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"A Horse of a Different Color"
  by The Rider


One of the things I'd always cherished most about domesticated
horses was that I had always supposed they would remain dedicated
and faithful sexual partners for life. Well, at least my horse,
at any rate. It had never crossed my mind that things might
change, that our heaven-sent partnership might someday end. As
long as I gave him wild, regular sex - which meant every day - I
thought he would be content to have me as his lover. How wrong I
was!

On that fateful day I went out to feed and groom him early in the
morning, and found a mess of dried something smeared across his
shoulders and down his withers. I was so stunned that it took me
several seconds to identify it as slobber left there be another
stallion. I couldn't believe my eyes, but the evidence was right
there in front of me.

I had never heard of the homosexuality gene expressing itself in
horses, and I had always expected that if it did it would mean
only that the horse would prefer to screw other stallions and NOT
be screwed by them as well. I wasn't particularly outraged by
this startling discovery - in fact, I found the idea profoundly
exciting - but I knew that something precious had been taken away
from me right behind my back. I made up my mind there and then to
find out just what was going on.

Rani himself seemed quite unembarrassed and unashamed by it all,
and smooched up to me with an erection already swinging rampantly
beneath his belly. It had been our habit to make love every
morning, but today I pointedly ignored him - with some difficulty
I might add, though I made sure he didn't see it. His body was
like a magnet I was helpless to resist, and he snorted and
stamped his hooves, trying to get my attention.

"Hey!" he seemed to be saying indignantly. "ehhhhhh Here I am!
Here I am! What's wrong with you?"

Deliberately, I turned him out into the yard and mucked out his
box while he looked in through the open half-door questioningly.

"What in God's name have you been up to?" I asked him
rhetorically, looking over my shoulder as I worked. "I'll find
out, you know, one way or another. You won't hide the truth from
me."

I knew it had to have been his first time with whoever he had
chosen to surrender himself to. I'd have spotted the tell-tale
signs at once if it had happened before. So, it had to have been
last night! It had been a warm one, and I had left him outside in
his paddock all night without even a rug, free to pick and wander
as he chose. The stranger had to be from a stud or farm nearby.
But where? And had he come to Rani, or vice versa? The only way
to find out would be to follow him. Tonight.

I spent the remainder of the day doing the usual things:
gardening, tapping away at the computer, having a quick surf on
the Net. Rani stuck his head in my bedroom window to say hello
from time to time, but I was determined to keep my hands off him
until I found out where he was sneaking off to.

It was another glorious day, 28 Celsius, and an ideal opportunity
to give him the freedom to roam again all night. When the sun
went down I cooked dinner, then topped up his water, tidied up
his stall again before saying goodnight, and went back inside.
What he didn't know was that I had opened the front door so that
I could creep out silently and keep watch on him from the front
yard through my binoculars. I didn't expect to be rewarded
immediately - if he took off tonight I knew I would be lucky. But
it was scarcely 10:30 when he wandered down to the far corner of
his paddock and looked over his shoulder to see if he was being
watched.

"You sly bastard," I muttered admiringly.

A master of deceit he wasn't, but it was amazing that he bothered
to check at all. After waiting a minute he leaped clear over the
fence and disappeared. I ran down as quietly as I could, but it
wasn't hard to pick up his trail in the soft earth. It was cooler
than I had anticipated, but the moon was full and high, and I had
no trouble seeing where I was going. As long as he didn't hear
me...

He trotted west along a dirt road, not hurrying by the look of
it, and after a kilometer turned left down another track. I
pressed on for another five minutes, then heard a faint whinny up
ahead and melted away into the roadside bushes. Edging forwards,
I spotted him no more than a hundred meters ahead in an adjoining
field. But what was incredible was that he wasn't alone.

Standing in front of him was a second horse, jet black and almost
invisible next to Rani's snow-white form. I crept as close as I
dared, until I was less than twenty feet away. Fortunately, the
gentle breeze was blowing in my favor, and they couldn't catch my
scent as long as it stayed that way. So long as I stayed
perfectly still I would see everything...

They walked up to one another and touched noses tenderly,
exchanging breath as if kissing. Then as one they wheeled and
galloped away across the grass, manes and tails flying in the
wind. Around and around they hurtled, tossing their heads and
biting at each other's flanks as they ran. I felt jealous of
their speed and strength as they challenged each other to see who
was the faster. It was wonderful to watch their muscles pounding,
a joy to behold their enjoyment and playfulness. Then it occurred
to me that this was a form of courtship, that they were getting
their adrenaline pumping, building up their excitement as they
prepared themselves for sex.

