Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2022 04:33:53 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Wild Horses Part 9 Rocks Off

Wild Horses Part 9 Rocks Off

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After a LONG hiatus I've come back to Wild Horses. We catch up with the at
the Great Dane Specialty Show.

This is a continuation of the very first story I had ever written. It is a
semi autobiographical story about a wild mustang stallion that I adopted in
1987. I named him Boukephalous, Bouki for short. He tamed down quickly like
in the story, but from there it is all fantasy. To understand the story you
need to start at the beginning (https://www.sofurry.com/view/81244). I hope
you give it a read and let me know what you think.

Wild Horses Part 9 Rocks Off

We pulled up to the Friday Dog Show Grounds and grabbed a parking spot
under the same big oak tree as we had the day before. We grabbed our our
chairs and a crate mat for Faz to lay on and placed them at ringside so we
had a good spot. While we were setting up Jan came over and placed her
chair next to mine. It was comforting that she was going to be here since
Barry wasn't gonna be with me the whole day because he had a few dogs to
show at the Golden Retriever, German Shepherd and Boxer specialties. None
of those clubs had a specialty Thursday which was why he had been able to
spend the whole day with me yesterday. Today he was just going to try to
head over when I was in the ring with Faz.

I left Faz in his crate so he would be alert when it was ring time. Jan and
I sat together and watched the Sweepstakes classes. I learned a lot from
sitting there discussing the dogs in the ring and what the handlers were
doing. Jan had brought some sandwiches and snacks and we dug into them
while they were taking pictures of the Sweepstakes winners. We watched the
regular dog classes when they began. The judge was a handsome gentleman who
appeared to be in his mid thirties. When they got to American Bred Dogs we
went to our vehicles and got Faz and Frank out and let them relieve
themselves. When I walked back to the ring with Faz a murmur went around
the ring. Everyone was looking at us as we came over to our seats and sat
down. Open Blue was in the ring when we sat down, and shortly after it
started Barry came back and sat down beside me.

Faz immediately went on alert, his ears sticking up like they were made of
steel. He obviously considered Barry a rival for his "bitch". Fortunately
Barry didn't know I was Faz's bitch, but he still thought it was funny all
the same. He just thought Faz was jealous of him because I was paying more
attention to him than to Faz. "This jealousy thing may work to our
advantage. We can do a bit of double handling. When you're in the ring
stacking Faz, I'll stand outside the ring in his line of sight. I bet he'll
stand up trying to look as tall as possible to try to intimidate me."

Soon the judge had made the placements for the Open Blue class and the two
Open Brindles went into the ring. Barry got up, walked out from under the
tent and waved me over to him. Faz and I got up and walked over to him, it
was obvious that he wanted to talk to me in private. When I got there Faz
made a point of positioning himself between us and was giving Barry the
keep your paws off of my bitch look.

"The judge today is gay. I won't hurt your chances today if you use your
body language to flirt with him." Barry said.

"What makes you think he's gay?" I asked.

"For one about half of the guys that show dogs are gay. And for another the
guy stewarding is his partner. They're a known couple." He said giving me a
"you're so naive look".

We didn't have time to talk much more since there were only 2 Open Brindles
in the ring. Soon the ring Steward was calling for Open Fawn and he called
our numbers into the ring. I was last in line again but as I filed in you
could hear a buzz outside the ring. As I passed the judge I smiled at the
judge. He smiled back at me and I trotted to the back of the line with Faz
at my side. I got there and stacked him. I got the lead up under his chin
and held his head up. The judge came stepped into the middle of the ring
and started looking down the line one at a time at the dogs.

Just then Barry moved into Faz's line of sight. Faz got up on his toes,
stretched his neck as high as he could and had an alertness and intensity
that I had never seen from him before. The judge almost did a double take
and a hush fell over the spectators. The judge looked over us a good long
time then he sent us around the ring. We waited under the shade with the
rest of the dogs that weren't being examined by the judge. Barry had
completely disappeared which had Faz scanning the crowd for him.

Frank was the second dog to get examined and soon Jan was running to the
end of the line to be in the shade with us. She walked up to me and asked,
"What's gotten into Faz today?"

"Why? Does he look bad?" I queried back.

"No he looks even better than yesterday!" She shot back.

