He then heard a strange, high-pitched whiny. The aroused stallion had been following the mares for most of the day. Their heat was just beginning, and they were in a nice teasing mood that drove the males slightly mad. Lanthe had already received her first mount, a fact he knew because he had detected Sterling's scent on her. Now, it seemed there was a new mare in the field. He circled around slowly, searching for her. The sleek and dark form was difficult to spot in the steadily growing darkness. Carefully, the golden stallion advanced as this new, curvy mare, who stood and talked with a pony in the adjacent field.


“Freya, they call me Freya,” the sturdy pony announced proudly as she curiously eyed the large, inky, midnight-hued equine. “It is hard to see you in this darkness,” she observed with a snort, returning to clipping grass as she spoke. “So, you're new here... Have you met the herd yet?” she inquired with an innocent tone in her voice.


"Ummm, no..." Uranus replied softly, still feeling somewhat apprehensive about how he would be received by the new herd. "They just brought me in here. The herd is likely in the fields somewhere. The mares are coming into season, so they’re likely leading the stallions on a merry chase before... well, you know."


"They allow him to mount them," Freya interjected with a mischievous snicker, glancing over as she tilted her head at the other equine. Something felt off. The black horse didn't quite have the appearance or musky scent of a male. Yet, there was an ambiguity about her new companion that wasn't exactly female either, puzzling her momentarily. She then noticed the big golden stallion, Madoc, who’d moved almost noiselessly up behind the silky newcomer.


Uranus nervously nickered, freezing in place as he felt a round nose nudging under his long, flowing tail. Glancing back, the gelding was shocked to see a Palomino stallion behind him. A small part of his mind urged him to kick and buck, but he decided against it, not wanting to spark a conflict with the new herd stallion. So, the Friesian remained motionless, allowing the stud to investigate. Uranus felt the velvety nose between his hind legs moving upward. Madoc spread the heat-scented fluids in his lips, across the scar where those testicles had once been. The nose continued to nudge higher under his tail. Uranus remained silent, unwilling to disrupt the stallion, unsure of the herd's customs in this new environment.


"What a pretty thing, and just in time for the mating season," Madoc teased, his tongue going for the mare's pussy lips. A warm and slightly moist sensation met his lips, and he believed he had struck gold. Unbeknownst to the young Palomino stallion, he was actually licking up the sweat that had accumulated on Uranus’ tailhole during transportation in the surprisingly warm trailer. Extending further, Madoc attempted to slide his tongue inside, eager to savour this mare's heat juices.


"N-no..." Uranus blurted out, stepping back from the advancing stallion, his reluctance evident as he felt the tongue probing at his most private area. A moment of confusion flickered across Madoc's snout before a suggestive smile returned.


"Good, I was afraid it would be too easy," Madoc remarked, brushing his blonde coat against the smaller horse's shorter and much darker fur. He transferred scent from a mare he had attempted but failed to mate with all over the new arrival. Nearby, Freya observed silently, still grappling with an odd sensation in her mind. While she had a suspicion about the oddly named newcomer's identity, she chose not to disrupt the enthusiastic co-herd stallion's moment of apparent domination of this Friesian called Uranus.


If it hadn’t been for the approaching late hour and his midnight fur, Madoc might’ve noticed the heavy blush spreading across the confused Friesian's muzzle. The two horses stood still for a moment before Madoc circled around the smaller horse, transferring the scent of heat onto Uranus’ entire body before once again pushing his head under the well-kept silky hair Uranus referred to as his tail. Having heard the Palomino whisper an explanation of what was going on, the Friesian now understood that this was simply how some horses in the herd preferred to greet new members, a lie that Madoc assumed wouldn't work. Yet, the naive newcomer was easily manipulated, a stroke of luck for Madoc as it allowed him to catch up on the number of mares Sterling had mounted and impregnated so far.


As the handsome golden stallion circled back around, slipping his snout under his tail once more, Uranus did a little bounce, lifting his rear hooves off the ground slightly. It hinted that he might kick, though he was careful not to actually do so. Knowing the larger male could easily harm him, the slender gelding realised he was no match for this Madoc guy. "Umm, what are you..." he tried again as Madoc chuckled lewdly, aware that the newcomer was close to succumbing to him.


