Companions Chapter 03: First Time

Story by Evoquus on SoFurry

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[Companions Chapter 03]

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WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, then you must stop reading now. The author has taken steps to ensure that this story does not appear in any subject-inappropriate or age-inapropriate forum. This version has been posted with the author's permission to Yiffstar.com.

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* _COMPANIONS_

* by Evoquus

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* (c) Copyright 2002, Evoquus, All rights reserved.

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Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex: M/M, Human-Stallion, Anal, Oral, Rimming

Chapter 03: First Time

Our fleeting moment of intimacy outside, poisoned this once sacred place, and I was curious to witness his reaction. He looked around, agitated, scrutinizing everything in sight, comparing it to the video tape in his head. The smells were familiar - that was good, but the lighting wasn't quite right, that was bad, but probably could be dismissed. Then a shovel in the corner caught his attention. Had that always been there before? He could not remember. Was anything else unfamiliar? Was anything missing? He could not tell. Instead of being be a warm and inviting love nest, there was only confusion and despair.

"This place... doesn't feel right anymore," he said, anxiously.

"Are you sure this is where The First Time would have taken place?"

"Yes, there is no doubt that this was the right place, but now, that is gone. Destiny has changed it already."

"Destiny didn't change it, WE did, you and I. Yes, it was mostly my doing, but it took both of us to participate. The First Time occurred outside. It was short and sweet, and not particularly beautiful, but now its over and time to move on. You know what I'm really looking forward to, my Companion? The Second Time!"

He looked at me but didn't say a word. His fitful tail telegraphed all. I got up, put one arm around his neck and rubbed his muscled chest with the other. I pressed my face into his shoulder and lovingly whispered, "It's just you and me, now, my Little Red Pony." That phrase suited him perfectly. It could indeed be nothing but a tribute to him. He settled down almost immediately and returned my hug by pressing his chin into my back. It was a wonderfully warm and tender moment. He raised a forearm and pressed into my thigh, which was the most a horse could do to hug a man. He let out a big sigh and another gentle whicker. We held each other this way, gently hugging and caressing, for what could have been minutes or hours. Neither of us wanted to let go. It was the best way to heal the wounds we had inflicted upon one another.

I brought my hands under his chin, then lifted his mouth and pressed my lips to his. Whether being coy or simply enjoying my attention, he did not make any move on his own, preferring instead, to let me do the exploring. That was fine with me, there was so much to explore. Running my tongue gently back and forth where his lips met, I coaxed the jaw open, and his tongue emerged, like a clam testing the water, just far enough to make contact. It swirled and played with my own, and tasted faintly of the grass that flourished outside, not an unpleasant taste in the least. His tongue then beckoned mine to come inside, which it did eagerly, exploring the cavern in the dark. His lips gently clamped down, allowing him to suckle while his tongue swathed and bathed my own. It had such a remarkable agility. Our tongues were like children playing tag, hide-and-seek, engaging in mock sword fights, and finally settling down, embracing as lovers do. This was another moment that I wished would never end.

I reluctantly pulled out, but still held his face close to mine. His eyes were watery. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Never more so."

"Do you need a tissue?"

"No, thank you."

"What's next on the menu, then?" I asked.

"Why don't you surprise me."

"That's the spirit!" I said. "Now this truly will be an adventure for both of us."

I slowly strolled around him, dragging the fingers of my left hand along his coat, admiring his spectacular body, like the new owner of an exotic Italian sports car. It was odd, perhaps a little disappointing that he was not hard, not even showing. I, on the other hand, was about to explode, but putting off my sexual release was easy. There was so much here yet to taste. As I approached his back side, he raised his tail for me. What a beautiful dimple he had. It complemented his large and full testicles that hung low and heavy, below. I would be visiting them again soon, but for now, my fingers dragged across his anus, causing a barely perceptible twitch. I didn't linger there, and instead continued my sojourn. I had managed to stroll entirely around him, taking in the entire menu. What a smorgasbord he was! I looked him in the eye again, wondering if I could surprise him. He gave no clue as to what he expected. Okay. Two can play this game. I turned and switched hands, now dragging my right. Again, as I reached his ass, he lifted his tail out of the way. That was enough for me. Without warning, I buried my face between those hard luscious mounds of muscle and sunk my tongue deep into his unsuspecting hole.

SURPRISE!

