Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2019 15:50:57 +0200 From: Zaggy Norse Subject: Always Bet On Horse A stablehand has some fun with his friends in the stalls. Keywords: gay, male, bestiality, stallion If you enjoyed this, I'd love to hear from you - either via email, or on Telegram at @Bucephallus ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The bay stallion clattered into his stall, snorting and whinnying, and the groom clanged the door shut behind him. The stallion pranced about for a few seconds, chest heaving, his veins still full of adrenaline from the race. He already wished he was back out on the track, hurtling down the field, muscles pumping and the wind in his mane. There was no feeling like it; well, almost none. He even missed the weight of the tiny human on his back. He could smell the other stallions in the stables and recognised them all. Sticking his head over the stall, he stared at them, and they at him. There was silence for a few moments, then-- "You fucker!" said the bay stallion. It was not words he spoke, but the other horses understood him. A sniggered whinny came from a stall a few paces down, where a roan stallion was quartered. "The early stallion gets the mare, Unicorn. Not my fault." "Don't talk shit, Apollo! `Not your fault' -- you nearly pushed me into the barrier on the stretch!" Unicorn stamped his hoof, earning another whinny from the roan. "Nah, bro, it was my rider, right?" argued Apollo. "He pulled left and I just kinda moved. Bad luck, maybe next time, thanks for running." The smirk in his tone belied whatever sympathy he was offering. "But listen, when I get to cover the mare, I'll think of you, alright? I'm sure your asshole's also as wet and warm as she will be." Unicorn flattened his ears and kicked the door to his stall. "Guess you'd know, huh?" he said smarmily. An older Arabian, down near the stable door, nickered with amusement, and Apollo snapped at him. "Shut up, Nightflight! The thoroughbreds are talking, I'll let you know when we want to hear from a quarter horse". Nightflight lifted his lips and huffed back at him. "Don't be a dick, Apollo. I know it's hard, but try." "What's that, Nightflight?" the roan queried mockingly, sticking his head over his stall door and flicking his ears forward. "You want my hard dick? Sure, buddy, here you go." There was a slapping noise from under him, and Apollo whinnied happily. "Aw yeah, so hard for you, Nightflight! You want a nice thick racehorse load, sir? A lovely injection of virility for the old warhorse? Just say the word, sir, and after I'm done with my reward-mare, I'll pay you a quick visit. A second load won't be a problem for me, sir: I'm young as fuck and ready to breed!" The Arabian simply shook his head as the young stallion bragged and taunted him, a little bit of his tongue sticking from his mouth in amusement. He was old enough to be unfazed by the arrogance of youth. "Whatever you say, Apollo. Hope you don't have trouble getting it up for the mare, though, boy -- I hear she's used to stallion dick, not pony." A rippling nicker of amusement from the other stalls. The post-race adrenaline-fueled banter was typical, but not always this entertaining. "Yeah, she is!" enthused Apollo, either not noticing the jab, or not caring. "That's why she needs this thick fuck-stick." He slapped his belly again. "Gonna ride her so hard, you'll hear her scream all the way over here. I'm gonna make the best foal you've ever seen. She's gonna be dripping so much of me after, she'll think I was a fucking zebra. I'm sure you'll smell it all from here too, so you'll know when you need to trumpet your approval of how well I fucked her." Unicorn clacked his teeth at the roan. "Shut the fuck up, Apollo. Winning one race doesn't make you king." "Yeah, you're right, Uni-colt! But you know what does?" Again, the slap of a meaty piece of flesh. "This fucker!" He stamped a hoof and lifted his head arrogantly. "Everyone wants it. Even all you boys. Fuck, I bet even the humans want it." Unicorn snorted and turned away, grabbing a mouthful of oats from the bag hanging in his stall, and chewing for a moment, thoughtfully. "Yeah," he said slyly, "you know, you are pretty impressive, Apollo." The roan dipped his head in acceptance of the fact. "But you're talking shit now. No way you could get a human to be interested in you. You're just not that...amazing." A hoof slammed into the back of Apollo's stall. "Fuck you! I told you, everyone wants me! Mares, stallions, humans...you name it, they want me. Need me." Unicorn nodded. "Yes, yes, a very strong argument for sure. But we don't need to argue, do we? Prove it." He stuck his head over the stall and peered out of the door of the stables; he could see the stable hand approaching in the distance, right on time. He always showed up after a race to check on the horses. "Here comes one now. You get him to, I don't know...blow you -- and I'll join your side. Call you the best stallion here." He cocked his head to one side, looking at Apollo, who snorted and waved his mane about. "Oh, you're fucking on. Is it the human with the red hair? Too easy. He always gives me that extra-long look. So obviously already thirsty for a stallion's prick." He stepped back from