“Come on now, little one,” Madoc snickered, his voice muffled by the warm, sweet flesh he was nuzzling and licking. Uranus shivered intensely, feeling helpless, his urge to buck and run growing stronger. This was not the kind of herd greeting he had anticipated; in fact, this stallion seemed to be acting as if Uranus were a mare. The hot breath felt unfamiliar as it moved down his body, the fuzzy nose pressing between his thighs 


“What the heck!” The gelding grunted in shock as he sensed the golden stallion pushing up under him. This was far beyond bizarre—a squeal escaped him as he felt a warm mouth on his flesh. While he had heard of males engaging in such behaviour, he had never believed it. “Hey, stop that!” He neighed this time, as Madoc’s long tongue slid over his sheath. Reacting with defiance, he tried to assert his dominance, the blunt tip of his tiny and useless member now visible. Madoc emitted a surprised, choking grunt before retreating. The golden stallion appeared horrified, blinking wide-eyed at the inky shadow.


“You... you are not... you're not a mare!” Madoc spat on the ground, pawing with one front hoof, clearly upset and humiliated. Glancing around hastily, he was relieved to see that only the small pony in the next field had witnessed the incident.


“No... No, I'm not,” Uranus admitted weakly, visibly ashamed at being mistaken for a mare.


The stare-down between the two males abruptly ended when laughter erupted from the neighbouring field, the pony laughing uproariously after witnessing Madoc, the usually overconfident stallion, mistaking a male for a female.


"I... I'm a gelding," Uranus confessed, feeling ashamed at being mistaken for a curvy mare.


"Nothing happened here, you jerk, got it!" Uranus nodded fearfully, the Palomino grunting and clenching his teeth. Madoc swiftly sprinted off at high speed, making a beeline for the nearest forest to circle back around the herd. With each step, a new part of his clever plan took shape, and Madoc beamed broadly upon reaching the treeline.


Meanwhile, at the fence, Freya was nearly finished with her laughter, the little pony leaning against a large tree, breathless from her fit of giggles. In her slightly out-of-breath state, the unfit pony smiled warmly at the newcomer. “Don’t worry about him," she reassured, "Henry’s main flock of horses currently has two stallions. Henry, our owner, wants to determine the superior breeding stud, so he's allowing both to stay within the main fenced-off area.” Freya elaborated, explaining that the stallions weren’t thinking too much at the moment about what they where doing, rather only about who they were doing —as that was the most important thing for each of them at present: To mate and procreate, ensuring that their offspring would be the only ones born to the herd's mares.


“Herd stallions, I guess it’s a common theme amongst all herds,” he said, his head hung low as memories swept over him. He had never been approached the way Madoc had done, but he had been thrown around more often than not when he got too personal with the many mares within the herd. The young colts were always eager to show off to the mares and fillies by abusing him whenever they got the chance.


"The two co-herd stallions are definitely competitive, but normally, their behaviour isn't this frisky. It's just because of the challenge they’re facing,” Freya explained, in no big hurry to trot off as the two equines seemed to hit it off in a surprisingly friendly manner. This came as a bit of a shock to Uranus, who had never spoken to a pony before.


“How many mares are there in this herd again?” he couldn’t resist asking, hoping to make a few female friends like he’d had back at his old farm.


“I haven’t tried counting, especially since many were sold off not long ago… In fact, four horses were sold and driven away just before you arrived.”


“Really? I guess I'll have to check out the area for myself then.” His voice carried a tone of concern. The Friesian had hoped the pony would be his way into making friends, outside of her, of course. He quickly admitted to himself that he’d grown quite fond of the pony already.


…..


Madoc encountered Meital, a filly on the cusp of marehood, within the forest. He raised his head, curiously drifting towards the front of the field near the barn, his pointed equine ears rotating atop his head. "Hmmm, that's strange..." Madoc pondered aloud, paying no mind to the intrigued filly he knew harboured interest in him.


"What is it? Do you hear something?" Meital inquired, viewing the handsome golden stallion as a desirable mate, if not for the fact that he was a true horn dog, who had been trying to get her to let him mount her for years now.


"I hear a mare whinnying, but it's not one I recognize?" Madoc scraped at the grass, his long pink length unfurling from his sheath, the stud seemingly unaware of it even occurring.


"Do you think Henry has brought in someone new?" Meital asked, excitement lacing her tone as she observed Madoc exhibit the flehmen response, lifting his upper lip. This made the filly sigh, reminded again that the golden stallion was a horny bastard.