He whinnied and jumped, but then quickly regained control, suppressing every instinct to kick me in the nuts. His breathing came in huge and quick heaves, while my tongue stabbed and licked and fucked the opposite end. His ass - that fantastic horse's ass - was pungent, sweet, and utterly delectable. I cleaned the inside of him the deepest my tongue could reach, swallowing the few bits of shit I could dislodge, circling in and out, loosening him up, lathering him up, riling him up. I sensed it took all of his might to keep from emptying his bowels right there. The initial panic of the moment soon gave way to his lust. His breathing, though heavy, became measured and controlled. He did not speak to me, but I could easily imagined he was saying to himself, "Ohhhhh, yes, yes, yessss... eat that horse's ass, Fucker!! This was why Destiny put you on this planet!!"

And that is what made it such a turn-on: I was giving him a new experience. This creature, who has walked the Earth longer than man, was getting his first tongue-fuck. And to think I had assumed it was I who would be receiving the beautiful deflowering today.

The stallion punctuated every exhale with a snort during the ravaging of his hole. Since he was now standing relatively still, I could free one hand while my tongue continued to do its magic. I reached between his legs to massage his sheath, but it wasn't there. It had been replaced by something massive and hard. From my position, I couldn't even reach the end. He was no needledick - he was fucking HUMONGOUS! I wanted to look, but his ass was just too much fun. There'd be plenty of time for horsecock ogling, later. Still, how big could he be? And how on God's Green Earth could we possibly mate? So many questions. So many questions... so many... so... what a fucking AWESOME ASS this is!!

No matter what I did with this beautiful beast, he would always leave me wanting more. My tongue started cramping, which meant, sadly, that this too, would have to be cut short. First thing tomorrow morning: tongue stretching exercises, and this horse's ass is the workout room. I pulled it out when it finally went numb, and paused to catch my breath. To thank him for a good time, I planted a big wet kiss squarely on the glistening ring. Rovaun immediately turned around, licked my face, then gave me another wonderful horsey hug.

"That was... unexpected", he said, apparently lost for words.

"Did you enjoy it?" He released his hug and stepped back, but did not respond. We both knew what the answer was, but I still wanted to hear it.

"Well?"

Snort.

"Come on. Now you're the one whose ashamed to admit his desire. I want you to answer my simple question: Did - you - enjoy - my - tongue - buried - deep - inside - your - big - fat - juicy - ass?"

He swished, then gave me the run around. "Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed the fact that my unwashed anus gave my Companion so much filthy pleasure........[fucker]"

"I heard that, you liar!" And I started laughing painfully, clutching my aching ribs, while holding onto him for support. He tried to suppress his thoughts, but his eyes were tearing up with mine. He knew he wasn't fooling anyone, and could hold back only for so long until he ultimately burst forth a giddy horsey guffaw out the front and fifteen pounds of dung out the back. That of course perpetuated the silliness for another twenty minutes. A jolly good laugh was had by all, and I finally got him to admit that yes, to his bewilderment, he liked it very much.

"So, that really was a complete surprise to you?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Congratulations, well done, you surprised me."

"Well, good! It's nice to know there will still be some mystery in our lives. Still, you raised your tail for me. You must have known it was a probable plan of attack."

"No."

"But surely,... I must eat you out nearly every time we have sex. Haven't you seen that at least a thousand times?"

"No."

"Not even once!?"

"Not even once. Can we move on, please?"

I backed away in disbelief. "Rovaun!" I looked at him head-on. "Your Companion is an ASS man. You know... like the bumper sticker says, 'Horsey butts drive me nuts.' That's ME. I wrote that! Your ass and my face... are ONE!! How could you not have known that!?"

"My visions don't show me everything. I told you."

"Well, are you going to let me do it again? Because if not, then I'm out of here..."

"Of course I will let you do it again, anytime." He knew where this was heading, and sorely wished I wouldn't pursue it further, but unfortunately, I persisted.

"Don't you think it's strange, that something so fundamental between us would be missing from your visions?"

"No."

"Well, I sure do."

"Well I do not. End of discussion."

"You'd think it would have happened at least..."

"YES! You'd think. But it didn't. WHAT IS YOUR POINT!?"

"Well, it doesn't make sense. It's like never dreaming about walking... doesn't that bother you?"

He looked me squarely in the eyes. "No. It doesn't bother me. It doesn't bother me one bit. Why does it bother you? You, who have opened my eyes. You, who have shown me that we make our own destiny. You, who have turned my future into lies! Why the hell does it bother you? I know in my heart, in my very soul, that we are meant to be. Nothing else matters! The only thing that matters is you and me, right now! Nothing else! Not my dreams, not my visions, not destiny! Fuck destiny! And FUCK YOU!!"

"Okay, fuck me." I did what I could to change the subject, but my timing was terrible.

"WHAT?!"

"Fuck me."

He didn't bite.

"Please, fuck meeee," I pleaded again, as sincerely as those words could sound.

"Trust me," he said, "you don't want me to do that right now." And with that, he kicked the barn door open, and stormed outside.

