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I left the house with Aden. I had a feeling by the sounds and such from the room next door that Bruce and John were "having some words." Well, in bovine that's what they'd call it. In human it was a bondage fest.

I walked closely next to Aden, aware that he was still pissed about what Bruce had done. I didn't blame him at all, I was pissed. What I was glad about what that John "took the bull by the horns." If there is one thing I despised it was drama. I know that's probably rare in a leader, but for me, par for the course.

We got to Aden's dad's place about an hour later, having talked about the herd, the current dynamic, and of all things, whether or not I should join the football team. I know I've said it before, but I don't like being hit for fun. Aden had a lot of "pro" arguments on his side, such as fun, the ability to run away from people hitting me as a receiver, and the possibility of my rising popularity. Of course I had plenty of cons, such as, being hit, being hit, more being hit, broken bones, internal bleeding, and wonton suffering.

He just gave me a big equine sigh at that.

The door opened, and it looked like the house was nearing completion. Nice hardwood floors (or laminate?) met our feet / hooves. The painters were just leaving, a nice soft gray colored the walls.Some new pieces of furniture took up the space.

"Hi son!" Came the call from the kitchen. How Lucas ever knew it was his son or not I couldn't guess, but it was probably from the sound of approaching hooves.

"Dad, Dex is here. He's going to stay a while, is that ok?"

The huge black almost draft horse equine father turned the corner. The sight of him greatly raised my spirits. If there was one great thing I had done, is to give Aden his dad back.

"Hi Dex" he said gently leaning down to give me a hug. I raised my brows at that but said nothing. "So, any problems at school?"

We both shook our head. We'd agreed to keep Bruce's issues off the table for now with Luc. Besides, those issues were now firmly John's issues.

He nodded. "Glad to hear the herd is turning out fine, I knew you'd be a good Stallion. Who would have thought, middling height human as a Stallion, well, stranger things..."

He turned to go back into the den. I kept the surprise out of my face, but followed Aden upstairs.

**

This advanced calculus stuff blows. I'm just doing my homework. After Bruce had left, I had to try to buckle down and at least get some of my homework done. I was always glad that in college some of the professors were a little more lax about it, but still, math is one of those subjects that you just can't screw up.

Bruce left a bit of a changed bull. He was a little subdued, and when Mom and Dad came pulling into the drive, it was with a weak "Mr, Mrs, Kingsburry" that he ducked his head at them. My thoughts kept returning to the bull. He had such a strong heart, and gave everything he had. We had talked for an hour or so after. It turns out he was jealous of Dex's power over me. Once I showed him I had power over him, that jealousy melted away. So did his concern for Aden.

Maybe they could be friends again. I smiled at the good deed I had done.

**

"....so....I think the only really big problems we have right now to the herd is Cory."

I nodded at Aden. It was making sense. That whole Fur-Hate thing. People taking jobs from others was starting to bleed through to the school, but hopefully it wouldn't be too big of a problem.

That's when my thoughts took a different turn. I had been staring off, and thinking about this when I suddenly felt the arms around my shoulders and felt the hot breath of Aden as he leaned in for a kiss. I hungrily returned it. For once, there were no barriers between us. This was as full on equals. I felt his raspy tongue in my mouth and let him feel mine as well. It was a passionate kiss, that we both reluctantly broke.

For a second,

I was going to protest that we not do anything more as there was a lot to think about, when Aden pulled his shirt off and leaned in for another kiss. I melted against him. His sweet breath filled my nostrils, and his hands roamed over me. It wasn't long until I lost my shirt as well, only momentarily breaking the kiss.

My hand was on his thigh as it felt up to his crotch. I could feel the incredible heat from the thick bulge there and felt his testicles inside the thick denim. He always went commando. People had stopped commenting on it, and he had taken it in stride.

I was achingly hard for my now stallion. He'd grown so much, and in such a short amount of time. Now he wasn't a brash, and boastful and awkward colt, he was turning into the black sleek stallion I had seen he could be, prideful, but rightly so, and so confident and caring.

His thick fingers groped me hard. I felt him break the kiss as he held me tight, his breath steaming down the soft down blond hairs in my back. I felt him bite my shoulder a little and it made me moan a bit.

His thick hooved fingers had a little bit of trouble with the button on my pants, and he cursed savagely as he undid my button fly. I just chuckled as I reached over, undid his zipper fly, reached in, and tugged against his now very quickly thickening equine cock.

His eye caught mine....we both stared at each other, his hand on my leaking cock, with mine on his.

We just stared at each other, knowing what was in each others heart, but not daring enough to speak it aloud. Soon we both lost our pants.

I felt the now familiar rasp of his tongue on my ass cheeks. I flexed them a little, letting him know I was enjoying the attention.

Oh God, do I really get to do this again?

It was the only thought in my brain. I had imagined this scenario for a long time, but to live it not once, but twice was special. I only hoped I could do this more.

Suddenly his tongue slipped past the lips of my hole. I shuddered. He'd already been in me once, and my toys (carefully hidden in my chest) had kept me in a state where I could now take him easily). His tongue was magic, and it was all I could do to vocalize my pleasure in moans.