"If he has... she will be mine!" Madoc declared with a lustful snort, his hefty member audibly striking against his light furred barrel.


“Haha, we'll see what Sterling has to say about that,” Meital called over her shoulder as she raced off towards where the herd was grazing. Madoc smirked faintly as he chased after her, deliberately letting the beauty pull ahead while his arousal bobbed comically between his legs. He knew that news of a new mare would sound much more credible coming from Meital than from him.


“Hey... hey now, Sterling doesn't need to know anything about the new mare,” Madoc called out gruffly, his voice tinged with excitement as he followed Meital. This act only made her burst into a competitive giggle as she hastened toward her grazing half-brother. 


Sterling, meanwhile, raised his head, observing as Meital bolted from the trees with Madoc not far behind. The sight of Madoc, his arousal swaying beneath him, made Sterling snort with amusement as they closed in on his position. Preparing himself for any potential challenge from Madoc, as Sterling was ready to defend his status as herd stallion. 


“What's going on?” he asked, an amused smirk playing on his lips as Meital swiftly approached. “Is the horn-dog trying to mount you again?”


“Haha, no,” Meital laughed breathlessly, pausing to observe the aroused golden stallion as he halted not far away. He, too, was breathing deeply, an unusual look of nervousness on his muzzle. “We... well, he,” she gestured with her nose towards Madoc, who pranced back and forth, eyeing her intently. A smile played on her lips as she blurted, “Henry has brought in a new mare... and Madoc thinks she’s deep into her heat. He was planning to mount her before you even knew she was in the field with us,” Meital relayed swiftly, while Madoc grimaced at her with an expression of disgust. The youthful, alluring mare teased the frustrated stud with a stuck-out tongue, as Sterling lifted his head, sampling the air.


“I doubt she is deep in heat,” Madoc countered, his demeanour projecting nervousness and heightened arousal. The prominent erection beneath his belly smacked against it loudly, his words contradicting the obvious signs. “Actually, I'm not even sure it wasn't the pony in the next field I was smelling.” Sterling's lips curled into a knowing smirk; Freya had been part of the scenery for years. Both stallions were familiar with the distinctive scent of the pony, spicy if Sterling would say so himself, Freya typically entered her season later than the mares in the field with them, likely due to her solitary confinement in her own enclosure. While it’s a common occurrence for mares in a group to synchronise their cycles.


Not one to wait around, Sterling began trotting towards the forest from which his half-sister and rival had emerged. The sun was hanging low on the horizon, with less than half an hour of sunlight remaining before darkness would envelop the farm. Behind him, Madoc, Meital, and two other mares from the herd followed, their journey through the forest swift and uneventful as Sterling tracked the scent of this new mare's heat.


“Where do you think the mare is?” Meital inquired, trailing just behind her half-brother. The presence of a stallion both behind and ahead of her stirred her mating instincts. She felt a tinge of annoyance as she noticed Madoc eyeing her from behind, the sound of his organ slapping against his belly still audible. 


“Probably at the entrance is my guess, perhaps socialising with little Freya, though I'd be surprised if she bothered to pay much attention to her,” Sterling conjectured, considering how the small pony wasn’t much inclined to chat when around larger equines.


“Come on, Sterling, she’s not that shy. I even managed to talk to her not so long ago!” Meital's enthusiasm permeated the air as they emerged from the end of the forest.


“There you are.” He paused and took a deep breath, halting upon spotting two silhouettes not far from the entrance to the fenced-off area. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Sterling voiced his surprise upon observing Freya engaging in what appeared to be conversation.


“I wonder if her name is Midnight?” Meital giggled, gazing down at the hill at the inky black silhouette of the newcomer. The figure stood in stark contrast to the small pony across the fence, even as Sterling's noticeable arousal emerged from his sheath. Meital rolled her eyes at her half-brother’s overeager reaction, noting his similarity to Madoc in thinking with instinct rather than intellect. She pondered the peculiarities of stallions as she watched Sterling and the Palomino make their way down the hill. Meital couldn't help but snicker, observing both stallions awkwardly running with their dicks prominently displayed. Oddly, Madoc seemed to struggle more than Sterling, a peculiar sight considering Madoc was constantly sporting one and chasing females around. She quickly followed the duo, while the other two mares lagged behind, evidently less intrigued.