My instinct was to go after him, but then I saw the substantial damage done to the door, and decided it was best to leave him alone for a while. So instead, I picked up the shovel and busied myself with filling a wheelbarrow with dung. A terrible thought came to me: it was my fault. The reason he never dreamed of our ass play... was MY fault. I made it an issue. If I had kept my stupid mouth shut, everything would have been fine. I kept telling myself that I did the right thing by fucking up destiny, but maybe I didn't fuck it up. Maybe this is its retribution for my First Time debacle. Maybe he never forgives me for it, and every time I approach his ass, he'll remember this day and turn away. Dammit, I'm such a jerk!

Thoroughly depressed, now, I tossed the shovel in with the dung and carted it all outside and around the corner. I'd figure out where to dump it later. I could see him about fifty yards away ripping out shoots and devouring them furiously. He could see me, but pretended not to. I hated this. I wanted it over with. So I went up to him to apologize. He continued to ignore me.

"I just want to say, I'm really sorry."

He looked at me and continued to chew a mouthful of grass while speaking his mind quite clearly.

"I appreciate that. Now before you waste anymore breath, let me clue you in on something about horses. I am angry and I am hungry. For a horse, that is a nasty combination of moods. I CANNOT stop being angry until I stop being hungry. Got it? So please let me eat my lunch in peace. Thank you."

He returned to pulling up shoots. Then I saw he was getting dangerously close to some wild hemlock.

"Be careful of that sprig. It's deadly..."

He snapped it up and chewed it defiantly.

"...to humans... Okaaay. I guess I'll be going into town to get some things, do you need anything?"

Silence.

"Good, well I'll be back in about an hour. Enjoy the hemlock." Then, as a final stupid attempt at levity, I kidded, "You know, it's kind of cool that you can talk with your mouth full, heh."

"You're still here?"

"Nope. Gone. Bye." And I left.

While in town, I grabbed a quick bite to eat, then went to the Feed & Fuel store to get some grooming supplies. The selection was quite overwhelming. There were brushes and sponges and combs for nearly every part of a horse's anatomy. And, of course each one recommended a special soap or shampoo for that body part... one for the coat, one for the mane, a different one for the tail, and yet another for the genitals. This, and the fucking barn door were going to cost me a fortune. By the time I got back, he was no longer eating, just standing with his nose to the wind and enjoying the sun. I unloaded the supplies near him, but didn't say anything, then went to the well and pumped up several gallons of water. It wasn't purified, but it would do.

I carted the water up to him and dropped the containers on the grass. He casually turned his gaze to me. I wasn't going to take any more shit from him, so I stated quite emphatically, "You need a bath."

"Yes, I do."

That was much easier than I thought it was going to be. I guess my apology had been accepted in my absence. He cooperated without complaint when I doused him with cold well water. I thought about apologizing for the water temperature, but then I thought, why should I? Destiny made the water cold.

Working front to back, I lathered him liberally with shampoo and sponged it in, pausing occasionally to rinse him off. Around his neck and face I took care not to get soap in his eyes, which stared straight ahead, not because he was being aloof, but rather, more like he was simply miles away enjoying the rubdown. Working on his back and sides went much quicker. Since there was nothing particularly delicate in the way, I could scrub his length freely. This was still a lot of work, with or without bruised ribs. A running hose could have made it easier. A car wash easier than that. Still, it was a pleasant bonding activity, which was badly needed. I washed his belly and legs, skipping his privates for the moment, then found myself facing his contentious ass again. He raised his tail without incident, and I quickly sponged and rinsed the forbidden area as if nothing had happened.

"Would you like me to bathe your genitals?"

"No thank you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. They are fine, thanks."

"Okay." I wasn't about to start another argument. There was still the untangling of his mane and tail to deal with. While combing him out, it occurred to me that I still hadn't seen his dick, yet. I know he's got one - with a vengeance! It had been fully erect earlier, and I had even gripped a very small portion of it, but I somehow managed to fuck everything up before ever catching a glimpse. I stopped combing for a moment when something else just occurred to me: We were outside, now. That was why he didn't want to drop out here. Despite all that had happened today, he still superstitiously linked the inside of the barn with the "amazing dick unveiling". Poor, foolish horse - when will you ever take the reins?

After cleaning and combing, I brushed his coat with long and hard strokes. He seemed to enjoy that most of all, whickering constantly like a purring cat. His coat was smooth and smelled wonderful. While brushing him, I'd occasionally steal a nuzzle, using my face instead of the brush. I would gladly do this chore for him any day of the week.

He was the first to break the silence.

"Thank you for the bath. I promise to return the favor."

