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Tharn stood a moment, trying to make out the individual scents. He hoped for a different result, or that his senses had deceived him, but it was not to be. The scent of Nalak, now so familiar, was mingled with wolves. He could make out at least four, including one that smelled like an alpha male. They were close, and all the scents appeared to be coming fromt he same direction.

Forgetting his fears, he plunged down the hill, following the scent trail. Ahead, a line of trees rose from the grassland and he paused a moment to pick out the start of a track. There were signs of Nalak's passing, small broken twigs and hoof prints in the dirt. He had taken the trail.

Leaving aside for the moment any questions about where the trail may lead or who had made it, he forged ahead into the forest, pulse quickening as the scents grew in strength with each passing step. It was not far now. Finally, coming over a small ridge he heard it for the first time; the sound of wolf growls.

His urgent need to help his new lover almost undid him then, as he came down the trail and suddenly entered a clearing, skidding to a halt in the dust before his hooves gripped the earth. Finally he could see his lover, but the situation looked grim. He was standing on a small grassed hill in the clearing, with six big wolves surrounding him, fangs bared and low growls coming from their muzzles. Nalak had his bow drawn, aiming at any wolf that dared approach closer, but Tharn could see the six were edging closer as a group.

He was ever afterwards surprised at what happened next. When pressed, he would say that he did not think, he just acted. The sight of his new lover, surrounded but still brave, was all he needed, and with a loud war cry Tharn charged at the wolf circle, his long knife drawn.

The wolves had been focussed on their prey, not noticing the newcomer until it was too late. The closest wolf, a big grey male, turned at the last minute to face his charge but was unable to make his own leap before the enraged colt was upon him. Tharn felt his knife hit home, the wolf letting out loud cries and yelps as the blade sunk in to flesh.

Tharn was no experienced fighter however. The momentum of his attack made the wolf fly sideways even as the blade bit, elongating the wound but withdrawing the knife again. The wounded wolf folded his tail between his legs and limped down the hill towards the tree line, whimpers and cries following him, while Tharn backed up the hill towards Nalak, breath heaving in his chest as he stared at his retreating foe. For the moment his body went slack in shock, knife held at his side. For all his training, it was the first time he had actually injured another creature.

He was soon roused from shock however, as he felt a warm body at his back, a soft nicker of acknowledgement from his fellow colt. They were standing now, back to back, weapons ready at the top of the hill, two colts from two tribes yet brothers in that moment. Five wolves remained, now angrier, but the odds had improved.

"I am sorry I let that one go Nalak. I am afraid if you were expecting an experienced warrior for this fight you might be disappointed. At least neither of us will die alone."

A soft whinny was his only response, the other colt letting him know he was there, even though he could not understand. It may also confuse the wolves, he fervently hoped. He faced outwards, the wolves close enough to see their glittering eyes by the twilight, jaws open and salivating. It could not be much longer, and he reflected, it would be better if it wasn't. Night would be closing in soon, and the predators could pick them off easier in the dark.

He felt Nalak tense and crouch, and he took up his own battle stance. His fellow colt had come to the same conclusion. The battle would be won or lost now.

He heard the sound of a bowstring releasing just as the two wolves closest to him charged up the hill. Remembering his training, he waited until the last moment, trying to remain still and balanced and clearing his mind of all other thoughts. Nalak would have to look after his side of the battle, he would have too much to worry about himself soon.

In a flash he saw that the smaller brown wolf to his left would reach him first, and he moved sideways a little, lunging forward with his knife just as the monster made his leap. His knife seemed to almost sing as the last golden rays of sunset glinted off the blade, its arc terminating in the neck of the brown wolf as Tharn pivoted to his side, pulling the blade out before the bulk of his attacker could pull it from his hand. Blood gushed from the terrible wound as the wolf fell lifeless at his hooves.

Before he could regain his balance however, he felt a searing pain in his right leg and he fell to the ground screaming as the second wolf, grey and black, pulled him down. He scrambled with the hilt of his knife, trying to twist into position to strike as he heard more cries from behind as Nalak fought his own wolves. He had heard one more twang from his bow before the cries, but what had happened he had no idea.

With a desperate lunge, Tharn threw his body weight into a blow aimed at the snarling boiling mass of fur and muscle at his leg, the knife striking home just behind the wolf's shoulder before the great beast pulled off him, jerking the knife free and sending it flying down the hill. Pain screamed in his mind as he lay panting, unable to get up for the moment, the wolf below him now crouched and enraged. This was the alpha, he could smell it. He saw the beast poised to leap, jaws soon to clench around his neck.

The great body heaved and flew, but as he closed his eyes awaiting the end, he heard one more note from the bow behind him. A crushing weight landed on him, knocking him senseless, but before he lost consciousness, he heard a noise even more welcome. It was a loud crying shout, echoing into the night. A K'laf victory cry.

*****

Tharn was conscious of a throbbing pain in his head first, one that got worse when he opened his eyes to peer into the fire beside him. He tried to move, but his right leg seemed unwilling to cooperate, a sharp pain there now registering on his blunted mind. He managed to get into a sitting position with some difficulty, puzzling at the sensations as he tried to remember where he was.

