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Chapter 2: Equiphilia

_First I want to thank those who have read so far, and I am happy to hear what you think. I'll admit that the height differences were a bit much after a reread, so they might be a bit scaled back. However, our stallions will still be big and muscled, and our poor Ken will still be in just as much trouble as was intended! Hopefully for those of you waiting for a little something more, this will aim to please!

So from here, I say, read on..._

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It took the better part of three hours to finally get the large stall cleaned out, Korva finally fed and bedded down, and even accepting a brushing from his new stableman Ken Harrison. But as he locked up the equitaur for the evening, Ken was flushed from the scent of the great creature having been in his nose for the entire time, and he couldn't get two things out of his head...

Those wonderful eyes, and that pouting ass.

Clocking out from the half-day, he made sure to stop by the ranch's cafeteria and all but inhaled a quick meal as provided for the workers, responding as charmingly as ever to the ladies who worked there, and getting more than a few blushes. Ken knew he was a big boy compared to most. Standing half a foot shy of seven feet tall, and naturally broad, some thought he was a bit apish growing up, but when his physique finally blossomed in high school, they couldn't wait to get him out on the football field. He was something of a celebrity during the two years on the team, even going so far as to nickname him Stallion. But he felt like a small and weak thing compared to the at least ten foot tall and profoundly powerful form of his new...

What was he supposed to call him, Ken pondered to himself, while gulping down a tall glass of water, and going to get a refill.

The moment when Korva was leaning in and snuffling at him, moving lower and lower along his front sent a fresh flush through him, and a painful ache right into the young man's balls. The overalls he was still wearing hid the worst of his rather shameful arousal from the small crowd in the cafeteria, but it just made him belt down the chili and mashed potatoes he'd picked out for supper, put up his tray, and get out to his old truck as fast as possible.

The ride home for him was something of a nervous thing, feeling as if there was eyes upon him, the guilt of the alluring images stuck in his mind as he tried to mind the speed limit, the radio blaring out some pop music from the local station to try and stray his mind from what he was feeling at the moment.

"Ah ain't gay're nuthin... Ain't never e'en looked atta 'nother guy lakh that.", Ken muttered to himself as he pulled into the driveway of the nearly-abandoned family farm, and down the dirt road to the main house. Like most of the things in his life, it was older, starting to show that age in little places that needed fixing. Fixing he could do, having had to learn himself how to handyman everything from basic plumbing to eletrical for the home, because repairs were easier than the remodel he knew it needed... or just to be taken down and built over.

The thought of losing his home, still the last tangible link he had to the mother he'd lost the day he was born, and the father who'd died of the plague of the modern world, took the starch out of his shorts rather quick.

Getting the reliable old iron stove going, and settling into his bedroom as the cool seeped into him from the chill that seemed to cling to the air from the sheer emptiness of the place. He never felt the need to change anything, nor remove anything from the master bedroom, except for the occasional set of clothes when he needed something that was nicer than the few things he had to his name. But now, with his new job, he should finally have the money to update himself into his first new clothes in at least three years.

As he laid there in the buff, letting the cool evening air caress and kiss his skin, it took his mind right back to the sensation of Korva's breath brushing across his body, powerful enough to be felt through the thick denim of his work clothes, stirred his smoothed body back into life. Unlike most of the guys he'd seen in the showers, he'd never had a lick of body hair his entire life. Just his eyebrows and his dark red hair he had to get cut every other week because it grew like a weed. No one ever bothered him about those things, usually because he was too kind or too charming, or something too intimidating for them to say it.

Now he wrapped his hamfist about his nine inch pecker, squeezing the heated flesh as the image returned to him. That perfectly round, slightly crinkled, puffy equine undertail. His rational mind revolted against the imagery to a degree, but just as much a part of him was a sense of wanton lust at the sight of it, something he'd never allowed himself to indulge before. His pace increased along his length until he was pumping away furiously as his brain spun with the possibilities of it all... what if he could kiss it, stick his tongue inside to taste the real flavor of the huge equine male, or even line himself up and press his...