I chuckled at the possibilities. "You're welcome. The pleasure was mine." The brushing made his coat gleam in the sunlight like a new copper penny. Every muscle stood out in perfect equine form, and not a single blemish appeared on his coat. I stepped back and marveled at him. He could easily pass for a pampered thoroughbred.

"You look absolutely magnificent."

"Do I? I wish I could see."

"Hold on." I rummaged through a junk pile behind the barn and returned with a sufficiently large piece of mirrored glass. I wiped it clean, then leaned it against the barn. He walked up and strutted in front of it, admiringly.

"My... I am a looker, aren't I," he boasted, and rightfully so. Then he turned, lifted his tail, and carefully positioned his ass in the mirror, I guess to see what all of the hubbub was about. Then lowered his tail without further comment.

It was late in the afternoon and a cold breeze was whipping up. I invited him back into the barn and he obliged. Once inside, I was amazed at how different he looked now, the orange light through the windows danced off him like sunlight off a shimmering pond.

"My god," I gaped in awe, "you are so fucking beautiful!"

"Thank you," he said with pride, as he meandered the barn. It had been so long since he was sparkling clean, he had forgotten how good it felt, and what a boost it gave to his self esteem. He continued to strut like a peacock around the room. Then suddenly he froze facing the empty corner.

"What is it?" I asked.

His tell-tale tail resumed it's swishing. His head and eyes darted around, analyzing everything in sight again, just as before. But this time, his whinnies were not expressions of doubt - they were expressions of revelation, of a puzzle finally solved. I had to jump out of his way while he pranced around the room, briefly stopping to sniff this or gaze at that. He spiraled around and around snorting and swishing until he converged in the center of the room and whinnied so loud that my ears were left ringing. Then he lurched at me with such unbridled enthusiasm that I feared he would explode.

"The First Time, will be beautiful," he said, in an excited and anxious voice.

"The Second Time WAS beautiful," I corrected.

"THIS is The First Time!"

"What?"

"Everything is right. It is the right place AND it is the right time. The sunlight, my coat, the shovel, you and I. It is all right now! We didn't change destiny. We didn't change anything. Don't you see? I was wrong about the First Time. It is not the first time we are intimate. It is the first time we mate! It is all - right - NOW!"

"You still could be wrong."

"Perhaps, but I don't think so."

Then he locked his eyes just inches from mine, his tail flailing like a puppydog's, and cooed, "I desire you. Do you desire me?"

"Constantly!"

"Then we are one!"

I was so thrilled to see him back in the saddle, that I didn't care whether Destiny had risen from the dead or not. If he was happy, so was I.

We weren't sure whether to kiss or hug, so we sort of did both, which didn't work so well, but was still hot and sexy. This time he wormed his tongue into my mouth like an eel frantically returning home. I held on as long as I could but then broke away to catch a breath. "Whoa there, big fella. It's still my lead, right?"

"Yes it, is. I apologize."

I hugged him and rubbed his chest to calm him down. He responded with a few deep breaths, then let the wind out of his tail, whose individual hairs floated down like shiny red spider's silk. Once he mellowed, a couple of whickers told me he was fine, and ready to continue.

"I want this to be right," I whispered into his ear.

"It will be beautiful. You already know what to do."

"Stay the hell away from your ass?"

"Damn right."

I did indeed know exactly what to do. It was what I would have done had I not been so hell-bent on fucking with destiny. But first things first, I had to deal with my uncomfortably bound erection. I performed a little strip-tease in front of him, slowly peeling off every stitch. The corny twirling of shed clothing drew only raspberries and rolled eyes from the audience, but once I was completely naked and my routine thankfully finished, I elicited several flattering wolf whistles. I was not the Adonis of humankind that he was of horsedom, but it was nice to think he found me attractive, not just "desirable."

"Ready or not, here I come." I moved into position underneath him, looking his sheath right in the eye. I was glad that he forbade me to wash him here. His aroma was so much more intense. I reached up to cup his balls. They were heavily bloated with life force. I pressed my nose into them and inhaled, just as he had done to me. WOW! I nearly shot my load right there. There was no word to describe that smell, other than "MALE" followed by a zillion exclamation points. I sucked the tang from the masculine orbs, and licked them and pressed my face into them, rubbing and nuzzling them. I wanted my face and hair to be saturated with his mark. More whickering from above apparently concurred.

Still my prize was elusive, and I could stand it no more. I fondled his balls with my hands and locked my mouth over the sheath's entrance. There was only one place that dick was going, and if it wasn't coming out, I was going in. My tongue probed around the outer ring, then ventured forward into the unknown. The inside was bitter with thick smegma, not surprisingly. Had someone fed me this stuff from a bowl, I would have spit it out and retched. But when it came right from the source, it was not only tolerable, but a potent aphrodisiac. I really didn't have to probe far before I reached my quarry. The glans of his penis met my tongue. I felt the urethra protruding slightly around the surrounding crater of flesh, and my tongue instinctively ran rings around it.

