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If this is a dream, I want it to last forever and never end...

and if it's real then I don't want to dream.

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When I look at those fields, I see freedom. I hear the beautiful, happy sounds of neighs punctuated by a low and loud gallop. When I look at those empty fields, I see happiness and love; a strange love; a forbidden love; yet a very deep and real love. It was a love of two souls and two bodies. When I look at those fields, I recall them running happy and free.

They were made for each other, although the life of one had just begun, and the life of the other had seen many seasons. They've met and fallen in love, individuals so different, creating a union so perfect. When I look at those fields, I see two massive and beautiful horses; different breeds, but similar thoughts. I sit on the green grass and recall them each day. The story of their meeting and love should be told to the following generations, and when I die perhaps someone will relay my words. This love should never be forgotten.

Eron was a 15 years old Clydesdale stallion living at Mr. Growson's ranch. Everyone knew him because he was the pride of his owner; big, white, with long wavy tail and gray mane falling onto his strong and muscular neck. His hoofs were covered with long and snow-white hair.

All of his life Eron was a working horse, but some time ago he retired on a pension, and from then on Mr. Growson used him as a riding attraction for children.

For a stallion, he was remarkably calm and friendly. Whether he worked in the fields or with children, he did so with his stallion-sized heart. He never harmed a soul and was entirely loyal to his owner. Mr. Growson returned that loyalty in a way that small-minded men often do by offering the Clydesdale several mares to cover. The mighty stallion performed his duties as ordered, but the brief moment of pleasure and release never filled his soul's void for long. Mares made the briefest of companions; their attention always turning away from their mates to their foals, which is how it should be, the old stallion justified. Eron dreamed of a mate he could call his own.

As days passed by, Eron became more sullen and lonely, and it showed in his waning enthusiasm for work. Mr. Growson sensed his beloved stud's melancholy and chalked it up to old age. He loved the Clydesdale like the son he had never had. Perhaps the time had finally come to let the stallion rest. Several days later, Mr. Growson hitched up the horse trailer. The life of the Clydesdale as he knew it, was now over.

"Hey there, big guy!" Mr. Growson said to Eron lying on the hay in his stall. He approached him and knelt, stroking his forehead. "I know that you're tired, my friend.

Eron looked at his owner with his smart eyes and sighed. He knew what those words meant, and he knew where the trailer was going... to the building where horses are... The stallion tearfully closed his tired eyes.

"I know that you're old and don't wanna work no more, but I still gotta make money somehow." He stroked the horse's cheek. "I hope you understand, big fella. It's for the best." Mr. Growson stood up and left the barn. Eron followed him with his eyes until his owner was gone, then he sighed again, knowing that it was all coming to an end.

As he heard his owner open the horse trailer, the dutiful stallion slowly rose to his feet to leave the farm with quiet dignity. He knew that time comes for everyone. But the sounds were all wrong. The trailer clanged thunderously with metal scraping metal. It sounded as if Mr. Growson was fighting for his OWN life. Suddenly a loud and young whinny echoed into the barn. Eron perked his ears and eyes to witness Mr. Growson struggling with the loose halter of a little Shire stallion that was fighting him not to enter. Eron looked at his owner, then at the young horse.

"I brought you a friend, Eron," he said, smiling at the fighting colt. "A rather spirited one, at that."

The huge Clydesdale whinnied loudly to proclaim his dominance of the herd, quieting the unruly colt into calm obedience.

"Why thank you, Eron." chuckled Mr. Growson. The Clyde nodded up and down as if to respond. "He's very strong, my friend. I think maybe even as strong as you when you were his age. His name is Chram. I hope you two will become friends."

The human stroked the little Shire's forehead and tied him to a beam. Then he went out and returned with a bucket of water and a sponge. He soaked the sponge and approached the young horse.

The frightened Shire tried to evade the human carrying the dripping weapon.

"Calm down, Chram. I won't hurt you." Mr. Growson said softly to deaf Shire ears.

"Neighhhhh... Be quiet, little one." Eron whinnied in equine tongue while shaking his head. "The man will not harm you. He will only bathe you."

"I don't know this man." Chram snorted in fear.

"He is a good man." the big Clyde consoled. "He treats me well. He will treat you well, too." Eron slowly approached them.

"Neighhh... Don't hurt me!" the Shire cried, feeling overwhelmed by the oncoming mountainous equine.

"Eron, stay back." his owner admonished. "Let me wash him first, and then you two will meet." The obedient horse returned to his bed of hay.

Chram shivered every time Mr. Growson touched him with the wet sponge. Fortunately for all three of them, the Shire resisted the urge to kick the puny human every time he got near his rump. After a final quick brush down, Mr. Growson left the barn, leaving the little Shire still tied to the beam.