The mental image of Korva flipping his tail up and looking over his shoulder at him with those beautiful blue eyes, and Ken gripping those wide hips and pushing his throbbing, needy cock into that puckering, pouting, begging hole made his back arch, and a choked moan escape from Ken's chest and throat as he came harder than he'd done in week, balls disgorging like a machine gunner team, sending rounds of pearly seed up so far as to hit his sweat-shined chest, where it near to sizzled. In his mind, the world went white... then red... then black.

Ken didn't realize he'd passed out until the light of dawn kissed the side of his eyes from through his uncovered window, and the faint sounds of the neighbor's dogs barking at the passing milk truck on it's way to deliver farm fresh to the nearby tourist-themed town. Pushing up off the bed in a rush, he panted for a moment and looked down at himself, seeing his body carrying the faint afters of his sweat-laden arousal, and the dried streaks of his own pleasure running nipple to nutsack.

A shower, a breakfast of canned corn beef hash, and a sit down at the small kitchen table had Ken staring at the clock as the minutes ticked away until he had to leave for work. He was sweating, breathing hard, fear, and several other things mingling in his mind and body and creating a terrible hot-cold sensation all over him.

"FUCK!", He yelled, and slammed his hands down on the table, making it vibrate, and nearly sending his single plate to it's demise. And tears started from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks to patter on the wood. Conscience and instinct at war him him, he shook it all off and resolved something to himself as he grabbed the keys and headed out.

He couldn't simply live with this the way it was. He had to know if it was just the moment, or if it was something else. If this need he had made it impossible to do this job, he'd have to quit and move away, lose everything of his parents and the idyllic life he'd lead until three years ago. The two sides weighed heavy on him as he drove sedately along with the dawn to his left, turning cattle into nothing more than speckled shadows on an explosion of golden fields melting away. Korva was suddenly important to him... because they were so alike. They were different, even if they were supposed to be the same as the rest of those like themselves. There was also something profoundly alone in those beautiful blue eyes that couldn't be ignored. But... this was all at the risk of losing his home, his job, of losing all the things he had to cling to in his life besides memory. He didn't have anyone, all his friends having left for college, or the military, or just moved on. Even Cassidy, his girlfriend of three years had left him because he was more concerned about his father's sudden and strange failing health.

Pulling into the drive of the Verdant Valley ranch, he remembered that a Genesis Corporation doctor had even come gratis to take a sample of the cancer cells killing his father for study, stating that if they found anything useful, they would cover his medical charges. But nothing ever came of that either but a callback and a request to take a sample of his own blood and skin. He'd refused at the time, but he remembered the offer still stood, and that it could also pay handsomely if they liked what they saw. But even that made him feel even more like a freak.

Someone knocked on the door of his truck, snapping him out of his fugue, and made his head turn to see an unfamiliar face. A lanky asian man with close-cut black hair, and green eyes that motioned for him to roll down the window.

When Ken did so, the man smiled cheerfully and spoke in a thickly Texan accent, "Well, howdy there son... name's Kim. Kim Sun Nguyen." His pronunciation stretching the name into 'Nooooo-in'. And then Kim stuck his hand through, "Pleasure. I hear ya'll're takin over the big guy. Good luck... he's been an ornery lil cuss since we brought him in. Won't even let no one inside this mornin. Said he was waiting for ya."

The cordial nature put Ken back on firm ground and he took the gloved hand, giving it a firm shake, "Pleasure's mine, Mister Nguyen." He replied, and then shouldered the door open as he stepped out, "Ken... Ken Harrison."

The shorter man replied with a slight tilt of his head, and his hands going to his waist, making the huge belt buckle he had on catch and reflect the light, "You must be Doug Harrison's kid. Damn shame when that happened... you got my condolences. But lemme just say from one career hand to another... this place is good people. Stick by it, and it'll do right by ya'll. So don't worry none that this'll just turn into another o' those tourist trap ranches where ya'll gotta sit there and play nice with them business-types who wouldn't know a steer from a sow, son."