Almost as if they knew I was there, they returned to the very
same spot panting and snorting, steam rising in clouds from their
athletic bodies. I wondered who would go first, watching intently
to see whether or not Rani was the one.

The other stallion was a thoroughbred by the look of him,
muscular but much younger than Rani, maybe no more than eighteen
months old. He was in superb physical condition, without an ounce
of excess fat. His coat shone like burnished metal, and turgid
blood vessels wound their way along his bulging thighs. His penis
looked thicker and chunkier than Rani's, jet black like the rest
of him. He was already nearly fully erect, and stood nuzzling at
Rani's rump as his libido grew and grew. The head of his penis
lifted to rest its flange snugly against his belly, and I knew
that I had never seen a horse's penis so stiff. Its tip was
pulsing visibly, and unless he found relief soon there was a
chance he might not last another minute. Despite its hardness
there was a collar of loose skin halfway down its stubby length.
I realized that it was much shorter than Rani's, and almost came
right then and there as I realized what a show I was in for. All
this time they were talking softly to each other the way that
horses do, encouraging and reassuring each other, communicating
their heartfelt affection for one another. They made a handsome
couple, and I knew that they were falling in love with each other
in a way I couldn't imagine. Such bonding was highly unusual, but
I knew it existed. Unless I could do something about it Rani
might not be mine for much longer.

At some unseen signal he turned to spread his hind legs wide in
readiness, inviting his friend to mount. With his tail lifted
high to one side I could see his anus opening and closing like a
mouth, begging for something only it could see. The black colt
lowered his head to sniff and lick at it, swishing his tail from
side to side in concentration. Suddenly, he pressed his shoulder
against Rani's bony hip, reared into the air with his front legs
thrown wide apart, and plunged forwards recklessly without a
sound.

I heard the impact of his weight land crookedly on Rani's broad
hindquarters, and he staggered under the weight, managing to
maintain his balance on the wet grass as his lover clutched
frantically around his waist. He jabbed at Rani desperately, the
head of his penis wagging about as he sprang forwards to push
himself in. It bounced off the inside of Rani's buttocks again
and again, and the young colt grew more and more impatient each
time he missed. Somehow, I restrained myself from jumping up,
seizing his massive cock and guiding him strait into Rani's
waiting anus.

"Go!" I urged him under my breath. "Go for it, boy! Go for it!"

In a split-second more I was sure he would have dismounted in
sheer frustration, but fortunately Rani chose that moment to step
to the left and reduce the angle. It was all the lust-maddened
young colt needed. With a mighty heave he drove the swollen head
of his ebony shaft in through Rani's gaping anus and deep inside
his moist, cavernous rectum. His front legs slapped tight around
Rani's barrel-like belly as he yanked his hindquarters forwards,
almost lifting his rear hooves off the ground with the brutality
of his thrust. Now that he was lined up, two extraordinary
strokes were all it took to take him to the brink. He punched
forwards once, then without a pause drew back and slammed his
penis home yet again. Straining with all his strength, his right
leg shuddered as he stood balanced precariously on one foot for a
long, timeless moment of purest ecstasy.

His head drooped drunkenly as he froze, his limbs locked rigid as
he shivered blindly in orgasmic rapture. Trembling helplessly, he
clutched dazedly at Rani as his tail flagged again and again, jet
after jet of his thick, milky jism gushing under enormous
pressure from the bloated crown of his burning phallus. They were
side-on to me now, and I could see clearly the expression on his
face as he thrust violently one, twice...a long pause, then for
the last time with his teeth bared in a silent snarl of sexually
enraged fury, his eyes rolling crazily about. His forelock had
tumbled down untidily across his gorgeous face, but of course
nothing else mattered to him right then; nothing else existed
except the head of his penis and his seed which was spurting out
through its retching eye. It was utter selfishness, simple animal
greed, and I knew Rani was just the same.

No matter how gentle they were in everyday life, stallions always
copulated violently with little thought given to delicacy or
care. They fucked furiously, as if afraid it might be the last
time they ever would. I felt myself swept away by the young colt
as he expunged himself into my own lover's bowels and wished that
for one instant I could trade places with him, to know what it
felt like to serve another stallion, to feel him solid and alive
beneath me.

