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From: an26390@anon.penet.fi (Unicorn)
Date: Fri, 30 Jul 1993 19:16:45 UTC
Subject: Filly (M, horse)

Author's Note: When I originally wrote this story, and its followup
(Colt) back in 1990, I wrote it to be read as an Equine LOVE story.
With precious few exceptions, most of the stories at that time dealt
with "fucking" animals, rather than loving them and "making love" to
them. I wanted to write something different, as well as to share my
own fantasies and true experiences with my fellow Zoophiles. "Filly"
as this story was originally entitled, is a fantasy based on real-life
dreams. The young mare in this story really exists, and my love for
her IS real - but the story, sadly, remains only a fantasy. I have
taken experiences that I have had with many other beautiful and
wonderful horses, and compiled them into one beautiful mare. Someday,
I hope that this fantasy may become reality - but until that day, I
will take great joy and pleasure in just being a good friend to the
beautiful real-life mare that this story is dedicated to.

On a somewhat less pleasant note... When I wrote this story back in
1990, 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 1990, 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>

				Filly

	She was out in the far field when I arrived. A honk of the
truck's horn got her attention, and she came running to the fence to
greet me. It was a crisp winter's afternoon, and her breath misted in
the cool air. It was obvious that she had been playing in the new-
fallen snow, as her coat was simply covered in the icy white stuff. I
opened the gate and walked up to her. We exchanged greetings and
headed to the warmth of the barn.

	Thankfully the barn was heated. It had been quite chilly
outside, though the weather often did get worse than the -20 degrees
that it was today. The barn was normally kept at 10 degrees, which
made it comfortable, but still cool enough to require using a sweater.
Today, however, I had turned the thermostat up to a more pleasing 20
degrees. The sweet smell of fresh hay impregnated the air, combined
with the smells of leather tack, dust, and most importantly, warm
horse.

	The filly sighed contentedly, glad to be out of the chilly
nipping of winter. She liked playing outside in the snow, but she had
been outside for a few hours while I took care of business in town,
and she was getting tired of it. Now inside the barn, she relaxed
more, and looked around to get her bearings. Noting her empty manger,
she nickered softly and nudged me to it. "Hungry, are you?" I asked,
knowing the answer. She replied with a higher note, like a child who
knows that something good is coming, and is getting excited. To
further prove it, she did a bit of a dance, showing her increasing
excitement. "I'll be just a moment then" I told her, as I went to the
feed room. Opening the door released a warm, wonderful smell of hot
mash. It was her favorite treat, and she became even more playful as
the warm scent drifted toward her. "Careful," I warned as I spooned
some into her bowl, "It's still hot." Ignoring me (typical), she took
a large mouthful, and promptly spit it out. "I TOLD you," I laughed,
"Why do you never believe me?" She shot me a look and snorted, then
gingerly began to eat, taking a little more care this time.

	While she ate, I took out my set of brushes, and proceeded to
groom her sleek body. Starting with the curry comb, I brushed off the
melting snow and ice flakes, and combed out the snags in her mane. A
steel-toothed mane comb then gently moved through her deep, flowing
mane, making it smooth and soft like silk. The next brush, the Stiff
Dandy, was then used to help smooth down her coat, and brush out her
tail. Her coat was like the finest velvet. It was smooth, soft, and
warm to the touch. She sighed with great content as I run the brush
and my hand down her back, and began rocking gently side-to-side with
the rhythm of my brushing. As I brushed her firm rump, her tail would
flick up and to the side. This was one of her favorite parts of
grooming, and mine as well.

	As I combed her tail with the Stiff Dandy, her arousal became
more and more obvious. She finally stopped flicking her tail, and
simply held it up and to the right side, giving me a full view of her
perfectly formed pussy. Already, faint traces of clear filly-cum were
visible. A slight touch to the warm lips caused her to shiver, and
flex her vaginal muscles. As nature intended, her pussy "winked" as a
result, showing the deep pink insides, and the swollen clitoris, both
now well lubricated as her passion rose. My OWN passion was quickly on
the rise as well, but I wasn't done with the grooming yet. Putting the
Stiff Dandy away, I took out the final brush, the SOFT Dandy, and
began brushing her with it.

	Her rocking increased, both in tempo and in force. She pushed
against me, not enough to knock me over, but enough to assure herself
that I WAS still there. Her face was the last part to be groomed with
the Soft Dandy. She lowered he head, allowing me to brush her forelock
and her eyes and ears without stretching. Having down so, I put the
brush down and stroked her head gently. Running my fingers to the tips
of her soft ears, I began a slow, massaging rub on the tips. For some
reason, rubbing the tips of a horse's ears is Very pleasurable, if
done properly. *I* had a lot of experience with this, and she was soon
purring with a deep "horsey" purr. As I did so, she began to nuzzle my
crotch, knowing quite well what she would expect. My own growing
excitement and musky scent further excited her, and she began nuzzling
me in earnest.

