An as-yet untitled 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 rela- tionship. 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 anticipa- tion 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 percep- tive 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 immedia- tely 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 twitch- ing 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...
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