Ranch Hand
#1 of Fetish
Porn Star Chronicles
©2013 CarLOS Penguin
Ranch Hand
Preface
This is more of a little experiment, playing with a subject outside my "comfort zone".
Sometimes it works when I don't know what the heck I'm talking about XD
If you're new to my series, a species reference can be found here:https://www.sofurry.com/view/429362
My thanks to SoFurry user _ Victoria Fox _ for being my editor and proofreader with these shorts. Without her help and suggestions, the story would have been a "bumpy ride up the trail" ;-)
1 - The Day Started Out Well Enough
It was an early midsummer morning with the sun low in the sky. There was a gentle breeze that rustled in the trees that carried the sweet scent of sage and pine. Much to Chelsea's dismay it also carried the arid feel of hot, dry earth that foretold of a sweltering day ahead.
But at the moment, all agreed that it was beautiful morning.
Walking up the trail from the main road where they were dropped off by the tour organizer, was like stepping back 350 years. The sound of birds and nature with not a trace of modern technology to be seen. Just a weathered log fence that bordered one side of the trail and a curious grey and white leopard coat appaloosa horse, hanging its head over the fence to greet the new group of strangers that meandered up the trail every weekend.
The semi-arid rolling hills and ranch land of the Thompson-Nicola region where the small town of Ashcroft is located was an ideal setting for a historic ranch where people could roleplay that they were in the 19th century pioneering west.
It was Friday of a long weekend and they looked forward to spending two days and nights 'away from it all'.
Solara Golais, by all definitions a city girl, stood in awe at the creature looking over the fence. She reached forward and touched its nose of soft skin coupled with bristly hairs. The horse nuzzled in appreciation for the attention, then ran its lips over her opened hand in search for a treat.
Despite wearing traditional 'cowgirl' attire and a fan of the Calgary Stampede, she had never been this close to nature before, not even on her home world.
Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. "The universe is so small." she exclaimed in a whisper as she pondered the fact here was an evolutionary throwback to her own neighbours, the Equuleusians over 60 light years away.
Her brother Gere and in his arm, their mutual girlfriend Chelsea were dressed in period 19th century attire; Gere as a upper-class gentleman and Chelsea in an informal crinoline dress. They followed closely behind and paused as they came upon Solara.
"That... thing.... could stomp you!" Gere said cautiously after a moment. He also had never been this close to a farm animal before.
Chelsea rolled her eyes and went up to the horse, scratched its chin and rubbed along its nose, finishing with a scratch behind its ears. "It's harmless, unless you frighten it." She picked some grass and held it to its mouth as an offering that the horse happily accepted and munched.
"It's your native animal. I guess we can learn from what you know." Gere said as he cautiously approached and rubbed it on the nose as it chewed the grass.
Chelsea smiled, "I used to ride horses frequently before moving from the Yukon. I can show you how to ride one! It's lots of fun."
Gere's eyes went wide as he stepped back, "Girlfriend, it's bad enough that you talked me into coming to this ranch, but ride an... animal?"
His sister on the other hand, cheered and did a small jig at the thought. This startled the horse, which nickered and stepped back from the fence a few paces.
"See! See! The thing went into reverse gear all by itself without anyone moving a lever!" Gere exclaimed with his hand out toward the horse. "Defective transportation!"
Both girls looked at him as if he had lost his mental faculties.
"Well, OK..." He said calming down. "But I get to indulge in a little of this 'poker' and drink they have at the pub." He hesitated, that wasn't the right word, "Ummm... saloon!" He smiled confident after straining to remember the strange historical terms he never knew until he saw the brochures for the ranch a couple of weeks ago.
"Since when have you let anything refrain you from indulging in a little drink and the odd game of chance?" His sister said mockingly with a smile. "You would have indulged, ride or not."
"Ha... ha... ha." Gere said with mock indignity as the girls chuckled.
Solara was still near the fence when she felt a brush on her hand. She turned with a mind that the horse came back to the fence and was greeted not with a horses face, but a pair of long, wide, fuzzy ears. She looked down and a miniature donkey was nuzzling her hand, looking for its handout.
"Aww, aren't you so cute!" She said with a high pitched voice. "A baby horsie!"
The donkey flared its lips showing its teeth as in a big smile and shook its head.
"That's not a baby horse, that's a miniature donkey!" Chelsea said excitedly and approached it to scratch its ears, to which it greatly appreciated. "They had these at the riding ranch when I was growing up."
Solara had picked more grass and fed the creature as Chelsea continued to give it pets.
Gere looked over at the horse that was still backed away from the fence. The horse snorted at him and walked away.
"Well, same to you, buddy!" He said and thumbed his nose at the horse. "With my luck, that's the one I'll have to ride." He grumbled.
"Holy jeloba fruit!" Solara exclaimed as she was bending over to pick more grass for the donkey. "Look at the size of those!"
Chelsea and Gere leaned over and followed Solara's line of sight. She was staring at the donkey's testicles, which by all appearance were proportionally far too large for its small body.
"Of course!" Gere straightened up and rolled his eyes with a shrug. "What else could so grab my sister's attention?"
Chelsea straightened up with a giggle, "They are pretty... big. Yes, pretty big, I mean."
Solara continued to stare at the donkey's genitals until Gere gave her butt a swat. "I guess 'it' is a he!" He laughed.
Solara gave a squeak as she jumped up, dropping the grass and grabbing her ass, looking indignant at her brother. She cocked her mouth and was ready to give him a playful punch in return when the donkey began to make a raucous bray and appeared to be laughing at them.
Chelsea was laughing as well. "He finds you two entertaining!"
Gere couldn't help but smile at the situation.
