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From: an26390@anon.penet.fi (Unicorn)
Date: Fri, 30 Jul 1993 19:16:28 UTC
Subject: Colt

Author's Note:

This story is my second attempt at writing an Equine LOVE story. My
first attempt - originally entitled "filly" was written some months
earlier in October, 1990.

At this time, there seemed to be precious few stories that could be
considered LOVE stories - most of the available ones talking a great
deal about "fucking" animals, but not about "making love" to them.
Filly was my attempt to break this pattern, and was actually written
just after my own terrifying experience with being caught.

This story - originally entitled "Colt" - was written a few months
later, and unlike its predecessor, is true. I never did find out the
name of the young stallion in this story, but I like to believe that
he was the slightly more matured version of a wonderful colt that I
had met a year earlier, and fallen deeply in love with.

I had lost contact with the colt - much to my dismay and heartache -
but this handsome young stallion was so much like him, that I choose
to believe he was one and the same. This story is dedicated to him -
and I hope that one day, we will meet again...

On a somewhat less pleasant note... When I wrote this story back in
1991, I did not see the need to add a copyright notice, nor to
acknowledge the fact that I AM the author. However, having seen other
wonderful stories changed and bastardized by unscrupulous people, I
have decided that I have to protect my work in some way.

This story was written as a LOVE story, and I request that no changes
be made to it, for that would spoil what I am trying to show through
it. It is copyright 1991, and may be freely distributed over any
medium, provided that no charges (other than a reasonable cost for the
media) are levied, and provided that it remains in its complete form -
including this Author's Note - and no other changes are made.

Please feel free to share this story with anyone who has ever known
the love that horses can bring, or who needs to know how much love
they can bring. Once again, warm Horsey-Hugs to everyone...
					<Unicorn>

				 Colt

	Outside, the floodlights bade the darkness hide, and lit the
area like daylight. Inside, the darkness was blinding.

	Outside, the air was frozen, and harsh. Inside, the air was
warm, and moist.

	I, thankfully, was inside. The outside world was cruel and
harsh tonight. It LOOKED serene and peaceful, but the cold was bitter,
and stung and bit, even through many layers of warm clothing. The
wind, fortunately, had ceased its howling, and silence had once again
taken over. The silence surrounded me, and comforted me. Within it, I
could hear anything that may chance to be heard; a footstep, a breath,
the rustling of straw. Occasionally, the silence would be broken by a
snort, a whinny, or a low nickering. As I approached, it was a warm
nickering that broke the silence.

	He was still awake, how fortunate, as I did not want to wake
him had he been asleep. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the
darkness, and I could make out his form. As I approached his stall, he
leaned his head out to me and nickered again. He sniffed me all over,
nickering softly all the time. I reached up and began scratching his
neck; on the mane, under his chin, and along his throat. He returned
the favor, grooming me as best he could, chewing lightly on my arm,
and along my sides. He had accepted me now, and it was safe to enter
his stall. I glanced around, eyes and ears straining for any presence
of another human. Finding none, I slipped silently into his stall.

	I knew I really shouldn't be here. I had no business here.
BUT, I also knew that the boss was at a Christmas party, and wouldn't
be in tonight. The others had presumed that I had gone home after my
shift. No one knew I was here, and that's exactly the way I wanted
it. I had seen him earlier that day, and had been fantasizing about
him all night. There were many colts here, but he had seemed one of
the most even-tempered, AND he had the BIGGEST balls I had ever seen
on a horse! I just prayed that his cock would be in proportion.
Entering the stall, I allowed him to smell me again. He sniffed
everywhere; in my hair, all over my body, and especially in my genital
area.

	As I once again started rubbing and scratching him, he became
quite still, and just enjoyed what I was doing.

	He really enjoyed having his back scratched. Try as they
might, that is ONE place a horse CANNOT scratch satisfactorily by
himself. It was quite obvious that his grooms never did this with him,
which made me think that what was next may not be too pleasant - at
first. Talking to him in a soft, soothing voice, I slid my hands down
under his tail, and began massaging him there. He definitely enjoyed
that! I now began to gently massage the great muscles in his powerful
hind legs. THIS is where I had to start being more careful; it
wouldn't do to get kicked now...

	So far, so good - he had accepted all that I had done. Now
for the big moment. Preparing myself to move quickly if I had to, I
slid my hand up the inside of his legs, and cupped the enormous equine
balls in my hand.

	He turned his head to look at me, and again nickered. I
breathed a silent sigh of relief... not ONLY did he accept my fondling
him, he was ENJOYING it! With expert skill, I began to slowly massage
his scrotum, feeling the huge nuts moving freely within. His sheath
was still collapsed, a sign that he was not anywhere NEAR as excited
as I wanted him.

	Ever so gently, I inserted a finger into his sheath, and
reached upwards until I found the glans of his penis. Rubbing it VERY
gently with my fingertips, I coaxed the prepuce free of the sheath. I
had found with earlier experience that one way NOT to excite a horse
is to pull (even gently) on his penis, it must be coaxed out. The way
to do so is to rub the sheath, and then the prepuce once it is
exposed. Doing so is like rubbing the base of a human penis, pushing
blood up into the end and making the entire thing erect. Doing this to
him now, the impressive length of his cock extended and hardened,
until I was holding a good 18 inches of semi-hard horse cock.