His smile brightened as the words sunk in and Ken pulled on his baseball cap, rubbing his hands on his other pair of work overalls, a muddy grey-brown set of undyed denim, before replying, "Thanks a bunch, Mister Nguyen... but e'en if it all went tits up on us, ah'd still try'n work here. Ain't got no place inna area that'll take th' skills I got. Least here, I c'n be useful. Anyways, I gotta git on down ther 'n see what's got Korva so spooked." And with a nod, and a wave, he slammed the truck's door closed and made his way back towards where Korva's private stall was.

As he went to undo the lock, there was a deep nickering from inside before the still-new voice said, "Ken. Someone else tried to come in my stall. I bit him. Was this wrong?" The door sliding back to reveal that Korva was standing in the far corner, as far away as possible from the door and anyone entering. Ears flat back and his nostrils flared, it was not anger in the huge beast's eyes, but worry.

Putting on his best easy smile and walking forwards wiht breakfast in a calm manner, Ken replied, "Yeah... you don' bite no one from now on, ya'll hear me, Korva? Yeah, biting might be instinct for ya'll, but these're good people, just lookin ta take care'a ya'll. You given them repect, an' they'll return in kind."

Ears remained flat, but the tail flicked out a few times in irritation as Korva said, "So I will not get an apple today?"

Missing the fresh pile of horsecrap from last night's meal, Ken came up and reached up to pat Korva's neck softly, "Nope... 'fraid I can't, buddy. Not 'less yer gonna go'n say sorry tah who ya'll took a piece off."

Korva's ears perked a bit as he clopped forwards a couple steps, getting more into the light and fresh air, forcing Ken to take a step to the side so he wasn't bullied accidentally, "Sorry... what is Sorry? Is sorry like please?"

Nodding back to his large companion, Ken helped guide him out into the main thoroughfare, and settled a fresh bag of hay and oats for him to dip his muzzle into while Ken cleaned out the stall, some of the other equitaurs offering nickers and snorts of greeting, and one of the Recombinant canids... a lithe but fluffy Border Collie gave a friendly bark and wag as well. To the latter, Ken nodded once more and waved to before getting to work on cleaning up, "Sorry means ya'll din't mean ta do it on purpose. Ya'll were prob'ly scared some... 'r angry... but 'll bet it was jus' tha moment... an' once it was o'er? Ya'll wished ya'll hadn't done it, right?"

The mighty clydesdale tauric frowned his equine face in concentration over this, even crossing his arms over his chest, making that wonderful line of musculature along his back flex and shift in the still-morning light, and causing Ken to pause as Korva's eyes met his and he replied, "So, because I did not want to, but I did, I must say Sorry to this person?"

Ken nodded, and then came back over to pat the equitaur's neck, who already had bent in expecting the welcome sensation, "Yer a smart stallion, Korva... that much been clear since ah laid eyes on ya. But 'm thinkin yer still young... 'cause seems like ya'll got taught how ta talk, but not what some o' it all means."

Korva's ears flicked back and he loosed a rumbling sigh from that, as if an admission was being made, but the great stallion remained silent instead, ending up turning his head and looking down the hall, his nostrils flaring as a snort issued out, followed by a deep inhale as the wavering scents of the farm were taken in.

While he didn't want to admit to it, the smell of Korva's leavings in the stall was driving his nose and his balls wild. Something in it today was sending his limited human senses into overdrive, and for a moment he had an urge to actually reach down and taste it. But that was fleeting and while it sobered his mind a bit, nothing could be done about the fact that his cock once more was at full mast and demanding satisfaction.

That more sensitive equine nose however had picked up the change in Ken's scent, the tinge of arousal there flickering to something dormant in the back of his mind, and unbidden, the head of his massive phallus slid free from it's fleshy cave. Another snort emitted from his great nostrils, and he shifted his hooves back and forth, the lines of those muscles shifting under his rich brown pelt, the light still glimmering from the good brushing he'd received the night before, "Ken... you are smelling different. What does this mean?"