"Jack!" a voice came from inside the fence as a tall, lanky human approached. An obvious ranch hand, dusty boots, jeans, flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and a western style hat that had seen many years of outdoor wear. "You pestering the guests already?"
The donkey happily trotted over to him. The ranch hand scratched his mane and rubbed his side as if the donkey were a large dog. As he approached the trio, the donkey followed him like a pet.
"Howdy! I'm Aaron, Aaron McKenzie, one of the hands here. Welcome!" He said with a smile and tipped his hat to the ladies and shook Gere's hand.
"Gere Golais. This is my girlfriend Chelsea and the midget is my sister, Solara." He replied, shaking Aaron's hand and trying not to wince at his powerful grip.
Chelsea gave a polite courtesy, while Solara blurted out, "A real cowboy!"
Aaron smiled and tipped his hat to her, "Yes ma'am, a real cowboy."
They both stared at each other for a moment when Aaron apologized, "Sorry for staring, I have never met someone from another world before." He gave a chuckle, "I've never even been out of the district."
"And I never knew places like this existed before a couple of weeks ago. My people aren't about preserving physical history like this at all. 'Record it, then renew it!' is their motto." Gere said. "Seems a first for both of us."
Aaron looked over at Chelsea. She seemed surreal to him. There had to be human in a fox suit under that fur. "What about your people ma'am?" He asked shyly, hoping not to offend.
She smiled, "I was born here, actually. But my parent's people you could say are obsessed with history. Articles I've read on Canisius show farms not unlike this one all over the country areas, just more technological in their details."
It was hard to tell who had the more impressed expression - Aaron for hearing this fact or Solara at meeting a cowboy, right out of the ancient movies.
"It was nice meeting you, but Jack and I have to get back to work. Hope to see you at the afternoon ride!" Aaron said as he tipped his hat again and headed up a trail, the donkey following faithfully behind him.
"What a nice fellow." Gere mentioned and placing Chelsea's arm in his and continued walking up the trail to the guest ranch.
"Maybe you'll get to see him again, Solara. You seemed a bit smitten by the rugged fellow." Chelsea commented.
"Pffft! Are you kidding? She wants that donkey so bad..." Gere teased and got a punch in his shoulder for it.
"No laughing donkey to save you this time, brother." Solara said as they chuckled and continued on.
After breakfast and their orientation at the ranch, the first activity for the guests was learning to ride a horse. Gere wanted to make like some of the other guests and skip the event, but Chelsea wouldn't let him. "It's fun! You'll love it!" She insisted.
Gere and Chelsea had changed into more appropriate riding attire, Gere grumbling the whole time and they headed to the guest corral.
To Gere's chagrin, the horse that he had discord with earlier, was the one he was given to ride.
"This is Karma, isn't it?" He grumbled as Chelsea chuckled and others looked on, confused.
Aaron was helping the first time riders and mounted the horse first, showing Gere the proper way to do so. He got off and handed Gere the reins. "This one's an older gelding that'll go easy on ya."
"It's a what?" Gere asked.
"Gelding - a neutered male." Aaron explained.
Gere shuddered, rubbing his crotch.
Solara being the shortest of the guests to ride that day and got a Welsh pony mare. She was pure white except for her grey and pink muzzle. She clumsily got the horse to walk to her brother's side in something of a stagger. "Isn't she beautiful?" she said as the horse walked right past.
"Stop! Arr_ê_t! Halt! Eeek! Where's the brake?" Solara squealed and the guests chuckled as she flapped the reigns in an attempt to get her pony to stop beside Gere.
"Gently pull the reigns and say 'woah!', Miss Golais." The riding instructor shouted from the front of the group.
Solara did so and the pony finally stopped, though several metres in front of Gere.
Chelsea trotted up on a black maned, hazel quarter horse. "You doing OK, Solara?"
"Yeah! This is fun! Even if she doesn't come with a manual." Solara giggled.
"OK, now lean back gently and move your legs forward in the stirrups." Chelsea said.
Solara looked confused, but did so and her pony moved backwards until it was beside Gere's appaloosa.
"Not bad!" The instructor said about Chelsea. "Seems we have a rider here." She gave some final instructions to the group and they were off on an easy afternoon trail ride.
Chelsea kept pace beside Gere near the middle of the group. The scenic trail up the shallow hill was fairly wide and fence lined at the edge - safe for a bunch of city slickers having their first ride.
Solara kept near the back, riding beside Aaron who rode a thoroughbred and trailed the group, keeping a safety position. Jack the Mediterranean miniature donkey was on his other side, carrying supplies such as water, first aid and other trail gear.
"Looks like Jack's a pretty important part of the team?" Solara asked, making conversation.
"That he is! I couldn't do my work without... him... uh..." Aaron's reply trailing off as he looked down at Solara, distracted by her large breasts, bouncing in step with the horse's stride.
Solara looked up at the cowboy on the taller horse and smiled innocently.
Aaron adjusted his hat, looked at the view of the valley below and gave a sigh, "Beautiful day, ain't it?"
"Sure is, cowboy." Solara giggled and trotted up towards her brother's position, giving a sultry over the shoulder glance back at Aaron as she did.
*Hee-haw!* Jack blurted out from beside Aaron.
"Now you hush! She's just a flirtin'. Ain't nothing to it." Aaron said to the donkey, which shook its head in disagreement.
2 - In For A Penny...
"Gall blimey, I'm still stiff!" Gere complained as he filled his plate again with gourmet vegetarian cuisine that neither he or his sister expected from an evening barbecue at a ranch.
Chelsea was nibbling on a large rack of ribs. Despite her dainty 'nibbling' technique, her muzzle and fingers were full of barbecue sauce. "You should have taken an analgesic, sweetie. Solara did and she's doing fine."
