Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2022 03:22:50 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Wild Horses Part 5 Some Girls

Wild Horses Part 5 Some Girls

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Wild Horses Part 5 Some Girls

Bouki and I didn't get up until noon. I got him a couple of pints of sweet
feed for breakfast and I went in and made myself some eggs, bacon and
toast. Bouki was waiting for me by the back door.

"I've got a new thing for you to learn. I want you to develop some more
self control. I want you to start using the bathroom only when you are out
in the yard, not in your stall or anywhere else inside the barn. I promise,
if you can learn to only do your business outside, that it will definitely
be worth the effort."

"I'll try Master." Bouki said uncertainly.

"I don't expect you to be perfect at first; it will be hard to break the
habit of going whenever you feel the urge. I won't be mad when you have an
accident, but if you can learn to control yourself it will really help me."

"I'll try hard Master, I want to please you."

I hugged him and kissed him on the forehead. "I know you do and I am very
pleased with my little colt."

We took a ride around the neighborhood, Bouki showing off as usual. He was
always so proud to have me on his back. It was such a joy to ride him. We
had become such a team that I almost felt like we were a unit, like a
centaur. When we got onto one of the red clay roads, I kicked him into gear
and let him gallop at full speed, past all the ranches. It was almost like
flying, his stride was so smooth. Of course all the mares came out to see
him, trying to flirt with him. The three we bred last night were especially
demonstrative, desperately wanting him to put out the fires in their tight
little twats again. That wasn't going to happen. They were already in foal,
and there were too many other mares in other pastures that were in heat to
waste seed in mares that were already carrying his (our?) foals.

"Keep your eye out for pastures with lots of mares in season, that is if
you think you are up to it after last night."

"Master, I'm a 3 year old stallion, at this age we are always ready." He
said with a grin.

We located a pasture that seemed to have plenty of eager mares. I made a
mental note of which one it was so we could find it in the dark. I was off
all day today, and I didn't have to go back until 3:00 pm tomorrow. I had a
plan to check if I could breed a mare and what I would throw if I did. We
just had to find the right mare. I was hoping to find a chestnut mare for
me to breed. We would make sure that Bouki didn't breed it. If it produced
a foal we would be pretty sure I was producing horse sperm in addition to
human sperm. If the foal was a palomino, then it was likely that the horse
sperm that I was producing was identical to Bouki's, which is what I
suspected. A chestnut bred to a cremello can only produce a palomino, so we
would at least know that the color genes in my semen were either palomino
or cremello. If it was just my genes modified it would probably have a dark
hair color since my hair was black. At the very least we could determine if
I was producing horse sperm and have fun doing it.

Bouki stood by the fence and whinnied in his best horsey Brad Pitt
imitation and all the mares in season came to the fence to try to seduce
him. This was a big ranch and there were seven mares in season, enough to
keep us busy for several nights. Best of all one of them was a chestnut.

I pointed to her and said, "Bouki you can breed any of the others, but this
one is mine. We're going to find out if I can get her in foal."

"OK Master." He said grinning.

We continued our ride, and when we got back Bouki had run off all his
excess energy. We went through our standard rub down and bath, omitting the
hot sex part of course. We needed to save our strength and our seed for
tonight.

"I've got some things to do in the house." I said to Bouki as I walked over
to the house.

The north side of the house had a large family room with a door that opened
to the back yard. It was the coolest room of the house and it had a
terrazzo floor. It was just perfect for what I had in mind.  Earlier I
mentioned that I had a Great Dane and an Irish Setter. When I first got
Bouki, he was afraid of the dogs, so for his protection and theirs, they
stayed in the house and in my front yard which was fenced. They slept in my
room on the bed. Since Bouki and I had our transformation and I had been
sleeping in the barn with Bouki, I hadn't been spending as much time as I
should with the dogs. The Great Dane was a big faun male, named Tralfaz,
which was the real name of Astro on the Jetson's cartoon. He was 36 inches
at the shoulder and weighed 180 pounds. The Irish Setter was a female named
Mandy. She was large for an Irish Setter bitch, she was 28 inches at the
shoulder and about 80 pounds. While I was in the house, they followed me
around. I was going to have to get them and Bouki to at least accept each
other, if not become friends, for my plans to work.  I spent a couple hours
taking out all the furniture and junk that I kept in the room. I left the
TV in the room and brought in a dresser and my recliner. The dogs followed
me around as I moved the furniture, happy that I was spending some time in
the house with them. Bouki looked in the window for a few minutes, got
bored, and went out to the pasture to graze.

