Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 00:52:35 -0700 From: Canine Casanova Subject: A Boy and A Horse A Boy and A Horse A real-time story* by Canine Casanova It was the most beautiful animal he'd ever seen, galloping and romping there in the meadow. He couldn't understand how such a big animal could move so fast, but he watched anyway. Galloping through the swaying grass, mane and tail flying in the wind. Such freedom, such power! And something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on. And such beauty! He watched the graceful flow of the stallion's motion, the powerful movements of his muscles, and felt a call within his spirit. After watching the lovely horse for awhile, he decided to continue on his way and rest under the shady tree that was often a place of comfort for him. He fell asleep for awhile, but his dreams were filled with images of the animal he'd just seen. He dreamed that he was a horse, running and galloping along with the creature that had so touched his heart. He woke up feeling refreshed, even though he had been busy within his dreams. He decided to go and find the horse that had so captivated him. As he made his way back to the meadow, he saw the horse grazing quietly. He must have finally run out of energy, although the concept seemed impossible. He walked towards the animal, admiring his gorgeous mane, thinking about its silky smoothness, and remembering the feeling of freedom and power he got when he saw it flying in the wind. This was more than just a horse, this was a special being, a kindred spirit, an entity that shared his passion for life. He knew then that there had to be more than kind words and scratchy ears. He waited for that oh-so-lovely horse to finish grazing, and then spoke to him in soft, gentle tones. He soon realized that there was no need for this, since the magnificent stallion was standing there looking at him with his big brown horsey-eyes as if there were nothing but clarity of thought and communication between them. It was time for some kind of action. With that unspoken approval to press him onward, he climbed up onto the horse's back and settled himself, feeling the power and life within the creature. As he got comfortable, the horse decided it was time to express some more freedom, and leapt into a gallop across the meadow, mane and tail flying. He held on tight, adjusting to the rhythm and feeling the wind on his face and hands and laughed aloud with the joy of it. How he envied that horse! Such freedom to run, wherever and whenever he wanted, to live as he chose, and still have the luxury of being cared for and fed now and then--truly a world to be envied. But now, it was a world they shared, horse and rider. Flying through the grass, racing the wind to the end of the meadow and back, only the sound of heavy breathing and the wind in his ears, and the smell of grass and horse in his nose, and joy, so much joy in his heart! This was an animal who understood him, and he could only wish that he had the same understanding for this wonderful creature. They galloped for what seemed like hours, around and around, in no particular direction, neither one caring where they went or how they got there, until at last the stallion tired and slowed down, and finally came to a stop. He got down then and laughed again, so filled with happiness at being allowed to share in the kind of freedom only a horse can know. He whirled around and around, giggling like a silly schoolgirl, releasing the extra energy that had been built up within him, finally collapsing to the ground, smiling and looking up at the clouds and knowing that for now, he was even freer than those big fluffy white vagabonds could ever hope to be. He lay there for a long time, staring up at the sky and not seeing anything, letting the exhilaration seep through him until he could once again handle the experience he'd just had. But there was more here than the joy of running through a meadow on the back of a beautiful stallion. He got up and looked again into those big, beautiful, soft eyes. The horse looked back at him with the wisdom of centuries, which seemed a little unnerving. One doesn't expect a "dumb" animal to look like that. But this was no ordinary animal, either. He was overcome by feelings which shocked him at first. It wasn't his obvious love for this animal, that wasn't new, although the strength of the emotion was. It was an almost overpowering desire to experience a further understanding, a further joining with the animal that seemed to be able to look straight into his soul. He was nervous. He was uneasy. But oddly, he couldn't seem to find the guilt that everyone would surely tell him he should be feeling. He made a mental note to think about it later, right now all he could think about was being close, so close to the animal that had so captured his heart. No human had ever evoked this kind of emotion in him before. More than love, it was something he couldn't explain. Not lust, even though he looked at the stallion's beauty with obvious appreciation, but such a deep caring that he didn't know the words for it, nor did they matter at that moment. There was nothing to say, all the communication they needed was already happening. Gingerly at first, and then more directly, he put his arms around his beloved's neck and held his lovely horse, which wasn't "his" and yet was, for several long moments, feeling the heartbeat and breathing of this massive animal against his neck and back, and it thrilled him in ways he didn't completely understand, but he knew that there was no turning back now. He was committed both to his own need and the need of his partner, who had never said anything to him, hadn't even so much as whinnied, and yet they were one, thinking and feeling together out there in the meadow. It didn't make any sense, but that didn't seem to matter. Very little mattered at that moment, just the two of them mattered. The whole world was made up of them and the meadow in which they stood, and nothing else. It was overwhelming. He felt giddy at the power of the emotions he was experiencing, but this was no time for analysis, not now. Once again he moved his fingers