**

He tasted so sweet, so soft, and such a good Stallion. He deserved everything I could give him. When he had stared off into the distance, thinking of nothing but the herd? I began to leak badly in my jeans. This was a Stallion's Stallion. Both with the capital "S." His thought always on the herd, and their care. How could I not give him what I knew he wanted.

His body language around me always spoke the words he would never say aloud. That he loved it when I had topped him. He craved it. I could almost smell it on him, that need. I'd smelled it on Mares before (and a few women) but not on him.

Our kiss had been electric. I drove to give him as much as I had in my heart, without scaring him. If I spoke too soon it would break anything we had, and I desperately didn't want that!

Soon he was moaning, loud enough I know my Dad would hear, but I also knew my Dad would not care. I would also bet you a twenty he'd be rooting at the door himself for his leader. He's that kind of a guy now.

I pulled off of him panting heavily as I did so. His scent was aromatic, and so delicious. I couldn't help as I bit gently with my thick equine teeth on his very thick taint. He was large for a human. I was very lucky to have that, I know.

Soon I had crawled up to him, he was laying on his stomach on my very new bed. And comforter. It was time it got broken in! I nickerd in his ear gently, letting my tongue tickle the light blond fuzz of his hair and soft ear.

"Ready?

It was just a whisper.

I read his body language. Tense, but very hungry. I smiled to myself inside. I knew what he wanted. He wanted it a little rough, not too much, I didn't want to break him.

I shoved in a good six inches or so of my length. He moaned deeply. If Dad hadn't heard before, he sure as hell did now!

He panted heavily for a few seconds, his muscular lithe back arching up to meet my now sweating chest. I snorted lightly. He felt so warm around my flare and shaft. I had to hold back so much. Maybe someday I wouldn't, but for now....I did.

"More...."

Was the pleading whisper. My Stallion asks, I reply back with action. That's how it is.

I drove myself in a few more inches to the exquisite sound of his cry, and the shudder in his skin. He was sweating now. I nickered again at him and bit his neck lightly, licking the nape of his neck. His sweat a little salty to my tongue.

I was now at my medial ring, and it was not something to laugh at. Before I had slipped a little inside, but not since. I knew he was ready by his body language. He may have been reading up on equine behavior, and I took my Stallion's lead and read up on human. Two could play that game, and this was one game I wanted to keep playing.

Without much more than a wiggle of my hips I pressed slowly into him, the medial ring going in slowly. He cried out sharply, but then his moans were deeper. Almost bass like.

"Enough.....right there.....enough...." he panted.

I nodded to myself. Not bad. Well over the biggest human cock, but well, he'd get there in time.

I gave him a minute or two of him relaxing. I slowly began to thrust into him as his breathing returned to a less frantic rate. Soon I found the thrusting, and our breath were matching pace. If there is one thing an equine horse loves to do, it's match paces.

He's push back just as I'd thrust forward. His breath would go in, as would mine. We worked up to what could be considered a trot if this wasn't sex, and just a stroll around a park pulling a carriage.

I had to toss my mane at that. Sweat dripped off my long nose onto his back. I fingered the pool of equine sweat into his lower back with one hand, reveling in the differences in our bodies.

Soon though, each ride must come to an end. He was on his knees a bit as we slowly shifted position. I found myself driving into him a little more with each thrust. I wouldn't be able to go to the hilt, but he sure took me like a champ. His hands were firmly on the bed, I could smell his cum was mixing with his pre. If I was lucky, and able I'd be able to make him cum without any intervention on his part.

My thrusts grew longer as I pulled out as much as I dared, and slammed home as far as I was able. His cries were guttural at this point and nonsensical. The only words I could make out were "yes, fuck, mine."

I grinned at that one and nodded snorting each time he said it. At heart I knew....I knew.

Finally without warning I felt his ass clamp down on mine and quiver for a second. My medial ring was firmly trapped inside of him. His cry brought me to my edge, and then finally over. I didn't hold back. Fuck it. Fuck anyone hearing, I wanted everyone to hear! This was not just my leader, my friend, my Stallion, this was my mate.

I felt my cock unload into him. My equine cry was very loud. After a time I collapsed on top of him. I chuckled. I couldn't help it. Sex did that to me sometimes, or at least orgasm. This is the first time I've chuckled in front of someone.

I found him laughing under me.

"What?" I asked indignantly, not pulling out of him.

"I need that....for your ringtone."

I slapped his ass and snorted, then laid back down chuckling again.

**

I heard the two upstairs as I watched the evening news of the increasing riots. How could I not? I knew what type of relationship my son was getting into, I only hoped he knew as well. I kept the news as loud as I could without drowning everything out. I did have to shift a time or two as the thought made me a little hard. My son? Mate to a Stallion? And not just any Stallion but the Herd Stallion? My ancestors would be proud.

When I heard the huge cry followed by the loud whinny of my son, I just raised my glass of red wine high in a salute. Too you both! I thought, taking a slight sip. It's good for the heart.

**