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From: (The Rider)
Subject: A World Of Difference (M, horse)
Date: Thu, 07 Dec 1995 06:11:49 GMT

			A World Of Difference

	The late-evening air was crisp and cold, and the Milky Way
flowed across the heavens like a crystal river frozen in time. Its
star-spangled constellations glittered like handfuls of diamond-dust
cast carelessly aside by the gods themselves. The frosty grass
crunched beneath my shoes as I strode towards Sultan's stall, puffs of
condensed vapour trailing from my lips.

	A soft, inquiring snort emanated from the interior at the
sound of my approaching footsteps, and he appeared a moment later
framed in the doorway. His soulful brown eyes glistened as he
stretched out his head in welcome. Hot breath gusted across my
upraised hand as he pricked his beautiful ears alertly in my
direction.

	My stomach churned as I felt the sudden, gut-wrenching
stirrings of forbidden desire I always did, overwhelmingly conscious
of his muscular body and sultry, virile masculinity.

	I drew back the bolt and slipped inside to check his feed and
water, using it as an excuse just to be close to him. They were both
full, so I stood beside him and lovingly ran my hand along the curve
of his broad back. I moved it onto his rump and traced my fingertips
down his left buttock, idly tickling the inside of his hind leg. How
easy it would be to drop to my knees and reach up to caress his full,
heavy sheath! But how would he respond to such a move? Being handled
so intimately would surprise him, and his physical capacity for
violence could not be ignored, to say the least. It was the same
quandary I had wrestled with for many months. Now he was 3 years old,
it was his birthday, and still I had failed to find the courage to
make my advance towards him.

	"God, if only you knew just how badly I need you," I whispered
sadly to him, "to feel you, to taste you, to drive you into a frenzy!"

	I prayed that somehow he would understand and take pity on me,
surrendering himself to me there and then as our wildly dissimilar
bodies locked together in mutual excitement and abandon. But it was no
use. I couldn't bring myself to trust him. He was just too big and
strong. I forced myself to turn away as I had done countless times
before, moving to step past him. But he refused to let me leave.
Stamping a hind hoof on the ground, he stared at me quizzically with
an eerie intensity I'd never noticed in him before.

	"What d'you want, eh?" I asked him half-jokingly. "Have you
read my mind, eh? You feel like a fuck, do you?"

	He snorted a reply, tossed his head playfully as he drew back
his upper lip to show his large, white teeth.

	"Okay," I said, knowing how he enjoyed it so, "I'll give you a
rub-down. How does that sound?"

	I took out his favourite brush and began to stroke his neck
sensually, gently working down his withers, across his back and down
his rump. My penis started to stiffen painfully, and in no time I had
a throbbing erection bulging in my jeans. As I brushed his flank I
glanced down, and saw with shock that his own pendulous penis was
itself dangling from his sheath. I stroked his thigh wonderingly, and
it quivered once before cascading smoothly from within, making moist
sucking sounds until it came to rest swinging slowly back and forth
like some obscene pendulum, its flanged crown less than a foot from
the floor. Its upper half was sheathed in folds of loose, supple skin,
slick and glossy with a fresh coating of oily smegma. It was so
massive that I froze spellbound, every line and curve of its length
etched into my mind from its thick base all the way down to its flared
knob.

	At that moment it twitched along its underside, and a sudden
spurt of sticky fluid dribbled from its pallid opening and splashed
wetly to the floor. I instantly recognised it as a flood of mucous
liquid poured into his urethra by his Cowper's Glands, unmistakable
sign that his awesome libido was stirring from its slumber. Had my
luck finally turned?

	In a split-second I made the fateful decision I had been
afraid of for... oh, too long! My breath caught in my throat and my
heart lurched. Images from my dreams flashed before my eyes: my face
plastered with clots of sloppy spunk erupting from the swollen head of
Sultan's bounding phallus; his testicles bouncing heavily up and down
as he thrust violently, his rump jerking spastically; the bulbous
crown of his burning erection jabbing forwards, its slit opening an
instant before his first spattering geyser of curdled slime spewed
from his pulsating urethra... and so many more.

