Haldor and Aylandar

This story started as a role-play game and such is its first part. But then I decided to develop it and write about the adventures of a young bay equinnore, the way I call anthrohorses. His name is Haldor. Actually this story is about me for Haldor is my character. I wanted to tell you about my dreams and secret wishes. I have always longed to become an equinnore and be a mate to another one. So I wrote this story for my own pleasure, and for yours too. I think I need to give some warning here. So here it is: this story contains adult material (very much so), such as yiff and gay stuff. If you can share the passion and you are of age, then go on reading. If not, well *sigh* you must press Alt+F4 now. Thank you.

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My native language is not English, so please forgive me all the mistakes I*ve made. Okay?

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The sun is shining bright in the sky stroking the green meadow with its rays. It*s a wonderful day for a walk or a swim for there*s a forest and a river nearby. The wind comes in gentle gusts that caress the mane of a bay equinnore who is lying on the soft thick grass. He is asleep. The sun shines onto his neck, his broad fur-covered chest, and his crotch. The equinnore*s legs twitch as if he*s trying to run in his dream; his breath comes out with almost snort-like noise from his nostrils. What is he dreaming about?

Suddenly he moans as if he feels something painful, and shiny drops of sweat appear on his nose. He moans again and turns on his side. His buttocks twitch as if something has pushed him hard. Then, a pink dot appears in his sheath like a curious plant sprouting. It grows thicker and longer, and soon the equinnore*s phallus is all out and hard. Its head resembles the head of the human organ but it*s much longer and more muscled. More and more blood pumps into the glistening phallus, as its owner gets more and more agitated in his sleep. His hands are sweaty and his tail swishes nervously. He moans and moans, pushing his buttocks backward. A drop of precum appears on the finely shaped head of the cock and rolls down disappearing in the thick fur covering the balls.

*Ah!*

Suddenly the stallion is awake. Slowly, he sits down; the bright sun makes him wink. He looks at his hard erect cock. Again. This dream is the same as a few days ago. It seemed so real, so fantastically real! The equinnore shakes his head. Unbelievable. Is it a sign? Only gods know.

He is still erect. Haldor has always looked at his pride with admiration. Twenty inches of hard flesh crowned with a chiselled head. He bends down and licks the head of his penis. He has always loved this peculiar salty taste and smell. It got so hard in his dream, a wonderful dream. Haldor closes his eyes. The black stallion. He turned up again in his dream for the second time already. The magnificent creature. He approached him with a grace of a mighty stallion and Haldor could see the equinnore was erect. The shape of his phallus was divine, and when the image of it passed again through Haldor*s mind, he whinnied. The black stallion. The master. He did not waste time talking. He came up to him and looked down. It was a silent order for Haldor to turn his back to the black equinnore and bend. And in an instant he felt the mighty cock pressed against his anal ring, then pushed harder and *

Haldor shivered from excitement. The feeling was so real as if the black stallion was inside him still. Haldor moaned again as he remembered it. The pleasure of being possessed, penetrated, ruled by the hard thickness of the lance of his master. If only he could feel it again*

Haldor*s eyes are half shut as he caresses his phallus with his tongue and plunges into the forbidden dreams*

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Strange and exciting visions came to Haldor*s mind as he was sitting in the hot thick grass of the meadow. He was no longer there but in a faraway land of his fantasy. It was a forest where ancient tall trees grew. He smelled the odour of pine-trees and the damp grass. He was not alone, there were two more equinnore stallions, a bay one like him, and the other one, grey. He saw them very vividly, as if it were not his imagination that created them. He could see their thick manes, their tails, he could smell the scent of their bodies. They were so close to him that he could reach them with a stretched arm. But he didn*t dare to do that though the dream was so real, for he saw that the two were preparing for too important a thing to be distracted. The bay one stood with his penis erect and he was lubricating its massive head and shaft with precum. The grey one was ready and impatient, standing on the ground on his knees and elbows. His tail twitched, giving out his excitement and impatience, as he watched his mate get ready to enter him. Haldor*s heart began to throb as the bay equinnore finished the job and made a step towards the grey stallion. He picked a drop of transparent liquid from the head of his phallus and smoothed the anus of his partner with it. Then he turned to him and Haldor noticed the penis of the stallion glisten as a ray of sun touched it. The bay stallion knelt, made a deep sigh and directed his mighty member into the awaiting hole. The anal ring stretched, obeying, and the purple head of the bay*s penis slid into the body of the grey equinnore. He gasped and opened his mouth making a soft whinny of pleasure. The other stallion pressed it harder, making the strong shaft with bulging veins disappear in the cave of the anus.