"Bah!" He waved dismissively as he sat down at the picnic-style table with a moan. "I'll be fit and fancy tomorrow. Especially since I have a plan to ease the pain."
Gere's aching legs gave him a near authentic cowboy walk. After the ride, he and Chelsea got back in their fancier clothes.
Solara and her affinity for tight clothes that showed off her form, just sanitized her riding gear and squeezed herself back in the designer jeans that were a size too small tucked into fancy boots and a shirt unbuttoned to the point she was nearly bouncing out as she walked. Donning her cowgirl hat, she was ready for the evening and in her mind in the arms of that rustic ranch hand.
The three walked into the saloon and while only a few tables were occupied, one table made Gere's heart flutter. As promised in the tourist brochure, there would be a poker game that night.
"Evening gentlemen, ladies!" Gere said as he tipped his hat to those seated at the table.
"Good evening good sir and ladies!" The dealer said, waving his hand to some empty chairs. "Would be a great privilege to have newcomers join us at our humble table!"
Gere seated Chelsea like any gentleman would. He pulled a chair out for his sister who took it, turned it backwards and sat down straddling it. She popped a toothpick in her mouth and adjusted her hat. Gere shrugged and seated himself and removed his hat.
"Dear sister, would you kindly remove your hat?" He asked.
Solara looked confused, "I'm sorry, is it not polite?" she looked around at the other tables where the men still kept their hats on."
The dealer smiled, "At a gaming table, it's the rule. Keeps people from pullin' a card out of it."
Solara winked, "Gotcha, boss!" and removed her hat.
Gere put some chips down on the table and smiled.
The dealer shuffled the cards, "Ain't nothin' but a friendly game until eight o' clock, pardner."
Gere looked at the clock and cocked his head at the Roman numerals and only twelve of them. The 24-hour clock having been standard on earth for just under two hundred years.
One of the ladies at the table whispered to him, "It's seven-thirty."
"Oh! My bad." Gere said embarrassed. "The name's Gere by the way. Nice to meet you all." His introduction used to cover his embarrassment.
"Duncan!" The dealer said and shook his hand. They made introductions all around.
Chelsea and Solara tried to get the gist of the game in the 30 minutes remaining of 'friendly' poker. Chelsea found it amusing, but nothing to wager on and Solara lost every hand, frustrating her.
As the clock chimed eight, Duncan announced, "OK folks, anyone not having chips, kindly leave the table."
Solara tossed her cards down, "I'm out."
Chelsea rose from the table and kissed Gere, "Go get 'em Honey."
"See you back at the room!" He smiled and pulled out his chips as several others sat down from surrounding tables, descending like vultures.
Chelsea finished her cocktail and placed it on the bar. A well-figured waitress dressed in period clothing was wandering about the floor, delivering drinks and taking orders. Chelsea shook her head and smiled over the way Gere's eyes popped out of his head every time the waitress came to the table. The rate her boyfriend was ordering drinks just to get the waitresses attention, she was sure he'd have to be carried back to their room.
Solara downed her ale and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "Bar tender, where would I find Aaron McKenzie tonight?" Solara asked the bearded, balding man behind the counter.
"I don't know young lady, he's usually in here for supper by now. Maybe he had something extra to do outside." The barkeep replied cordially. "We're short a hand this weekend."
"Let's take a look." Chelsea offered. "If you find him, I'll leave you alone to your wiles." She giggled.
The ladies wandered out to the corral area, but all was silent other than the insect chatter coming from the bushes.
"I can hardly see anything, can you?" Solara asked.
"Actually, I can see quite well." Chelsea replied, her Canisian eye sight served her well in the dark. She had lived in cities for so long, she had forgot how sensitive her eyes could adjust in all but starlight.
"Aaron?" Solara called out while keeping her hand on a fence rail, but there was no answer except the sound of hooves close by.
"Hi Jack!" Chelsea said and giggled as the little donkey poked his head through the fence for a chin scratch. "Have you seen Aaron?" She said casually not expecting an answer. Jack just gave a snort.
"I can't feel any grass down here, or we could bribe him." Solara said jokingly and they both giggled.
"Oh, the poor fellow is probably starved for attention. He's so friendly and Aaron works him pretty hard it seems." Chelsea said as she continued to rub his ears and scratch his mane, which he enjoyed thoroughly.
Solara's curiosity for beasts got the best of her. As she was bending over looking for grass, she reached out to Jack's belly and followed it back between his legs and ran her hand over his balls.
"How can an animal this small be this big?" Solara said with a giggle, fondling his large sack, impressed with the weight of each testicle.
Chelsea looked down to see what Solara was on about. "Solara!" Chelsea whispered in admonishment.
"He doesn't seem to mind." Solara said as she ran the tips of her fingers in a tickling motion over the donkey's fuzzy scrotum, to which Jack moved his rear legs back somewhat and raised his tail. "I wonder when the last time was he got to empty these?"
Chelsea leaned over and placed her hand on Solara's arm, "Honey, a public place like this isn't right to investigate your.... curiosities."
Jack's penis began to drop. Chelsea couldn't help but admire the organ as Solara took it in her hand and in amazement exclaimed, "Holy jeloba fruit, look at the length of this thing!"
Jack soon became fully erect at her touch and gave a flap against his belly. Chelsea watching her friend in half shock, half amusement at the situation, didn't realize the donkey's nose poking under her tail, sniffing as she was leaning over. "Oh!" she exclaimed startled and hopped up and back a few paces.
Jack raised his head and flared his lips.
"Sweetie, he's getting aroused. You better get away from there, he may injure you." Chelsea said, concerned for her friend's safety as she remembered how rough excited studs could get on the ranch in her younger days.