	I have a reason for not wearing a belt on these occasions, and
this was it. Horses are VERY talented with their mouths. In SOME
cases, they are even more dextrous than humans are with their hands.
But a belt is beyond them, after all, even humans need TWO hands to do
up a belt. At any rate, with out the encumbrance of a belt, it did not
take her long to pull the top button open, and then by simply pulling
on the fabric, to open the zipper of my fly. Another tug dropped my
jeans to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. My cock was now
straining to be released, and she was quite aware of it. But now it
was HER turn to tease.

	She breathed deeply on it, nestled in my jockey shorts (very
appropriate, don't you think?) causing ME to sigh with desire. She
then nuzzled some more, brushing her velvety nose and hot breath
against me through the thin fabric. The combination of her breath and
my own pre-cum was making my crotch moist, and increasing the musky
scent. That she now began licking me through the fabric did little to
improve the situation. But now she seemed to have contented herself
with the teasing, as she gently gripped the elastic waistband, and
pulled the shorts down. My penis sprang to full erection, and she
paused, and if measuring me up. She seemed satisfied, and began to
nuzzle me again. The smooth feeling of her velvet muzzle against my
balls drove me deeper into ecstasy. She knew this, and began to gently
lick at them, warming them with her breath. Finally, she eased her
tongue and mouth over the tip of my cock, and slowing began to suck on
it. She was incredibly gentle, never once did I feel her teeth, only
the powerful and wonderful sucking.

	She stopped, and lay down, stretched out in the warm straw.
Her nipples were clearly visible, and hard. Though she had no foal,
her udder was enlarged, yet currently without milk. She enjoyed having
her nipples rubbed, and in the course of time, this had stimulated her
growth. She now motioned towards them, and I knew what she had in
mind. Lying in the 69 position, she took my cock into her mouth again,
and I began to swirl my tongue around her nipples. Her sighs of
delight told me she was really enjoying this. Her nipples were not
unlike those of human females in size and texture, but they WERE
considerably firmer and warmer to the touch, two attributes that I
especially like. A wet smacking sound reminded me that her warm, moist
pussy had not yet had any attention.

	Crawling behind her, I slipped a finger into her, while
reaching between her legs to continue massaging her nipples. Her pussy
lips flexed again, and she sighed with pleasure. Removing my finger, I
licked the warm juices from it. Despite what some may think, a mare is
no different from a human female, except that instead of smelling
"fishy" they smell like fresh cut hay... a CONSIDERABLE improvement in
MY opinion. Reaching forward, I replaced my finger with my lips, and
began kissing her gently. This resulted in more erotic quivering and
flexing. Slipping my tongue into her, I began to swirl it around her
swollen clitoris. A wave of heat and moist pussy juices came forth as
she reached her first climax. Her entire body shuddered, and she
nickered her delight. She had the most perfect pussy I had ever gone
down on, and I felt I could do this forever. My cock, on other hand,
was beginning to get rather uncomfortable all by itself. The Filly now
moved into such a position where she was not lying flat out, nor
sitting or standing up. This was her "Awake-but-lying-down" position,
and BOTH of our favorite position for what was coming next.

	In this position it was possible to look at each other while
making love. I lay behind her, right hand on her back, left stroking
her left buttock, and prepared to enter her. She had positioned her
tail well out of the way, and positioned herself so that we could both
enjoy maximum penetration with the least strain. As the tip of my cock
touched the lips of her pussy, she flexed again, open herself wide,
and drawing me in. The amount of body heat within a horse is
incredible, and my lucky cock was totally encased in the most
luxurious pussy imaginable. Mares have FAR more muscular control than
human females, and she gripped and massaged my cock with her vagina as
I gently thrust in and out. I felt her near-crushing grip several
times as she reached one orgasm after another. In this way, I was
jealous of her, as I could only have ONE without having to stop. But
the knowledge that we were bringing each other such pleasure quickly
pushed the thought from my mind.

	I held out as long as I could, feeling her climax at least
five times as we lay, making love in the soft straw. Finally, I could
hold back no longer, and as she reached another crushing orgasm, I did
all but explode within her. We had made love many times, but it had
NEVER been as great as this time. I felt like I was coming for hours,
her grip never letting up, as I moaned and sighed in perfect harmony
with her soft yet ecstatic nickering. We were both exhausted by this
point, as I crawled back up to her front. She lay her head down in my
lap as I sat down, and began licking my fading erection, not wanting
to miss a drop. I stroked her velvety cheeks gently, as we gazed into
each other's eyes. There was no need for any words, the eyes told it
all. "I love you" is what they said.