Inwardly, the young man suddenly cursed himself for not remembering that Korva had the nostrils and the sensitive ears of a horse, and not another human being. Taking a breath and steeling himself, he pushed the last of the old straw and waste out, and put some new straw down to help keep the place clean. After that, he guided Korva back inside, and then actually looked down the hall and up, checking not only for others, but for any security cameras before shutting the stall door. Turning to face the muscled and handsome beast, Ken nearly ran into him, ending up pressing body to body for a moment, and feeling not only the heat, but the power in that frame.

Moving back, Ken started to speak softly, "What yer smellin, Korva... is me getting aroused. Ahm... for some reason I can't rightly put to, ah'm... well... somethin 'bout you got a stir outta me last night... an' I did somethin they took away from yer kind, an' I felt kinda bad 'bout it."

The big horseman seemed to ponder this a few moments, and continued to sniff the air, and it made his own shaft stir and begin to rise, unnoticed by the pair in their current position. To Korva, this smelled right. There was something good, and appealing about this smell. Something that he felt he wanted to smell more of, because of the way it tingled inside. Eventually, in an almost hesitant voice, he said, "Ken, this smell is good to me. I like this smell. I want you to smell like this more. If it is because of me, then what can I do?"

Taken aback by this, Ken touched against Korva's heavy abdominal muscles and frowned a moment, as in his mind this was getting too far into things too fast, and he was abusing the trust of one who was essentially an innocent. A being who was handsome, and powerful, but so much like a child around him. Moving to the side to try and sidestep the whole matter and regain some sense of control, Ken looked up in time to see something that shouldn't be happening. A wet slap of an equine erection that stretched almost to Korva's forelegs.

He gasped, and ended up kneeling down next to a cock that had to be as thick as his thigh, those pendulous and ridiculously giant testicles swaying back and forth as the equitaur's fetlocked hooves tapped while he shifted, "Hold up a sec... Korva... ya'll ain't s'pose ta get 'roused like that... 'leastwise not without those special feed pellets they got fer breedin' season."

The stallion's honest appraisal of things continued to spill from his muzzle, though he matched the human's soft tones, "But I felt this way after you brushed me, and after you fed me the apple." His tail flicking in irritation over the reaction of his companion, "All I know is that I am here to serve on the farm. And you are here to take care of me. That means I serve you as well, Ken."

Ducking the swipe from the tail, the flush of guilt passed clear over Ken's face and stirred his pants to further heights that ached longingly for release. Looking up at the large, friendly, and so innocent-seeming Equitaur, "If... If ah do this, Korva... ya'll can't tell no one. Not even yer buddies here... th' other Recoms. 's gotta be our thing. Just here inna stall." Now he was panting and sweating again, mind in a blind panic and body screaming to be fulfilled, the edges of his vision red with the war that rocketted up and down his spine as he was transfixed by that titanic erection bouncing to the beats of the stallion's twin hearts.

Something about those words stirred a more primal emotion in Korva, something back in his horse-brain and horse-instincts. That something was HIS... something he could fight and win for, something that he could keep from the others. His reply came with the same honest and childish logic as everything else, "They are not my stable man. You are, Ken. All they need to know is I do my work, and I am healthy."

Standing slowly, Ken moved to the back where he'd left a bucket of water and a rag for cleaning in the stall, and for eventually washing off some of the stain in the blonde-maned stallion's tail and off his hooves, "'kay... Korva... I'd like ya ta flag yer tail... 'm gonna clean ya back here. So please don't kick me... 'cause yer hoove's'd bust me wide open. Ahlright?" The last word coming softly.

Korva nodded and then shifted back and forth before his back-muscles along his horsebody flexed, and his tail went up high, turning the almost floor-length blonde tail onto a golden cascade in the overhead light of the stall. The cool kiss of water on his heated pucker was a surprise to the stallion, making him snort, and his ears flick up, as Ken delicately cleaned around that puffed and warm surface, and actually felt it all right through the wet cloth. After several passes, he leaned in and actually sniffed at it, and upon hearing that, Korva just felt a playful need to push back against it, and ended up with the human's nose dug right into the fertile snug of his pucker.