	He turned to look at me, and our eyes met and locked.
Mesmerised by his gaze, I felt my last lingering fears evaporate. Yes,
I was actually going to do it. It was time.

	As if hypnotised, I stepped over to where he stood shivering
with... anticipation? Could it be that he somehow knew? His eyes never
left me for a second as I approached, and I wondered distantly whether
he would let me go now if I tried to escape.

	His penis dangled right there, inches from my face. I could
smell it, feel its warmth, and the realisation that I was about to
masturbate a stallion struck me like a physical blow. A primal thrill
shook me, rapture at the prospect of being dominated by a horse, an
Arabian possessed of such raw energy and unbridled spirit. Down
through the ages it had been something reviled and forbidden, sinful
and obscene, wicked and ugly; flesh calling to different flesh - yet
within minutes he and I would be united in the ultimate act of love
possible between man and animal: the act of carnal, bestial
intercourse.

	I felt the musty heat radiating from his body as I fell to my
knees beside him, ready to receive his blessing. His penis would be
the altar at which I worshipped, the gateway to a new universe full of
wonder and excitement.

	Ever so gently, I eased my hands up between his hind legs and
took his testicles in my hands. It was the first time his naked skin
had ever touched mine, and the reality of the situation hit home. This
was not a dream.

	The skin of his scrotum was cool and smooth, heavy in my palms
as I weighed them wonderingly. One was larger than the other, and
twisted veins crisscrossed its smooth surface. I pulled them down,
delighting in how they sprang back up to hang loose again, bloated
with sperm and ripe for the plucking. Then it was time for the most
important moment of my life. I reached out to take his wrinkled penis
in my trembling hands... and everything changed forever.

	It felt hot and clammy as I wrapped my fingers around its
girth, surprisingly soft and delicate despite what I knew it would
become in just a few minutes more. It twitched nervously, alive
beneath my touch, almost shy as it submitted to my gentle grasp. Yet
Sultan trusted me, forcing aside his natural defences, somehow aware
that the reward for his bravery would be beyond any experience he had
yet known.

	Gingerly, I lifted his limp, ponderous phallus and began to
massage its responsive flesh, his flaccid organ thick and pliable as I
kneaded it firmly, digging in my fingertips, twisting and wringing the
loose skin clothing it. The acrid odour of smegma caught in my
nostrils as its entire length twitched and throbbed, litres of fresh
blood pumping into his reproductive system as he prepared himself for
copulation - and I knew that I had won.

	His grotesquely out-thrust penis started to stiffen and swell
visibly within seconds, growing thicker and longer before my very eyes
as he joined in my determined efforts. Its wrinkled folds of moist
skin stretched taut as it expanded and rose, transformed into a
glistening shaft of rigid muscle, swollen arteries and veins winding
tortuously like knotted cord along its entire metre- long reach

	Protruding proudly beneath him, it was soon hugely erect,
jutting menacingly from his distended sheath even as I realised numbly
that he was already fully aroused, sexually enraged and primed for
intercourse. His aching penis was a deadly serpent poised to strike,
its poor blind head gazing hypnotically into the depths of my soul
which knelt in adoration before its majesty and power: a shockingly
pink, slick-skinned shaft of blood-engorged horseflesh, alien yet
cruelly beautiful in its mute, pitiless desire for penetration and
ejaculation.

	Moonlight shone on ridges and bumps along its tapered length
as I gripped Sultan's eager maleness tightly, highlighting its
hardness, reflecting off the rim of his flared, bulbous knob. He stood
there quite shamelessly with his throbbing erection rampant beneath
him, snickering happily as if aware that his moment of ultimate
fulfillment was truly close at hand.

	Now there was no turning back - having brought him this far I
could not disappoint him. I was about to fellate a stallion at last,
the secret fantasy I had dreamt of all my adult life - the purest act
of homage possible to the ageless, boundless spirit of insatiable
equine lust.

