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Reposting story, now that all is normal here again

Here it is, Part one

Reunion A mostly true story about my first return to fence jumping by Horseaxe

My heart pounded in my chest as I crept quietly through the darkened woods,
pursuing the lights of a distant farmhouse through the trees. A tiny
flashlight, shielded with a long tube, illuminates the littered ground ahead,
allowing me to avoid the many snags and fallen branches silently. Am I a
burglar? Am I stalking the lonely farmhouse to rob its owners of their worldly
possessions? No. I am, however, considered a criminal, even though that for
which I quest is desired by only a few, and causes no harm to anyone. I walk
through the woods, shortly arriving at an old split rail fence. A square wire
mesh is stretched across the rails, and the posts are scarred where a strand of
barbed wire had recently been removed. I climb the fence easily, and enter an
outer pasture of the farm. I am familiar with the layout of the place, as I had
visited it when it was unoccupied. It has many long, narrow paddocks, 1/2 to 2
acres each, separated by overgrown hedges of evergreens and scrub. It had once
been a bull breeding station, and had been vacant for several years until just
recently, when the new owners had turned it into a boarding stable. Almost none
of the pastures are visible from the house, making it perfect for my business.

The pasture is long and narrow. The forest encroaches on the corner I was
standing in, but the trees were further apart and the ground was covered by
tall grasses. A gate was located in the center of each of the two sides of the
pasture opposing me. It appeared deserted, an empty field of tall grass waving
gently in the moonlight. Surrounded by the forest on one side and tall hedges
of spruce, sumac, hazel, cedar, and arbor vitea on the other three sides, the
pasture was out of any view.

Turning off my light, I strode silently out into the field, my footsteps
softened by my knee-length, black leather moccasin boots. With a sudden jolt, I
trip over something laying in the tall grass. An animal jumps up with a
panicked squeal and bolts away through the tall grass.

Suddenly, the ground around me seemed to erupt with what seemed like more than
a dozen scared animals. I couldn't tell what kind of critters I had tripped
over, but I thought they might be goats. They all ran down to the far end of
the pasture, some of them so small they were just visible as ripples in the
grass. When they reached the end, they turned and started running back.
Thoroughly spooked, I turned and started to sprint back to the safety off the
fence, only to find my way blocked by what I was sure was a mini stallion.

His eyes were big, His ears were back, his mane and tail were bristling in a
pose as intimidating as a horse that only came up to my hip could be! He
snorts, and thumps the ground.

I softly speak to him, just loud enough so that my voice has its full
resonance" Hey, little fella, want some treats?"

I reach into my pocket and get out several of the cinnamon candies I always
take with me on these trips. Unwrapping one, I squat down to his level and hold
one out to him. He stretches out his neck, sniffing cautiously, then shakes his
mane and takes a few steps toward me, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Come on, " I say, " I'm not gonna hurt you "

Again, he stretches out his neck to sniff, and then walks more confidently up
to me, taking the candy and turning slightly away. In the dim moonlight he
looks magnificent from the side. He appears to be a dappled grey, with a
lighter mane and tail. He is well groomed and healthy looking, his light grey
coat shimmers slightly over his taut muscles. Happier now that he has gotten
his treat, he circles around to me and snuffles my face. We briefly exchange
breath - His smells of sweet grass and corn. Still sniffing and snorting
softly, he pokes me with his nose, and then lips my hand, clearly asking for
more candy. I have never met a horse that didn't have a serious weakness for
cinnamon disk hard candy. Unwrapping another, I present it to him. As he
accepts the gift, I realize that I am surrounded by a small herd of mini
horses.

"Hello" I gently say. My voice causes a momentary stir among the gathered
minis, but soon they are all quiet again.

Counting them, I find six mares ( two of them very obviously pregnant! ), two
foals, and the stallion. I unwrap more candy, passing it out in general.
Quickly my pocket is emptied of candy, so I reach into my kit bag and pull out
a large handful more. The little horses are soon crowding around me, begging
for more. When everyone is happily munching a mouthful of spicy sweets, I turn
my attention back to the stallion. I reach out and scratch his neck along the
mane, and under his chin. In response, he moves closer to me and hangs his head
over my shoulder. I scratch his neck some more, and start working on his back
and sides as well. Relaxing and enjoying the attention, he leans into me for a
few moments, until one of the mares noses him sideways.

He runs her off, along with several other mares, and then pauses to sniff each
one quickly. Having inspected his herd, he raises his head and sniffs deeply,
smelling the gentle breeze. Watching him, I notice he is getting an erection. I
realize with excitement there must a rutting mare somewhere nearby. His penis
drops in stages, finally swaying and twitching beneath his belly, half limp. He
tosses his head and makes flemmen, wrinkling his lip and straightening his
neck, then trots over to where I am sitting in the grass. He slides his flank
along my shoulder, and turns slightly, pushing against my shoulder.