Sterling arrived well ahead of Madoc, disregarding the palomino’s sly attempts at distraction. Aware that he sought to prevent him from approaching the new mare, he sensed a potential conflict looming. “Well, hello there, beauty,” Sterling flirted, circling the newcomer, sniffing and assessing the air. Her heat was as strong as Meital's, the scent driving him crazy.


“Ahem... hello,” the shadowy figure replied timidly, retreating a step as the big stallion came intimidatingly close. The roan gently nibbled and teased, while Uranus looked on, bewildered by Sterling’s unconventional approach. “Emm, look, I don’t want to offend,” he began, but was abruptly silenced as the new stallion pressed his nose under his flowing black tail.


Sterling grunted as Madoc's shoulder collided with him, forcefully nudging him back a few steps while the golden stallion thrust his head under the tail. “Oho, that's it,” Sterling yelled, rearing up to thrust his front hooves down onto Madoc's shoulder, the inflicted pain causing Madoc to retreat and confront his rival with fury. They stood tensely for a moment, as the bewildered gelding froze in panic. “So, are you going to fight me? Has the time come!” The roan challenged, observing Madoc step back, the Palomino gradually shaking his head.


“Just trying to save you from embarrassment... Lanthe has already spread word about your lacklustre skills,” Madoc claimed smoothly, ensuring only the two of them could hear. “All the mares will see what a weakling you are if you mount her. It’s better you leave her to me. That way, they won’t realise how inept you are until after you’ve left them quivering in need. But I dare you, mount her and shame yourself in front of us.”


“Shut up! And get lost,” Sterling retorted, feigning a charge at the other stallion and watching contently as Madoc retreated towards where Meital stood watching.


“Haha... too scared to challenge my brother?” Meital teased, watching as Madoc weaved around her before halting beside her to spectate.


“I wouldn't engage him over this!” The stallion sneered suggestively, inciting the young mare to cast a curious glance his way. Initially, she dismissed it as mere bitterness. However, upon looking Madoc over more closely... “Wait, Sterling,” she attempted to caution, even as her stirred brother emitted a squeal, rearing to place his forelegs over the black mare's back.


Unlike before, Uranus lashed out this time, the gelded male felt the roan stallion behind him. Sterling barely avoided a weak kick to the muzzle. as he approached the smaller equine too aggressively from behind. Warrick's words echoed in the young stallion's mind as he recalled the advice given to him not so long ago. After a few more frantic kicks, he circled around the black mare completely, repositioning himself to approach her from the side. The Friesian's anger and frustration masked, as it blended into the darkness that surrounded them.


"Relax, I'll make this worth your while," Sterling flirted, nuzzling against Uranus' side and soft fur as he redirected his attention to his original target, the scent of a mare in heat emanating from that rump. The familiar scent briefly puzzled Sterling, before his hormones took control. Rearing up, he draped his forelegs and upper body onto the reluctant mare’s back. Feeling the muscles of her body tense, as his own hind legs were off to the side to avoid any kicks she might throw. Caught off guard by the sudden impact, Uranus felt a massive body collide with his back, causing the Friesian's legs to almost buckle beneath him.


"W-what... what are you doing—" It was a good thing he’d used his sires trick, because the Friesian's hind legs kicked back reflexively first one and then the other. Until the weight of the stallion's body forced the helpless gelding to brace on all four legs, to keep from being pushed onto the muddy ground below him.


"Easy... easy now," the big roan stallion on his back nickered soothingly, as his huge body swiftly twisted and positioned itself behind the now pinned form of the Friesian. Uranus was tossing his head up and down in protest, squealing and screaming for the herd stud to stop. Everything he said or did was utterly ignored by the horny male above him, the gelding knew the power of mating hormones, yet was nevertheless shocked. Uranus freezing in fear, he’d been kicked, bitten and bullied by stallions in the past... but had never experienced anything like this! "Here we go little mare," Sterling whispered, as his body at last slipped into a proper mounting position behind the frozen Friesian. His initial wild stabbing thrusts veered slightly, seeking that small teardrop shaped mare slit. Instead of encountering the anticipated wet, velvety warmth and tightness, Sterling's movement only struck Uranus' rear, propelling the dark figure forward. The Friesian found himself on his two forelegs faltering, the gelding now with his rump high in the sky while his front body was bent over. He struggled to rise as the heavier stallion above him kept him pinned.