When I finished I yelled, "Bouki, I'm going to the store to get some
groceries."

He ran up to see me off, I hugged him and gave him a goodbye kiss.

"Are you going to be gone long."

"Probably about 2 hours, but don't worry, I'll bring you back some apples
and carrots."

I went to the feed store and bought some horse pellets and some sweet feed
then I did my grocery shopping. Then I stopped at a furniture store and
picked out a king size box spring and mattress that was to be delivered
later in the week.

I came home, unloaded everything and put it away. I grabbed a couple of
apples and carrots, snagged a cold beer from the fridge and went into the
den. I went to the door and called out, "Hey Bouki! Come here."

He came galloping up, "Yes Master."

"Do you want to come in and watch some television?"

"You're going to let me come in the house?"

"Just in this room, since your hooves can't damage terrazzo. And I assume
you have enough control not to potty on my floor."

"Yes Master!"

I sat down on the easy chair and Bouki crouched down beside it. He rested
his head on the arm of the chair, so I could rub his ears while we watched
TV. I pushed the on button on the remote and the TV came on.

Bouki jumped. "What's that?"

"That's TV."

"How did the little people get in the box?"

"They are just images, made to entertain us." I flipped through some
channels; most of them didn't interest Bouki, until I ran into an old
spaghetti western. That perked him up. The horses running and the western
scenery must have reminded him of his old home. We watched it for a
while. Then I asked, "Do you miss being in the wild."

"I don't mean this to be disrespectful Master but, ARE YOU CRAZY? Why would
I want to be out in the wild where I had to fight for everything I had, and
I could lose it all if I lost my next fight defending my mares. And if I
did lose my harem, the new stallion would rape my mares until they
miscarried my foals, so they would be able to carry his foals. I did that
when I won my harem. But most of all I wouldn't be with my Master, who
loves me and takes care of me."

He nuzzled my cheek and licked my ear.

"OK, I'm convinced." I laughed as I caressed his cheek.

 "Bouki, do you think you can be friends with the dogs." I said after
sitting there for a few minutes.

"Wolves hunt horses, I don't like wolves."

"They aren't wolves, they're dogs and they're friendly. I thought you
trusted me not to let anything hurt you. I love you, but I love them
too. If you give them a chance I think you will like them too."

"If they're important to you, I will try." He said dubiously.

I opened the door and yelled, "Mandy, Faz come here."

They came charging through the house upon hearing me call them. I didn't
let them rush in, I grabbed each of the by the collar and led them to
Bouki, who was still crouched by the couch. I led Faz up to him first and
let them touch noses. Bouki was holding his breath, and Faz was a little
leery at first.

Then his tail started to slowly wag, and soon it was wagging
uncontrollably. He started licking Bouki all over his face.

Bouki let his breath out and said. "He likes me!"

"I told you he is OK."

Faz swung his rear around and rubbed up against Bouki. I let Mandy loose
and she shyly sidled up to Bouki and sniffed him. While she wasn't as
exuberant as Tralfaz, her tail slowly started to wag.  "See Bouki, they
want to be your friends."

We all watched TV for about half an hour until about 6:00 PM and then Bouki
and I went out to the barn to take a nap. Bouki lay on the blanket then I
lay down behind him my head even with his head, I threw my leg over his
shoulder, which buried my cock in his mane. I put my arm around his neck
right below his chin. "Let's get some sleep so we're fresh when we go to
knock up those mares."

"I can hardly wait. Master, I like breeding the mares, but will there still
be times when we have sex together?"