"So you have a girlfriend here somewhere, huh?", I ask him. I am getting
excited myself - a mare in heat could mean a lucky night for me. "What can I do
to for you for telling me about her?" I say to him, even though I already had
an answer.

I cannot resist touching the dangling penis, so I gently grasp it near the base
and lightly slide my hand down its length. His cock is smooth and soft, and
only a little damp near the head. My touch causes him to startle a bit, but he
doesn't leave. I take this as permission to continue, and begin to lightly
stroke the underside of his penis. With a low groan, he stretches out his
hindquarters and turns his head to look at me. I slip off the strap to my bag
and take a more comfortable position next to him and return to stroking his
stiffening rod.

His cock is black, with patches and streaks of pink and grey toward the end. In
the glow of my light the head looks dark and craggy, with the urethra extending
pinkly from the end. I am now encircling his shaft with my fingers while slowly
stroking it. The stallion is obviously enjoying the sensation, and has started
humping slightly.

Emboldened by his positive reaction, I lay down beside him and take the head of
his cock into my mouth. His penis has a strong 'horsey' flavor, as does the
spurt of pre-cum that bubbles out of his slit when I gently suck at his
cockhead. With a low nicker, he tries to hump more of himself into my mouth. I
allow him to go as far as he can, still stroking the long smooth shaft with my
hand. I begin to move my head back and forth in time with my hands, laving his
glans with my tongue. Pre-come flows freely from his urethra, some of it
drooling down my cheek, into my beard. He stomps his forelegs in excitement,
and very soon his glans begin to swell.

I dart my tongue around his slit in the groove formed by his flaring cockhead,
and I am rewarded with a whiney of delight, followed by the first jets of come.
His tail flagging, the stallion blasts my tonsils with a second wad of fluid.
With my mouth full of expanded cockmeat, I have to swallow as much of the tasty
come as I could. The rest spewed out my nose and around my tightly stretched
lips. My beard was soaked, and the shoulder of my shirt was spattered with
thicker, stickier cum as his orgasm reached its peak. At last, several gobs of
even thicker jism lurched from the end of his shuddering penis. His glans
almost immediately began to shrink. At last able to free my mouth, I gasped for
breath in the aftermath of his orgasm.

After petting and scratching him some more (and cleaning myself up a little
with wipes from my kit ), I approach the other horses. After some petting and
rubbing and general introductions, I stood up and walked off in search of the
rutting mare that had aroused the stallion in the first place. I needed to find
a release from the horniness that consumed me after blowing the little
stallion.


Part Two

I walk across the pasture and jump the fence at the gate, entering another
similar field. This one actually is empty. Hearing a horse snort from the next
pasture, I continue across the grass. As I near the next gate, a horse pokes
its nose over the rail, nodding at me. I boldly walk up to the animal, talking
in a low voice.

"Hello" I say, and offer the horse a candy. The horse takes the sweet gently
from my hand. The horse's body is tuned sideways against the gate, so I gently
pet the wide back and shoulders while the horse nuzzles and pokes at me. I
reach under the animal's belly, and discover that she is a mare. I also note
that she smells of rut. Running my hand up her neck, under her flaxen mane, I
discover a notch in the flesh at the base of her mane, an old scar. With
soaring elation, I recognize the old scar, and the mare.

"Candida!" I almost shout, "I hadn't a dream that I would ever see you again".
I had last seen this mare almost eight years before, when her owner had moved
to PA. We had been lovers for several years before she left.

I jump the gate almost without a thought, and hug my old friend tightly. She
clearly recognizes me and proceeds to push and drag me around with happiness.
She is a fine mare, the color of mahogany, with a flaxen mane and tail, and a
muzzle that fades to black. Her belly and legs fade to black as well, and her
feathers are also black. She is built like a Clydesdale, broad back and thick
legs ending in large black hooves. But she is only inches away from being a
pony in height. For several minutes we dance together in the pale moonlight,
delighting in our reunion.

Pulling away, she turns and displays her obvious heat. Crouching, with her tail
in the air, her scarlet clitoris can be seen winking in the moonlight. As I
generally prefer to take my time with these things, I walk around to scratch
her neck and maybe exchange a little rubbing and kissing. "I have missed you,
Candy" that is what I have always called her "I have thought about you often
since we last saw each other." I begin rubbing her neck and shoulders, using my
knuckles in just the way she prefers.