Suddenly, as if this were the combination that unlocked the treasures of Aladdin, the mountain began to move against my tongue, pushing it back into my own mouth, and then trading places. It became the invader, relentless and unstoppable, driving forward into my throat, silently chanting, "Be careful what you wish for." The back of my throat did not impede it. It continued to swell and drive onward and downward. I finally came to my senses and let go of the liplock around his sheath, then moved backwards along with the inflating serpent, it's head still in my jaw. I had to let go of his balls as he continued to grow. There seemed to be no stopping him but soon he reached full length, and the metamorphosis changed its emphasis from length to girth. He continued to inflate and stiffen like a sausage balloon. My mouth was stretched wide open, and from my vantage point, his balls looked a mile away. I released the head of his gargantuan cock, being careful not to drag my teeth over it, and then gazed close up at the amazing tree branch that pulsated before me. It was pink and mottled, but not as dirty as I had expected. It had to be thirty inches long and three inches thick at its shortest width just behind the glans. The glans itself was five inches wide, as was the root above his balls. I ran my tongue along its length from the tip to his balls and back. The beast shuddered above me. So this was what horse tasted like. It didn't taste like chicken.

I backed away to get the entire monster in view. This thing would be inside me. I got on all fours and measured it's length parallel to my body. With his balls slapping my ass, his cock would be... my God!... pushing well into my throat! It was impossible. Yet, somehow, I believed him, and Oh Lord, how I wanted it to be true.

His glans was near my face. Rather than fit the whole thing in, I gently pushed my lips into the cup surrounding his urethra, and sucked on it for a while. It occasionally spurted gobs of precum which I drank like nectar from Eros. Then I let go and examined the head's elasticity. It could easily compress down to three inches without applying too much pressure. That I could fit in my ass, and destiny or no, that is where it belonged.

"Rovaun."

"Yes, Companion."

"I desire to mate with you."

"And I, too, share that desire."

"Now!"

"Now, it shall be."

He maneuvered himself away from me so that he could look me in the eye.

"Are you sure you want this, my Companion? It will be painful."

"Yes, I'm sure I can take it like a man."

"No jokes. This is a one-way road that we travel. Our mating will forever change you and bind you to me. You will undergo a transformation that will take several weeks to finish and must not be interrupted. When your transformation is complete, we will be one. There is no turning back."

"What transformation? What does that mean?"

"I really don't know. It has never happened before. But in my visions, we will become more - compatible."

"Compatible as in, being able to mate?"

"Yes."

"Do I become a horse?"

"No, you remain a man, mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Mostly."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not at this time, but I promise you this: You will have no regrets."

"That's good enough for me. Come here, Stud."

He whinnied excitedly and eagerly approached me. I lay on my back with a cushion under my butt to raise up to him. I wanted to make sure I could see all of the action. His rib cage soon towered over me and I felt him trying to position his cockhead against my ass. I reached down and moved him on target. His urethra pushed in but held that position while it squirted short jets of precum. Very clever - he was lubing me up. His body trembled with anticipation of first fuck. Mine did, too. His hooves shuffled dangerously around my naked body, like a race horse's jitters just before the gate opens. They made a sound like an idling engine, revving to go. Rovaun spoke again, but his voice sounded distant, as if he were muted and shouting over the drone of this throttling sex engine.

"Companion," he shouted, "I must warn you - I am still equine. Once I enter you, it will take every ounce of my cognitive willpower to keep from driving all of the way in, which would be instantly fatal. It is a very powerful instinct that is difficult to overcome. So I will need your assistance."

"Name it," I shouted back over the engine noise.

"Once my glans penetrates, I will try not to move any further so as not to harm you. I can resist the urge to thrust if I am properly stimulated by you. Then I can reach climax without thrusting. You must rhythmically squeeze your sphincter, about once per second. If you stop, then the primitive part of my equine brain will take over, and we do not want that to happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Companion!"

"OKAY," he shouted, "HERE WE GO."

And the engine revved to 6000 RPM in my ears as clattered hooves positioned the absurd overkill of a thousand pounds of bone and muscle to surgically insert his cock. It was like a roaring earth mover trying to thread a needle. My hand monitored the spot where cock met ass, and felt the unstoppable horseflesh penetrate the hole. More spurts greased the way as it continued to drive steadily forward, then, meeting resistance, it backed off slightly, dropping the RPMs, taking a moment to regroup, then revving up again and driving onward. The pain was bearable, only because I often put big things in my ass. Perhaps destiny was preparing for this moment. His throttle revved again, and as I guided him with my hand, my heart jumped as I felt the last of his glans disappear into my flesh. We weren't through yet, he still had about three inches to go to penetrate the sphincter. This was going to hurt, and it did.