Solara was slowly stroking his penis with her fingers, feeling it get harder at her touch. She looked over her shoulder at Chelsea with a smile and whispered, "Betcha I can make him cum!"
"You really ARE a little pervert!" Chelsea felt herself blush, embarrassed for her friend and her fantasies being played out on this donkey. "You aren't going to let this go, are you?"
Solara was fondling Jack's balls again and gave his engorged flare a gentle kiss. "He seems calm. Just a little... full." She giggled.
Chelsea felt her face flush. She knew from her past experience at a ranch where they did breeding, equines needed a teaser mare and got excited to the point of being violent and could harm any nearby humanoid to get at the mare. But the donkey was being so gentle, she half expected him to drench Solara in pee rather than have an orgasm.
Jack couldn't weigh more than 150Kg, but if he broke the simple wood fence between him and Solara to 'mount' her, he could easily crush her. Chelsea as delicate as she was, still had a Canisian's strength and speed. She wagered she could easily pull him away long enough for her friend to escape, if need be.
Chelsea looked around to assure they were alone. "Solara sweetie, if he gets unruly, run."
"Uh-huh." Solara mumbled, enthralled with the donkey. She had unbuttoned her shirt and was rubbing his penis between her breasts and over her nipples. He dribbled some pre-cum, wetting her fur. She licked his tip, which made Jack give a small thrust.
Solara getting a 'bop in the chin' by that, held his penis aside to her and gently held him behind his flare and gave him a firmer grip farther back. He gave a couple powerful thrusts as she giggled. "Here we go!"
Jack lowered his head with a grunt, his lips flared and breathed heavy, his penis swelling in Solara's hands.
"Oh my gods!" Solara said louder than she should have as Jack gave a couple of louder grunts. The splashing spray of his semen against the ground could be heard, if not seen by her.
Chelsea felt a warm spray on her foot as Jack's quivering excitement made it difficult for Solara to maintain a steady grip.
Solara readjusted her grip on him, getting her hand soaked by the warm, slippery liquid in the process.
Chelsea scrunched her nose at the sensation and instinctively tried to shake it from her foot as Solara giggled in delight and whispered, "Good boy!" His body was now still, except for the flitting of his tail and an audible huffing through his nostrils. She felt Jack rapidly go limp in her hands.
"I bet you feel better now, fella." Solara said gently stroking his belly as he gave a long snort as if a sigh of relief
Solara touched the tip of her tongue to her fingers that had been coated by Jack's powerful orgasm. After sampling the small amount, she slurped off a small mouthful.
She stood up, "Wow, I... I did it!" She wiped her hand dry on her shirt and buttoned it. Smiling gratefully at Chelsea, "Thank you." she whispered with a sigh and nuzzled her affectionately.
Chelsea shook her head with a crooked smile, "You be careful. Had he not been so tame, that slab of muscle on four legs would have probably broken the fence, tried to mount you and killed you!" Chelsea said in admonishment.
Solara looked fearful, then lowered her head, "Sorry."
Chelsea looked at the sad sheep-like girl and gave her kiss on her head, holding her close, "If you're curious about animals, you should ask me first, OK? I don't want to see you get hurt."
Solara gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "I promise."
The girls returned to their room to clean up after their little experience. Chelsea lifted her dress, placed her leg in the old fashioned clawfoot tub and ran some water. She was thankful none got on her ankle length skirt.
"So?" She asked Solara.
"So... what?" Solara replied innocently, washing her hands after removing her shirt.
"Was it what you expected?"
Solara gave a chuckle, "Better. What one reads on the data-net can't compare to the real thing."
Chelsea smiled, thinking of when she was a girl and reading about sex on the data-net. Then after her first experience, it was like comparing simply reading a travel brochure to being at the paradise location in person.
She was massaging some soap in her fur when she felt Solara's hands reach around her from behind and grope her breasts, making Chelsea give a startled gasp, "We have some alone time."
Chelsea smiled, leaned her head back and kissed Solara, "After helping Jack, I bet you need some relief yourself?"
Solara gave her a long kiss and caressed her friend's body, "How ever did you guess?"
Chelsea scrunched her nose and smiled, "You taste like donkey cum." They giggled and Solara brushed her teeth.
Several hours later, Gere returned to the room. He staggered a bit as he turned on the light and noisily dropped an overloaded bag of poker chips on the desk, which spilled open. Turning around he saw the girls cuddled together. His sister under the blankets on her side with her arm around Chelsea, who as usual, lie uncovered on her back as she was always too warm in all seasons but the winter.
Solara snored in a manner she always did after a satisfying round of sex while Chelsea stirred. She saw her boyfriend and smiled, "Hey!"
"Oops, sorry!" Gere apologized and quickly, but clumsily turned out all but one light connected to the switch. "Didn't mean to wake you."
"It's OK." Chelsea said and reached out to him.
He knelt beside the bed and gave her a kiss."
"Did you have fun?" She whispered.
"Oh yeah! Cleaned house." He smiled proudly and nodded his head.
"Smells like you cleaned out the bar, too." Chelsea giggled.
Gere covered his mouth, "I'll go brush my teeth."
"It's OK, honey." Chelsea said lovingly, stroking his chin. "We're here to relax."
Gere looked at the bed and how they were sleeping, "Looks like you two had some good alone time?" He kissed her hand and held it. "You want I sleep on the floor?"
He and his sister sharing Chelsea as a common girlfriend and lover, they usually all slept in one bed with Chelsea in the middle, but the way the girls lay, Chelsea was on the edge and there was no other bed in the room.
"You know I won't have that." She raised an eyebrow with a smile. If you're uncomfortable beside your sister, I'll get up and switch to the middle.
