Harold and the Gypsy
#2 of Harold The Plow Horse
One day, Harold came from work at the field and he found all his animal friends by the fence, looking down from the hill. He was curious what interested them so much, so he came to take a look himself.
Down from the hill, by the river, some people have made a huge campfire. They looked foreign, with colorful clothes and loud laughter, they were playing foreign music and singing and dancing. Around them, huge carts were parked here and there and the horses which pulled them were grazing nearby. Harold never saw such horses before. They weren't as tall as he was, but they were muscular and their color was the most peculiar: they were red and brown with big white patches and it seems they had hair on their hooves. Piebalds? Harold shook his neck in confusion.
"Gypsies" one of the cows has said, "I haven't seen them for a long time. The last time they've been here was during the spring when they bought you Harold, you were just a colt then."
"I see "Harold replied, looking down on the hill "Who are they anyway?"
"Vagabonds" Marnie sighed "they travel around, selling stuff and tricking people, singing and dancing along the way and they do not do much else. I heard some of them are like witches..."
"Meaning?..."
"They can tell you your future, but for me, it's bollocks" Marnie turned around, suddenly disgusted. "They are up to no good, I can tell ya" she shouted heading to the manger for a snack of oats.
Harold stood there looking at her departing tail and shrugged. He didn't care.
During the night he stood by the tree napping, his dreams twisting and turning into more sensual, when he felt a familiar warmth in his lower belly and he felt his dick dropping and ready. He sighed and shook his mane, and turned around to visit his tree friend. He was halfway there when he heard something from the fence side. He froze in mid-stride.
"hey, psst, hey you"
Harold turned his head to the source of the unknown voice.
By the fence stood a horse.
It was a Gypsy horse, but this one was a bit shorter and leaner than the ones he saw by the riverside. But he had fur on his hooves alright. He was split in two with patches, his rump was brown but his head and chest were almost completely white, giving him a bit otherworldly look on the face. He also had few braids in his mane and a golden ring in his ear. He looked exotic. Foreign. Unknown.
"What are you doing here?" snapped Harold, suddenly territorial. He stomped the ground a few times to let the stranger know that he was up for a fight. The stress caused his dick to retreat to his sheath and he started to get annoyed.
"Doncha worry, I do not meen any hiarm" speaking with a foreign accent, hardening one word and softening the other, the Gypsy horse lowered his head, as if shy, and said "yoo liooked lonely, looking at us from up ".
Harold froze. The piebald smiled. "Oho, he is interezted " he let a small nervous laugh. He shook his mane "I zaw your thing dangling there lonely, you have no mare or a friend to help, how sad."
"What are you...?" Harold asked, confused. He shook his mane. "What do you want?" The Gypsy horse pranced against the fence, as if having a good laugh.
„Oho, cluess farm boi, he doezn't kno'. He stopped. "I havn't introduzed myself, I am Dragosh, lover not fighter and I like the big boyz like you to ride me."
"Ride... you? " Harold tried to comprehend the weird speech of the foreign horse but he didn't succeed. "You're what?... how.. what ..? "
"Ohoho!" Dragosh laughed, turning in circles like a circus pony, "let me show you, I not good at the language" he used the last circle to turn around and disappear behind the hill. He reappeared a few seconds later, galloping at full speed and he fleeeew over the fence. He landed next to Harold who was equally curious and cautious about what exactly does this weird horse want.
"Hello handsome" the Gypsy horse breathed through his nose, a bit winded. "What do you want?" asked Harold, a bit worried, standing stiff. "I'm here to teach you a bit about pleazureeee " replied Dragosh getting closer to sniff. They touched noses. He smelled exotic to Harold, like some flowers he never saw, but not unpleasant. He started to relax. "Yes, yes, you see? I mean no harm, I'm here to play with you for the night" the piebald horse said calmly, next to his ear. His breath tickled his hair. "You look strong, you work hard, yes?" he tracked his velveteen nose down his neck and shoulder "very strong muscles". It felt good. "Y-yes" Harold exhaled, his heart starting to race "I plow the fields." "Ah! Such honest job, but you are tired, yes?" his nose was tracing his spine now, and going down. "S-Sometimes, yeah". Good lord, it felt good. "Just relax, now, big boi, it will be something you'll never forget, I promize." His nose was tickling his belly. He made some deliberate, small circles in his fur and Harold felt the tingling in his balls and his shaft started to peak from his sheath. He was surprised. Gypsy smiled "Ah, there he iz". Harold observed him as he nuzzled the delicate skin on his underbelly and was going down. Is he going to...? He snorted. He couldn't look away. Dragosh's nose was right next to his growing cock now, swaying in the air. He blew some air gently on his flaring tip and Harold froze. His cock twitched, impatiently. "What is your name, big boi? You like this? " asked the Gypsy, softly, and blew some more through his nostrils on his cock. "Harold... Mmm, yeah...." he purred. The piebald horse chuckled. "This just an appetizer...Harold". He rolled the plow horse's name few times on his mouth and focused on his task. He reached with his head under his belly and licked his shaft. Slow. From the tip to the bottom.