Haldor swallowed with difficulty. The picture was divine * the magnificent stallions were joined to each other, one feeding the other with the length of his organ, the other receiving the royal gift with appreciation and gratitude. Finally, the bay stallion*s hips touched the buttocks of his mate. Now he was inside him, his penis like a huge sword in its sheath. Haldor looked at the grey equinnore and it was only then that he noticed his erection between his legs. It was not as large as his master*s, evidently, the grey equinnore was younger, but it certainly promised to grow into a magnificent member that a stallion can be proud of. As this thought passed through Haldor*s mind, he saw that the bay equinnore began to thrust his hips forward and back more energetically, pumping the grey*s young butt. The younger stallion*s phallus was thrusting as he pushed his butt backward against the powerful tool that was moving inside his. Haldor watched it thrust lustfully. He wanted it too, he wanted it inside him, churning, pumping him, filling him with the magic power, and making him obey and submit to the will of its glorious owner. He could be the third * why not? And having forgotten that it was only his imagination, Haldor stretched his arm forward *

*Hello, friend!*

The dream became rippled like the surface of a still lake and dissolved as these words sounded right behind Haldor. For an instant he did not realize that he was not in the forest but still on the meadow. It took some time for the thought to penetrate into his mind. There was someone behind him! He opened his eyes and jumped up as if thunderstruck. Who could that be in that wilderness? Haldor got ready to fight * but his fists loosened the moment he saw a handsome white equinnore standing in front of him.

*Hello, friend,* he repeated. *I must have disturbed you, I am sorry. I did not want to. I heard someone whinny and I thought maybe my help was needed.* He looked at Haldor*s erect prick covered with saliva and precum. *I see you were enjoying yourself,* he said seriously, his eyes fixed on the cock.

Haldor realized that he was demonstrating his pride to a stranger equinnore, and a wave of shame swept over him.

*Look, I was just ** he began his explanation, but the stranger raised his hand.

*No, no, do not get ashamed, I beg you! There is no reason to feel like this. You are a strong stallion, as I see, and such should be your member. And I can see it is not less powerful than his master!*

Haldor looked at his penis fighting the wish to turn his back to the white stallion.

*Who are you?* he asked him.

*My name is Aylandar. And how shall I call you?*

Haldor wanted to say that he didn*t want to do anything with a stranger, but he felt that would be impolite, so he mumbled, *Haldor*.

*Haldor. A wonderful name for a stallion like you!* said the white stranger. *Please, Haldor, may I sit here? It*s such a nice meadow, isn*t it? And the grass smells so** he breathed the air in, **splendid.*

*I think you may,* said Haldor in a sudden coarse voice.

They sat facing each other and both were silent for some time. Haldor*s erection withdrew in its sheath what made him feel more comfortable. He glanced up at the white equinnore and saw that he had been looking at him all the time. The blue eyes of the stranger embarrassed him, and Haldor lowered his eyes.

*Why are you alone on such a nice day, Haldor?* asked Haldor*s new companion. *You don*t have any friends? Or you like to be alone?*

Haldor looked up. Why was he asking that?

*It*s not that,* he answered indefinitely.