He waved his hand dismissively, "Bah!" He crawled in on the other side.
3 - Firelight Romance
Morning came far too soon. Birds chirped happily outside as the morning sun beamed in their east facing window.
Gere grumbled and opened his eyes to see Chelsea standing nude in front of the window in all her beauty as if posing for a professional photographer, holding open the curtains exclaiming, "What a beautiful sunrise!"
If it was Solara doing that, a string of expletives would have left his mouth. Yet his heart glowed at the scene before him. "Not as beautiful as the vixen admiring it," the awestruck Pegasiian replied romantically.
Chelsea turned gracefully with an over the shoulder glance and smiled coyly.
Gere pulled back the blankets, revealing an erection that made Chelsea giggle and saunter over to his side of the bed, exaggeratedly swaggering her hips as she did.
"Looks to me like the cowboy needs some company after his long ride on the trail." She whispered as she ran her perfectly manicured claws gently up his scrotum and penis while kissing him.
"You sure know how to welcome a stranger to town, ma'am." He said as he ran the back of his hand over her chin, down her neck to her chest and over her breasts, making her tiny nipples protrude from her soft fur.
Chelsea straddled Gere and gently set herself down on his hardness. She wasn't fully wet, giving Gere the sensation of penetrating her as if for her first time as she stopped, then settled on him a little more and slowed again before taking his full length.
He leaned upward to suckle her breast as she moaned quietly and began to gently ride him while rubbing her other breast with one hand, while holding on to his shoulder with the other.
Her breathing turned to panting as she thrust her hips faster and Gere gave a moan. Throwing her arms around his neck and clamping her mouth on his in a passionate kiss, her hips gave several rapid quivers as she came. Her muffled yips of pleasure were overpowered by a moan from him as she felt his muscles tense and his shaft pulse rhythmically inside her.
They both maintained their kiss as their bodies stilled, enjoying the warm sensation of their heavy breath on each other's faces. In a few moments, Gere lay back on his pillow, eyes closed and gave a deep sigh as Chelsea leaned back, head toward the ceiling, still panting.
Gere gave a gasp as Chelsea's hips gave a final quiver and she enjoyed one final climax. With a sigh of relief, Chelsea opened her eyes and looked with a huge smile at Gere, "Good morning!" They intertwined fingers as she leaned over and they stared into each other's eyes.
Chelsea gently raised up off of Gere, giggling as she felt him fall out. They cuddled for a while before she got up, "I'm starving after that." She said and kissed her boyfriend on his sift, goat-like nose. "You sleep as long as you want." She whispered and went in the washroom for her morning shower.
Gere gave a satisfied sigh and nestled comfortably into position on his back with his hands behind his head under the pillow. "Don't pretend you're asleep. You never miss a free show." He mumbled to his sister curled in a ball under the blankets beside him.
The blankets stirred and she poked her muzzle out, sticking her tongue out at him and went back under the covers.
Two hours later they awoke from the racket going on outside their window. Today was the mini rodeo and the participants were getting in some practise.
Both Solara and Gere grumbled as they gave up sleep. Solara sat up on the side of the bed, her hair completely dishevelled. "So, did you meet up behind the barn with the cowpoke?" Gere chuckled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Not exactly." His sister replied annoyed at a question so early.
She got up and looked at the desk, "Holy sheezits, did you win all that?"
"No, I stole it." Gere laughed. He patted his chest proudly and bore a beaming grin as he leaned up on the pillow. "Of course, little sister of mine! I am a Pegasiian, after all!"
"Can I go souvenir shopping?" She looked hopefully holding up two chips, then with pleading eyes, held up a third, each worth a hundred New Euro's each.
"Of course!" Gere smiled. "But you have to cash them in at the front desk first, or the saloon."
"Thank you!" She squealed and sneakily grabbed two more from the desk as she was bouncing in glee. As she ran over to kiss her brother on the cheek in appreciation, Gere just as stealthily lifted three of the chips from his sister.
"A hundred saved is a hundred earned!" He chuckled as she ran off for the shower.
After lunch, the group met up for the rodeo.
"You gypped me!" Solara accused him as they sat down in the bleachers.
"You're a thief!" Gere shot back with a raspberry.
"Here you all are!" Chelsea said cheerfully. "You missed a wonderful tour this morning of what they do here. Sheep shearing, cattle herding...."
"Taking guests to the cleaners..." Gere interrupted and showed his girlfriend a pile of money from his cashed in chips.
Chelsea rolled her eyes, "You are SUCH a Pegasiian!" She chuckled and gave him an affectionate nuzzle.
It was standard rodeo fare that the ranch had, but being smaller, it was more personal with the crowd who got a good close up show not unlike being 'on the 50-yard-line' at a United North American Football League game.
Solara who had a deep interest in such was exhilarated. Chelsea was thrilled with the skills displayed and got a twinge of homesickness for the Yukon. Gere was amazed that no one had been killed yet.
The last event was the bull riding. Competitors used the private rodeo to brush up on their skills for other competitions while some brave locals did it for fun.
Aaron got the 'short straw' of the clown this year. He was always a top-three contender in this event, but a staff shortage meant his experience was best used keeping tossed riders out of harms way.
Good fortune favoured the riders this year as nothing more than bruises and scrapes occured by the time of the last ride. The last rider however got slammed into the fence by the bull and thrown over the rail. A couple of guests caught him as he fell and a dislocated knee on the rider was quickly remedied by the medical staff.
Aaron got a good slam in the gut by the bull before two horsemen were able to distract it and corral it into the chute to get it back under control.
Solara gave a gasp, but Aaron got up and with a thumbs up to a cheering crowd. He hopped the fence and out of sight.