	Squatting on my haunches beneath his barrel-like belly, I
lifted the pointed crown of his hot-skinned erection to touch my face,
nuzzling its soft curves down my cheeks. I kissed his waiting slit
ritualistically and lapped at it with my tongue, bonding the two of us
together forever... paused a moment to give thanks, then wrapped my
fingers around the slender neck of his phallus and squeezed them along
its unyielding length all the way up to his gaping sheath.

	He started to thrust immediately, easing his penis forwards
with little force or speed, letting his natural copulatory rhythm
build gradually as his knotted muscles began to contract in
increasingly violent spasms. Soon his pelvis was rocking backwards and
forwards with unrelenting power and precision, his rigid penis
becoming a plunging piston of unforgiving equine savagery. His
shimmering tail, which until now had hung placidly behind him, started
to swish slowly up and down with each delirious jerk as he began to
lose control of himself. His broad chest thumped against my head as
his lungs gulped great draughts of bracing air, his breath whistling
shrilly through his throat as he braced himself for the tumultuous
climax soon to follow.

	Quickly beyond all caring, he worked himself impatiently
towards orgasm, aware only that within moments he would be reeling
mindlessly in the searing agony of ejaculation, blowing his wad of
stringy slush out through the head of his smouldering pole of aching,
ramrod-stiff meat...

	Sparing him no pain, I slid my white-knuckled fists up and
down the slippery, friction-sensitive length of his monstrous phallus,
driving him back as he leaned forwards against my grip.

	"Ugh!" he grunted inarticulately, shifting his graceful hind
legs apart as he redoubled his already fearsome efforts, swept
willingly away by his merciless mating-drive.

	His pendulous scrotum bounced heavily to and fro with each
sure, powerful thrust from his wide-set hips, counting the beat
between his heaving thighs. I strangled his magical phallus with all
my strength, leaving its glistening crown wagging stiffly free as he
drove blindly forwards, utterly lost in frenzied carnal madness, a
noble beast reduced to a slobbering, drooling travesty by the power of
compassionless, animal brutality.

	Locking my mouth against his flange I closed my eyes and let
his penis push me back and forth, my lips pressed firmly against it in
case he started to ejaculate prematurely. All I existed for at that
moment was to pleasure him to the utmost of my ability, to let him
despoil me with his splashing, spurting pollution as I abased myself
before his frantic onslaught.

	As the frequency of his strokes multiplied I felt a growing
viciousness lurking threateningly beneath his every jerk, and realised
for the first time just what I was letting myself in for. His pounding
buttocks drove his lunging phallus sharply at me, wobbled slackly as
he paused, then swung up and back before he yanked his hips forcefully
forwards again, his back arched savagely as he abandoned all pretence
of gentleness or care. Suddenly, his thumping penis was skidding
through my hands rapidly as he jabbed back and forth, panting in
shallow, faltering gasps as his once-steady rhythm degenerated into
random, chaotic jerks.

	After a final few moments of increasingly brutal thrusts his
erratic, quavering moans signalled that Sultan's mighty climax was at
last upon him. The head of his penis mushroomed suddenly, swelling to
enormous size like the head of some gigantic club; he shivered, cried
out, and his entire body grew paralysed and still...

	A bulge formed at the base of his handsome organ, and I saw
his bloated testicles leap up within his sweat-smeared scrotum, riding
up on opposite sides of his sheath as special muscles deep within him
constricted to squeeze his churning load of milky sprog flooding from
his glands, down along his squirming urethra, and joyously out through
the retching bulb of his massively swollen penis. He shuddered
stupidly, his slit yawning open beneath my tongue as his spoof surged
strait at me in the blink of an eye, gushing in triumphant, darting
waves towards freedom.

	His penis punched at my face like a boxer's fist, his first
spattering jet of hot, sloppy mush erupting from his colossal knob as
that huge volume of sperm-saturated horse-spunk slapped hard into my
mouth, the underside of his penis rippling beneath my hands as I held
on for dear life.