*I see,* said the stranger. *You must be a great thinker then. Always alone, deep into your thoughts.*

Haldor felt blood rush into his head. This equinnore seemed to be reading his mind! If he knew what he was thinking about, what illusions he saw. That forest, the bay*s equinnore*s phallus sliding into the hole of his grey partner. Suddenly, as the vision rose from his memory, Haldor felt his cock rising. He stole a quick glance at the white equinnore and said, *Those were my private thoughts.*

*Ah, of course, Haldor, those were your personal thoughts, and I am feel sorry I came up at the wrong time when you were enjoying them. Believe me, these are the thoughts that come not only to you head,* said the stranger in a lower mysterious voice. *It was not about a mare that you were thinking of, right?*

Haldor felt his heart stop beating. Tiny drops on sweat appeared on his nose. It was like hypnosis. The white stallion knew it all! Oh, gods, he did! Haldor stirred uneasily.

*Why do you say that?* he asked Aylandar in the same coarse voice.

*Because I had those thoughts myself,* he answered simply.

Haldor shuddered. It couldn*t be happening to him! He couldn*t believe what he heard. He knew the answer, and this fact filled him with a sensation of sweet horror and exquisite pain. And it filled his penis with hot blood too, and it starting coming out of the sheath, first the head and then the shaft.

*Tell me, Haldor, have you ever dreamt of sinking your cock into a strong butt? Not a mare*s one, but a butt of a stallion like you?* whispered the white equinnore moving closer. *Before you answer, hide your fear and shame, Haldor. But reveal your pride and desires.*

Haldor swallowed nervously.

*Please don*t get so strained,* asked him the white stallion. *I will not hurt you, dear Haldor. Well?* said he moving still closer.

Haldor did not try to move aside. His penis was already almost fully erect and it stood like a barrier between him and the white equinnore. Haldor felt its scent coming from it, and thought that the stranger must be smelling it too. And all of a sudden he felt something crack inside him. Suddenly all the shame and fear were gone, and he no longer felt uncomfortable having a stranger sitting next to him. He did not care what he might think of his erect cock and his dreams. The stallion would understand him; he did not doubt that.

*Aylandar,* he began and stumbled.

*Continue, my dear friend,* said the equinnore and caressed Haldor*s shoulder.

*I* I had a dream, a wonderful dream. I used to have it before but I told nobody about it,* he whispered. *My friends wouldn*t understand me. I* I was with another equinnore, and * Oh, I cannot!* he breathed out helplessly.

*Forget your fear and embarrassment, Haldor. Tell me, how did it feel? Was he deep inside you?* the other equinnore asked softly and reassuringly.

*How do you**

*I know what it is to feel a cock inside, believe me, Haldor. I know how a stallion can long to receive it. Do you?* He looked straight into Haldor*s eyes.

*Yes,* whispered the bay equinnore. *That was my dream.*

As the words parted his lips he expected to feel the hot wave of shame sweep over him, but instead he felt proud of what he had said and how he had said it. He stirred and felt his bulgy erect cock sway. Then the white equinnore spoke.

*Your dream must have been beautiful, it put you to sweet oblivion. I am awfully sorry I ruined it all. Is there any way I can compensate for it? Something tells me I know how to do that.*

Aylandar glanced at Haldor. They were sitting close to each other, their noses almost touching one another, and they were looking into each other*s eyes. Haldor felt the hot breath of the white stallion as he spoke, and that made him even more excited * and erect. He wanted to tell Aylandar that he didn*t mind his sudden appearance, on the contrary, he wanted him to stay and to be with him, but before he could say anything Aylandar bent down and took the head of Haldor*s prick into his mouth.

*Oh!* moaned the bay equinnore as the warm and soft tongue touched his flesh. His eyes widened in surprise.

Aylandar raised his read and looked at the amazed Haldor.

*Have I hurt you?* he asked with a worried look. *Shall I stop?*

*No,* whispered Haldor. *No, please, don*t mind me. You*re so* so**

He did not finish what he had to say because the white stallion*s hot wet tongue was already caressing his cock. He moaned again, his fingers plunged into the thick long mane of Aylandar, then rose to his head, touching and stroking his pointed ears. He closed his eyes as the white stallion sucked at his penis making him shudder and moan. Aylandar obviously possessed a good deal of experience. His soft lips clasped around Haldor*s shaft and the tight ring moved up and down masturbating the bay equinnore.