She, however, has other ideas about what should happen next. Nosing my crotch a
few times, she again spins around and takes a mating stance, this time
squeezing out a small amount of urine for my benefit. I make a show of sniffing
and snorting around her ass, enjoying the scent of her pee and especially that
of her rut. Despite my almost painful erection, I am not quite ready, so again
I walk around to her side.

Laying my hand on her back, I ask her "Are you sure you want it that badly? You
know I like to rub and kiss and even groom you a bit before we fuck". In
response, she bends her neck to look at me, wuffles my face, and then, with a
sudden movement, she ducks her head and pulls my shorts down around my knees.
Since I never wear underwear on these trips, my fully erect manhood springs
forth.

She bumps my cock with her nose, and gives my dangling balls a lick before she
once again turns her round and sexy ass to me. Her tail is raised so high it
almost lays on her back. Heaving, she pushes her vulva open, showing the moist
crimson folds hidden within. Resigned to my fate, I step out of my shorts and
put down my kit.

I admire her fine sex for a moment, then gently touch the back of my hand to
her sodden pussy, rubbing it gently so the lips just barely part. She sighs
loudly, and backs up against my hand, spreading her hindlegs further apart in
anticipation. Quickly, I use one of my wipes to carefully clean her vulva. Even
this contact sends shivers up and down her muscular body.

Slowly, I rub a finger up and down the inside of her vaginal opening, causing
her to wicker and moan softly. Again she backs up in response to my probing. I
allow a finger to slip into her, and she pushes back firmly, clearly wanting
more. Trembling with excitement, I insert three fingers into her opening and
begin to slowly fuck them in and out of her soaking pussy. She nickers and
begins to match my rhythm, bending her neck to look at me with lust clearly
showing in her eyes.

When her juices were flowing strongly and she began to tighten her pussy on my
fingers, I knew the time had come to mount her. Standing up, I moved behind her
and took my tumescent cock in hand.

I crouch slightly to line up my penis with the top of her vulva, and then, with
a smooth and well practiced motion, I slip my large member deep into her
waiting femininity. She raises her head and trumpets in pleasure as I watch my
entire penis disappear into the soft, black folds or her vulva. She steps back
against me and humps her ass against my pelvis.

Slowly, my knees shaking slightly, I begin to stroke the length of my throbbing
penis in and out of her hot pussy, shoving my shaft downward to grind against
her clitoris and the other sensitive areas of her slippery love opening. She
stretches out her neck and head and makes small sounds of pleasure as I pick up
the pace a little. I hope she reaches a quick orgasm, as I know I will not be
able to last very long, the sensations running up my body from my buried dick
are so strong.

After just a short time, my stroking penis is caught in a tight grasp as her
labial muscles tighten, signaling she is soon to come. Unable to accomplish a
long stroke against the pressure of her clasping vulva, I start humping her
with short, quick thrusts, my cock buried to the hilt in her gloriously hot and
slippery hole. My balls, pressed against the rounded bottom of her vulva, begin
to retract against the shaft of my pumping cock, signaling my imminent climax.
On the edge of ecstasy myself, I am relieved to see her body begin to twitch
and shake in the beginning throws of her own orgasm.

Throwing back her head and uttering a choked whiney of extreme pleasure, Candy
reaches the peak of her climax as I increase the speed of my thrusts to a jack-
rabbit pace. Her vaginal juices flow freely around my pummeling organ, soaking
my pubic hair and thighs, even dripping down my legs as her orgasmic
contractions drive me to my own peak.

Grunting with pleasure and exertion, I can feel my body shake as my prostate
contracts, sending waves of pleasure up my spine and gobs of sticky jism deep
into her convulsing cunt. Her climax recedes with mine, and after a few more
jerky strokes I withdraw my shrinking penis from her relaxing vagina. A thread
of our mixed love follows my penis head, connecting us momentarily before it
stretches to the ground.

"Whew" I exclaim as I sit down on the grass behind her, "That oughta hold you
for a while." Her tail is still high and her sleek body still heaves and
twitches with the last remnants her orgasm. I shine my light on her exposed ass
to see it covered from the base of her tail to her hocks with the evidence of
our shared passion. I too am soaked from my navel to my knees, so I get a
couple of wipes from my kit and clean us both up a bit.


Part Three

While I was cleaning myself ( I always wash my partner first ), Candy trips
over to where my clothes are piled next to my kit and begins nosing around my
pants. "Oh," I say, " now you want some candy, don'tcha girl." I quickly go
over to her and my clothes and begin unwrapping several pieces of the cinnamon
candy for her. As she happily munches the treat, I reach into my kit and get
out some raw shell peanuts. She accepts these as well as the candy, and I know
they are better for her than a lot of sugar.