"He's jealous of Barry." I said. "Barry and I slept in the bedroom and Faz
had to sleep in his crate in the living room." I conveniently left out the
fact that we had slept in the same bed and that Barry had had his way with
me.

Jan burst out laughing. "Well whatever it is he looks marvelous."

And with that it was our turn to get examined by the judge. The judge was
watching the next to last dog go around while I stacked Faz. Right when he
turned around to look at us Barry popped out from behind a van. Faz
immediately went on the alert. The judge smiled and I smiled back at
him. He came up to us and started going over Faz, who didn't move a
muscle. His eyes were locked on Barry. He stood back to get the big picture
look again then walked to the corner of the ring. He motioned us toward
him, at the same time Barry walked behind the judge but where Faz would
still be able to see him.

"Please take him to the corner and back." He said politely.

"Yes Sir." I replied and moved him to the corner and back to the Judge. He
came to a perfect four square stop in front of the judge, his head up and
his massive forechest jutting out. The judge moved to the side to see him
in profile again, then motioned us to go around the ring to the end of the
line.

By the time we had gotten to the end of the line everybody was already
stacked. I didn't even have to stack Faz because as soon as he saw Barry he
stacked himself and gave Barry the evil eye. The judge was in the middle of
the ring looking down the line. His gaze stopped a little longer on Frank
and to my surprise he hardly even looked at me. He motioned us to go around
the ring together as a group, which we did. As soon as we got back to our
positions he came back to me and pointed me to the middle of the ring. Then
he went to Jan and pointed for her to get behind us. He picked 2 other dogs
and then he said, "That's how I want them."

I led the group over to the ring steward. The judge handed out the ribbons
and I walked out of the ring. As I was leaving several other exhibitor
asked if they could go over Faz after Winners dog. I walked over to Barry
who was back at our chairs and said, "Man that really worked, I've never
seen Faz that intense."

Jan who was right behind me concurred. "Damn Barry what did you do to him,
he watched you like a hawk."

"I think he's just very jealous and protective of his master." Barry deftly
deflected the question without giving up the fact that we had been
intimate.

It was soon time to head back into the ring for winners dog and we were
called in right after the winner of the Harlequin class. Barry did his hide
and seek routine with Faz again and it really wasn't much of a contest, the
other dogs didn't have a prayer. The judge couldn't take his eyes off of
Faz. After doing a perfunctory going over of the other dogs he sent us on a
go around and half way around the ring pointed to me and said "Sir you will
be my Winners Dog." I ran over to the Winners Dog placard near the
Steward's desk and waited while he got the purple Winner's Dog Rosette and
a battery operated crate fan which was today's prize for Winners Dog. He
handed them to me and asked me the same question as the judge the day
before did. "Well does that finish him?"

"No Sir. This is only our second show. We won Best of Breed at the
specialty yesterday at our first show." I replied.

His jaw just about hit the floor. "Well make sure you crate him up so he'll
be rested for Best of Breed." He added as he handed me my prizes.

I walked out of the ring and Barry gave me a big congratulatory hug. "Well
you're two thirds of the way there! I've got to run to get my American Bred
Bitch to the ring. I'll do what I can to be back for Best of Breed." He
said as he rushed off. As soon as he left I was swamped by other exhibitors
offering congratulations and asking to go over Faz. I did manage to see out
of the corner of my eye that the Open Harlequin won the reserve.

Jan came out of the ring and to my rescue, "Faz still has to go in for Best
of Breed so he needs to cool down and get some rest. I'm sure you will be
able to go over him after the show." She said to all the well wishers.

I walked Faz to the truck and put him in his crate with some fresh water. I
made sure I brought my folder of pedigrees and went back to our chair
setup. I sat down beside Jan and she handed me a sandwich. There was a 15
minute break between Winners Dog and the Bitch classes starting so I
finished off the sandwich while Jan talked to me. "I really didn't know if
Jason was gonna give that to you. He has a reputation of putting up
colors."

"What do you mean putting up colors?" I asked my confusion obvious.

"Colors are any color of Dane other than Fawn. Fawns seem to have the best
gene pool in the breed so they tend to do most of the winning. Judges that
come from other colors seem to hold it against them and tend to put up
'colors'." She explained. "But he just couldn't get past Faz's obvious
quality."

"Do we have any chance in Best of Breed then?" I asked.