*Arghhh!* groaned Haldor as the stallion swallowed the full length of his huge erection. It felt as if it suddenly sank into a hot bottomless cave. Haldor thrust his hips forward plunging his cock deeper into the equinnore*s throat, and the lips of the sucking stallion touched his balls. At that instant something began to happen * first his head, and then his shaft burned with a flame, which squeezed his balls, made his lips quiver. The world in front of his eyes changed into a mosaic of blazing colours and Haldor*s eyes rolled up in delight and pleasure. A lava-like stream flowed along his cock filling him with a miraculous pain which he did not want to subside. He did not want anything * nothing but the soft tongue around his penis and the thick mane between his fingers. Reality ceased to exist for Haldor when the white stallion drove him over the edge. A spasm rippled his fine bay fur-covered body. He grasped Aylandar*s mane in his fists embracing the stallion*s strong neck, pressing his head down and directing the exploding shaft into the throat of his mate. And a growl of lust that broke out of his orgasm-engulfed body was the hymn to the heaven pleasure that made him blind and deaf. He came.

A thick stream of the divine masculine juice flooded the mouth of the sucking equinnore, then another one. The muscles at Aylandar throat contracted as he swallowed the honey that the bay equinnore fed him with. Haldor snorted, his cock firing another portion of cum into the throat of the lustful Aylandar who drank the precious essence up to the last drop.

Haldor sat still with closed eyes, clutching Aylandar, his beautiful lover, in an embrace. For some time none of them moved, unwilling to break away from the other as if something connected them. They were, indeed, connected and the bridge was Haldor*s penis that Aylandar still held in his mouth. They did not think of the time and did not know how long they sat like this together. The two equinnores melted with one another in an exquisite alloy. They were alone in the world at these instants, two passionate lovers joined to each other.

Haldor opened his eyes. He felt as if he woke up from the most amazing dream he had ever had. The only difference was that this time everything had been real. He still felt the muscled neck of the white equinnore and his cock was still there * in the divine dimension of the hot wet cave, against the dextrous and strong tongue. Haldor gently touched Aylandar*s cheek and stroke his muscular shoulder. The stallion slowly rose his head, letting the prick out of the soft clutches of his gums and tongue. It was clear that he was uneager to part with Haldor*s penis. When the head emerged from the embrace of his lips he gave it a final lick and lifted his head up. And here the still erect tool made its last spurt. Haldor couldn*t control it. The stream of his sperm flew out of his shining member just on the nose of Aylandar. The stallion winked and gave a sudden start, but having understood what had happened, he smiled and looked at Haldor. The bay equinnore smiled too. His eyes were radiating a mixture of love, gratitude and devotion. He let Aylandar out of his embrace and without saying a word he brought himself closer to his friend and licked his grey nose on which drops of his cum had traced several lines. His tongue touched his chin and lips and nose again and again as the bay stallion kissed his sweet mate.

Haldor embraced Aylandar again and held him so close to himself that their chests were pressed against one another and their hearts spoke the language of beat. Haldor put his head on the white equinnore*s shoulder.

*Thank you, my dear sweet Aylandar,* he whispered in his ear. *It was marvellous, really. Thank you, oh thank you!*

Aylandar did not say anything. His hand stroke Haldor*s back, scratching it. It slowly went down and down until it reached the buttocks. There it stopped for a moment and then went on stroking. His finger found the secret place where the two hemispheres met, and drew a line along the hairy passage. Haldor shuddered in excitement. The feeling was both unusual and strangely familiar. The finger repeated the movement, this time stopping for an instant to massage his anus, Haldor moaned and his anal ring tightened.

*How does it feel?* he heard the whisper of Aylandar.

*Heavenly,* followed the sincere reply.