Rummaging in my kit, I pull out a stable comb and brush, a curry comb and a
small spray bottle I had filled with Mane and Tail, a hair conditioner
formulated for equine use ( I use it on my own hair when it is long, as do a
lot of horsy people ). I spritz her mane and tail with the conditioner, and
then gently lift a foreleg to check her hooves. A horse's health starts with
its hooves, so I always start grooming there. I work my way around to all her
feet, adding affectionate pats and rubs along the way. I am pleased to note
that her hooves are nicely trimmed, clean, free of stones and cracks, and that
her shoes, though a bit worn, are still tightly fastened to her feet.

Satisfied with her feet, I begin brushing her down, starting at her neck and
working my way down her body, the brush in one hand and the curry comb in the
other. She basks in the attention, rubbing and nosing me affectionately as I
groom her silky coat. "Isn't that nice?" I ask as I brush her firm sides "I
know you love to be brushed". When I have finished brushing her to a lovely
shimmer, I give her some more peanuts and begin to work the coarse stable comb
through her mane. In a short time, thanks to the conditioner, her mane is
glowing in the moonlight . "Pretty girl!" I tell her as she preens for me "lets
take care of that tangled tail next".

As I work the knots out of her tail, I notice that she is again becoming
aroused, her clitoris is winking, and her tail jerks as I run my fingers and
the comb through the long shimmering strands. Finishing, I stand back to
observe the results of my labors. Candy looks magnificent, her coat ripples,
glowing in the dim light, and her mane and tail flow smoothly down, flashing
bits of light with her every movement. She knows she is all prettied up, and
prances around me saucily through the tall forage. I follow her with my eyes,
delighting in her happiness.

After showing off for a bit, Candy returns to me, and nuzzles my balls and limp
penis. I say to her "I'm not ready yet girl, but I know some things I can do
instead." As if she understood what I was saying, she turns her ass to me and
displays her still - seeping vulva. Crouching down next to her ass, I begin to
caress her sex with my hand and fingers. Her clitoris peeps out at my every
touch, and her body twitches in time to my gentle probing.

With a deep sigh as my fingers find the edge of her orifice, Candy begins a
rocking motion, trying to get more of my hand into her sodden snatch. Knowing
from past experience what it is she wants me to do, I point my fingers and tuck
my thumb into my palm, and carefully push my hand into her quivering pussy. The
feel of her slippery organ sliding over my wrist is incredible, and she
obviously enjoys her end of this activity as well. She steps backward, and I
brace myself so that my hand is driven deep inside her. With my arm buried in
her almost to the elbow, her vulva is stretched tightly around the large, firm
muscles of my forearm. She widens the distance between her hindlegs in
anticipation of what she knows I will do next.

Knowing she is ready, I close my hand into a fist and begin to slowly pump my
arm in and out of her slick vagina. As her juices ( and the remnants of mine )
begin to spill out from around my arm, she snorts and softly whinnies, turning
her head to watch. Each time my hand nears the edge of her opening, I press my
fist down and give my wrist a little twist, grinding my knuckles over the
rougher, sensitive area that in women is called the G-spot ( it is the nerve
trunk behind the clitoris, in mares I consider it the M-spot ). Her heaving
body shudders with each stroke as I pick up the pace until I am almost punching
my fist into her greedy cunt.

I can sense the rising tide of her passion in the convulsions of her vaginal
muscles, making me speculate about what it must feel like to her - I can tell
she is nearing nirvana from the way her flanks heave and her head twitches, and
the way she pushes against my thrusting arm. I am a bit envious of her, wishing
my own body could withstand the kind of powerful fucking that she was taking
with such evident ease and delight!

Her pussy is showering me with sweet-smelling fluids, drenching my right side
from head to toe with her nectar. Her head is pointed straight out from her
shoulders and her mouth hangs open, and I can see small flecks of lather on her
straining sides and sturdy neck. Suddenly, at the depth of my stroke, Candy's
powerful labia grab my arm in grip as tight as a lumberjack's handshake.
"That's the girl!" I exclaim as I put my weight behind my movements,
maintaining the fucking motion despite the strength of her pussy, "your gonna
cum real hard, aren't you?".

As her climax heightens, I can see the muscles of her flanks and rump stand at
attention as her body becomes rigid. A squeal of ecstasy flies from her open
mouth, and it takes all my strength to keep moving my hand in her clasping,
sodden hole. As a wave of fluid sprays from our union, a jet of urine spurts
out, adding to my drenched state. Shuddering and spasming from her orgasm, her
hindquarters begin to sink slowly to the left and down. Relaxing my hand, I let
it slide from her femininity as she falls to her side in a swoon. Her legs
twitch and her tail flags as the incredible orgasm subsides. She lies there in
the wet grass for a moment before she opens her eyes and raises her head,
giving me a look of love and lust.