	His gorgeous tail lashed the air like a whip as his
hindquarters jolted violently in his frenzied consummating thrust, his
pelvis rocking crazily as he lost all control, bounding forwards with
an agonised scream of exultation. Contracting madly in the stunning
ecstasy of berserk ejaculation, his madly jiggling scrotum flicked
foam in all directions as it bounced about. A tremulous, sobbing moan
gurgled from his throat as he unleashed his long pent-up desire, a
battle-cry for all other stallions to hear that he was master over all
his domain - and master over me, his indomitable sexual prowess ample
proof of his burgeoning, potent fertility.

	I held his pulsating cock as I swallowed dizzily, his semen's
sour, suffocating stench assailing my nostrils in glorious, noisome
profusion. Another tremor shook him from nose to tail as he heaved
himself bodily forwards, shuddering as his next torrential jet of
jissom exploded into my mouth. My cheeks bulged as my lips were forced
apart by the quantity of fluid gushing from his extraordinary glans,
allowing a thin trickle of his precious golden spume to dribble down
my chin.

	Suddenly he staggered drunkenly, his rear hooves scrabbling
wildly across the floor as he lurched helplessly and made futile
attempts to mount. I thought for one horrified instant that he was
actually going to fall on top of me, but miraculously he regained his
balance, using brute-strength to hold himself upright with his hind
legs spread out behind him. Knotted muscles bulged along his dripping
thighs as his powerful legs strained to support his weight, tendons as
tight as whipcord; all the while his bloated crown vomited jet after
jet of his milky slime across my upturned face.

	Half-blinded by the reeking, sticky mess plastered across my
eyes, I fought to lock my lips against his immense bulb as he yanked
his glistening column of turgid muscle through my clenched hands.
Suddenly, the consistency of his creamy froth changed to translucent
gobbets of lumpy gel - the highly viscous contents of his capacious
seminal vesicles. He trumpeted shrilly, a deafening squeal of piercing
equine delirium as a second burst of savage thrusting racked his body.
His sagging scrotum jiggled between his heaving thighs, his broad rump
bouncing sharply up and down as he slammed his penis forwards yet
again. It seemed as stiff as it could ever be - any more pressure and
I felt sure that it would burst. Again and again I swallowed,
wondering dazedly when he would finally empty himself once and for
all. Yet even as he stood paralysed, sputtering fountains of greasy
slush continued to pour from within him, his hissing tail whipping
angrily through the air as he straddled me, his shoulders hunched as
he twitched like a wind-up toy out of control.

	Sadly, however, even Sultan's phenomenal reserves had their
limits, and he could manage no more. Weary and muscle-sore, he slammed
his hips forwards one last time, coughing weakly as his watery post-
sperm fraction squirted out onto my tongue.

	There was nothing more he could do now to prolong the
timelessness of the moment. His spirit was willing, I knew, but his
flesh was weak. His penis flopped lethargically as I sucked the sticky
dregs from its hole, its prime purpose fulfilled at last. A ragged
sigh shook him as he stood completely drained both physically and
mentally, swaying from side to side as his galloping heart slowed to
normal speed. Clouds of steam curled up from his sodden flanks and
rump into the chill air, dark streams of bitter sweat staining his
coat as he stood dishevelled with his tail cocked strait up, oblivious
to his surroundings as his battered senses slowly returned.

	Then he unexpectedly eased his hindquarters down as his hind
legs bowed under him, and I realised he was adopting the spectacular
stance taken by all male horses before they urinate. This was a double
treat! Quickly I ripped off my shirt, ignoring the cold, and lifted
his softening shaft as it jerked in preparation. A few drops of greasy
fluid emerged as he relaxed the sphincter muscle below his bladder,
then his hot yellow urine gushed noisily from his flanged knob.

	I directed his glittering stream onto my face, rinsing away
his glutinous lather before playing it like a hose down my chest and
onto my upturned cock, whose purple helmet stood swollen and aching
between my dripping thighs. I soaked my hair with a cry of delight,
his tumbling stream splashing all about me in amber droplets that
shone like topaz. Nearly a minute passed before he was dry, an almost
comical shudder rippling through him as his last cupful jetted out
onto my face. I stood up, urine dripping copiously from me... then I
had a brilliant idea. Of course!