Inhaling in shock, the scent of the stallion's musky interior, accented by the heat of his interior assaulting the young man's nose, and as he brought his hands up to push away from the stallion's rear... he stopped his movement, and just breathed again, a small moan escaping his lips as the object of last night's arousal and orgasm was now within his caress. Nervously, his tongue flitted out to taste... and the cleaned flavor of the beast was like a crackle of lightning on his tongue, hitting his brain before rocketting down through his spine and into his loins.

The wet slap of Korva's abherrantly large and aroused member was enough of an encouragement for the formerly hesitant Ken to press his tongue in deeper, tasting some of the horse's leavings, but only a bare flavor against the backdrop of the thick anal musk that clung to the inner walls. He couldn't get past the pucker itself by much as it clamped on his every attempt. Until he actually nibbled softly on the wonderfully velvety flesh, there was little reaction from the stallion, save the occasional inhale. That however garnered a whicker laced in a moan, a sound that carried down his frame and right into the young man. The flare of Korva's massive member widened out to a bell for a moment and a lance of clear preseminal fluid erupted out, backsplashing off of the far wall to patter on the floor.

Ken could not see the look on Korva's muzzle, the eyes dilated in shock over the newness of the sensation, followed by his ears flicking back and forth several times as the stallion's own indecision passed over him, much more naked and powerful than the human's. In them was fear... then also pleasure, and in all of it, something happened inside his mind, something that he didn't quite grasp was being awakened as the regenerative qualities that were supposed to increase his stamina and speed, and reduce his time injured or the need for sleep, went to work fixing a 'defect'. As the young man continues to suckle, chew, nibble, and lick at his ass hungrily, squeezing his rumpcheeks and massaging his thighs in forbidden delight, Korva's own body killed the modification that robbed him of sexual pleasure.

And it was all he could do not to whinny, arch, and paw at the air as that feeling went from being foreign, and almost childishly unwelcome to feeling marvelous.

Korva knew about sex, but that was from being given the knowledge by the people at Genesis Corp, like speech and to serve humans, things that were ingrained into the mind by the processes that created them. But for him now the difference in knowing and the feeling of it was staggering. He began to push back at the questing tongue, rubbing his rump up and down against the face that was buried in his behind, and started snorting and hurring like a stallion in full rut.

Mindless of the consequences at this point, Ken released that wonderfully muscled ass to unhook his overalls and yank his shirt off, throwing it, his cap, and everything below the waist except his boots off to one side. Squatting down to get to the right level, once more he attacked that backside, one hand rubbing over Korva's frighteningly huge balls, fondling them as best as possible, while the other hand pounded away at his own ardently stiff pole, sliding up and down as for some reason his pre was also sliming out beyond belief, causing his shaft to glow in the light. Lost to his lusts, Ken pushed to standing, getting that tail running down his naked back, wrapping his entire mouth over that waiting puffed hole, and suckled on it as his tongue shoved deep, while he pressed his own turgid shaft into the back of Korva's heavy, loose sac.

The thrill of hot flesh to flesh, the give of the loosened folds that carried Korva's might seedmakers wrapping around the head like it was something else entirely pushed Ken into his own fevered orgasm, and once more, his vision went white as his cock gushed over and over for seconds that were blurred into pounding heartbeats, balls aching so hard for release, it made his back arch slightly, and his shoulders bunch. He howled, but the sound was blissfully muffled inside the most perfect place his mouth had ever gone.

For the stallion, that sensation seemed to translate through their intimate contact, the human's tensing and then how his mouth enfolded the equine's fleshy asshole, the tongue teasing the velvety innards as he relaxed for him, and then that odd but pleasant stinging buzz as the human's seed struck and trailed down his hefty nutsac was finally enough to cause it.

He was never supposed to understand sex unless he was given the right things at the right times, and it was fully instinct. He was not supposed to know lust. And he was never intended to ever be in this position with one of those that his brain had imprinted as being more important than himself. All Korva knew in the moment before the fleshy cannon that slapped his tauric body was that this was HIS human, and HIS pleasure, and no one was ever going to take it away from him!