through that silky mane, feeling it run through his fingers like water, feeling the rush of affection for this new-found friend and partner. he moved on then, rubbing and scratching and caressing his way down his lover's back, feeling the strength and yet a gentleness that was quite unexpected. As he approached the flanks of his stallion, the horse whickered and gave a little shudder--apparently, he wasn't the only one who was feeling the electricity in this relationship. If the mane was that soft, how must that tail feel? He wanted to know, but he also wanted to enjoy himself a bit more. After all, there *were* two of them there. So he quickly removed his shirt, enjoying the feel of the warm sun and the gentle breeze on his skin, and then went back to explore that velvety tail. Ever so gently, being mindful of the powerful hindquarters of this huge animal, he stroked it, feeling the soft hair in his hands and against the skin of his chest, making him shudder with excitement. He had never felt anything like this with any human lover, ever. It was amazing, and still a little scary, but he couldn't stop now--not when there was this lovely tail to play with, and what appeared to be even smoother, softer hair beneath.. He worked his way up to the base of that lovely tail, combing through it with his fingers until it was as soft and smooth as it could be. Just then, the stallion flicked it back towards him, spreading the silky hair all over his chest. He was not just shuddering now, he was trembling with the excitement and anticipation of what he hoped would happen. Carefully, ever so carefully, he worked his fingers down from the base of the horse's tail, down between his massive flanks. At his first touch, he felt the horse stiffen quickly, and he pulled away instantly, not wanting to get the wrong reaction. But as he stood there wondering what to do next, the stallion turned to look at him, as if to say, "well?", and that was all that was required. He went back to working on that strong, lovely ass as his horse lover turned back around and uttered what can only be called a sigh of contentment. Such a human reaction, he thought--but he was used to experiencing things he didn't expect--the whole afternoon had been like that. Such velvety hair in this spot! He had never really thought about it, but he was glad he did now, and it appeared that the horse was, too. He could feel the muscles in his lover's flanks rippling when he touched just the right spot or moved in just the right way, and he could see the tension growing in the horse's neck as he craned it towards the sky. He couldn't see his partner's eyes, but he was sure they were closed. He wondered what it looked like when a horse smiled, but he didn't want to leave to find out just now. He spent a long time softly touching, massaging that gorgeous ass and wondering just what else might transpire in that area. He knew what he wanted, and it seemed clear that the stallion was thinking along the same lines, but it was so wonderful, he didn't want it to end. he wanted to savor it, all of it, as long as he could. But still his desire churned, moving him onward. He moved around to the side of his lover and knelt down, caressing the strong legs and flanks, taking time to admire the massive balls and the sheath, which was showing signs of activity. But there would be time later. There were other soft places to explore first. Slowly, he stroked up and down the horse's stomach, wondering if it turned the animal on as much as the same touch turned humans on. More whickering and a great shudder that wracked the entire beast gave him his answer. He could hardly contain himself, he so wanted to be intimate with this animal, and it seemed like it would happen. At last, after reveling in the soft smoothness of the fur on the horse's stomach, he turned his attention further back. It was an amazing sight, and one that he never thought he'd ever view with such passion and desire. Gingerly, he reached back to fondle his lover's balls, which caused the stallion to stand stock still, muscles straining with tension. They were so big, and they felt so very full... This was becoming better than he had imagined it just a little while ago. And still he moved on. Never thinking about what others might think of his actions or his feelings, totally absorbed in the love for this lovely animal, he touched the stallion's sheath. it was already beginning to harden and he could feel the animal's pulse flowing through it. It was truly exciting--he had never imagined ever doing anything like this before, and now he could think of nothing else. As he massaged the sheath, the animal's very large penis began to slide out and into his hands. It was so warm, and so big, and so moist, feeling like rubber and velvet and skin and he didn't know what else. He felt himself staring as the horse's organ became larger and harder in front of him, appreciating the magnificence of such a creature in a much more real sense than he had before. He was shaking. His mouth was watering. He didn't know whether to go on or not, but then he felt it in the air and in his head--the feeling of love coming from this animal, as if the stallion were consoling him, telling him that it was ok, that their love was strong...and then he had no question. He reached out his tongue and gently licked the tip of the horse's now-hard penis. At the touch of his tongue, his partner gave a little buck and a whinny, but he knew now that there was no discomfort here, only pleasure and love. As his confidence grew, he licked more and more, all over the massive organ, massaging it with one hand and those huge balls with the other, taking what he could into his mouth, although it only seemed that the tip was all that would fit. But his lover didn't seem to mind. The horse's breathing became shallower, and his heartbeat got faster. Much faster. He could feel the pressure of the animal's pulse moving his penis within his mouth, and it drove him crazy. There had to be more to life than this, but right now he didn't care. He had an idea, and as he reached up behind those big balls to lightly stroke that soft ass, he got a good idea about his good idea. The stallion bucked once, then stood rock- steady as his organ began to twitch, quickly and violently. He knew what was happening and kept up his pace and his caresses, as wave after wave of his lover's cum shot out from the now-gargantuan penis. He was amazed at the sheer amount, but he had never really thought about it, either. His own penis, once ignored, now demanded his attention--violently. He felt as if he were on fire, as if someone had been pushing him toward the brink all this time, but he hadn't noticed. Now that he had time to note his own reaction, it was almost overwhelming. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and stood naked in front of his lover, who looked at him with a look of appreciation and genuine love. He again threw his arms around that massive neck and hugged his partner close to him, feeling the prickly hairs push into his flesh and reveling in the new sensation. As if on cue, the stallion lowered his head and licked his throbbing penis with his long, sticky tongue, sending shock waves through his entire body. It was a miracle that he didn't cum right then and there, but this was no ordinary horse, this was a most perceptive horse who knew full well what was going on. After he managed to calm down from that one luscious lick, he couldn't take any more. He moved around behind his lover, who lowered himself down to his knees--a most perceptive horse, indeed! He knelt behind the animal, looking down at that lovely ass with its smooth soft fur, and felt himself shiver in the warm sunlight. He moved closer, closer, until he could feel the warmth of his lover's body against him. And then he paused, just for a moment, as if he couldn't bring himself to do the "evil deed", until his stallion lover turned to look at him again, and whickered softly, beckoning him to continue. He slid in then, and was immediately overcome by the sensations. The warmth, the tension, the feel of the animal's strong rhythms. It was better than anything he had ever experienced before. Absolutely incredible. He didn't know why he didn't simply cum immediately, but he thanked whoever was responsible for that fact. He began to move in and out, with slow, long, gentle strokes, savoring the feeling along his entire length, feeling the animal's body react in obvious pleasure to his attentions. He leaned over his partner's back and stroked that soft mane again, wishing that his lover had hands with which to stroke his hair. The stallion turned his head and nuzzled him, which was just as good. It was incredible. he had never felt so loved before in his entire life, and almost couldn't believe it was happening now. It was so good, so intense, almost dream-like, but what he was feeling was real enough. After a few more long, lingering minutes, he could stand it no longer. He quickened his pace until he felt himself swimming in a sea of pleasure as he exploded within his lover. He felt the horse react to his climax, trembling with pleasure and whinnying softly. Wow! He still couldn't believe it, but hey, why not? If he was dreaming, he certainly didn't want to wake up now. After he was spent, he drew himself out of his lover, who then stood up and moved around to stand behind him. He didn't know what to make of this development, so he stood there, waiting to see what would happen next. The horse pushed on his back with his muzzle, forcing him to bend over. As he did so, he noticed that the stallion was already hard again, and his brain immediately put it all together. In that one moment, he realized he was in for the experience of his life. If his mind hadn't been blown by now, it was about to be. He moved beneath his lover, who gently moved up until his body was in the perfect position to please his human partner. He didn't know how such a massive penis could fit into him, but he was willing to try, since it was clear that the animal felt it was possible, and he trusted this horse completely, more than he had ever trusted any being before. He wasn't afraid or nervous, he was just happy, so happy! The horse then began to press forward, and he could feel the big head of that hot, throbbing penis against him. He pressed backwards gently, feeling the tip begin to enter him. He was amazed at this, seeing as he could barely get it into his mouth earlier, but he wasn't about to question fate. The stallion pressed on, ever so gently, until the head of his penis was inside his human lover. And that human lover had found bliss. Both of them had. In that moment, everything seemed to stop as he realized that he had been and was making love to this wonderful, caring animal who had more love for him than any person ever did. He wanted to be a horse himself then--so that he would be able to better enjoy this experience, but being human didn't seem to be so bad, either. The stallion then began to stroke in and out, gently at first but slowly building in pace as the passion of the pair grew to a fever pitch. After what seemed like hours, he felt the swelling and twitching and cried out in ecstasy as he felt his horse's cum shoot up into his body. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him with the force of the wind and the rain and the thunder. He couldn't remember what happened just then, but he did remember that it was beautiful and wonderful and magical all at once. The world spun, his head spun, and for one brief moment, he was a horse, feeling the freedom and power and sensuality all within him, and it overwhelmed him completely. He cried at the power of the feelings and sensations, and he wept because he could not know this intensity all the time. But for now, it was marvelous. After his lover was finally done and had gently slid out of him, he lay down in the grass, sighing contentedly, moving dreamily in and out of sleep and daydreams as his stallion lay down next to him. He put his arm around his lovely horse and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of galloping across a meadow with his mane and tail flying... * This story was written in real-time during a chat session with a friend. It has been edited for spelling and format only--no content has been changed from the original "telling."