	With his tail raised high his puckered anus was exposed and
vulnerable, almost as if he was inviting me to invade his body. I
seized a crate from one corner and set it down behind him, kneading
his hocks and buttocks suggestively before climbing up. I stroked his
anus with my fingers, gently inserting them one at a time until its
lips hung loose and open. I slapped a palmful of saliva onto it to
make it slippery, the interior of his rectum pulsating as if waiting
greedily to engulf me. My head spun as I nuzzled the head of my penis
into the proffered opening, leaning forwards as I mounted him, driving
myself into his hot bowels right up to the hilt. His anus tightened at
once around the base of my cock, and I jerked and thrust helplessly,
unable to resist the ecstasy overwhelming me as he pawed at the ground
and tossed his head.

	My arms hung down around his belly as I lay along his back,
folds of skin clenched in my hands for purchase as I rammed into him,
my testicles swinging crazily, my penis sliding... sliding... until a
burning pain set my genitals afire. My hips bucked desperately as I
rode him blindly now, my sperm gushing its way to freedom. At that
moment I became a true human being after a lifetime of loneliness and
bitterness, the joy at realising my age-old dream more than I felt I
could ever have deserved. I clung to him as I drove myself in deeper,
slobbering down his back with his hard, unyielding body so warm and
solid beneath me. Within seconds I was completely spent, and lay
panting on top of him with tears of happiness streaming down my
cheeks.

	"Oh, Sultan," I cried to him. "I love you! Please love me,
too. Never leave me alone again. Never!"

	I clung forlornly to him, yet still my need to pleasure him
was unsatisfied. I slid down off him and his anus released my penis
easily. How puny it looked, I thought, compared to his own mighty
organ. Almost laughable. My love for him was as great as his could
ever be for me, but there was no way I could ever hope to equal his
bludgeoning sexual power. I glanced at my right arm and straitened it,
making a fist to tighten my biceps. No, perhaps there was a way after
all...

	I reached up to tickle his anus, smearing the thin trail of
semen dripping from its lips. Once again I inserted my fingers, but
this time I pushed until my entire hand disappeared from sight. Deeper
and deeper I penetrated, on past my wrist, my elbow, until my shoulder
was flush against his gaping bung. The hot walls of his rectum
squeezed tight, his wide-stretched orifice slurping as I slid my arm
back and forth. He tilted his head back in wonder, wiggling his hips
as he delighted in my sexual inventiveness.

	Thrilled by this sensational new experience, I wondered what
it would feel like to try on an innocent young Arabian filly, to have
her trembling and fidgeting helplessly as I thrust deep within her
wet, slippery vagina, tearing past her maidenhead as her swollen
clitoris flicked spasmodically out through her yawning vulva, to have
her shudder into orgasm with liquid gushing fitfully from her muscular
lips as I forced my other arm into her tight feminine anus to work at
her double-fisted, rocking backwards and forwards to simulate the
frantic strokes of a squealing chestnut colt clinging desperately
around her waist as his own sputtering load of curdled jissom spurted
agonisingly from the bulbous crown of his massively swollen penis as
he buried his own virgin maleness deep inside her.

	Even as I savoured this wild idea I noticed that Sultan's huge
cock was swinging freely between his legs. Incredibly, he was becoming
sexually aroused once again! As I watched, his dangling shaft began to
stiffen and rise, his bulb bobbing and weaving its way upwards as he
responded automatically to the pressure my arm was exerting on the
glands beneath his rectum. Within a minute it was fully tumescent, and
he started to rub it excitedly against his belly, lowering his croup
rapidly as he rammed it back and forth, its full, rounded head darting
like a snake as I joined him in his rhythm.