Eron stood up again and slowly approached the colt. Chram felt another wave of fear build and backed away from the larger dominant stallion. "Please, don't hurt me," he begged, lowering his ears in submission, feeling very small indeed next to the Clyde.

"Don't worry little one," Eron said warmly while gently nuzzling Chram's head, but the Shire stepped back, in agitation. "Why are you afraid?" the older horse asked.

"You... are so huge and strong... and I'm tied up. I can't escape. It will not be a fair fight."

The Clydesdale looked kindly at him and laughed warmly. "You are right, little one. It would not be a fair fight at all." The massive Clydesdale knelt and lowered his head. "I surrender."

The Shire snorted in confusion, but suddenly felt an inexplicable calm and warmth emanating from his foe. "What are you doing? Why are you trying to confuse me? Get up."

The Clydesdale stood up proudly again and gazed gently at the youth."I have no time left for enemies, my young Shire. But I will gladly make time for a new friend." The benevolent stallion cocked his head. "How old are you?"

The feisty Shire suddenly found the Clydesdale's gentle demeanor to be very contagious. He settled down immediately and responded in kind. "I'm 5."

"Really?" Eron replied, somewhat amused. "A sexy vibrant stud like you must have covered many mares."

"Yes! Many! Hundreds, even!" The Shire's audacious response was even too much for his mouth to swallow.

"Oh... I see." the Clyde smiled warmly. "My name is Eron. I'm very pleased to meet you."

"I'm also pleased to meet you, sir." The younger horse lowered his head.

"Hehe... Call me Eron." The Clyde approached the beam and untied Chram, then laid down on the hay. "This is my home... that is... now it is our home."

The Shire looked around and then looked at the huge horse. "Is it ok if I lay next to you?"

The Clyde closed his eyes and smiled as if the words had kissed his soul. He nodded and nickered for the young Shire to share his bed. Chram laid down next to his mate.

"I'm sorry." the remorseful colt lowered his head. "I'm not really 5, and I've never covered a mare. I'm only 3."

The older stallion hugged his new friend. "Hyperbole, my young Shire. It has been bred into each of us. That wasn't a lie. It was bravado. And, personally, I find it very charming."

Eron let go of the youth and smiled at him again. Chram had never felt such love from another stallion. It bothered him, but he didn't understand why. He studied the tremendous equine's smart eyes. Suddenly he noticed something that made him feel an unexplained warmth inside; something that was hidden deeply within Eron's eyes. And the Shire then realized that this feeling didn't bother him anymore.

Mr. Growson entered the barn, carrying two fresh sheaves of yellow oats.

"Food!" the jolly Shire shot up happily.

Mr. Growson chuckled. "Heh heh heh... You two've become friends faster than I thought." Just then he recalled how he had left the Shire earlier, and rebuked the Clydesdale. "Eron... you untied him? What were you thinking? He might've escaped."

The Clydesdale lowered his ears and head slightly to show remorse, even though he knew his owner well, and this rebuke carried no weight at all. Nevertheless, he was very fond of the old man, and feigning hurt feelings never failed to elicit a consoling neck scratch.

The kindly man approached him and lifted the stallion's white head. "Don't worry, big fella. I know you wanted to make friends." He glanced at the little horse that was already digging into the oats. "You'd better hurry, Eron, before your little companion eats your lunch for you."

With that, the equine mass of pure strength stood up, nodded subtly to the human that was so much smaller than he, and slowly approached his sheaf. The young Shire was eating his portion like it was his last meal. "Easy there, little one. Don't eat everything all at once. You'll have to wait till evening to get another meal."

Chram stopped, rose his head and looked at the Clyde standing next to him. Again he noticed that imperceptible glow in his eyes.

Eron smiled and lowered his head to bite into his sheaf. While chewing, he continued to smile at the Shire who was observing him constantly. "What?"

"Emmm... nothing, sir. I just..." Chram lowered his head visibly blushing, trying to avoid eye contact with the big equine.

The Clydesdale felt empathy for the young one's embarrassment and took the lead to end the silliness of this time-wasting ritual. He nudged the young one's chin up again and smiled squarely into his eyes.

Chram felt a profound respect for the elder stallion while peering into the Clydesdale's two black diamonds, which beamed with a strange ethereal light deep inside of them. Again he felt the warm feeling in his heart as if being hypnotized by this wonderful being. Time stood still for the young Shire as the elder stallion slowly moved in on him. Then a shock rang through Chram's body that sent his soul soaring up to knock on heaven's door. The young stallion suddenly woke from his trance and quickly backed away, whinnying in confusion. "What are you doing!?"

The Clydesdale stood his ground and replied, passively. "What do you think we were doing?"

Chram stammered. "You were... I was... uh... we were... kissing."

Eron closed his eyes and nodded as if trying to relive that brief, but a blissful moment.