"Jason may be prejudiced in favor of colors but I know he will not want to
look foolish. Your biggest competition is Shadow and he's a fawn also. If
you make him look like you did in the classes you have a great chance in
the breed. He looked stunning."

We continued to chat about the dogs in the ring. I learned a lot about the
breed standard and the breed in general until Jan had to get her bitch
ready for Open Fawn. She won the class and came back to our setup while the
Open Harlequin class went in the ring. There were a lot more Harl bitches
entered today because of the Judge. "You should go get Faz out of his crate
and exercise him a bit."

I went over to the truck and got Faz out. He got on his hind legs, put his
paws on my shoulders and licked my face. Then he stretched his head as high
as he could. It was hilarious how jealous he was of Barry, he was trying to
figure out where Barry was. I couldn't help but chuckle. After about 20
seconds of looking he got down and I walked him to a tree so he could
"water it". After he was done we walked down to the ring. When I got back
Jan was in the ring for Winners Bitch. She did a good job of showing her
bitch, but the judge gave Winners Bitch to the Bred By Exhibitor Bitch
which today was a Harl and then gave Reserve to the Open Harl. While they
were taking pictures for Winners Bitch and Reserve Jan joined me at
ringside.

"Sorry you didn't win." I said consolingly.

"I didn't really expect to win under Jason, but I expect you to. Go in and
knock their socks off." She said as they started calling the Best of Breed
competition into the ring. The ring steward called Winners Dog and Bitch
into the ring last and we ran to the end of the lineup. Faz was alert but
not as laser beam focused as when Barry was there. Once we were all in the
ring the Judge walked to the center of the ring to look us over. Just then
Barry popped out of the crowd and waved. Faz's ears went straight up and he
got up on his toes, his neck stretched out to make himself appear as big as
possible.

"OK leashes up and take them around the ring." The Judge ordered. Barry had
disappeared but Faz was still on the alert. He literally strutted around
the ring like a badass dog, his eyes scanning the crowd for Barry. We went
to the corner of the ring in the shade while we waited for our turn. Shadow
was the first dog to be examined and soon he was done and back at the end
of the line by us. His handler didn't say anything to us, he just put a
damp towel over Shadow's back and grabbed an ice pack from a ringside
cooler and held it against Shadow's belly to try to keep him cool.

Jan came up to ringside and I asked her why he was cooling down his
dog. "Danes are big dogs and if they are always in air conditioning they
can't handle this heat and will wilt by the end of the class."

"But they really aren't doing anything." I said confused.

"They're running around the ring and it's hot out." She said matter of
factly.

"But Faz runs beside me and Bouki when I ride him, we go for miles." I
continued.

"Well none of the others do, I'm sure that's why Faz is so much more
muscular than the others." She concluded.

The last Special was being moved by the Judge so I walked over and stacked
Faz and Winners Bitch stacked behind us. The judge turned to look and again
Barry popped out of nowhere. Faz of course went on high alert causing the
Judges eyes to stay riveted to him. He sent us both around. Everyone else
was already stacked by the time we got to the end of the line so we did the
same.

The Judge pulled me out and had me stack behind Shadow then he pulled out a
black bitch Special to stand behind us. He motioned for us to all go around
the ring and when we stopped he came over to us and told Shadow's handler
and I to, "Go half way around the ring and free bait them." Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Barry meander over to the other side of the ring so
he would be in Faz's direct sight line. Shadow led the way to the middle of
the back stretch and then his handler made a major mistake. Instead of free
baiting him so he was facing forward, he swung him around so he would be
facing Faz. Faz was bigger than his dad and more muscular from all the
running he did, plus he was one pissed puppy. He got up on his toes, arched
his neck and glared at Barry. But I think Shadow thought he was glaring at
him and he was totally intimidated.

To his handlers mortification his ears went half way down and he slightly
tucked his tail between his legs. He tried to distract him with some bait
but the damage was done. The Judge signaled us that we should continue
around and back to him. He pointed for me to go to the front of the line,
the bitch behind me and Shadow behind her and sent the whole group around
the ring.

