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From: an108346@anon.penet.fi (Equuinox)
Subject: Sandwich (M, horse)
Date: Tue, 23 Aug 1994 03:50:59 UTC

[This story may be freely reproduced, just make sure you gimme credit
for it!]

			       Sandwich
				  by
			       Equuinox

	Sounds of equine combat fill the air. A high-pitched scream
rouses me from my slumber and I sit bolt upright and grope for my
glasses. Wincing from the glare I look out the window and wonder what
the hell's going on. Chico my ministallion is fighting with Goober, my
big quarterhorse gelding. Chico rears, little legs just clearing the
top of Goober's back, and challenges him again, but Goober merely
swings his big butt around and lines up for a kick. Speed and
nimbleness vs. raw power and a bad attitude... power usually wins.

	I look at the clock next to my bed... 6:30... Damn! don't have
to be up for another hour. Well, might as well get movin' `cuz I can't
get back to sleep anyway with all the ruckus. I pull on some clothes
and stumble downstairs for my morning cup of steaming rocket fuel,
just enough milk in it to keep it from dissolving my stomach lining. I
take a gulp of the hot black liquid and feel a warm tingle begin in my
lower back and spread through my entire body. "Ahh-h-h!" By noon I'll
be a quaking mess from caffeine overload, but for now I'm just trying
to get my blood circulating. I feel my nerves begin to fire in a more
orderly fashion and start to plan my day.

	Another squeaky whinny-snort from outside first distracts me,
then gives me a sudden idea. I glance at my roommate's door and
calculate the odds of him waking up before I get the chance to make my
preparations- pretty good, considering he's almost never up before 10.
I toss down the dregs of my morning elixer and creep out into the
yard, shivering in the cold morning air. Chico and Goober, their
eternal power struggle terminated in the inevitable stalemate, graze
peacefully on my lawn a few feet apart.

	Chico picks his head up and whickers as I draw nearer. Chico
is a deep chestnut in color, about 32" at the shoulder and masses
about 225 pounds. His coat is glossy and getting kind of shaggy in
anticipation of winter. "Heyo, bud!" i say as I give him a good
scratch on the neck. He sticks his upper lip out and wiggles it miming
scratching a partner, and I bend down to let him nuzzle-scratch my
head and neck. He smells good in the morning air and I start to feel a
stirring in my loins. I reach down under him and gently squeeze his
stallionhood...

	"How's yer balls?" I ask jokingly- they're still there, warm
and firm in my grasp, and he looks at me with what could be a trace of
amusement in his ice-blue eyes. Still yawning, I let go of him and
cross the road to the mare's enclosure. They see me coming and respond
with whickers that sound suspiciously like "Breakfast!" to my ears.

	"Innaminni"t, I say to them as I undo the electric fence that
separates them from the road. Chico senses something's up and comes
running over in a shortlegged trot bumpbumpbumpbump, and sniffs the
opening in the fence so I reach over and tug his halter. "Okay, bud...
come on through." The second he's through the wire he makes straight
for the mare's pen, screaming and snorting. Patina, the palomino mare
comes alongside the gate and lets Chico sniff at her through the
boards.

	Grunting, she suddenly drops to a crouch and raises her tail,
emitting a thin stream of urine. Her vulva begins to wink, pink and
wet in the morning sun. I hop over the fence to check the water level
in the trough and pause to scratch her neck and withers. She remains
in the breeding stance; head down, ears forward, tail in the air and
legs spread... her clitoris winking out between her pussy-lips like a
big, lazy eye. The scent of estrus mare fills my nostrils... sweet and
pungent, and slightly musky.

	Pheremones make my head swim a bit. As Chico continues to
scream and prance I move to scratch the base of her tail and gently
tickle her little pony-snatch with my index finger, which makes her
tail stand up straighter and the "winking" to get even more forceful,
then remember my roommate... best not to be seen playing with her this
way.