I go to her, and cradle her head in my lap, kissing her firmly on the nose.
Candy wrinkles her lip at the caress and licks my nose in return. I kiss her
again, on the lips this time, and I am rewarded as she thrusts her tongue into
my mouth. She tastes of hay and clover, and our tongues dance with each other's
for a lasting moment.

Breaking our embrace, Candy turns her head in my lap and nuzzles my recovering
manhood. " Are you ready for more?" I ask " I am, now." She looks at me with
her large brown eyes, and wriggles onto her back, her legs sticking up in the
air, relaxed and ready. She rarely does this, and the fact that she did now I
must attribute to the joy she was feeling for our reunion.


Part Four

Knowing she could not comfortably remain long in this position, I quickly put
on my shirt and approach her lovely ass. Carefully moving her tail to one side,
I lie down in the dampened grass full out behind her. Moving my face next to
her vulva, I gently touch my mouth to her succulent clitoris. The light touch
of my tongue on this sensitive knob jerks Candy's body like an electric shock.
Tenderly I lick my way around her clit, and then around the lips of her pussy.
Her fish taste incites my penis to throb.

Licking strongly at the strip of smooth flesh between her opening and clitoris,
and lapping up over that tender globe, I shortly have her quivering with lust
again. As her labia twitch and pull at my darting tongue, her hindlegs churn
slowly above my head.

After a few more licks, I sense she is ready. Standing up on my knees, I
shuffle towards her, straddling her restless tail. When I am close enough, I
carefully reach out and take her hindlegs in a firm hug against my chest,
reassuring her of my intent " Easy there, now, you know I gotta do this to keep
from being accidentally kicked by your twitching." ( This is why I put my shirt
on, to prevent her hooves and shoes from scratching my chest )

As soon as we have both destabilized, I touch the head of my swollen cock to
the entrance of her vulva. At the gentle contact Candy jerks her hindlegs
slightly forward, plunging my penis into her to the hilt. Almost as soon as I
begin thrusting into her sliming cunt, I could feel her labia contract tightly
on my shaft. Leaning into her, I begin thrusting my cock into her, grinding my
pubis into her clitoris. With each cycle, her tail jerks up, whipping my back.

Quickly gaining a rhythm, we move as one, Candy helping me penetrate her
marehood by pushing and pulling me with her captured hindlegs. Already hot,
Candy's pussy is soon overflowing with deliciously slippery juice. My stomach
and loins are again soaked.

I can feel the head of my penis rub her M-spot, and in a short time, Candy
begins to squirm and twist with the onset of yet another climax. Her labia
clamp on my pummeling organ, but this time, I can maintain my depth of stroke
because of the vast amounts of her lubricant swamping her genitals. As we both
near our peaks, I rapidly fuck my member into her, eliciting small sound of
pleasure from my supine lover.

Her twisting and twitching pitch me from side to side, but I hold fast to her
legs, without missing a thrust. Our moment comes with the suddenness and power
of a summer thunderstorm, less, perhaps, for her than for me. A rising tide of
sensation overtakes me, lasting far longer than my usual orgasm. I grunt and
pant as my reason is swept away. All I can think about is the feeling of my
penis buried in my lover's passion.

Almost violently, I thrust myself again and again into her welcoming orifice.
Lost in her own orgasm, Candy's legs tremble in nirvana, her convulsing cunt
increasing and lengthening my ecstacy. Finally, the pleasure having become so
intense it was almost pain, I felt the release of ejaculation. My semen spurted
into her, as my member helplessly jerks deep within her. Hot wetness spreads
down my body as her urine streams onto my belly, the last evidence of her
pleasure.

Exhausted and sated from our activities, Candy slowly tips onto her side.
Without her the support of her upraised legs, I too sink to the grass. After a
few moments, I crawl around to her belly and lay my head on her heaving side.
She raises her head, and we kiss quickly before she lays her head back down.

We dozed contentedly for about an hour, happy just to be close, until she stirs
and rises, looking for a drink. As she ambles tiredly to the water trough, I
pull my shorts over the sticky mess that covers almost my entire body. I
stumble over to my pack and fish out the last few items, several bottles of
water, towels, and a mare-sized douche.

With a small bribe of cinnamon sweets Candy allows me to administer the douche
(a mixture of mostly water, a veterinary antiseptic and spermicide to speed the
destruction of the evidence of our lust) and enjoys the sprays of water over
her cum-soaked ass. As I finish rubbing her down with the towel, the first
birds of morning are just beginning to call.