That night, the ranch held a bonfire. It was a distance from the ranch in a cleared desert area, so not to pose a safety risk, which made it a five minute walk from the ranch itself. Everyone brought a large blanket to sit on or wrap themselves in as the night progressed.
It was late. They lit the fire at around 10PM by ranch time. There was a traditional wiener and marshmallow roast and as Gere got an idea, portabella mushroom roast.
Many of the early rising guests didn't attend, opting for sleep and a sunrise ride the next morning. Gere and Solara being late risers, were happily chatting about the day's events. Chelsea kept yawning and nodding off on Gere's shoulder.
Gere roasted a wiener and ran it in front of her muzzle. Her nose twitched and eyes popped open. "I roasted one of these carnivore sticks just for you, sweetie."
Chelsea smiled and took it, "So kind of you." She nibbled it down and soon after, layed on her side, snuggled her head on Gere's leg as he sat cross-legged and fell fast asleep.
"She's such a cutie." Solara whispered as she watched Chelsea sleep.
Gere nodded and stroked Chelsea's long hair. He looked up at the guests to see if anyone else nodded off and there actually was one other sitting by the fire holding his knees up, head on them and cowboy hat turned downward. "Hey, I think someone could use some company." Gere winked to Solara.
She got up and slowly walked over. "Hi." Solara stood by Aaron and whispered quietly and shyly, not wanting to wake him if he were asleep.
The cowboy stirred. His head came up to see Solara standing in the flickering firelight. She had a warm smile and stood a little nervously with her hands behind her back and slightly twisting herself from side to side.
He tipped his hat, "Evening Miss Golais. Care to sit a spell?"
Solara's smile widened as she sat down beside him. "It's a beautiful night."
"It sure is." Aaron replied. All again was quiet for a few minutes.
"How are you feeling after that hit this afternoon?" She asked, concerned.
Aaron stretched out and leaned back. With a smile he said, "Tough cowboys never let little things like that bother them." He paused and smiled at her, "But me, it hurt like hell." He chuckled at the self deprecating joke and added, "I'll be fine, really. Thanks for asking though."
"You're very brave." Solara said as a subtle advance.
Aaron looked sideways at her a moment and smiled. Turning to her and saying with the hope of reading her right, "Pretty cowgirls make it easy for us, if I may say so."
Solara's smile widened as she placed her hand gently on his, "You may say so, handsome cowboy."
Aaron looked into her large, sparkling alien eyes and felt a warm rush he hadn't for a long time. He subtly leaned closer and looked for any withdraw reaction from Solara. She leaned forward slowly as well. In a magical moment, their lips touched and the fire, the guests and the world seemed to disappear.
They had no idea how much time had passed, nor did they care. The next thing they knew was Solara was laying across Aaron's lap, cradled in his arms as they broke their kiss that who knows how long had lasted. The fact there were only a few voices left around a dying fire didn't register immediately.
They looked up, as in a lucid dream to see Duncan helping Gere pick a sleeping Chelsea up in his arms and walk off, looking back with a smile. They looked around and found themselves alone.
Aaron gently stroked Solara's hair, then along her sheep-like face which was smiling up at him. She was running her fingers across his rough face, covered with growth. To her, it was wild, rugged strength.
Solara opened a button on her shirt, "Don't be shy." She whispered.
Aaron gently ran his hand over her breast, which due to their size, sagged to the sides. Solara inhaled deeply and exhaled a breathed "Yessss" to his touch. He unbuttoned her shirt all the way, to which she opened the material, exposing herself fully to him.
He ran his hand across the curly furred skin of her bosom, over the bare and exceedingly soft, large areola to the hardness of her large nipple. Solara squeezed his hand against her and gave a lustful sigh.
"You are so soft, so... so..." Aaron said at a loss for words.
"Different?" Solara finished for him.
He nodded, "Very pleasingly so."
She giggled and pulled his head towards her as they kissed again, more passionately.
As they kissed, Aaron felt Solara move his hand lower, over her jeans to the warmth of her crotch as she spread her legs. Aaron felt her plump pussy through her soft designer jeans, slipping a finger gently in her pronounced camel toe.
As their lips were locked, she moaned and gasped. He increased the pressure of his finger only slightly, not knowing how sensitive her species was to touch.
His judgement was spot on as Solara gave a squeak and panted, her hips quivering with pleasure. One hand was behind Aaron's head, pulling his lips to hers, the other pressing on his hand in her crotch as she came vigorously.
"Oh gods!" She exclaimed as she broke from the kiss and breathed heavily. She put both hands over Aaron's hand between her legs. He could feel her wetness through her jeans as she lay panting in his lap, catching her breath.
A few moments later, she ran a hand up his muscled arm and whispered, "I want you inside me."
He smiled as the hand on her crotch reached up and unbuttoned her pants. He felt her thinning fur in her pubic area as she giggled out loud, "I'm ticklish", and wrestled her tight jeans down off her full hips.
Aaron looked amazed at her body, pants around her knees. Her dark, curly fur was soft and manicured as a sheep prepared for a competition. She rolled off his lap on her elbows and knees and gave a sultry glance that she was ready to receive him.
He stood up and removed his shirt. Solara gave a 'murr' at his physique that made him smile. He lowered his pants to reveal a long erection, more endowed than she expected. "Oooo, Mister Stallion!" She remarked as he pulled his pants off over his boots. Aaron gave a 'nicker' that made her giggle attractively.
He positioned himself behind her and stroked her hips. "You have a tail?" He said surprised and ran his hand over it, feeling the longer, curly fur that covered it, making it look not unlike a sheep's tail.
"All of my people do." She replied and flitted her tail. "You like?"
"You... you have no idea!" He said as he examined her uniqueness, his first experience with an off world being and the most exotic experience he has had so far.
