Stallion Romance

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Mounted by My Herd-Mate

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I knew that he lusted for me as much as I lusted for him, even if we were just out on the south-side meadow together, Dominic and me, a chestnut stallion in his prime who went by the name of Red. I had been given my name by my dam, years ago, but it had stuck with me and my bright chestnut coat that I didn't wish to change it, not even as I grew up.

We were all horses, of course, a wild band of bachelors that had grown up together and also picked up others from neighbouring herds, where they had naturally grown out of their birth herd structure. It was not something that they always had to leave, but oftentimes it better-suited colts to leave the protection in search of their own mares and bands of equines, rugged and rough, looking more than ever to take on the world.

I didn't want to take on the world, comfortable in the protection of our male-only herd, watching Dominic out of the corner of my eye. We took names as we pleased, but I'd always wondered what had led him to have such a human name. Perhaps his dam had lived near humans for a while or there was something more delightful still in the history of him. In many ways, the stallion was still a mystery to me, grazing peacefully, his head lowered, nibbling at the grass in the constant grazing that us horses required. His black coat gleamed in the late-autumn sunshine, but the shadows were already growing longer and stronger in the lure of winter. It would not be long before we had to search harder and harder to find enough food to sustain us. It was a cycle of seasons that we were already well used to and, under the guidance of our lead stallion, we were confident that we would come through the winter stronger than ever.

Dominic was glorious, the sort of stallion that turned heads, mares looking after him, and yet he had stayed with the bachelor herd as we matured and grew into adults. Our bodies were ripe and strong and yet he was the most dominant of all of us, a natural leader even while our interpersonal relationships shifted and changed in the remainder of the herd, depending on what was needed at any one time. It was not linear in any way and, with a wild herd of horses like us, it was not needed.

Our bare hooves picked their way over the rocky slope as night fell, the stars looking down on us, though we did not worry ourselves. Dawn and dusk were the most dangerous times for us and our night vision was the best it could be in the dark of the night, another stallion standing watch, or band of males well-defended and well-protected.

I shivered. Dominic was there, awake and not grazing, his head lifted high as he whuffled softly, scenting the air. Even though I clamped my tail down over my musky hole, I was sure still that he smelled me, my need for him. It was not as if we were in any kind of breeding season, not at that time of year with the hint of frost snapping at the air as the temperature dropped, but that sort of thing did not matter to ones such as us. We knew that pleasure could be had in breeding, even out of breeding seasons, and even more so between males.

I tried not to look up as he approached me, quivering in place, my long, protective forelock falling over my eyes. It was better to keep flies and frost off my eyes in those respective times of year, but it was no problem to me, everything comfortable and light, though I still felt every muscle in my body.

"Hey there, you."

Dominic snorted softly, nudging at my rump, though I already knew what he wanted, even though I had not hoped for it. My heart surged, skin quivering, tingling, shifting and jumping as if my body was trying to shake flies off every part of my body all at once, though it was hardly something that I could control. Tension, the good kind, lined my body, the soft dip in my back just behind my wither, tail flicking and lashing, working it out down the length of my spine.

"Um... Yes... Hey... How... Oh..."

His nose pushed up under the dock of my tail and I quivered right where I was, my tail flicking up, breath tight in my large lungs. I knew that I needed to breathe and needed to relax but there was nothing more that I wanted, a slight quirk and twitch to Dominic's lips saying more than his words ever did. We went so much more off body language as he curled his upper lip back, sifting through my scent, my hind legs spreading, bracing, wanting him even more.

But I couldn't resist one mare-like nuance seeping through, my shaft slipping from the fleshy fold of its sheath, showing itself in a spill of smooth grey, even up past the medial ring. I shifted the weight in my hocks apart a little more, considering nothing else but the bodily warmth of the other stallion up against me, releasing my need in a spattering hiss of urine. It flowed forth smoothly, sweetly, as if it had only been waiting for a moment to show itself, piss seeping into the ground, containing pheromones and more that signalled to a partner that I was ready for more.

"Oh... Oh, perhaps I should have come to you sooner, Red. I... Mmm..."

He shook himself off, cock slipping out in turn, though I had already eyed up his hot length many times before, adoring what lay there, what I wanted from him despite never having the boldness of heart to ask. It didn't matter to either of us that the rest of the herd was right there, able to watch us if they pleased, though it was the protection of them that allowed us to do as we would, as we willed.

The hot length of Dominic's cock called me and, even though it was not really what our bodies were designed to do, I turned around, bowing the front half of my body down so that I was on my knees, the soft earth pressing up into them. The black stallion pulled his head up as if he was unsure of what I was doing, though all became clear as my lips nuzzled tenderly at his sheath and cock, lipping and teasing, showing him what I had imagined for so long.

The stallion grunted, my heart hammering harder and faster than ever as if I was galloping at full force, flanks shuddering with breath. My hooves tried to spread where my hind end was pushed up, cock out and hard, so very aroused that it would have been impossible to hide even under any other circumstance, though I had nothing at all that I would ever want to hide from Dominic. The stallion snorted and shook his head, rocking into my touch as I nuzzled his cock, the thick fleshiness of my tongue sweeping up and around his head.

"Oh... Oh..."

I loved that I could have that effect on him, despite my inexperience. Maybe I had learned some from watching our herd, mating season, the lust and love that could be shared between both male and female bodies. We didn't see love or pleasure as something, after all, that had to result in a foal, even if there had been instances of male pregnancies in bachelor herds too. What could we all say about that when we were already aware of the potency of the magic running through our world? Some things, even like that, were simply there to stay.

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