the front of his stall and scraped at the floor a bit, then fell silent. All the other horses, meanwhile, looked attentively at the entrance, and when the red-headed human stepped inside, he paused for a moment and did a double-take. Almost every single racehorse inside was looking right at him. "That's...new," he muttered, frowning a little. Then the horses began greeting him with their usual array of nickers, whinnies and goofy faces, and he shrugged. Crazy creatures. He began doing his rounds, refilling some feed bags where needed, and making sure none of the animals seemed to be in discomfort or pain after the race. Their trailers would be along the next day to collect them all; he simply needed to keep them happy until then. Everything seemed in order until he reached Apollo's stall. The huge thoroughbred was notoriously high-spirited, and usually a real problem to handle. Winning the race earlier seemed to have tired him out, however, and he was standing right at the back of his stall, quietly. He didn't even look up at the human watching him. "You okay there, boy?" the stable hand asked quietly. Shit, if Apollo was hurt, there would be hell to pay. The prize stallion was scheduled for a breeding later that very day. He stuck a hand over the stall, but the horse simply sniffed at it and turned away. Not good. With a worried feeling, the stable hand unlocked the stall and stepped inside. Apollo nickered at him, and the human made calming noises at him. "There, there, it's fine, you know me. Are you hurt, boy? I need to check, okay? You be a good boy and stand there." He stepped closer and began feeling the horse's legs, checking for pain points. The front legs seemed alright, and he moved to the rear. Apollo suddenly shuffled back, standing across the corner, and the human sighed. He grabbed the horse's halter half-heartedly, knowing that if this enormous animal didn't want to move, he couldn't force him. And, indeed, despite a stern pulling, Apollo didn't budge. The stable hand growled in annoyance and slapped the wall. "Come on, you damn horse. I can't reach you there..." But the stallion was unmoved by his frustration. The back leg furthest from the human was now nearly impossible to reach. Grumbling, the stable hand got down onto his haunches and shuffled underneath the massive stallion. If his boss saw him, he'd be toast; getting kicked in the head by a hoof made for a lot of paperwork. But if Apollo really was hurt, and he didn't find out, his boss would kill him anyway when he found out. From under the horse, he could reach the final leg, and he ran his hands along it carefully. Nothing seemed wrong, thank God. Maybe the silly thing was merely out of sorts-- A gentle pressure on the back of his neck made him turn his head, and his cheek received a soft kiss from the stallion's dropping penis. He gasped, and fell backwards, eyes fixed in the hanging member. It was entirely pink and snaked out of its sheath with a languid motion like a creature slowly awakening in the morning sun. The stable hand had seen plenty of horse cocks before; he hardly even noticed them anymore. This one was so close, though, and so big...the stallion was definitely living up to the equine stereotype. The human grunted. Lucky bugger. If he was hung like that, life would be pretty great... He abruptly remembered where he was, and glanced up guiltily. He was the only one in the building, but this was a semi-public area; any number of people might wander through, and peer into the stall, and ask him why he was sprawled on the ground getting an eyeful of semi-erect horse penis. He'd be able to explain why, sure, but...he'd rather not. He shook his head. Back to work, idiot. He got to his feet, brushing straw from his clothes. "You're a very naughty animal," he said, patting the side of the horse. "That mare is in for the fuck of her life, isn't she?" As if he understood, Apollo whinnied, and then stepped forward, pushing past the human and blocking the stall's entrance with his body. The stable hand threw his hands up in annoyance. "Seriously? Move, you dumbass." The stallion peered at him, then let his tongue flop out and shook his head back and forth. "No! This isn't the time to play!" the young man yelled. He grabbed the halter again and tugged, but just as before, the horse did not move an inch. He simply waggled his head, and then -- with a meaty thud -- slapped his now-erect cock against his belly. He nickered, then belly-slapped again. The stable hand frowned. "Alright, I get it, you can smell the mare, and you're horny. But how am I going to take you to her if I can't get out of here?" The stallion did not seem concerned with his companion's small human problems and continued to belly-slap with obvious satisfaction. It sounded like someone smacking their hand against a huge side of beef, and it was accompanied now by the growing smell of the stallion's arousal. Above the omnipresent aroma of straw, and sweaty racehorse, and dung...the stallion's precum. The human had never been close enough to a masturbating horse to actually smell it before. It was far stronger than his own, even, and he was a real dripper. He wouldn't call it an unpleasant smell. Not at all. The horse's efforts were smearing the precum