One last quick kiss and a hug, saying "I promise to return" and I must leave
before the stable wakes to find me there. Back through the woods I walk, not
needing the light, as the sky is beginning to lighten in the East.

Reaching my truck, I notice I am a royal mess, covered in spunk and mare piss,
grass and straw sticking to my sticky hide and clothes, and even a few clots of
feces clinging to me here and there. I spread the damp towel over the seat,
climb in and drive away, desperate for a shower and my bed. I will remember
this morning, and vow to myself I will return here many more times.

The End?

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Red's First Pony

Part 1

Hello, This is Horseaxe, and this is not my story, I am acting as a ghostwriter
for a person I have met on the web and become friendly with. She was so
impressed with my other writings that she asked me to flesh out her
reminiscing. So here is the first of many stories she has given me...Enjoy!

It was a hot July afternoon in the Shanendoa Valley, humid as a large animal's
breath, and not a cloud in site to give any relief from the scorching sun. I
was wearing only a long T-shirt as I mucked out the stalls in my family's
stable. I might as well have been wearing nothing, as the shirt clung to my
sweat-soaked body like a second skin, and I considered taking off the shirt as
I was alone for the day. My folks had gone to a horse auction for the week, and
my two older brothers had taken off fishing and wouldn't likely be back until
well after dark. I was alone with the horses and ponies on our breeding/
boarding farm as I finished the last of my chores for the day (except for some
animals that would need exercising, but I never considered riding a chore!)

I led Suzie, the occupant of the last box that I had to clean, out of her stall
and into another (she was coming into her first heat, so she had to be kept
apart from the other horses, she was too young to bear a foal). I returned to
her box and started forking the wet straw and droppings into my wheelbarrow,
when I felt a warm nose puffing hot air over my ass.

Slightly startled, I stood up with my pitchfork full of damp bedding, showering
myself with straw soaked with Suzie's urine. (This didn't bother me at all;
growing up on a farm gets you used to such things. I never thought about the
effect it might have on other animals until later). Looking behind me, I saw
Bruce, my first pony and now a working stud, standing behind me making flemen.
Almost as soon as I had turned to face him, he lowered his head and thrust his
nose under the hem of my shirt, nuzzling my sweaty crotch.

The touch of his velvet muzzle against my pussy was electric! The sensation was
so intense; I couldn't keep myself from peeing a little bit. Bruce loved it! He
stuck out his tongue and lapped my virgin cunt to catch the last drops, and I
nearly fell over from the feelings running up my body. Even though his
attentions felt wonderful, I knew that letting him continue was somehow wrong
(although I had heard my brothers talking about screwing with a mare with their
friends), so I gently pushed him away, saying "bad horsy! You shouldn't lick
people like that!" Then I chased him out of the barn and returned to my chore.

Bruce, however, had other ideas about what was going to happen, for I had not
gotten the first forkful of straw into the wheelbarrow when I once again felt
his broad, rough tongue licking between the cheeks of my upturned and exposed
ass. Since I was already bent over, this time I did fall forward, landing on
all fours in the hay. Bruce immediately moved forward and continued licking my
crotch. I had not ever experienced such intense feeling before, even while
masturbating (which I had only discovered a few months previous to this day).
No longer caring about right or wrong, I had to have more! The light touch of
his tongue on my cunt that my current position afforded was not enough!

I shakily stood up and walked out of the stall, Bruce right behind me, and took
off my shirt. A mixture of fear and excitement made a knot in the pit of my
stomach, and I was shivering despite the oppressive heat. Casting the wet cloth
aside, I lay down on the bales of straw I had dragged into the corridor, my ass
on the edge, my legs spread wide for Bruce's attention. "Come on!" I cried in
desperation as he paused, not quite between my thighs " you cant stop now, I am
so horny! You have to keep licking me!" He cocked his head, then stepped
forward. Bruce lowered his head and sniffed deeply of my sweaty, aroused pussy,
and then stuck that magic tongue out and lightly caressed my trembling
femininity. I nearly screamed! His tongue teased me with its touch, and I
squirmed with desire as he licked me again, more forcefully this time. Shaking
with lust and the knowledge that what I was letting him do to me was terribly
wrong; I raised my head to watch, fascinated by his bobbing head as he licked
my snatch repeatedly with long, slow strokes.