„Aghhhh" Harold moaned involuntarily. Dragosh licked him somewhere where he was never touched. He started to sweat. He parted his hind legs to allow better access for his nimble tongue. He should ask questions or protest that some stranger was touching his dick but he didn't really care. The Gypsy knew what he was doing. He licked him from oozing tip to the back first. All along his firming shaft. He touched the soft sheath skin. He repeated it without haste a few times. There was no rush. Then he licked the sides the same way, slow and deliberate. He liked doing this, he liked to hear the big horses moan and tremble when he did this. Harold was moaning now with each lick he gave him, his head low and eyes closed, focused on sensation. Poor guy. Forever denied what was only natural. He focused on the black cock, deliciously dripping. He reached far with his muzzle and licked his balls now, the cock laying on his head, twitching and bobbing. Harold swished his tail in excitement. Piebald's white mane was tickling him. Dragosh licked the heavy orbs slowly, and then slipped one of them into his muzzle. Harold inhaled air through his closed teeth. He continued his licks and then withdrew. He planned his grand finale carefully, he slipped the oozing tip in his mouth and sucked. Harold's mind exploded. He whined into the sky. He didn't care if anyone heard him, he only cared about that tongue circling his flat tip and sucking like a on tit. He started to move his hips a bit, he couldn't control himself. His heart beat so fast now.
Dragosh stepped out from under his belly. Harold looked at him with fire in his eyes. He didn't notice that the Gypsy was sporting his own erection now, but his cock was pink instead of black. How curious.
"Ok, farm boi, I need you to touch me a bit, before I will lift my tail for you."
The Gypsy was looking a bit nervous on his white face.
This was the most vulnerable moment for Dragosh. Some guys wouldn't do it, some would threaten him to suck them dry, some would mount him without the extra stimulation and he would be left with needy cock while the other guy pumped his ass full.
Harold swallowed, he was so horny now that he didn't even think that touching another guy's dick should raise some questions.
Harold circled the smaller horse, tracing his nose around the piebald shoulder, noticing the border where the coat transitioned from white to brown. Dragosh was circling with him, not sure what the bigger horse would do. But Harold just panted into his ear "What should I do? I don't know how..."
Dragosh let out a held breath and chuckled softly. "Just touch me the way you want to be touched."
So now Harold calmed down because he knew what he should do. Mirroring Dragosh he traced Gypsie's spine with his nose, then went under belly, tickling him with whiskers, and then he was next to his pink shaft. He blew some air on the tip and hear the gasp from behind. Then he licked his shaft, slowly up and down, up and down. The pink cock was firming up right before his eyes and he heard the quickening breathing over his head in Dragosh's chest. Then he just put the tip in his mouth and sucked, pushing his head forward and backward. He heard an "Arghh" from behind and in the corner of his eye he saw Dragosh with an expression of pure bliss. He was muttering something in a foreign tongue and his legs started to tremble. With every move of Harold's head he gasped loudly. He pushed back gently with his hips. It was a long time since he got such a great blowjob and the guy was just an amateur. But he promised the farm boy a ride so he shouldn't back up from promise.
"Enough" he moaned. His was breathing fast. Harold emerged from under Dargosh belly curious and hot and horny. Gypsy shook his mane and turned around. He moved his tail aside and in horse voice, he said "Mount me. Now!"