He sounded concerned. "You don't think you can get out of getting that cute
little asshole fucked that easily, do you. No, I plan on making sure you
know just who the alpha is."

"I don't want to get out of getting fucked by my Master. I miss it
already."

"Bouki, I was just joking." I had forgotten that sarcasm always goes right
over his head, he took things too literally. "If I had to choose between
only screwing mares and only screwing my little colt, it would be your
tight little ass I choose. But we don't have to pick. We can really only
get them when I have days off or I am working second shift. All the rest of
the time I promise you, I will be filling that velvety rectum of yours with
my seed. Someone has to make sure my cocky colt knows his place."

"I'm glad Master. When you fuck me it makes me sure you still want me and
love me."

I hugged him and said, "Don't you ever trouble yourself over that. As long
as you're my obedient little pet and you acknowledge me as your Master, I
will ALWAYS WANT YOU AND LOVE YOU. It's because I love you that I want to
see you knock up those mares, so you will have a lot more foals than you
would have had in the wild."

We got up from our nap at 11:30 PM and grabbed a small snack. I made myself
a sandwich and I gave Bouki a couple of the carrots and apples I bought at
the store that afternoon. We finished our treats and went watched TV for
about an hour, digesting our snacks. I figured by then nobody would be
prowling around the pastures. We went out to the barn and put Bouki's tack
on and headed out for our next round of stud service on those lonely
mares. We reached the pasture were the mares were that we planned to breed
and Bouki cleared the fence. The mares were all circling around, trying to
get him to mount them first.

I dismounted and removed Bouki's tack and then dropped my drawers. "Go
ahead and test them. See which two are farthest along so you can breed them
before they go out of season."

He went to the first one, nuzzled her vulva and she let loose a stream of
urine. He took some in his mouth and performed flehmen on it. He repeated
this ritual for all seven of the mares. Then he came back to me and
reported. The chestnut that you want is ready to be bred right now, that
bay and the gray are near the end of their seasons and need bred
tonight. The other four are ready but will still be breedable for several
days.

I led my mare to over to another fallen stump and Bouki herded the bay
nearby. I went behind her and started to warm her up, when I noticed an
unfamiliar but heady smell. I got hard as a rock and I realized that I
could smell that she was in season. While my sense of smell wasn't
improving in general, I was starting to be able to detect specific horse
scents. I was also up to about ten and a half inches now. The rate of
growth seemed to be accelerating, rather than slowing down. If I got too
much bigger all I would be able to breed would be mares, I would scare away
any woman that saw me. I guess I wasn't finished transforming yet.

As we finished positioning our mares, we looked at each other and
grinned. We both had the same idea. We both mounted up and plunged our
dicks into our mares, the race was on. Bouki could not thrust as fast as I
could , but horses usually have a quicker trigger than people. But I was
not sure that I was completely human any more, and I was sure Bouki wasn't
completely equine. He definitely seemed to have much more staying power
than the average stallion. I was able to get about 4 or 5 thrusts for every
thrust one of Bouki's thrusts, and I was starting to get that tingle in my
balls that was the harbinger of an impending orgasm. The little filly that
I was breeding looked back at me with lust, it seemed like I was enough of
a stud for her. I glanced over at Bouki, watching him bury his HUGE cock
into his mare was turning me on even more, bringing me to the brink. To my
surprise I was starting to snort and whinny uncontrollably just like
Bouki. We grunted in unison, signaling our orgasms. I felt a huge torrent
of semen blast out of my cock into the mare as she spasmed around my
cock. I think if I would have had a tail I would have flagged it like a
stallion. My mate whinnied her approval, as I filled her. With my foal? We
would find out in a year, I planned to have Bouki check every night until
she went out of season, to see if anyone else had bred her. If no other
stallions are involved, we would have a good idea if she didn't come back
into season the next month.