"Ohhhhh" I moaned, "harder, boy, I have to have your tongue inside!" I needed
him to get past the outer lips of my drenching cunt! Finally, I reached down
between my straining thighs and spread myself open for him. With my pussy
spread open, Bruce's wonderful tongue dragged over my most sensitive areas,
making my twitch and squirm with renewed vigor. As if he knew what I desired,
Bruce began pushing his probing tongue into my opening, stretching my hymen
almost to the breaking point, sending small pangs of pain through my 13 year
old body. I had not imagined such intense pleasure in even my most fevered
fantasies. I vowed to myself that I would jack my pony off after he finished
licking my quivering cunt (I had masturbated most of the stallions on our farm
before, both for pleasure and for the business of collecting semen, so I knew
what to do). The muscles in my legs were tiring from holding them apart and up
in the air, so I pulled my legs up against my chest and held them behind my
knees. This Position further opened me up to Bruce's ministrations, and now his
almost prehensile lip danced with my clit as his tongue tickled my hymen.

I writhed in ecstasy as Bruce worked my pussy like the pro that he was. My
fluids drenched his muzzle and streamed down my ass, and wet, obscene noises
emanated from my neither region as he plundered my virginal snatch. With earth-
shattering suddenness, my orgasm swept over me like a wave, engulfing my whole
universe! Surge after surge of raw pleasure pulsed through my young body like
molten lava, until I could no longer stand it, but Bruce kept licking my
gushing cunt with a frantic pace. "Stop!" I cried "I cant take any more!"
almost sobbing, but he kept on licking, even as I tried to move away, even as I
tried to push him off my pussy with my sandled feet, he kept on lapping.
Finally, my body arching with the pleasure and the agony of my unending climax,
I must have passed out.

As I came to, Bruce was tenderly licking my face and snuffling in my ear. I
laughed and said, "were you worried about me? That was quite an experience!"
Bruce flicked his ears at me and tried to kiss me on the lips - something he
has always liked doing to me. I moved my arm to push him away, and that was
when I realized that there was a horsy hoof under each of my armpits! While I
was unconscious, Bruce had mounted the bales of hay and myself! I looked down
between our heaving bodies to see the red glans of his rampant cock hovering
over my hairless pubic mound, his bright pink urethra pulsing in its hood like
an evil eye. As I watched, fascinated, that huge member dipped briefly, lightly
touching my soaked pubis. A thin thread of pre-come briefly connected my
pulsing snatch to his aroused penis. I was suddenly shocked, not at the
animal's actions, but at my own acceptance of them, and the fact that I had,
without really considering it, decided that I would let him fuck me for all he
was worth!


Part 2

With bated breath and a trembling hand, I reached down and touched his cock,
causing Bruce to startle and nicker softly. Once again I parted my legs for
him, and scooting slightly up, I slowly pushed the end of his penis down until
it lined up with my eager cunt. As the pointed head slid past my clit, I felt a
gush of slippery fluid join the moisture already soaking my pussy and inner
thighs. Moaning softly, I rocked my hips to grind that slick tool against my
sensitive groin. Sensing Bruce's impatience by the way he was twitching and
humping slightly, I guided his prick down to my waiting hole.

As his swollen glans began to part the lips of my labia, I was beset by a
sudden wave of panic at the thought of such a large object being thrust into my
virgin twat. Struggling vainly, I tried to move out of his range, but it was
too late, Bruce had me pinned beneath him, and he was responding to the feeling
of a hot cunt in the only way he could, pushing himself slowly into the
slippery folds with irresistible force!

Panting and squirming under the animal's weight, I could feel his plundering
tool shove past the outer lips of my vagina, pressing against my intact hymen.
For a moment, Bruce let up the pressure on my pussy, and I breathed a sigh of
relief. The respite was only momentary, however, as Bruce, having gathered his
power, suddenly thrust himself past my cherry, exploding my virginity with a
fury like a dam bursting before a flood. Burning pain stabbed at me from my
skewered loins and I screamed aloud as the animal jacked himself fully into me
with a series of small, jerky thrusts. Blood and fluid spurted from my pussy as
I writhed in agony. The pain was so intense, I was sure he had ruptured
something, and I prepared to die! Visions of the scene danced in my brain as I
considered the state my brothers would find my battered corpse - splayed on the
straw, blood, sweat and horse cum covering my cold and lifeless form where I
lay in the stable.

Almost as quickly as it beset me, the pain subsided; leaving only a raw
sensation as Bruce began to withdraw his member in preparation for his next
thrust. Calming myself, breathing deeply despite the weight of the pony bearing
down on my budding breasts, I tried to relax my pussy for his next push. A pang
of hopeless guilt assailed me as I realized my maidenhood was unrevokably
lost...to a HORSE! Bruce didn't give me much time for remorse, as he quickly
shoved his hot penis deep into my ravaged girlhood, penetrating me to my cervix
with ease. I gasped with the pleasure of his embrace as he retreated again,
taking my breath away.