"Companion!" I shouted. "More grease!!"

Miraculously, he backed out some and managed to squirt on command, but then without hesitating, drove right back in even deeper than before. I could tell we were already past the point of no return. His cock would never come out before delivering its payload. He had almost hit ground zero. The wide rim of his glans just crowned my screaming ring of muscle. He could feel through its sensitive head that the portal to my colon had arrived. Just another half inch to squeeze through the door. With a sudden lurch forward, and a blinding spike of pain, he broke on through to the elastic, accommodating tunnel beyond. He held his position to allow the pain to subsided, which it did, thankfully, no worse for wear.

"We made it!" I shouted, rejoicing, "Woo-HOO!!" But he didn't respond. He was shuddering, dancing and whinnying uncontrollably. The engine was louder than ever, throttling higher and higher to redline. He was going to lose it any second. The Primitive was taking over. I tensed up to prepare for my impending death by dick, and at that instant the engine perceptively slowed. Then I remembered my part of the deal and squeezed his dick hard, trying to pinch it off. Instantly, the clatter, shuddering, and throttle eased off. I squeezed again, it eased off more. I continued this way for several seconds, until the din came down to a throaty idle.

"That was close," he shouted, sounding a bit clearer than before. "Give me a few more seconds to gather my wits, then I'll be ready to finish up. Just keep doing what you're doing and we'll get there."

"Roger that!" (Co-pilot to pilot.)

I awaited his signal, continuing the ass squeezing as instructed, but I prayed the end would come soon, because I was about to give out.

The throttle resumed its steady ascent. "Ready for action?" he shouted.

"Ready!"

And the throttle climbed faster while his member twitched inside, responding to my contractions. He rattled at my entrance with spastic short jerks, forwards, backwards and sideways. I knew that the moment he approached the brink of orgasm, he would be least in control. This had to be a team effort. Things were proceeding as planned, but then it all went to hell. Pressure built rapidly in my gut with ever increasing stress until something suddenly popped and a horrific explosion of searing pain stabbed into me. I lost my concentration and stopped squeezing. Warm sticky fluid dribbled out of my ass and down my crack. I reached down and brought it into the light. It was bright red. The horse, now losing control whinnied in terror. I tried to squeeze again but each attempt cut agonizingly deep into by bowels.

"Rovaun! We have to stop! I'm hurt!!"

Louder whinnies and screams came from the quaking stallion. Turning back now was impossible. He was at the very edge of climax, but I couldn't push him over. I reached down and squeezed him with my bloody hands. Another horrific scream erupted from the tormented beast, as the Primitive and Cognitive battled each other for domination of the fuck. He lurched forward an inch, tearing me open and filling me with blood. The pain made me powerless to help. The Primitive soundly defeated its foe, and now the brutal rape began. His balls heaved forward and backward, punctuated by murderous snorts and grunts, their travel increasing with each thrust. My ass squeezed and buttocks clenched for dear life. The Primitive squealed with lustful delight and plowed faster. His balls rose up. My calves sandwiched the battering ram. His balls drew in. I tightened every muscle with my last fading breath. Then the torrent of equine sex burst forth. The stallion bellowed his victory and released blasts of wonderfully hot tide deep into my bowels which then seemed to spread out in all directions. More flood erupted from him, and the wave of heat rose up to my chest, only to be pushed further by yet another torrent, forcing the heatwave up my neck, flushing up my face and then into my brain. Instantly I saw stars and planets and galaxies whirling past me. The images flew by like still frames sped up to a ridiculously incomprehensible rate, compressing millions of years into milliseconds, revealing the cosmos and driving me quite mad, and then suddenly, mercifully, it all went black.

[Companion.] I am floating in a warm, blissful, silent blackness. No pain, no feeling, no senses whatsoever. Nothing but eternal restful oblivion. [Companion.] No troubles. No worries. [Companion.] What is that? Someone is calling me? Go away. [Companion.] Who's there? I see a light in the distance, drawing closer. [Companion.] The light is moving too fast. I'm crashing into it!

"Companion."

My eyes flicked opened. I was back in the barn. My Companion was with me. He was sitting on his haunches like a dog, facing me, his penis still bridged between us. I felt warm and dreamy, but I ached in the middle and couldn't get up.

"Lie still, my friend. It is too soon to move."

His voice was clear, lucid, and soothing. The throttling engine was silent.