"Please, I'm not who you think I am," his voice quivered, eyes shifting towards the observing pony. Freya appeared equally as shocked, though in a different way, as wet winking sounds could be heard from her direction. Was she getting aroused watching this taboo mounting?


"Sorry sexy mare, I didn't think your slit would be so high up," Sterling breathlessly offered his apology, adjusting his rock hard prick to align properly with the mare's oddly high sex. The struggling Friesian felt hot, slick, fluids rubbing over the flesh of his tight pucker. It felt both alien and at the same time incredibly wrong to his stunned mind. Uranus struggled to clamp his tail down over that taboo orifice, but only a few dozen strands of long flowing tail hair got in the way of the throbbing organ. "Gotcha!" Sterling grunted triumphantly, as his powerful hip's drove brutally forwards.


"ARGH!!!" Uranus bellowed in pain as he felt a sharp discomfort, his doughnut now pierced by a stallion-hood likely three times his own size from what Uranus could feel. Luckily for him the tip had not fully flared yet, still, the invasion was fast and brutally hard. Tears welled up in the gelding’s eyes as the unfamiliar sensation engulfed him, the delicate flesh of his tailhole burning and aching with agony. Ripping in places from the violent stretching that huge meat stick was inflicting, the trapped tail hairs being forced deep inside of his rump. Carried along by the wide flat equine dick head, the squealing stallion humped and thrusted wildly. Forcing his organ deeper and deeper into the dark newcomers hole, Uranus felt his belly bulging as Sterling pounded away lustfully. The spectators gazed on in shock, contemplating the sheer size of Sterling’s sire stick. Meital couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the thought of the mare's tightness, compared to her own aroused and more relaxed teardrop.


"So... snug… so tight... oh yeah!" Sterling managed to mutter through gritted teeth, his pride managing to penetrate all the way until his medial ring, his intent clearly to sire a foal with the striking beauty. Oblivious to Uranus's suffering, the roan continued his lustful movements.


Spikes of some sort of pleasure did happen within his guts, but his likely bleeding sphincter stopped his brain from registering any of it. The gelding was feeling mostly shock and horror at what was happening to him. No way was an equine male supposed to allow himself to be rutted like a mare, vaguely Uranus heard himself repeating 'I'm Not A Mare!' not that the one on top of him was listening at all. The helpless gelding sobbed wildly, pain and humiliation overcoming his brain. Likewise, his dormant stallion pride tried to make his stallion-hood drop to get back on top of the stallion violating him, like how it had done with Madoc, showing itself to try and push away challenging males who might deface him.


Yet, it was all for nothing, the small gelding knew he could not win a fight against this bigger male. And so he just stood there taking it, hoping and praying that the bigger male would just finish and climb off of him soon.


"Wait wha—" Meital stammered in shock, as she watched the inky midnight mare grow a fifth leg. "Wh-wha, is that?" She asked softly when Lanthe trotted up beside her and Madoc, the latter watching with a lewd smirk of disgust. The other herd mares joined them, watching as Sterling bucked and squealed, enjoying the pleasure of what he was doing.


"A dick... your brother is rutting a gelding in the tailhole," Madoc laughed in derision, as he looked the females in the eyes slowly one at a time. Meital was staring in disbelief at the thin organ dangling below the Friesian's furry belly. Lanthe looked on with a mixture of shock and disgust, she’d been allowing Sterling to mount her for some time, everyone knew. The other two mares who’d not yet allowed the large roan stud to mount them shared looks of horror, disgust and relief that he’d not sired foals on them. Madoc's smile widened, as he watched Meital race up to nuzzle and sniff at that dangling organ. Before she circled back around to where they stood watching, her disbelief had vanished to be replaced with anger.


"You tricked," she started to accuse, but Madoc was having none of that. Snorting loudly he pounded his shoulder into her slight body to shove her away from Sterling, as he didn’t want Sterling to realise his mistake just yet, while in the process displaying that he was the bigger and more powerful equine to the others.


"I tried to warn him... You heard me, he was going to fight me over that... Sissy Tailhole! I guess he really wanted it," the slender Palomino stallion pointed out with a sneer, tossing his head back towards Sterling. The roan had that excited rear hoof tapping, he always got just before he climaxed within a mare he was rutting. Beside him Madoc noticed Lanthe looking noticeably sickened, she had seen Sterling reacting that way when he was on her own back after all."I didn't want to say anything, but he’s threatened to rut me for some time now."