Chram shook his head. "Stallions shouldn't kiss."

The Clyde opened his eyes, raising his brows. "Is that so? Where is that written in stone?"

"My mom always told me that my duty is to find a mare and have foals." The Shire lowered his head and turned away, secretly licking his lips to savor the Clyde.

"Chram, I have existed for many years, and I have covered many mares. None has ever shown the least bit of interest in me when she wasn't in estrus, save for one." The Clydesdale sighed after recalling his favorite mare, the one that he had once called his mate. "I have many foals that carry my bloodline, but the two that she gave me... were special." The stallion began to weep.

The Shire suddenly felt intense sorrow for the noble steed before him.

"Oh, how I loved them, all three of them." Catching himself, Eron raised his head to shake off the unhappy memory and the emotion it invoked. "But ultimately, her foals mattered more to her than did I. And I loved them so much...*heavy sigh*... that I let them go." The Clydesdale turned around and slowly walked to his hay-bed, leaving his food mostly untouched. "I am done with mares," he said with painful surrender.

Chram's heart felt the heavy burden of his barn mate as he watched the once-proud stallion kneel awkwardly onto his bed, the love of life beaten out of him by the loss of those that were once so dear to him. Life was particularly unkind to the males of their species. They could never dare to fall in love with their mates, for their hearts would inevitably be crushed.

"Eron?"

The Clydesdale turned his head halfway to the colt, but could not manage a verbal reply.

The Shire smiled warmly and slowly approached him. "I think I understand... about stallions. We can have many mares, but we cannot love."

The Clyde closed his eyes and nodded dolefully.

"Then please explain to me..." the young Shire continued. "... what this warm feeling is?"

The Clyde was too enwrapped in his own self-pity to reply, so the Shire answered him by pressing his lips deeply into those of his older mate.

At first, the Clyde resisted the overture, but the desire in his heart to find love again was too great to deny. A whimpering whinny escaped the massive beast, and he returned the powerful gesture of love with tearful abandon.

The stallions kissed passionately and voraciously, pausing briefly to share each other's breath, but then continued to kiss, and gently nip each other before locking in an embrace of their powerful sinewy necks.

"Let this love be real." the Clydesdale whispered to the gods, begging for this moment of spiritual connection to last longer than the fleeting heat of a mare.

"It is as real as we can make it." the Shire replied. "You have shown me the wisdom that comes with age and experience, and you have shown me the painful future that awaits... but it is a future that does not have to be."

Eron was astonished to hear such sagacity coming from the young colt in his embrace.

"With your permission, Eron, let us pledge now to be each other's mate. Let the mares come in season and go to foal. You and I will always be here for each other."

The Clydesdale broke the embrace and gazed at the Shire through watering eyes. They brought their foreheads together to make this vow.

"You are my mate, Chram." the elder proclaimed proudly. "I will love you and protect you until my dying breath.

"And on that day, Eron..." proclaimed the colt. "... I will mourn the passing of my proud and handsome life mate.

The Clydesdale rose to his feet and whinnied so loudly that dust shook from the rafters. With that, the Sire did the same. Eron pranced around the giggling colt and then bit him on the tail.

"Hey, watch it." laughed the Shire. "I may be smaller than you, but I can still kick your ass!"

"Ha!" challenged the Clydesdale. "You could not kick a goat's ass, much less mine, you dainty little filly."

"Me? Filly?! Oh, you!" the young horse smiled devilishly.

Eron bolted out of the barn, quickly followed by Chram, who was eager to take on his mate's challenge.

"I'm gonna get you!" the young horse whinnied after his mate.

"You can try." the big stallion laughed "Whoa!" he yelled as he fell onto the ground.

"Now you are mine!"

"Haha...!" Eron quickly stood up and ran away. "No, I'm not!... or maybe I am."

They collided in the pasture, whinnying with laughter as they tumbled in the grass, resting briefly before standing up again to shake off their coats.

"I suddenly feel ten years younger." the Clydesdale mused.

"Falling in love does that to you." replied his mate.

The stallions nuzzled nose tips while sharing more breaths for several blissful minutes.

"You know, I've never been with a mare," whispered Chram.

"Yes, you told me." responded his mate.

"I don't think I'll ever want to."

"Trust me..." chuckled the Clyde. "... you will."

"Why would I ever want to be with a mare who's in heat... what... once a year?..." the Shire said seductively "... when I already have a stallion that is in heat every day of the year."

The Clydesdale took a step back in surprise and brought his head down to peek at the Shire's impressive horizontal member that pulsed at full length. Suddenly the Clyde felt the same thing happening to his own member. The Shire's ears drooped in fear when he saw the Clydesdale attain full length.

"Be gentle with me," Chram said with a nervous wink.

"Always." replied his lover.

The two studs strolled side-by-side into their barn and shut the door.

-The End-