To my surprise, the exhausted colt dismounted almost at once,
catching me unawares. Still hugely erect, not flaccid in the
least, his gigantic club-headed penis pulled from Rani's anus
with a loud slurping pop! It must have hurt both of them, and I
nearly cried out as he fell back on his haunches and landed
giddily on all fours. Slick with moisture, his shaft glistened
wetly as it flopped pendulously under him, sperm still dripping
copiously from its slit. Its head seemed as large as a dinner
plate, his distended bulb shining in the moonlight. Safely down,
he stood there with his head bowed for almost a minute, wheezing
hoarsely as he regained his composure. Rani watched him all the
while, almost admiringly, I fancied. But instead of trading
places they spent the next ten or fifteen minutes grazing
contentedly next to each other; taking a break between bouts, as
it were. I had only been watching for that same time, but already
it seemed like an eternity. Never in my wildest dreams had I
thought I would be witnessing something like this. It was a
fantasy come true, almost supernatural. I knew I was uniquely
privileged to witness it, but maybe now I could join in without
scaring the other off. It was Rani's turn next, and he knew me...

Still nibbling, they drifted closer together some time later, and
Rani lifted his head to give his friend a playful bite on the
rump. Despite this blatant signal that he was now ready, I was
almost expecting it to end there and then - I just couldn't
credit that the strange youngster would truly let Rani cover him.
He was a mature Arabian after all, heavy of frame and with a
penis to match, but I knew they were about to start again when I
noticed his tapered phallus swinging naked between his hind legs.
Its head nearly brushed the long grass, and its pink skin
glistened palest grey in the ghostly moonlight. Fluid dripped
from its head, mucous goo produced by his Cowpers Glands as,
slowly and surely, he rekindled his slumbering lust.

Like a cobra rearing into the air, his meter-long shaft weaved
and swayed as it stiffened and grew in eerie silence. I could see
its loose skin pulling tight as it pumped erect with every beat
of his heart. Rani shifted his weight from foot to foot like a
dancer as he braced himself, focused single-mindedly on the job
at hand. Like a fleshy bulls-eye, the black colt's anus filled
his vision as he sniffed it keenly, his ears pricked forwards
alertly in anticipation.

I edged forwards on my stomach and slid under the wire out onto
the grass. I knew I was taking a risk by doing so, but I was
completely confident that once Rani was on top of him with his
penis engulfed by his partners hot body nothing would persuade
him to stop. No, it wasn't a gamble. Nothing would stop him then!

His mind made up, I saw him lean back, and as he lifted his front
hooves from the ground I jumped up and moved in quickly to wait
beside him. Balanced precariously, he stood on his hind legs with
his upturned cock swaying from side to side, resting his forelegs
along the colt's strong back as it came to rest aimed surely
beneath his uplifted tail. Rani walked himself forwards jerkily
until his glans bumped between his hard buttocks. I wrapped my
fingers around the slender neck behind his flange and pressed his
pointed bulb firmly against the proffered opening. If he was
surprised by my help, he gave no sign. The moment he knew he was
on target he gave a jolt of his rump which jammed his crown in
through that puckered maw, pushing it inwards until his swollen
head was safely through. It rebounded back out along the length
of his turgid column of muscle and swallowed him up, further and
further as he drew himself onto the grimacing colt's rump as far
as he could climb.

Firmly in control now, he started to thrust with calm
determination, engorging himself with blood for maximum
penetration. His testicles swung back and forth with each heave,
his grasping forelegs hanging down around the colt's belly as he
hunched his shoulders, snorting grimly as he worked. His mane
shimmered and danced along his gracefully arched neck, his slack
muzzle leaving streaks of slobber uncaringly down the colt's
withers and back.

Already beyond the point of no return, his sexual technique was
something to behold as he fell back, paused for a long moment,
then hurled his entire body forwards to slam his hindquarters up
and in. Unlike the clumsy, inexperienced young colt, he was going
to milk the experience for all it was worth, holding himself back
as much as he could until his penis was aflame, until his sperm
was ready to explode from his glands like a bomb going off.