across his belly as well as his flare, and with each breath in, the human smelled it more, and the other smells less. There must have been something in the potent liquid, some ancient mammalian pheromone that was passed into the air to signal the powerful male's readiness to breed, because with a start the stable hand realised that he was growing hard. For the second time that afternoon, he shook his head to try to clear it, but with even less success than the first time. Between the sound of the stallion's tremendous dick slapping his belly, and the smell of the animal's sexual need growing by the minute, the human was feeling quite distracted. He laid a hand on the stallion's flank distractedly, stroking him as he tried to gather his thoughts. "It's alright, boy, we'll sort you out soon, don't worry." The mare would fix this. He'd seen it several times before. The stallion would be brought out, prancing about, head uplifted and lips raised in flehmen to pull in as much mare scent as he could. He'd be hard -- as hard as he was now, in fact -- and his surging motion would make the dick swing around under him like a fifth limb. As soon as he got close enough to the female, he'd push himself up, desperate to cover her. And when his weight was settled, he'd start thrusting; those strong leg muscles bunching up like springs to drive his cock. That same fat prick would ram forward a few times, missing its target until -- with a trumpet of success -- the stallion hit home. In one fell swoop, he'd bury his entire length inside the mare, as she almost buckled under him from the force of his mating. He'd jerk out and push back in, caring for nothing except to fit himself completely inside that warm hole. It rarely lasted long; within moments, he'd stop and seem to pause as he orgasmed deep inside her. If he wasn't fully hilted, you might even see the urethra pulsing, sending the stallion's swimmers to do their duty. Then, his pleasure taken, he'd pull back, and that same long, male length would reappear -- already shrinking -- along with a healthy glob of his seed. There he would stand, his penis soaked and still dripping a little, his chest heaving slightly, calm and assured: a brazen, arrogant statue of masculinity. Who could behold that and not believe that stallions were, in their own way, gods? By the time the stable hand was done daydreaming, he was rock hard. He didn't exactly have a thing for stallions. But he did have a thing for dick, and the way this horse was playing with his -- combined with memories of watching stallions fuck -- had gotten him aroused enough to not really care anymore. He took a short step back and glanced under the horse again. The horse cock was massive; fully engorged now, and arching down from the sheath like part of the world's naughtiest rainbow. The owner took good care of his horse, it seemed, and there was not a speck of smegma or dirt on the whole length. Only endless, endless inches of prime pink stallion cock. Fuck. Hot. He peered past the stallion, towards the entrance: there was no sign of another person, and indeed no reason for anyone else to be coming in for at least an hour. He stuck a hand into his pants and squeezed his hard dick. "If I...help you out, horsie, you gonna let me pass?" he asked, patting the horse with his free hand. Apollo nickered and stamped a foot. The cock lurched up to smack his belly again, and the human chuckled. "Alright, alright, let's see what we've got here." With a final careful glance at the still-empty stables, he knelt down next to the horse, bringing the pink member to eye level. He reached out and hefted the beast in his free hand. So heavy. He remembered one guy he'd slept with who'd had a particularly thick and lengthy dick: he had played with it for ages, stroking it and lifting it to feel its mass. Of course, Apollo had him beat in every metric, but the stable hand felt the same delight now, with the warm cockflesh resting against his skin. Dick -- any dick -- was gorgeous. He gazed at this one for a bit, noticing the veins that were invisible -- pink on pink -- until you were this close. The medial ring had grown more prominent as blood filled the organ, and the bulbous flare topped off the whole effect. The human was forced to pull his other hand out of his pants to support the full length, and squeezed it softly with both. "Amazing," he murmured to himself. The stallion had stopped trying to belly-slap when his companion had taken a hold of his cock, and now he stood calmly by as the human stroked and massaged him. Apollo's large nuts hung low, swinging about like plums whenever the horse shifted his legs. The stable hand eyed them, then reached out with a hand to weigh them. Together, they overflowed his palm. "You're a big boy in every way, Apollo," he said to the horse with respect. "Is your load as big as the rest, hm?" He returned the hand to the cock, tightening his grasp and sliding one between the base and medial, and the other the medial and flare. The horse made a nickering noise, and his cock jerked between the hands pleasuring it. "Yeah, you like that, boy?" The human put one hand over the flare, lubricating it with stallion pre-cum and smearing it over the shaft, before continuing to stroke it, moving