Harold stood motionless for a while, but when he saw Gypsy presenting his ass like that he just snapped. His shaft firm as a rock he whinnied rearing up and pushing with his strong back legs. He landed on Dragosh's back, his hips pushing frantically and missing his mark. "Up! Aim higher!" Dragosh shouted with a weak voice. Harold pulled out his hips and pointed his dick higher, jabbed a few times more but couldn't find the hole. He snored in frustration. He pulled back far and almost JUMPED forward at the brown rear and then he hit it this time. "OH, FUCK!" Harold grunted. It was amazing, it was warm, it was better than the tree. Dragosh moaned loudly. Harold grabbed his mane in his teeth and he started to pound the foreign boy. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder. His balls slapped against the Gypsy's with a wet sound. He buried his nose in his mane and moaned in boy's ear "Y-you - urgh- you-ah- like- argh!- this? " "Yeah, you so -urgh- big" neighed the piebald "it feels- argh- so - good!" "But - uff- please- go deeper- please-- I need - " Harold grunted in the reply and dig his hooves into the ground and pushed as hard as he could.
"YES!" Dragosh moaned „YES! THAT'S THE SHPOT! FUCK ME" Harold balls started to pull, he would cum soon. He pulled out and pushed hard again.
"YES!! OH YESH LIKE THAT! I GONNA..." Gypsy was frantically moving his hips against he black cock. Harold pulled out and pushed his entire shaft in.
"YES! OH FUCK YES I.." Harold pulled out and JUMP pushed in. Dragosh went crazy "I'M GONNA I'M GONNA," Harold pushed again and Dragosh let out a high pitched "OH FUCK YES!!! " whinny and Harold saw his pink cock twitch and release a rope and rope of cum on the earth with every push he gave him.
Harold started pounding again when he felt Gypsy's ass squeezing his shaft „I'm -ugh- I- ARG- Gonna- cum- " Harold pounded the piebald fast now, when he moaned and released white semen that flew on the ground in curves with every push of his hips. "I'm close now, I- I I - oh fuck - I - urg- here I come - HERE I...I-I"
"Give it to me big boy" whispered Dragosh, with a voice that almost sounded calm.
Harold whined to stars and lunged with his teeth, grabbing the braided mane as he slammed forward and finally released and released his sweet seed into stranger's ass, pulling Gypsy's head back with him. He kicked with his legs and pushed and pushed and pushed every ounce of his cum in his ass. His tail arched high, swinging with every move. Pure, absolute bliss consumed him. He slowed down until his hips stopped moving. He breathed loudly through his nostrils, air ruffing the piebald's white hair, his teeth clamped around Dragosh neck. He collapsed on top of the foreign boy with heaving sides, his partner standing with trembling legs himself.
They didn't talk, they just breathed for a while.
After all the noise they made together the night air suddenly felt empty and calm.
Harold came about when he felt his dick pulling from Dragosh's ass and dangling in the air.
He dismounted with a sigh. The Gypsy shook his messy mane, few of his braids coming loose. He turned his bright eye at the farm horse.
"You liked that, farm boi? " he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Oh yes" Harold nodded his head, a bit sheepish.
"Hehe" the foreigner laughed and reared up in a happy prance, his hoof hair flying through the air. He landed on his feet and trotted around Harold, making him turn his head around.
"Thankz for the ride, big boi" the piebald tossed his head "shee you aroun'."
He turned around but froze in mid stride.
He looked at Harold again, narrowing his pale eyes.
"Wait" he muttered, coming closer to the brown horse. He looked him up and down.
"I feel zomething from you, yes."
Harold just stood there puzzled.
The piebald horse inspected him for a moment, his eyes traveling from his hooves to his eyes and back.
"Oh yesh" Dragosh's ears perked up.
"You shouldn't worry about anything my good boi, your future lookz bright. Full of work but also, ahhh, full of pleasure too. Just wait and it will come to you." He tilted his white head, his lips smiling.
"That's my gift to you, your future foretold!"
He spun around a few times laughing a free laugh of a wild spirit bound to nothing
and just like that he turned around, jumped the fence and was gone.
Harold was left standing between the trees.
If it wasn't for the relaxed muscles and a pleasant buzz in his head he could've thought he imagined the strange horse.
He shrugged with a bit of regret and walked back to the barn.
He hadn't had any trouble falling asleep that night.