"What happened?"

"Our journey has begun. We have a long way to go, but this first step was the most difficult and most dangerous. You almost didn't make it."

"You're still inside me."

"Yes, when I neared climax, my crown flared within you. That was the pain you felt. I forgot to mention that. Sorry."

"You left out that minor little detail."

"Yes. I said I was sorry. My crown is still engorged, but it will come down soon. Then we can separate."

I looked down and saw the distension in my lower abdomen. His cockhead must be the size of a grapefruit. It was uncomfortable, yet, deeply satisfying to be physically locked together and pregnant with horsedick. I tried to sit up, but had no strength.

"You must lie still. My seed has not repaired enough of the damage, yet."

"What damage!?"

"You suffered severe internal trauma. If I had not fertilized you, you would have required medical attention, and probably would have died. That is why I did not stop when you asked me to. But the danger is passed now. You should be well by morning."

"Just what is your fertilizer doing to me?"

"It is healing and transforming you. My essence exists in my blood and my seed. It is the key to my longevity, and now I have shared some of it with you. Over the centuries, men have discovered the secret of my essence, and have taken it from me to prolong their own lives. I have been enslaved and nearly drained of life many times. It is why I have led a solitary existence for so long.

"Though my blood can prolong life, my seed can do much more. It is traveling within you now, searching for a suitable gamete to impregnate, but it will also merge with an injured cell, and deliver my essence to it. The cell will become stronger, retaining its original identity, but also containing a part of me. The rupture in your intestines has provided my seed easy access to your bloodstream. The damaged cells are now being fertilized, and will be better than new in two days. Then we can mate again, and I will be able to penetrate you a little deeper than before. We will continue on this path of your transformation for several weeks, depending on your daily rate of recovery. Ultimately, you will be able to take me in entirely, with no risk of injury. On that day, we will forever be one...And I will fuck your brains out. I look forward to it."

"Thank you for clearing that up, but you could have explained this before we started."

"Do you have any regrets?"

"No, not at the moment, I guess."

The light was fading fast outside. I laid back, caressing the deflating bulge in my abdomen, and mused "...And the sun sets on another beautiful deflowering."

The stallion turned his head to look out the window, then turned back and asked imperatively, "What is the date?"

"June 21st."

"The solstice!"

"Yeah, I think so."

He tried to get up, but could not because we were still connected.

"I think my crown has sufficiently subsided. I am going to remove it now."

"Rovaun!"

"Please try to hold in as much of my seed as you can."

"Stop it! Ouch! Slow down!!"

He ignored my pleas and continued to pull his bloated glans back through my bruised sphincter. I reluctantly gave birth with a painful shplut and blurt of blood-slime.

"You fucking equine asshole!" I screamed, but instantly regretted it. Once free of me, he rolled over and jumped to his feet.

"Come with me," he said urgently, brushing off the epithet.

"What!? No! I need to stay put, remember?"

"You'll be fine. Just hold in my seed. Come on!"

"Where are we going?"

"I wish to watch the day end."

"The sunset?"

"Yes. Quickly, let's go."

"Look, I can't even walk! You go and enjoy the pretty sunset. I'll stay here and heal."

"No! We must watch it together. You can ride on my back. Please, my Companion."

"Hmph! You just had to play the 'Companion' card."

"Yes."

(Sigh) "Oh all right. Help me up. Can I put some clothes on?"

"No."

"Fine."

I held onto him while slumping to my feet, then he knelt down, enabling me to straddle his back and hug his neck. He raised up, nudged the door open, then took off into the hills, back to the saddle where we had first met. When we arrived at the top, the red sun was just kissing the Pacific Ocean. He stood there staring at the fiery ball. It was as red and brilliant as he. We watched the spectacle together in silence as it slowly made its descent below the horizon. I expected a flash of lightning or meteor shower or some other natural display of fireworks to celebrate the "beautiful deflowering." No such event was evident. When the last red sliver of light was swallowed by the sea, we turned away and headed back down the hill. I had no idea what that was about, but I was glad I shared it with him. It was important to him, and as his companion, that made it important to me.

We took our time returning to the barn. He was being careful not to stumble and cause me more pain. When we got inside, he lowered himself to the ground and I rolled my exhausted, blood-stained, sweat-soaked, frail naked body off of him and onto the floor. Oh, Johnny, what a day.

It was soon getting dark. I lit a few candles to fight off the night, and lay down on the floor next to my Companion, who dozed quietly. My aches were still prominent, but I could tell they were already receding. This magical stallion beside me... how could he be? It was an amazing First Time, no regrets, and I tried not to dwell on the horribly petty fact that I had never climaxed, myself. And the more I didn't dwell on it, the more I felt slighted. Realistically, though, any more sex tonight would certainly kill me, so I finally let it go, and just remained content to stroke the neck of my soul mate.