Bruce quickly established a rhythm to his fucking, slowly withdrawing his penis
almost all the way before plunging it to the bottom of my stretched-out cunt.
Pleasure overtook my pain and panic and I relaxed, enjoying the intense passion
I was feeling for my beloved pony. Bruce even straightened himself a bit,
taking most of his weight off of my chest, allowing me to breathe easily.

"Ohhh, yeah, that's the way to do it!" I husked," take it nice and easy". I was
amazed at his un-horselike restraint. I had just the day before seen him take a
mare in less time than he had already spent inside me, but I put the wonder off
in preference to enjoying the moment. I slung my feet over Bruce's bouncing ass
as he picked up the tempo of his humping. My tits bounced in unison to his
motions, and when I looked down at my normally flat stomach, I could see it
rise and fall from the huge amount of horseflesh pistoning in and out of my
plundered bowels. As I felt my next orgasm approach, I arched my back and
lifted my ass off the straw, trying to fit more of my incredible lover into my
straining body.

Bruce whinnied loudly, making me very glad I had chosen (if that's the word) to
try this when no one was around. On the brink of orgasm myself, I could feel
his glans flaring deep within my vagina, and even see the effect it was having
on my swelling belly.

As my orgasm struck like a tolling bell, I yelled, "YES! YES! GODS YES! I'm
cumming hard" and flailed Bruce's heaving flanks with my arms. Sweat poured off
his body onto mine as he hammered my cervix with short, quick, powerful strokes
of his swollen cock, the softness of his flared glans cushioning the impacts so
that I felt only a little pain through the rising tide of my climax.

"CUM!" I commanded "CUM into me you beautiful beast!" I yelled, even as I felt
the first jets of white-hot seminal fluid gush into me. My own orgasm
subsiding, I looked down between my legs to see jism flowing out of my pussy
around his shuddering tool, stained pink and spotted with crimson from the
remnants of my virginity. I could feel jet after jet of hot fluid flowing into
me as he emptied his balls. With a last great thrust, Bruce whinnied again as
his penis began to soften.

As he withdrew his shrinking member, I felt a stream of hot, sticky fluid rush
from between my thighs, running down the crack of my ass and the backs of my
thighs. Bruce paused as he lightly stepped down from the bales of straw to
gently lick some of the sweat pouring off my body, then sniffed my gaping hole,
as if to inspect the quality of his work. "You did just fine, old boy, just
fine!" I whispered.

Bruce stayed with me, nuzzling me and caressing my sweaty body with his face
until I was recovered enough to sit up. We were both a sight! We were covered
with sweat, and blood, and the liquid evidence of our shared passion. Bruce's
normally light gray coat was darkened from his hind legs all the way to his
chest, and I was drenched literally from my toes to the ends of my long red
hair! Two of the three bales of straw were soaked, as well - I would never have
imagined that we might contain so much liquid!

As I got unsteadily to my feet, I noticed Suzie watching us, obviously excited
by our activities. I vowed to myself that I would somehow discreetly let my
brothers know of her condition, so that they might give her some relief. After
quickly cleaning up the stable and dispersing the soiled hay, Bruce and I would
take a swim in our pond to clean up. Bruce would be my lover for many years,
permanently bonded to me by this first experience (and the second, which
happened later that same day, despite the soreness of my pussy)

The Day had started normally, with no hint of the changes about to come, for
not only did I discover my zoo sexuality that day, but the next morning my
brothers and I received the news that our parents had died that afternoon in an
automobile accident. My oldest brother, just 18, would take up the management
of the farm until I became of age to help him. My other brother joined the
marines as soon as he turned 18, to escape the rural life. We hardly ever hear
from him. My aunt and uncle would be our legal guardians, even though their
farm was almost 50 miles northwest of ours, in West Virginia. My brother and I
ran the farm together until he died of cancer. I have operated the place since
then, with only the help of my two children, my son almost 18 himself and my
daughter almost the same age I was when this story took place. I worry that she
might also have the zoo urge, and watch her carefully and discreetly for any
signs. If she does, I will try to be supportive, though I don't know if I can
be approving. My life experiences as a zoo (good and bad) will have to wait for
other stories.

It would be many years before I found an explanation for Bruce's odd sexual
restraint, when I discovered that my aunt, who gave him to me, was a zoophile
as well, and had trained him well. She had only given him to me because he
fought with her other stallions (and lost) she and my uncle kept on their farm.
The tale of that discovery will have to wait for another story, and another
day.

horseaxe@usa.net

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