"Bullshit... you just didn't want to fight him. Because he would have kicked your ass!" Meital snorted angrily, looking around at the other mares... Who normally would have agreed with her automatically, now they just stood there silently watching Sterling rutting the gelding.


"He... threatened to do something much worse than kicking it," Madoc snorted as the heads of the mare's all jerked back in shock, a look of understanding crossing their long muzzles at Madoc's words. No true stallion would have wanted to be on the receiving end of the treatment Sterling was giving the helpless gelding.


"You're lying..." The pretty filly stamped her delicate hoof, as her anger flared at the gloating Madoc. "Sterling would never... never do—" Meital's denials trailed off, while they watched the roan stallion doing just that kind of thing. Madoc flashed an infuriating grin, with Meital feeling a shiver of excitement run through her involuntarily. The golden stallion was a lustful bastard; however, he was a sleek and handsome bastard who would no doubt produce fine offspring. Meital shook her head violently, aware that her growing heat cycle was affecting her judgement about the stallion.


Across from them, Sterling grunted and nicked loudly, his hips moving vigorously. His sleek, roan-red coat was covered in frothy foam from equine sweat, his mouth chewing on the utter blackness of the gelded male's furry neck. Poor Uranus looked terribly sick and horrified, his sleek, midnight fur also covered in foaming equine sweat. From the expression on his muzzle and his body language, it was clear that the poor gelding was distressed by his experience. His head was lowered to the ground, eyes almost bulging, while his tongue lolled from his open mouth. His ears were flattened against his head, and he panted for breath so forcefully that his lungs ached. The poor gelding squealing and making painful grunts, as the huge equine brutally violated his now gaping orifice.


"Hur Hur Hurr," Sterling was loudly nickering, his powerful body battering the helpless male under him farther into submission. The roan enjoyed the masculine power he felt, every time he bred a mare masterfully like he was doing at that moment. Deep inside of that wet velvety passage, Sterling’s organ throbbing as he pounded away. Feeling his big blunt tip flaring deep within, his swinging balls starting to draw up within their sack. 


"How horrible... I just feel so terrible for poor Lanthe," Marta, one of the herd mares who had followed Sterling, murmured softly to her friend, Greta. Her tone was not at all sympathetic towards Lantho, who was going to become the lead mare if Sterling became herd stallion.


"Yes," Greta snorted, barely able to suppress her amusement while watching Sterling enjoy the gelding’s tailhole. "Allowing herself to be bred by such a deviant stallion... Her offspring is surely tainted by his sire's unnatural desires." Marta nodded in sage agreement, even as Meital turned to glare at the pair nastily.


"You ladies are lucky to have a real stallion you can turn to," the Palomino snickered, moving over to nuzzle the two mares eagerly. Wanting to make it plain that his only interest was in females, something he'd been doing annoyingly for years. He couldn't help flashing Meital another leering grin, the young mare humiliated to feel her body growing damp from it. "I am most happy to help any mare... or filly who'd like a fine foal in their bellies," Madoc boasted with a teasing chuckle, circling around them, nipping and nuzzling in a flirtatious manner.


Sterling flicked a glance over towards the watching herd, the gathered mares all looking on with shocked expressions. It was confusing to the young stallion; they must have known he was going to breed any mare who stood for him. This shiny black beauty would be part of his herd... he'd be siring lots of offspring with her. "Hurr Hurr Hurr... Oh yeah... here comes your foal!" he announced with a loud whinny of pleasure, his large body stiffening for a moment. The throbbing dick gushed thick seed inside the passive body below, until at last he sagged in exhaustion with his head dandling down the side of the sleek black barrel. 


"Yeah! Ohhh yeah... that was good, you felt sooooo good," Sterling babbled breathlessly as he lay there panting for breath, until suddenly he noticed the swinging black hose under the other equine's belly. Lowering his head farther, he sniffed at it in surprise, half-closed eyes flying open in shock and surprise. "Wh-what… how?" he stuttered when it finally dawned on him. The roan dismounted, dragging his still semi-hard organ out. The following lewd 'pop' from Sterling's massive flare exiting and the gelding's whinnying of pain signalled the end of this mounting session. Sterling stood there stunned for a long moment, staring at the gaping anus as it fountained his sparkling seed. Between the geldings' wide spread hind legs, that pitiful, limp male organ dangled down mockingly.