He awoke from his nap and turned his head to me. Candle light reflected off of those black pools. Then he let go a snort and pulled himself back to his feet.

"You disgust me," he said with a heart-ripping growl.

"What?"

"I can no longer stand to be near you."

I sat up, in complete disbelief. "Companion... what is it?"

"I just had my first vision of your new destiny. My eyes have been opened. You are nothing but human filth!"

"Rovaun... please..."

"You need... a bath!"

Oh, I could tell this companionship thing was going to be just LOADS of fun. I should have called him an asshole, but it was so rare that he showed a sense of humor that I was, frankly, quite flattered at the attempt, horrendous, though it was. Anyway, a horsey tongue bath was just what I needed.

"Yes, I do," I sighed contentedly, rolling over onto my stomach and spreading my legs.

He brought down his long, warm, healing tongue and licked at my wounded ass, thoroughly cleaning the thick bloody slurry from its crevices. Then he moved to my legs, dragging what felt like a warmed-over cow's liver along their lengths. The massage up and down my back was steady and methodical, and oh so soothing. When he had finished with my neck and ears I turned over for him, display once again, my throbbing cock, which he took no notice of. I placed my hands behind my head and let him continue, which he did by slathering my face with saliva. (The tease.) Then he continued working his way down my front, skipping over my hard-on, and finally finishing up with my legs and feet. When he was done, he straddled me and asked,

"Would you like me to bathe your genitals?"

"Surprise me."

Already poised over his mark, he lowered his head, reached out his tongue, scooped up my balls, and delivered them into his mouth. Inside, he rolled them over and over with that talented tongue, and when they were finally bereft of flavor, he let them slip away. His upper lip curled again, flehmening the relish of male sex. And at long last, he dragged that heavenly tongue over my cock again, back and forth, long and slow, and then skillfully turned and worked it into his warm moist mouth. Oh my God he was gifted! He worked me over with lips and tongue, rotated around me, tickled the underside, sucked and swathed and bobbed up and down. His teeth were nowhere to be found. It was the sexiest blow job I could have ever imagined.

"You've had practice," I cooed.

"Yes, I have."

He quickened his pace, his eyes glazing with lust, and perhaps I could have held out longer but there was no point. Feeling the fever of orgasm rapidly build, I gave myself into it and gushed forth my own torrent of the day's pent-up load. His eyes opened wide with astonishment at the copious flood he pumped from my vein. And when the flow subsided he held me inside for a moment, lovingly swaddling me with his tongue before setting me free, utterly sapped of energy.

"Got ya, again," I said, proudly.

"My. That was quite a snootful. Are you sure you aren't part equine?" he quipped.

"Well, I am now, aren't I!"

"Yes, you are. And now, I am part human."

I sighed in the afterglow of the moment, trying not to think about how destiny might still be alive and kicking me in the nuts tomorrow.

"I think you were right all along about destiny," I said, relentlingly.

"Perhaps, but what is far more important, my dear sweet wonderful Companion, is that, so were you. There is no greater gift you could have given me than what you did outside today. You have opened my eyes for the first time. Destiny be damned!"

"But we can't both be right."

"We can, and to remove all doubt, I shall now prove it to you."

He turned around, lifted his tail, and brought that mouth-watering ass down on my face. My tongue was welcomed deep inside that inviting tunnel, and he whickered and shuddered with the pleasure it wrought.

"Just a sampling of how we will be spending every waking moment tomorrow," he teased. Then he raised up again and said with a wink, "It will, after all, be my lead this time.... You see, my Companion, thanks to you, destiny will now always be OURS for the making."

So I was indeed his Main Squeeze now. That destiny whore was still around, but she no longer played the role of bitchy domineering spouse. Now she was more like an unpleasant mother-in-law stuck in a rest home, requiring only an occasional respectful visit, but then getting a serious nose-thumbing from the both of us once we left the room.

He laid down next to me, his mouth directly over mine. As he planted a kiss on my lips, he cooed seductively, "Our destiny will always be filled with wonderful surprises." Again, our tongues came out to greet each other, and he let my harvested string of pearls cascade down from his mouth to mine. The cynic in me this morning might have construed this act as a subtle rejection of the human part that I had injected into him, but that ugly person no longer existed. There was nothing more to this intimate gesture than it seemed. It was simply the final closing act of the First Time, bringing the curtain down on a beautiful day.

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[End of _COMPANIONS_ Chapter 03: First Time]

[This concludes Part 1 of the series. Take a break.]

[Next in series: Chapter 04: The Link]