	I begin to get excited as I take her by the halter and lead
her into the barn. I let her go and she immediately goes to work on a
pile of hay, chewing noisily. Chico trots around the front of the barn
and begins pawing at the big double doors, wanting to be with his
lady. I grunt, "Okay, okay already," and unlatch the door, barely
getting out of the way as he barges through. He heads straight for
Patina, screaming his lust while he nips at her legs making her kick-
then squat again.

	As he nibbles at her withers I slip out of my clothes, no
longer cold for some inexplicable reason... I walk slowly up to Chico
and watch as his majestic thirteen-inch cock unrolls from his sheath
like a flesh telescope. His member is grey-black, with a large round
pink spot in the middle of his shaft... Patina's withers. His dick
pulses once as I suddenly grip it tight by the shaft, and I go down on
him briefly, just to tease him a little more... time for the
experiment.

	By now my own erection is blazing upwards... not quite as
impressive as Chico's, but useful nonetheless, and I straighten up and
move in behind Patina. I bend over her and hug her tightly while Chico
turns his attention to my crotch, which is directly behind Patina's
moist privates. I line myself up and slowly begin to penetrate her...
slipping into her like getting into a warm bath. Her pussy tightens
once, a velvet glove squeezing my member as I move slowly in and out
of her, marveling as always at the warmth and softness of a mare's
pussy.

	By now Chico is almost out of his little equine mind with lust
so I reach down and grab his halter, and guide him around behind me.
"Let's try something new, little dude!" He quickly gets the idea and I
lay down on top of Patina, my cock deep inside her as he rears up.

	THUD! A set of 3" wide hooves bruises my back and suddenly
there's a pair of legs over my shoulders and a set of hot nostrils in
my ear as Chico bites my neck for leverage. "OWTCH! LEGGO!" He knows
he's not supposed to bite, dangit...

	Suddenly his teeth are forgotten as I feel his well-lubricated
prick poke at my rectum... nope... no way I'm gonna let him try
that... he'd split me in half. I reach around with a free hand and
take the head of his cock, guiding it between my legs while gently
squeezing in time to his thrusts while i carefully begin to thrust
myself, a little squooshed and breathless between the two quivering
bodies.

	As I apply pressure to Chico's dick he thrusts harder and the
head of his cock begins to swell into the familiar mushroom shape...
bigger than my fist. Patina continues to stand quietly, grunting a bit
now and then as I stimulate sensitive tissues.

	As Chico approaches orgasm he grunts deep in his throat and
stops abruptly, the thrusts one, two... three times into my hand and
explodes all over my thighs and buttocks, covering me with his warm,
sticky fuck fluid. I am not far behind, and as he lies on top of me
exhausted I feel myself reaching my own climax. A few more thrusts of
my own and I feel the tension and heavenly release of orgasm as I pump
my own load into Patina's willing vagina... breathless and holding her
as though my life depended on her, which at times I think it may.

	Chico, tired and satiated, attempts to dismount and catches me
in the back of the head with a hoof on his way down. SMACK! Arr-r-
rgh! Instant headache. Wincing, I slide off Patina and wish fervently
I'd take my own advice about safety helmets... nothing like a big
goose egg for a reminder. I also note he's broken the skin this time,
and chalk it up to "Pursuit of Happiness".

	I try to lead Chico out the main door but he's hesitant...
still wants to be with his mate, so I open the side door and Patina
pops right back out knowing that breakfast is on the way shortly.
Closing the side door I put my clothes back on, then lead Chico out
the front. I head back towards the house and notice with a quick burst
of adrenaline that Doug, my roomie is up, and in the kitchen making
himself breakfast.

	As I breeze back into the house he looks at me and says
"Mornin' dude!" I smile and say good morning back and the next
statement out of his mouth is, "Jeez, you smell like horses, dude!" I
say, "Yup," and pour myself another cup of coffee.

			       The End