Half way around he pointed at us and said, "Sir you will be Best of Breed
and Best of Winners." Then he pointed to the handler behind me and said
"Sir you will be Best of Opposite Sex." We ran over to the Best of Breed
placard and the bitch and her handler followed. The judge grabbed the
Rosettes off of the stewards table and the ring steward brought the
prizes. He handed me the purple and gold Best Of Breed Rosette and the Blue
and White Best of Winners Rosette and said, "That is the best Great Dane
I've seen in a long time, maybe ever. I'm sure you'll have no trouble
finishing him." He then went back to give the red and white Rosette to the
handler behind me while the ring steward handed me a shaded folding chair
with Best Of Breed Great Dane Club of North Central Florida stenciled on it
and a crate mat for the Best of Winners prize.

We walked out of the ring and again the other exhibitors gathered around
Faz firing questions at me, mostly about his pedigree. Fortunately Jan came
to my rescue answering a lot of the questions about Faz's pedigree. We had
to break away to take pictures and Jan helped me carry all of our prizes to
the area they were taking pictures. We arranged all the prizes and I
stacked Faz up for the photo. I had already figured out that the politics
in dog shows was important and that in addition to actually taking a
picture of your win, the picture taking process allowed you to schmooze the
Judge a bit.

"Was this only your second show or just your second show with this dog?"
The Judge asked as I handed him all the rosettes that Faz had won that day.

"Both Sir." I replied. "My Vet's husband is a handler and he thought that
Faz might be good enough to be a show dog."

"Might be good enough?'' He said laughing. "This may be the best Dane I've
ever seen. I don't normally put up class dogs or fawns for Best of Breed,
especially at Specialty Shows but you two didn't leave me any choice. He
was head and shoulders above anything else in the ring." He paused and
asked, "How many points does he have now?"

"Barry said he has 10 points now." I said unsure of myself.

"So it was a 5 point major yesterday too?"

"I guess. That's what Barry and Jan told me.

"I'm judging Best in Show tomorrow at the All Breed Show, I hope I see you
there." He said shaking my hand. I gathered up my stuff and walked back to
the where Jan had grabbed us some chairs at the hospitality area. As soon
as I got back over there I was mobbed by breeders wanting to go over Faz
and asking me things about his pedigree.

I had Jan there with me and she answered most of the questions while I
stacked Faz for people to go over. He enjoyed the attention. It seemed like
there were at least a dozen breeders that were planning on using him at
stud. My mind was reeling with the thought of how much money I'd make if
people were that interested in Faz. I mean at $1000.00 a crack I could make
a nice supplement to my income. That was until I heard Jan talking to the
crowd.

"I'd suggest if you have something to breed to him you should probably do
it quickly. Once he has puppies on the ground I would guess his stud fee
will go up to $1500.00." She said to the assembled breeders that were going
over Faz. I didn't say anything. She knew what she was doing, she was a
self made millionaire and had been breeding Danes for 20 years.

Great Dane Club of North Central Florida put on a great hospitality late
lunch and Dr. Beverly, Barry, and his assistant joined us. But I didn't
have much time to talk with them because other Great Dane breeders and
handlers kept coming up to talk about Faz.

Finally when the hospitality was over Barry asked "Would you mind giving me
a hand at the Boxer and German Shepherd specialties? It looks like I may
have some conflicts."

"Sure. I mean how can I refuse with all the help you've given me." I
replied.

"You can probably handle some of the boxers, they're shown very similar to
Danes." He continued.

He got one of the Boxers out and showed me how to stack it. I gave it a try
and he said. "You really seem to have a way with animals, you're a real
natural at this."

"Thanks." I said for lack of a better response. I definitely seemed to be
more attuned to all animals since my transformation. I began to wonder what
other traits I had picked up from Bouki.

I managed to win my class with the 12 to 18 month dog and took third with
the American Bred dog, but only the open bitch that Barry showed managed to
get any points. I helped them get all their dogs into the trailer and I
loaded up Faz when we were all done for the day. Barry and Dr. Beverly
decided to take in a movie and dinner, but I just grabbed a couple of
burgers and some fries and headed back to the motel room with Faz.

Faz and I headed into the room and I locked the door safety latch after I
closed the door. I took the leash off of Faz and got him a bowl of water. I
walked into the bedroom and flipped on the evening news. I had already
taken off my sports jacket and hung it up in the closet and was in the
middle of taking off my shirt when Faz finished his drink and came into the
bedroom. He watched me closely as I put my shirt in a clothing bag, removed
my shoes and took off my dockers. He was obviously getting excited as I put
the dockers in the clothing bag too.