	His tail lashed my face unwittingly as he started to bounce
himself up and down on his hind legs, his rectum sucking painfully at
my arm with each contraction. Long-familiar with masturbation, he
quickly brought himself to climax with the skill of a stallion twice
his age. With a bewildered grunt he started to ejaculate, his
testicles striking his thighs with dull thuds as waves rippled along
the underside of his grotesque phallus. He yanked his hips forwards,
and I watched in wonder as his first jet of milky froth burst from his
glans in a shocking explosion of flying droplets and stringy, twisting
blobs. His glistening slush splashed into his forelegs and sprayed in
all directions, the questing head of his eager shaft wagging clumsily
about with his abrupt pelvic gyrations.

	Writhing as it flew, the core of the stream spattered audibly
against the far wall of his stall over three metres away, where it
clung quivering, dribbling in rivulets down the wooden panelling.

	His velvet nostrils quivered and fluttered as he wheezed
uncontrollably, the twisted muscles along his neck etched in stark
relief as he hurled his burden of sperm-laden liquid out through his
thumping penis, lost and alone in the primeval equine struggle to
copulate and impregnate, his precious seed's countless millions of
wriggling spermatozoa wasted in his unreasoning state of sexual
frenzy.

	Again he snapped his buttocks together, coating his front legs
with a thick white mess of translucent jissom, my arm going numb
through blood loss as his rectum threatened to force me out
reflexively in powerful spasms. He groaned pitifully as his last
churning jet of sparkling gelatinous goo erupted from the upturned
knob of his semen-smeared erection and splattered itself across his
chest, clinging there in quivering tendrils as he slumped exhaustedly
in the sudden silence.

	His penis flopped under him as he shook himself back to
reality, still dizzy with the adrenaline surging through his veins.
With a squelching sound I pulled my arm from inside him, his anus left
opening and closing like an angry mouth, the snarling demons of orgasm
still reluctant to surrender control of his body. He turned to lick at
my face, and it struck me that he had been a virgin. Of course!
Naturally, he had been masturbating regularly since infancy, as the
dried crusts of semen splattered across his chest and forelegs
testified almost every morning. But until now he had never experienced
the joys of sex with another living being.

	So, he and I had made love together at last! And it had been
worth the wait! Now I was his lover - as he was mine - and we would
remain so bound until death parted us... and who knew, perhaps not
even then.

	I had always been irresistibly attracted to his finely muscled
physique, by the very way he moved, by every line and curve of his
beautiful body. It sang to me in a language few humans ever heard, a
chorus in celebration of the fecundity of life, all life on Earth. We
were brothers under the Sun, linked by the twisted strands of the
universal stuff of life, DNA. I knew I would never betray his trust,
as he would never betray mine.

	"Look at you!" I scolded him affectionately, standing there
covered in his own slimy mess. "Now I'm going to have to clean that
all off, aren't I."

	I licked it off, slurping it up delightedly while it was still
warm.

	Sultan's sexuality was a pristine reflection of his innermost
natural drives, and I blanched at the realisation that I might have
rejected him. He had sworn himself to me in the only way he could -
perhaps consciously, for who could say how deeply a horse thought? The
union of our two bodies was also a union of two souls, one childlike
in its innocence, one weary of the ways of the world, the prudish,
hypocritical world where the freedom to express one's self was in
reality nothing more than a sick joke. I had not asked to be born the
way I was, so why should I be forced to live my life as one unending
lie?

	True, it would take months for me to learn his body's language
of love, and I marvelled at the knowledge that this was only the
beginning, a clumsy fumbling in the dark. Next time I would be
prepared, with some KY jelly to make his penis really slippery! I
would learn how to manipulate it skillfully, to concentrate on his
swollen glans, where to press and squeeze and rub... how to elevate
him to the peak and keep him there as long as possible before he blew.
In the future we would make love on beautiful spring days cool beneath
weeping willows, standing in waist-deep grass by gurgling creeks, out
in the open on warm summer nights with only the stars to watch us. I
would discover what truly drove him crazy in every minute detail until
our bodies joined together like well-oiled machines.

	I was no longer alone in the world, but I would have to keep
our secret to myself. Humanity was not yet understanding enough to
deal with zoophiles coming 'out'. Not yet. Maybe never. But suddenly I
found that I no longer cared. I was no longer alone, and that made all
the difference.

	All the difference in the world.

				The End