Caressing her ass and running his fingers over her plump, wetted lips from behind, she moaned in pleasure at the fondling. Leaning over, he rubbed his face in her short, curly fur, kissing her soft buttocks, taking in the the erotic sensation and scents of her.
He straightened up behind her and pulled at her hips with his powerful hands. She felt his large glans press to her tiny opening and gently push in. She gasped and pressed back against him, forcing his length in her as deep as she could.
Solara looked behind and saw his eyes closed with an expression of pure ecstasy. "Such a sweet little ewe." He whispered, not knowing she heard.
Solara giggled and gave a quiet bleat, "Baa-aa-aa." Feeling she'd play to his comment and perhaps his fantasy.
Aaron gripped her hips more firmly and began to thrust against her like a stallion riding a mare in heat. Shivers of muted pain and great pleasure ran through her body as she came so hard, she struggled to keep from screaming out. Biting her lower lip, she grunted like a boar mating with a sow as she felt his balls slapping against the back of her thighs.
She felt a sharp pressure for a moment as he came inside her moaning with a flood of pent-up pressure. Her own muscles tightened, causing an outflow of their intermixed juices.
Aaron's orgasm intensifying again as he watched her jiggling buttocks suddenly tighten and her tail flit straight up as her vagina gripped him tightly. He felt a warmth run down over his balls and legs. 'She comes like a mare!' he thought to himself and his mind was lost in pure carnal pleasure with Solara.
His mind coming back to reality, Aaron leaned over Solara as they both panted and felt their hearts pound. He felt himself slip out of her as she slowly laid down prone, her arms up beside her head that was turned to the side.
He laid down over top of her, covering her. Kissing her neck and nuzzling her soft hair and ear. She was looking back at him with one glistening eye that he couldn't read, huffing and puffing.
He moved off to her side and lay on his side, propped up by his elbow. He ran his fingers through the fur down her back, over her rear caressingly and up again, "Are you OK?"
She gave a chuckle and blinked, "I have never been better." She smiled.
He placed his hand over the back of hers and they intertwined fingers. His hand was easily three times the size of hers and was as calloused and rugged as hers were soft and delicate. They kissed and nuzzled in the light of the last vestiges of the flames.
Aaron sat on his blanket, still wearing nothing but his hat and boots. On his lap and in his arms, Solara had dressed and wrapped herself in the blanket as they watched the hypnotic dance of glowing embers. Solara gave a shiver.
"Getting cold little lady?" He asked and cuddled her tighter.
"Pegasi is a warm place." She replied and pressed her face to his, her long eyelashes tickling pleasantly on his cheeks. "Warm nights and warmer days."
"Sounds like a beautiful place." He said and kissed her soft nose gently.
He stood and effortlessly picked her up in his arms. "We should get you back before you get cold, then."
Solara giggled, "You might want to get dressed, first."
Aaron raised his eyebrows and blushed, "I guess you're right at that!". He gently put her down, dressed and covered the remaining embers with sand before they made the trek back to the ranch, hand in hand and taking their time.
4 - Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Aaron woke up from what he thought was a most spectacular dream. Then he noticed his 'dream' was curled up right there in his arms. His heart fluttered.
Solara was sleeping soundly. Her dark brown hair that matched her eyes was somewhat disheveled and her floppy ears gave a flutter with his movement. Her nostrils twitched ever so slightly with her breath. She was the most beautiful thing to him right now and was saddened at the thought of her having to leave.
He had never seen an alien close up before that weekend. Her brother reminded him of a tall goat and her a chubby little ewe. Chelsea reminded him of the local native tales of spirit creatures. Until he spent some time with them on that first day's afternoon ride, it was like the three of them weren't even real.
And here was one sharing his bed.
"Maybe I am still dreaming?" He asked himself as she stirred.
"Good morning!" Solara said to the handsome fellow lying beside her, watching her sleep.
"Mornin'." He replied quietly in his deep voice that sent an exotic flutter through Solara. He kissed her and the sparks in their souls returned.
"It wasn't a dream!" She said to herself, eyes rolling with a smile as she sighed.
Aaron was elated that the feeling was mutual between them.
"Would you like some breakfast?" He asked, willing to bring it to her in his bed.
"Eventually." She smiled and nuzzled into his chest. "I hope I didn't make you late for your shift."
He gave a chuckle, "Naw, it's Sunday. The day the part time youngin's take over the work."
Solara smiled, "And it gave that poor donkey you work to death a break."
"Wha, who me?" Aaron laughed out loud and rolled over on his back. "Jack's my best friend. Most men have a dog as 'man's best friend', I have Jack. Follows me around like a puppy."
She lightly smacked his arm, "But you load him down so. He's just a little guy."
"And he'll let me know if I forget something, too. He's smarter than a dog and sometimes thinks he's a cowboy."
Solara laughed, "Where did you find him anyway? I don't see any other donkeys here?"
Aaron's expression got a little more serious, "That's a tale of a rescue. Not sure if you'd want to hear it."
She looked at him with an understanding expression, "Why does it not surprise me you're a hero?" She kissed him gently, "Tell me?"
He smiled and placed his hand on her cheek, "Well, Jack belonged to a neighbour. He's retired and bought a hobby ranch to breed rare equines. Doing good work too, but it turned out that Jack is something called a 'humanophile'."
"A humanophile?" She repeated, curious.
"Yep!" He nodded. "That's an animal that isn't attracted to their own kind, but humans."
"Seriously?" Solara said, amused. "How did you find that out?"
Aaron rubbed his face with an embarrassed smile, "Without going into the sordid details, he was sort of caught in a... ummm... romantic situation with a woman."
She gasped, "Didn't he crush her, or skewer her or something?"