Haldor meant it. The sensation was godlike, but not because he felt Aylandar*s finger against his hole but because it evoked is wild fantasies he had visualized before. The two equinnores mating so passionately, the black stallion whom he saw in his dream... The last thought brought around the half-forgotten desire that he used to be so ashamed of but which lived inside him and wanted to reveal itself. And now it was making him erect again.

Suddenly Haldor felt something warm and wet pressed against his stomach. Relaxing his hug, he looked down*

Oh! Oh! Oh!! Only then he saw that his friend was erect too, and how! His fifteen-inch long phallus with a fine round red head was ready. It smelled of cinnamon, and Haldor breathed it slowly so that to enjoy it longer. All of a sudden his thoughts flowed in a completely different way. The more he looked at the pride of Aylandar the stronger he felt the desire, the lust, the passion for this huge blood-pumped cock. It was like floating in a magic river * you go down with the stream, and you know you may get drowned but you are not afraid of it. Neither was Haldor. He had stopped caring about his thoughts and actions long ago, the moment the white stallion took away his embarrassment and fright with his cum. And now Haldor felt the strongest gust of uncontrollable lust for Aylandar*s cock. His mind concentrated on it. He wanted it. He hungered it.

The white stallion was aware of what had attracted Haldor*s attention. Gently he bit his ear and whispered, *Is it what your dreams were about, Haldor, my sweet colt?*

*Yes,* breathed out Haldor, and suddenly the desire to feel Aylandar inside his body overwhelmed him. He could not wait any more; he simply could not force himself to. Reality and dream mingled in his mind. The Destiny was giving him a chance, the chance he had dreamt of for so long! The scent of cinnamon had almost made him drunk but he breathed it in more and more. His own cock was steel hard and erect, demonstrating the power of the desire the bay stallion experienced. And it found its way out in the simple words.

*Aylandar, please, fill me! Breed me, for the name of gods! I want you, Aylandar! Please!* as Haldor was saying this, he bent his neck down to kiss the chiselled head of Aylandar*s beautiful phallus. And the white equinnore did not need to be repeated. He felt the tension of lust in the air that his nostrils smelled, and that made his more excited, more erect and hotter. He wanted the young equinnore*s virgin butt. He wanted to drive his penis into it and feel its quivering as it clasped around his mighty lance. The bay colt will be his.

*Get yourself ready,* he growled with a voice thick with lust.

Haldor*s eyes were still glued to the stallion*s magnificent tool as he turned around and stood on his hands and knees. His tail swished nervously aside, to let Aylandar see his fine anus. The white equinnore made all the efforts so as not to let himself pierce Haldor in a quick mighty blow. He would savour it, he would taste the young butt of the bay stallion as a delicious fruit. Now, in a few seconds.

Aylandar knelt and got closer to Haldor, who was looking back in anticipation, and gave his butt a long passionate slurping lick. A ripple of pleasure went over Haldor*s body and he groaned. Aylandar*s thick phallus was glistening with precum that had lubricated it to stretch the gentle cave of Haldor*s anus better. He looked at his long slender flesh that stood proud and potent. The time had come.

Aylandar moved closer to Haldor and guided the huge shaft to the hungry hole of his butt. The fat head touched the entrance and moved forward slightly.

*Oooh!* moaned Haldor with delight. The dimensions of the white*s penis now seemed twice as huge as he thought it to be when he looked at it. But the fear did not hold long for the lust took its place the same instant. He backed slowly and felt the hot flesh of the head go deeper into his body. He clenched his teeth as he felt a sharp sudden pain. Aylandar was stretching him, slowly, painfully but it was the pleasure Haldor longed for.

*R-rrule me,* he grunted.

Aylandar*s thick head disappeared in the wet anus and the stallion snorted as he felt the pressure of the virgin walls embrace his phallus. Slowly Aylandar pressed it deeper and deeper and with each push Haldor*s moans were louder. The glistening shaft slid into the butt, slowly widening it, feeding it with the power of masculinity and the scent of cinnamon. Haldor felt a stream of scalding liquid lead flow deeper and deeper in his guts. It seemed a whole eternity since the pleasure began, but Aylandar was only in the middle. His powerful penis plunged into the body of the young equinnore like a snake until it was all inside. The two equinnores were joined to each other. Haldor felt Aylandar*s balls against his butt and his heart throbbed. Oh, how proud he felt! The huge muscled vein-covered organ was in his body, stretching him comfortably. A strong white stallion had entered him, possessed him, enslaved him, harnessed him with his mighty rod! It was heavenly.