faster now thanks to the lube. Apollo's skin quivered as the human worked. His cock grew fatter, and his flare larger. The stable hand noticed and licked his lips. "You getting close, stud?" He watched the stallion's flare pulse and shuffled forward a bit. "Lemme taste you..." He pulled the cock toward him and took a big lick of the horse's flare. It was powerful stuff: old urine, and precum, and sweat. The cock had been pulled up into a sheath for the race, he realised, and must have gotten a good dousing. It was hot. He dropped one hand back into his pants and pulled them down roughly, pulling out his cock as he manoeuvred the other hand behind the horse's flare. He squeezed the stallion as he jerked himself and licked the flare, the feelings and tastes combining into a heady, lustful mix. The stallion responded by thrusting forward, nearly knocking the human over. He grunted and braced himself better. "Come on, stud, give me your load..." he muttered, moaning and slobbering all over the horse's cock. He squeezed it harder, trying to simulate a mare, and was rewarded with a stronger jet of pre-cum that hit his lips and dripped from his chin. He licked it off eagerly. "Yeah, Apollo, come on boy, more, I want your cum...fuck, your dick is so big, stud..." The horse was thrusting against his hand now, but with his body already pressed up against the front of the stall, he couldn't push forward much more. The human still grunted with the effort of keeping his grip on the cock, and his mouth over it. The more he tasted that amazing cock, the more he wanted to taste. He could feel his own orgasm approaching and pleaded with the horse. "Come on, boy, let's cum together. I wanna taste you..." Even if the horse could have understood him, he was too far gone into his rut. As his balls rose, he gave a sort of gasping neigh, which the human did not understand at all. What he did understand was that, seconds later, the flare expanded again and the urethra opened up like an eye, before a blast of milky semen gushed out. The first shot hit the man right in the forehead, and he quickly tugged the flare down some more, letting him catch the remainder in his mouth. There were only four or five, but the stable hand moaned and sucked them all down, the overflow dripping from his mouth and onto his dick, greasing his wanking hand. It tasted raw and powerful, as he imagined a stallion's load should, and it pushed him over the edge. Half-muffling an ecstatic cry, he came as well, adding his own small contribution to the horse cum that had dripped from his mouth. Exhausted, he let the horse cock drop. As usual, it was already shrinking back up. He giggled when he realised he'd just finished drinking down a load that a breeder would have paid a small fortune for. And -- shit -- he'd also blown a horse. How about that. "Guess I'm an animal fucker now, Apollo," he mused at the stallion. Apollo snorted, then shuffled away from the entrance, back to the rear of the stall. The human, still breathing heavily, looked over at him. "Typical guy, huh...wham, bam, off to stand in the corner." He grabbed a handful of straw and scrubbed up the semen on the ground. The last thing he needed now was questions when they came to fetch Apollo for breeding. He dried his mouth on his sleeve and then got to his feet. He patted the horse's face. "Thanks, stud. Might see you again sometime." Then he pushed the stall door open and hurried away. Apollo watched the human go and smirked across the passage at Unicorn. "Told ya, bro," he said. The smaller stallion dipped his head in acquiescence. "You never bet against me." "Yeah, Apollo, you sure showed me." Unicorn nickered. "You are, obviously, the best stallion here." Apollo snorted in satisfaction. "Fucking right. That little guy actually did a pretty good job. Tiny mouth, but hot." There was some noise from outside, and a couple of new humans entered the stables. Apollo neighed loudly. "And now it's time to fuck that mare!" The scent of her wafted in, and several of the stallions nickered loudly, banging against their stall doors. "Sure is, best stallion," said Unicorn. "And you're not going to have any trouble, having just cum, are you? I'm sure they won't need to go for the backup, will they?" Apollo froze. He pulled at the air, smelling the mare, and feeling his lust rise up. But his dick did not seem to want to play along. He dropped, but couldn't harden. "Oh, you donkey..." he started to say, but the humans had reached his stall and were attaching the reins. "You sneaky little ponyfuck...!" A merry neigh followed him out of the stables. "Let me know how she smells, Apollo...or don't, I'm sure I'll get my shot soon enough. Good luck, softcock!" Apollo trumpeted his rage. ---------- The handlers all agreed later that Apollo had never been wilder. "He was clearly interested in the mare," commented one," but he simply didn't get hard. Never seen a stallion have that issue before. Hey, Andrew...you saw them earlier, right? Was anything wrong with Apollo?" The stable hand seemed a bit distracted. "Uh, no, no...pretty much as you expect," he said. "A fast start, then some focused effort, and a big finish." "...in the race, right?" Andrew smiled at some private joke. "Yeah. Where else, right?"