"Oh, no, no. It ain't like that" He chuckled. "Like I said, Jack's smart. He also knows his... ummm... love interests are rather delicate creatures. He wouldn't treat 'em like a stallion mounting a mare. He takes a more... passive approach."
"Oh my gods!" Solara said thoughtfully. "That's why he was so gentle."
"Oh?" Aaron said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow and suspicious smile.
Solara realized what she had said. Her face looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar and she felt her heart skip a beat or two. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
He rolled on his back and put his arm around her. With his other hand, he stroked her reassuringly. "Y'know, when I was finishing up in the barn last night, Jack wandered in. That ain't like him. He hates being confined in a box. The open pole barn is where he likes to feed and sleep. I was concerned at first, but he come and rested his head on me and in his eyes was the most satisfied, dreamy expression a fella can have." He kissed her on the nose, "Kinda like me last night."
Solara looked up with 'puppy dog' eyes as he continued, "Whatever happened, he fully enjoyed it and just wanted to share that with me. And as my best friend, what makes him happy, makes me happy."
It was nine in the morning when the sunrise ride returned. A breakfast picnic by the lakeside was a wonderful way for those riders who braved the early hours to start the day. The guests had to check out by 11 and they had some time for a final appreciation of the place.
Gere was getting pretty decent at riding and after finding his girlfriend's pleasure in it, was no longer a chore to be tolerated, but a shared moment. He still didn't like it, but would happily ride with her again.
As they approached the stable, they saw Jack in the corral, galloping around like a young colt. He was playing with what appeared to be a large beach ball, head butting it and manoeuvring it with his front legs like a clumsy soccer player with four feet. Around the corral fence were the guests that remained behind, as well as some staff, laughing and fully entertained.
"That's Solara!" Chelsea exclaimed and had her horse trot over off the path to the stable for a better view. Gere followed at a slower pace.
As they came into view of the whole corral, there was Solara in there with Jack, laughing and pushing the ball back to him as it rolled her way. She gave the ball a kick and as it bounced, Jack's head followed it and he hopped with each bounce, not unlike a dog playing ball with his master. Aaron was behind her, guiding her how to play with the donkey. She waved and bounced happily on seeing Chelsea and her brother approach.
"How was the ride?" She said happily, running up to the fence, huffing and puffing from playing.
"Great!" Chelsea replied.
"I didn't know they did that?" Gere said pointing to the donkey and now Aaron playing with the ball.
"I didn't either!" Solara squealed cheerfully. "He's just a big puppy dog."
Aaron came up to Solara from behind and with one smooth swoop, picked her up in one arm as she gave a squeal and threw her arms around his neck, looking at him with an expression of complete hero worship. "This little lady and Jack have got on famously."
Chelsea nearly choked and Solara glared at her.
"I'm going to buy Solara breakfast. If you all are still hungry and want a mid-morning nibble, come join us! On me." He smiled and put her down gently, leaning over and kissing her as she continued to stare at him in infatuation.
The four were finishing breakfast. Gere and Chelsea both choked down the last few bites as best they could, feeling like a 'fifth wheel' as Solara and Aaron basically made googly-eyes at each other the whole time.
"I'll be back in time to help you with your bags." Aaron said and gave her a kiss. "I have to be polite and wish the other guests a safe trip." He got up and left the table, tipping his hat to Gere and Chelsea.
Solara looked as if she was in la-la-land as Gere spoke up, "Guess you can cross that one off your 'bucket list'?"
"Huh?" She looked at him blankly as if coming out of a dream.
"A roll in the hay with a cowboy." Gere winked.
"Oh, leave the poor girl alone." Chelsea chided him, giving him a pat on his shoulder.
Gere waved his hand dismissively, "She's been desiring this since before we came to earth and she saw a programme on the Calgary Stampede. Why do you think she's always in the western getup when we go clubbing? At least this time, the cowboy wasn't gay."
Chelsea chuckled at that. Last time they did take a holiday together, they went to a night club and Solara got to dance with a fellow dressed as a cowboy. To her chagrin, she found out the cowboy was more cowboi. Strike out that night!
"You two are NEVER going to let me live that one down, are you?" Solara glared at them.
They gave innocent looks, then shook their head.
"Auch!" She said rolling her eyes, tossing her napkin in her plate and leaving the table.
"Sometimes I wonder if we tease her too much?" Chelsea asked Gere.
"Meh, she'll let you know when she's had enough." He patted her hand reassuringly. "C'mon, let's get packed up."
Packed up with their gear, most of the guests walked down the trail to meet their various tour buses. Some were going on with their exploration of this history, others, like Gere, Chelsea and Solara, had to return to the cities.
I say most of the guests walked, as to Aaron's surprise, Jack insisted Solara let her ride him down the trail.
"You're somethin' special! I've never seen Jack sit down and try to shove someone on his back before, like that." Aaron mused.
Solara held on to his mane tightly as he walked very slow, sensing she had never ridden bareback before. She just smiled.
As the guests boarded their buses, Solara and Aaron shared one last, long kiss.
"I don't know what to say? I'm gonna miss the heck out of you." He said sincerely as he held her by the waist..
Tears welled up in her eyes, "I'll be back. I promise."
"I'll be here." He said as they kissed a final time before her bus driver gave a couple quick honks.
Solara boarded in tears. The bus slowly pulled away. She waved through the window until they were out of sight.
Aaron and Jack just stood there in silence, looking down the now silent road.
Jack eventually let out a long, mournful bray.
"You said it, little buddy." Aaron replied and rubbed the donkey's back.
They turned and began to walk up the trail. "I feel a country song coming on. How 'bout you?"
Jack gave him a nuzzle and nodded his head.