Aylandar moved his hips back, withdrawing his tool a little, and then pushed it forward, harder this time. Haldor felt the cock travel into the labyrinth of his guts and the pleasure made him whinny. The mighty stallion withdrew and pushed again. He was surprised at how easily this bay colt*s butt accommodated him, and what was more, it made him still hotter. He withdrew his phallus and thrust it forward with one potent push. Haldor*s anus slurped.

*Aylandar, oh my Aylandar, mighty lord Aylandar,* he repeated the name of his lover like a spell. His eyes closed as he drifted into trance of the penetration. The white equinnore*s thrusts became stronger and faster, he fucked Haldor with all his energy and might, plunging his cock in his butt, then withdrawing it, then pushing it further. His smooth graciously arched shaft massaged Haldor*s prostate and polished his guts and anus. The moaning of Haldor, the slurping sounds and the grunts of Aylandar filled the air. Two stallions were loving each other, one with the moist divinity of his butt, the other with the mighty inches of his well-trained cock. Haldor*s erection was immense too. It swayed to the rhythm of the thrusts, and dropped fine transparent precum on the warm grass of the meadow. He lost control. The fuck became his reality. His world. His life. He pushed his hips back against the violent thrusts of Aylandar*s phallus. Deeper, deeper and still deeper!

Suddenly, Haldor*s mind exploded with billions of bright sparks. His balls boiled with the lava of the seed inside them. He neighed and his arms ceased to support him. He fell down on the ground as Aylandar drove his member inside.

*Arghhh!* growled Haldor through clenched teeth, falling down and making his lover lose his balance and fall on him, stabbing him up to the balls with his arched sword.

A thick burst of Haldor*s cum flew out of his over-erect cock, covering his belly, his neck and his chin and the grass with his milk. He pumped it more and more as his anal ring tightened around Aylandar*s tool. The white stallion came in a second. His strong hips made a few more pumps, and the mighty equine phallus dived in for the final time. The hot clutch of orgasm squeezed Aylandar*s cock and wrung his balls. He pressed his hips against Haldor*s hips, moaning as a waterfall of sperm rushed out from the swollen head of his phallus into Haldor*s stomach. His eagerly emptied himself into the bay colt, feeding him with his fine fragrant juice. He fired it into him for almost a minute, and only then Aylandar*s passion began to subside. He lay on his bay love relaxed, his cock still in its sheath. The two equinnores lay silent and breathing hard. Something gurgled in Haldor*s stomach. Aylandar smiled. The bay stallion will not be hungry for a long time, and when he is, he will ask to be fed again. And when he himself gets hungry, he can try Haldor*s juice too. At that thought the stallion smiled, and so did Haldor beneath him.

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A good sheath should not live without a good sword, and a good sword must have a good sheath. Haldor*s dream came true and he found his happiness. Aylandar*s no longer in solitude either. Haldor still has the dreams about the black stallion entering him, but when he wakes up with his balls stiff and the desire unsatisfied, it*s Aylandar who helps him with his gentle power and loving care. His beautiful thick and long cock fills the wet soft hole of his love and his friend and caresses it until the mist of orgasm clouds his mind. Haldor, too, has been exercising for a long time and now he has mastered the art of sucking his friend*s phallus and taking its entire length into his throat. And, as if by some magic, Aylandar*s cock grows by some two or three inches every year. It*s now twenty-one inch-long and Haldor is the more happy the more is grows and the thicker it becomes. For his butt is eager to get stretched wider and wider to let in more magic pleasure of the penetration.

Valiant Steed aka Haldor ([[email protected]](%5C))

2002-05-20