"I... I didn't." He looked over at the mares, seeing them cuddled close to the smirking Madoc. Behind him, Sterling had vaguely heard the humans conversing, but the pleasure and then shock had made him ignore them mostly. Wheeling, the completely mortified stallion bolted away, followed swiftly by Meital and a bit more slowly by a shame-faced Lanthe. The pretty mare glanced back at the other laughing equines, as Madoc was making sly remarks and lewd jokes she was glad not to hear.


Uranus shivered uncontrollably, limping away from the spot of his humiliation. As the two humans entered the field, the young mare known as Maggie moved over to him. "It's okay, buddy... calm down now, it's okay," she cooed softly, looking him over carefully. Other than a small rip on one side of his shiny black sphincter, the gelding didn't appear injured. Stroking his shaggy mane for a few moments, until the Friesian began to relax, laying his head across her shoulder. Uranus shivered, nickering softly, as he looked across the fence at the pony.


"Wow... that sure was a show," Freya whispered excitedly, looking up into the Friesian's eyes as he stood there letting the human comfort him. "I never thought watching one male mount another would be so... exciting!" The little pony confessed in an excited and aroused squeal that made Uranus feel, if anything, even more sick with embarrassment. "It's not something you see every day... Wow, just wow. It was so aggressive and primal. I'm so wet from simply watching it." Freya took a deep breath, chuckling lewdly as she looked at the human mare in surprise. "It smells like I'm not the only one." Uranus flinched; now that the pony pointed it out, he could smell the human's arousal as well.


…..


“What’s going on out there?!” Maggie asked, the large quantity of food they'd prepared now ready to be driven out and into the herds field. It was within a box on the tractor's pallet fork, Maggie a little surprised at how long it had taken to prepare. The box contained corn mixed with ingredients to ensure that the herd received fats, carbohydrates, protein, vitamins, and minerals. All the stuff she and her daddy knew the horses would love to munch on. 


“Not sure, but I can make out the sounds of Sterling and Madoc whinnying… perhaps they’re finally deciding who the herd stallion should be?” Henry pondered, both he and his daughter sweating profusely from having mixed possibly a few tons of feed. 


“Let's get out there quickly, Daddy. I feel anxious hearing all those sounds,” Maggie said with haste. She climbed into the tractor, driving it as she had done for years at this point—not that it had been legal, but her father had always believed in giving her opportunities.


The drive was short; Maggie parked the tractor about 50 metres away from where she and her dad had left Uranus. Upon turning off the tractor's lights, Maggie and her father stumbled upon quite the surprising scene. “Is Sterling doing what I think he’s doing?” Maggie asked in a wondering tone, following her father as they approached the equine group.


“Well I’d be damned, didn’t see that coming from Sterling of all stallions… A faggot horse,” Henry spoke in wonder, watching the big roan on two legs with the geldings rump and the stallions croutch almost touching, the stallion seemingly having managed to get most inside. 


“Ew dad, it’s called gay. And no, Sterling is clearly bisexual, after all we’ve seen him mount Lanthe a handful of times by now, Maggie protested. The blush nevertheless grew on her confused face. She’d known Sterling for quite some time now, and the roan had never seemed interested in the herd's other males in this manner, not even once.


“Well… perhaps, but that just makes this even more puzzling,” Henry scratched his head, the mounting stallion unmounting the poor Friesian gelding as he and his daughter reached the fence. The following pop from Sterlings flare exiting Uranus and the geldings whinnying of pain signalling the end of this mounting session. 


“Pounded the poor guy onto his knees and all,” Henry thought out loud, seeing the thick seed flowing from the gaping tailhole, while the rest of that rump was also covered in the same essence. The dark rump glistening in the early evening moonlight from all of that potent seed Henry had hoped Sterling would pump into the herd mares.


“What shall we do with you?” The farmer tapped his foot against the driveway gravel, his daughter quite as she just spectated Sterling running away, the stallion surprisingly having two mares running after him, though Henry couldn’t tell just who those two were. Left in the roan’s dust was Madoc, the Palomino stallion trotting around the two mares that had stayed behind with him, the gelding on his part walking on shaking legs towards the smaller Pony. 


When things calmed down a little, the two walked into the area. Maggie went over to the still bent-over Friesian, helping to calm the broken gelding. Meanwhile, Henry locked eyes with the treeline Sterling had run at. The farmer shook his head. In all his years, this was a first. 
"What to do indeed..."