	"OOooooohhh," I sighed to him. "Such a BIG cock!" As I had
feared though, his negligent grooms had never cleaned him.
"Bastards... " I thought, "leaving such a beautiful animal in THIS
condition." Spitting on the palms of my hands, I began massaging the
glans of his penis.

	As I had hoped he would, he nickered at this, and his cock
became rock-hard, slapping up against his belly. As it did so, some
clear fluids spurted forth. I never did find out what they are... They
are NOT cum, nor are they urine... Whatever they are, they are quite
ideal for what I now had to do. Cupping the fluid, I began rubbing it
along his cock, using his own juices to clean him.

	All the while, he slightly wiggled his rump, making small
nickering and squeaking noises in his throat. There was NO doubt, he
was DEFINITELY enjoying this! In a few minutes, I had his entire cock
cleaned. My eyes were now completely used to the near-total darkness,
and I could see his cock shining in the pale light, covered with a
light layer of his own juices.

	"Well now big guy," I whispered, "are you ready for the best
part?" Softly rubbing the beautiful horse-cock, I put the glans to my
lips. I kissed it gently, then slowly parted my lips, letting the
delicious equine cock slide into my mouth.

	At this, he nickered softly again, and spread his hind legs
slightly. I pushed a little more of his cock into my mouth, and began
to slowly pump him. His cock jerked suddenly, and he spurted more of
the unknown juices into my mouth. Whatever they were, they were
sweet, and somewhat slippery. My best guess is that they are some form
of equine pre-cum. I stopped pumping for a moment, and to my surprise,
HE began pumping!

	Ever so slightly, he rocked back and forth, moving his
magnificent cock in and out of my mouth!

	This was incredible! I had sucked the cocks of many fine
stallion, but NEVER had one done this! I let him continue his slow
humping as I reached down and let my own cock free of its constricting
clothing. I began to masturbate myself to the rhythm of his humping,
and reached up with my other hand to play with his balls. We did this
for a few minutes, and every not and then his cock would jerk and
spray more of the sweet horse-juices into my mouth. I could feel his
cock pushing against the back of my mouth, wanting to go deeper. I had
always been rather afraid of the idea of deep throating a horse - I
worried about gagging on such a huge member.

	But his cock seemed to slide so easily, and I couldn't stand
it any longer! Gently grasping his cock with both hands, I eased it in
a little further, and felt the glans slip easily past my Adam's Apple.
I couldn't believe it! I now had a good 8 inches of thick horse-cock
down my throat. Even more to my amazement, I found that I was still
able to breathe, though just barely. I deep throated him for about 30
seconds before I had to pull him out.

	Standing up now, I stroked his powerful neck while playing
with his cock, telling him how beautiful it was, and how horny he was
making me. I lowered my pants now, allowing him to sniff me, and then
turned my ass towards his head, as I bent over and started sucking his
cock again. I felt his velvety muzzle on my ass and balls as he began
sniffing and licking me, trying to figure out what I was. It was
fantastic... the hot horse penis sliding in and out of my mouth, while
the horse's hot mouth explored me!

	Straightening up, I turned again, so that my ass was to his
cock. Holding the hard horse-cock in one hand, and steadying myself
with the other, I rubbed the glans of his penis against my ass. It
felt so smooth, so soft, so HARD, I wanted to take him in desperately,
but knew it would be impossible. I was determined however, that I
WOULD one day take the cock of a full-sized stallion up my ass.

	Turning around again, I began using both hands to rub our
cocks together. Closing my legs together, I wedged his cock between
them, just below my scrotum. The effect is similar to having a pussy,
and the stallion realized this. His cock hardened again, shooting
another blast of hot liquid all over me. I took his cock in both hands
now, and began to earnestly pump him, rubbing the glans against my own
cock.

	THIS got a real reaction out of him. His cock became rock-
hard, and he backed up a couple steps into the wall. He began arching
his neck, lolling his tongue around, and wiggling his hind end like
mad. He also started crouching down, making it more difficult to keep
masturbating him, but I WAS determined. His wiggling soon became
obvious humping motions, and there was no doubt that he was in
ecstasy! The feeling of his rock-hard glans pushing against my own
soon had me cumming full force.

	As I shot hot human-cum all over his glans, he fired back with
a barrage of shots of hot horse liquids. I don't THINK that it was
cum, for it wasn't white, not was it thick enough, but it definitely
was NOT horse-piss. Whatever it was, my lover was quite sedated by
this outburst. His humping slowed, and his cock softened, then slowly
slid back into his sheath.

	My own legs felt quite weak at this point, and I leaned
against the wall for support. My equine lover came up to me, nuzzled
me gently, and lapped at the tip of my cock, cleaning off the post-
cum. He nickered to me, and licked my face with a sloppy horse-kiss.
Returning the favor, I kissed him on the soft velvet of his nose, and
held his head in my arms for a while; stroking his neck, and telling
him how wonderful he was.

	My watch beeped, interrupting our post- climatic bliss, and I
glanced at the time. I had been here for over an hour, MUCH longer
than I intended. Dressing quickly, I strained to hear the slightest
noise, then slipped out into the row. Closing his stall door behind
me, I have him one last kiss goodbye, and promised to return someday.
He nickered to me again, and placed another sloppy horse-kiss on my
face before turning around and bedding down for the night.

	As I drove home, my mind replayed the wonderful experience I
had had that night, and already I could feel my entire body desiring
to experience it again. Until then, or at least until I got home and
washed up, I had the heavenly scent of stallion all over me, and the
sweet taste of that delicious horse-cock floating in my mouth...

			       The End