A second gut-wrenching thrust followed using the same method,
then a third, a forth, a fifth, and finally a sixth! Rising onto
tiptoes, he groaned in agony as his jerks became alarmingly
savage, every muscle of his body twitching spastically as he
reached his awesome climax.

With a dull grunt of bewilderment he ejaculated all at once, his
tail lashing the air as he blew his heavy wad of thick, milky
spoof into his lover's intestines with his ultimate, consummating
thrust. I held his penis and felt his urethra rippling beneath my
fingers, vomiting his seed in churning waves again and again and
again. By chance, I glanced down, and saw that the young colt had
an erection of his own proudly out-thrust beneath him. Without a
second thought, I let Rani go and knelt on the grass to take his
unfamiliar organ in my hands.

He flinched in shock, but with Rani pinning him down there was
nowhere to go. Luckily, the same though seemed to cross his mind
simultaneously, and his thick phallus did not resist my touch. I
began to massage his eager flesh, searching for the right grip to
drive him into action. It didn't take long.

Within seconds he was helpless to fight back. Above me, Rani was
still lost in the throes of orgasm. I could hear his feeble
gurgles of content as he stood locked in place, and the colt was
sliding his fat cock easily through my hands. His head swelled to
its fullest diameter - so much larger than Rani's! - and with a
barely restrained whinny of fury to warn me I found my face
covered in sticky white slime. I barely had time to react before
he shot again, and I laughed hysterically as his hot, curdled
juice spewed over me. I opened my mouth wide, and this time his
next jet fired strait through my lips with stinging force. I
swallowed hungrily, he gushed again, and I wondered how much more
he had left inside.

One last fountainous geyser burst from within him, and suddenly
it was all over. I sucked the last drops from his slit as his
penis softened in my hands. I let it go, and it flopped stiffly
free, sagging as it fell and went limp.

I gave it one last caress, and reached Rani just as he
dismounted. He had stayed resting on the colt's back to let his
own erection subside, and his flaccid penis popped out with a
soggy slurping sound. I caught its greasy dregs in the palm of my
hand and lapped them up happily as he slid back to earth, his
fluttering nostrils flecked with foam. Full of cum, my stomach
churned as if demanding more. I laughed again, louder this time.
What did I care if somebody heard? I was truly happy, perhaps
even more than I had been the first time I had masturbated Rani
way back when he was just 12 months old, so innocent and full of
curiosity.

How vivid the memory was of that shy, tentative encounter! I
would never forget it as long as I lived. And neither would he.
But what now? There was a new player in our relationship, and I
knew how selfish of me it would be to deny them their new-found
love. They had every right to it. Love was too hard to find as it
was. I felt glad for both of them, but it couldn't last.
Racehorses were moving around constantly, traveling from trainer
to trainer, track to track. Rani's boyfriend could be taken away
from him at any time, and there would be nothing I could do about
it.

Or was there?

A month later...

Life was good. Things were working out for me all over the place.
It seemed that nothing could go wrong. Even the building work was
all finished, and Rani's old wooden stable was ready to be
demolished. Beside it stood a large new unit, air-conditioned,
fitted out with every mod con, and room for two...not one.

I walked out into the afternoon sunlight to admire it. The
workmen had done an excellent job. All that remained was to
spread some straw about and let them in. I let out a shrill
whistle, and a few moments later Rani and his new companion came
cantering up the hill to see what was going on.

"Hello, you two," I said to them lovingly. "It's a beautiful day
to be alive, isn't it? What've the pair of you been up to?"

His eyes shining, Kris whinnied a reply, and I stroked his neck
as he whickered at me softly. What a fine stallion he would soon
become, although he had already proven it many times over! He was
displaying unmistakable signs of growing maturity, and not only
in how he made love. Patience was one of life's most important
lessons, and with careful training he would make a welcome
addition to our unorthodox little family. The last few weeks had
flashed by, one seemingly unending series of intense sexual
encounters, each of us taking turns as the dominant partner, our
bodies joined in an orgy of flying spunk and heaving,
sweat-stained bodies.

His owner had sold him willingly enough, though I could hardly
have explained why I was really buying him! Now he was where he
belonged: where his sexuality would be treasured, not out in the
meat-market world of professional racing where equine lives were
traded so cheaply.

Menage a trois, the French called it, a wonderfully romantic
description.

I bet they hadn't had anything like this in mind!

And to be truthful, neither had I.


                       -- The End --


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