That thought screamed in his head as the first flooding gush of thick equine cum pressed out and splashed to the back wall, droplets going everywhere, followed by another, and then another. Where the human's arousal and release could be measured in seconds, each second was another release of hot, rich, and fertile equine potency, filling the room with it's scent and taste, staining away the innocence of the pair into a bestial desire being sated.

Eyes still closed, Ken did not notice that every place a droplet of the backsplashed cum touched his body, part of it it was immediately absorbed into him, as Korva did not notice that the seed running down the back of his balls was partly drawn into him as well. It took the better part of a minute for Korva to stop cumming, and for his seed to go from gushing blasts to a thick drool that ended up touching the edge of Ken's steel-toed boots. Wavering in his spot, Ken stumbled back and ended up with his back to the wooden wall next to the sliding door, staring at the wonderful creature before him.

'This ain't happenin... it ain't... 's just a one-time thing...', But even as Ken thought this, the pleasure of it all washed over him once more and he sighed. Getting back to his clothes, and cleaning himself off of the remaining trails of cum running along his frame, he saw some of the cum had gotten on them, and frowned, but didn't put too much thought to it as he pulled them on, watching those seem to drying away right off the cloth as it went back over his body. Reaching down to pull up his cap, he heard the clopping of the stallon, but didn't see how close the big male horseman was until he looked up and saw that he was nose to belly with him.

"Ken. I want to do something to you now as well. Will you trust me?", Korva asked, a slight hesitance in that normally confident and deep voice, a slight trembling in the background. Even as they spoke, that massive member flopped and occasionally spat some leavings out, trailing the rest through the straw that was dusting the bottom of his stall.

He hesitated only a moment, but then nodded, "Sure, Korva... whatever you like..."

Leaning down and in, one massive hand on the wall of the large stall, Korva pressed his muzzle to the human's lips, and then followed with his tongue sliding it's long and rubbery length inside of Ken's mouth. For the first few moments he was surprised, and reached up to push at the leather stretched over marble musculature of the stallion, his pecs and one shoulder. Then those hands began to still, and fall away as the stallion took gentle but firm ownership of Ken's mouth, that tongue working around inside in ways that made him choke, tear up, and want more. Then his hands came back up, and Ken cupped that muzzle, and welcomed the lack of breath, the folding black edge of consciousness, not daring to tell the stallion to stop with any fiber of his being.

Air returned and restored it's value to Ken's lungs as Korva pulled away from the kiss and stepped back a few times, "I saw two of your kind here do this when they thought others were not watching in the tack barn, and I wondered what it was. Now I understand. Thank you, Ken."

Panting for that precious breath, his mouth smeared with quickly-drying spit, Ken barely managed to reply, "Allright... but ya'll still ain't gettin' no apple..."

The simultaneously angry, hurt, and sullen look that crossed the stallion's face was almost as classic as the deadpan line of, "But I don't want an apple now, Ken."

Removing his prized cap to run a hand through his bushy hair, Ken mused with a smirk, "Ya'll gotta lot ta learn 'bout havin' a sense o' humor, Korva... now.. ya'll better help me git these walls cleaned up, an' then we gotta get you out ta tha fields 'fore anyone notices."

"Yes Ken." Korva replied as his cock slurped back into it's gave, sated and resting now like a dragon with fresh virgin in it's belly, but in his own mind, he could not wait until tomorrow, and to try again to get his stable man to make him feel like that again! Even as he turned to his task of scrubbing the cum from the wall, occasionally his tail flirted up high with the thought of that mouth once more attached to him.

Both were so busy that they failed to see the subtle growth in Ken's hair down the back of his neck, several week's worth for someone else in minutes... nor did they see that his pecs and shoulders pushed out just a bit more, his thighs and ass widening ever so slightly... and with those worker's overalls and shirt on, Ken did not see his aureola spread out, and his nipples thicken and push out as they shifted in color from a tan brown to a coal grey.

And as he got Korva ready for his day's duties ploughing a new field for the ranch's new crop of squash for the upcoming season, they missed everyone who would have commented on Ken's new beard and moustache.