I had planned on taking a shower so I pulled off my tighty whities. The
next thing I knew Faz had charged across the room and jumped on my back
knocking to my knees. He hooked my hips with his front legs and started
thrusting. I didn't fight it and soon he found his mark. He drove it in in
one thrust and then started jackhammering me like I was his bitch. I don't
think he'd forgiven me for letting Barry fuck me the night before.

But who was I to complain. He was energetically fucking me and it felt so
good. I was as hard as a rock as his huge cock got bigger with each
thrust. Each time it went over my prostate my cock oozed precum and I used
it to lube myself as I started to stroke myself with my right hand. The
only bad thing about it was that Faz was already down to the short strokes,
his knot expanding as he tied with his "bitch". The good thing was with a
knot his size is that it gave my prostate a good working over and had me on
the edge in no time. His huge low hanging balls were beating a rhythm
against mine when he finally gave one last thrust and started shooting his
seed deep into me.

I was stroking furiously as he continued to shoot deep in me. His huge knot
pressed up against my prostate and pulsing with each beat of his heart
helped me to go over the edge myself, shooting my load all over the carpet.

Faz was not trying to dismount, he was still gripping my hips possessively
with his front paws trying to hold himself as deeply into me as he could as
he bred me. After a minute or so he leaned forward and started licking my
ear as he shifted his weight from rear leg to rear leg as he milked his
knot on my sphincter.

It was obvious that he was still jealous about Barry the night before and
he was going to make sure that I knew I was his bitch. Unfortunately a dog
like Faz could stay tied for half an hour to an hour, so I was stuck to
him. About 5 minutes into the tie he dismounted, lifting his right leg over
my back and turning so we were stuck butt to butt. When he turned his fist
sized knot twisted against my prostate sending a new flow of pre to start
oozing from my dick. I kept milking his knot with my sphincter, rotating my
hips to keep a steady massage on my prostate the whole time. Between that
and slowly stroking my precum covered 12 inches, I was able to keep myself
on the edge for the whole time we were locked together.

But after forty-five minutes I could feel his knot start to soften and I
knew he would be soft enough to pull out in a minute or so. When he did he
was still big enough that he pulled out with an audible popping
sound. There was a sharp pain for a second, but before he could go over to
a corner to lick himself I picked him up and put him on the bed. I rolled
him on his back and grabbed the base of his knot to try to revive his
erection. I grabbed some pre off of my dripping cock and used it to massage
the sensitive head of his member. It was working as I felt blood pulsing
back into his erection and I could see it growing back to it's full size.

I positioned myself between his legs and put them over my shoulders. I
leaned forward until I was chest to chest with him, my erection resting
against his. I started to thrust against the base of his huge knot. Just
the thought that it was what had just been deep in me, "breeding" me, had
my libido at fever pitch. Our balls were together and as I started
thrusting, Faz responded by thrusting against me also. I realized then that
the stallion traits that I had gotten from our transformation from Bouki
were coming to the fore. I started to snort a little like a stallion would
when he was jamming himself into a mare. Just the fact that there were two
horny virile male animals enjoying each others virility gave our thrusting
an intensity that had to be felt to be believed.

To my surprise Faz started to squirt pre again even though he had just bred
me. I had been steadily spurting pre ever since we had started. It was just
a swampy mess at out junction, which facilitated out frotting, making it
slicker than any man-made lube ever could have.

I gripped his chest tighter than ever as I ground my engorged flesh against
his urgently. I reached up, pulled his head toward mine and brought his
lips to mine. I licked them and when his tongue came out to lick mine I
sucked his tongue into my mouth and started to suck on it as we continued
to grind. This was the first time I'd really taken the lead when Faz and I
were making out. I wondered if it was some of the stallion traits I gotten
from Bouki coming to the fore. Faz's knot was fully engorged now. It was
hard as a rock and I was rubbing against the base of it with the base of my
cock. My foreskin was sliding back and forth over the engorged head of my
dick bringing me to the edge. My balls drew up as I could hold back no
longer. I felt Faz start to cum and soon rope after rope of thick cum was
shooting out of my cock all over Faz's cock and belly. I grunted as I shot
each spurt. I let Faz's legs slip off of my shoulders and I collapsed on
top of him, both of us exhausted from out exertion.

I rolled off of Faz and turned my back to him. He rolled over so he was
spooning me and rested his head across my neck. And that was how we awoke
in the morning.