I watched as Bouki dismounted, semen gushing out as he pulled out. The
night now reeked of horse sex, and the other in season mares had worked
themselves into a frenzy. I went over to him drawn by the odor, that due to
my enhanced senses I was able to smell. The odor on his member drew me like
a moth to a flame. I could smell the odor of his female all over it and it
had me mesmerized. I knelt down beside him and started cleaning him,
licking both their juices off of him. The odors, flavors and pheromones
were opening another world of sexual excitement, which had never existed
for me. I was as hard as a rock from this new exciting sensory
experience. The stimulation was getting Bouki hard again too. I loved
feeling that firm stallion flesh, even more so now that I had seen it in
action. Bouki was again as hard as a rock and ready to roll.

"Are you ready for round 2?" I asked.

"You bet I am!"

He went over to the gray mare. She pulled her tail up to expose her winking
vulva. Bouki licked it, and she let loose a stream of urine for him to
test. He sampled it and curled his lip back testing it, even though he knew
she was ready. Now that I could smell the hormones and pheromones, I
understood why he did it. It was just for the sheer pleasure, the primal
sensory overload that got your heart racing, knowing that this mare was
ready and eager to carry your foal. This time I wanted to guide him into
his mare and feel his seed as it pulsed through his urethra into his
mare. He was still slick from me cleaning him off, but it didn't make a
difference. She was sloppy wet in anticipation of that huge slab of
stallion meat that was going to take her virginity. He mounted up and
waited while I guided his head in, then he jammed three quarters of it into
her with one brutal thrust.

She flinched but then held steady for the stud of her dreams. He pulled
half way out then plunged in until he hilted himself in this tight little
filly. He drove in and out of her, his hooves coming off the ground with
each brutal thrust. She whinnied out her lust, and Bouki drove himself in
the final time. I felt his seed pulse through that thick tube, filling her
maiden womb with his life giving seed. His tail flagged with each spurt of
his ejaculation. With my free hand I cupped those huge balls; they jumped
with each pulse of seed he ejaculated.

My heart raced just being a part of my precious boy fathering another
foal. Far from being jealous, I loved seeing him pass his genes on to the
next generation. I loved him too much to ever get tired of that. He
dismounted; I was splattered with his excess semen that came gushing out of
her vulva as his huge domed head pulled out with an audible "plop".

While he caught his breath for a few seconds I went over and repositioned
my mare in front of the log. I was going to breed her several times, since
even in my enhanced state, I didn't produce nearly as much semen as the
average stallion. I positioned myself, peeled back the foreskin and got
ready to guide myself into my willing mate, when Bouki called out.

"Wait Master! Please let me guide you into her."

I was trembling in excitement; Bouki grabbed me with his lips and guided me
to her winking vulva. I plunged in, to her whinny of delight. I soon had a
good pace going, when all of a sudden I felt Bouki's velvety tongue on my
balls. It felt exquisite, it was everything I could do to keep from blowing
right there. He continued to lick his way down until he was licking our
union. I had never felt anything like it, I knew I wouldn't last long. My
mate was clamping down on me, she was about to get her reward. One last
swipe of Bouki's tongue was all it took to put me over the edge and I
erupted. I whinnied as I slammed into her, my balls got that tingly
feeling, and I felt my seed jet through my member. It felt more intense,
from the pressure of Bouki's tongue on the base of my cock, constricting my
urethra. My mate whinnied in response and ground back on me trying to get
me as deep as possible as I bred her. I emptied my balls in her, I knew I
was spent for the evening. When I pulled out of her, I stood there catching
my breath. To my surprise, she turned around and started cleaning me off. I
looked at Bouki questioningly.

"She is acting like you are her herd stallion; I think she has a crush on
you." He said as he burst out laughing.

"Oh, you think you're so funny, I don't see yours cleaning you off." I
jabbed back.

"Of course she isn't, she knows your the Alpha. They can tell just by our
body language."

"Well mine completely drained me; I'm done for the night."

"Me too, the others can wait until tomorrow night."

We grinned at each other like conspirators. I got dressed and saddled Bouki
up. I mounted up and he cantered toward the road. He cleared the fence with
ease, and we started home. He wasn't as exhausted as last night, but he was
too tired to show off to the other horses as we rode home.

When we got home we went through our ritual of tack removal, rub down and
bath. After I dried him off, we made our way to the blanket.