Suddenly he sat bolt upright as he smelt the scent of wolf all around, his eyes going wide in fear and body shaking. Before the fear could grip him any deeper, he felt a touch at his side, a familiar touch. His body jerked at the touch, before relaxing as he felt his fellow colt enfold him in his arms, and Tharn relaxed into his embrace, fear banished for the moment at the sheer wonder of the sensation.

"If we are with the Great Stallion in the heavens, at least I know you are with me."

"We are safe. The Great Stallion cannot have you."

It took a moment for Tharn to register what had just happened, but when his slightly befuddled brain clicked he suddenly twisted to look at the chestnut, his ears flying upright.

"You can speak our tongue!"

"Yes."

For a long moment, Tharn could not speak, as he tried to vocalise several questions at once and instead just sat there open muzzled. Finally he managed to order his questions enough to get them out.

"How?"

"There was a wandering loremaster from your tribe staying with us when I was younger. He told stories, good ones. I sat by his fire, and learned your tongue from him."

"Why didn't you tell me when we first met?"

"I had reasons. I was wrong, but I had reasons."

The answer was unsatisfactory, but it was plain from the colt's eyes that he was going to get no more answer for the moment.

Tharn could not hold back on the question he had been longing to ask.

"Why did you leave me? Did you not...did you not like what we did? Did you not...did you not like me?"

Nalak sagged visibly, his face creasing in pain before he regained control.

"I liked what we did. And I like you. I also had reasons for leaving, but that too was wrong it seems. I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving you, but I almost got you killed. The Great Stallion showed mercy."

"Please, don't leave me again."

A long sigh, then Nalak held him tight.

"I will never leave you again Tharn. I have learned my lesson, though I fear the price is still to be paid. I only hope the Great Stallion will save you from paying it."

Tharn looked over his own body now, noting makeshift bandages on his left arm and right leg.

"What happened?"

"I came into the forest following a trail. I had heard rumours of this place from the same loremaster who taught me your tongue, and I wanted to explore. Stupidly I did not check first for signs of wolves. I tried to run but was surrounded in a clearing. I thought the Great Stallion would be greeting me this night. Then I heard your voice."

"I knew I had to try to save you the moment I saw you."

"I never thought I would see you again Tharn. I thought you must be a vision sent by the Great Stallion to guide me to his side. Then I saw you charge that first wolf and felt you at my back. Suddenly I was no longer afraid for me, though I was terrified for you. "

"I managed to shoot two of the wolves before they could reach me, one injured and ran, the other injured but kept coming. I had to use an arrow as a dagger before the second ran, taking the third with him. Then I turned and saw you about to be killed by the alpha. I thought I would miss him and lose you, but the Great Stallion must have guided my arm. He landed dead on you. I thought you might be dead too, but you were only unconscious, so I bound your wounds and kept you by the fire."

Tharn felt strong arms around him, the same sweet touch he remembered in another fireside camp only the previous night. It felt like an age ago, yet the first touch brought all the memories back to his body, fresh and hot. He reached up with difficulty, body still aching, and brought his muzzle to his lover's, a long lingering kiss proving it had not been a dream. His body remembered every caress, and it all flooded back as he fought back tears.

"Please promise you will not leave."

"I swear on the Great Stallion Tharn. I could not leave you now, not after you risked everything for me. For good or ill, I belong to you."

Their bodied entwined beside the fire, Nalak using all his care to treat his injured lover gently. Hungry lips and tongues battled and fought, seeking each other as their hands touched and held muscles weary in the aftermath of battle. Both felt the same need, the same urge. They were alive, and young, and in love. Their bodies would celebrate, and make the fear and pain fly to the winds. All that mattered was now.

As their kiss heated up, Tharn's ears pricked up in surprise, realising his lover was already naked, his cock swollen and pressing between them. His own length had taken longer to respond, the pain and fatigue still holding him back.

"So eager for me you were already naked?"

A soft nickering laugh from above, eyes gleaming in the firelight.

"No sweet Tharn. I had to use my loincloth to bind your wounds. I will be naked before the Great Stallion for the remainder of my trials it would seem."

Tharn's smile had a wicked edge, his ears flicking with mischief.

"Well, I doubt I am going to complain, as long as I can stay with you. Though it may prove distracting."

Nalak grinned, holding the smaller colt down and covering him in kisses, as Tharn lay back and enjoyed the treatment. He felt every new touch like fire through his veins, the adrenaline rush of a fight for survival replaced by something else, something sweeter. Lips circled his nipples, then teeth gently nibbled as he writhed and groaned. A hand encircled his cock, now fully emerged from his sheath and rapidly hardening.

Tharn tried to get up so he could return the favour to his love, but the pain in his leg and arm suddenly grew to a sharp lancing agony. He cried out in spite of himself, lying back and waiting for the pain to recede.

"Shhh Tharn. Lay back and let me take the lead. Besides, I think I have more experience in this form of combat as well."

Tharn could only return the amused grin of his lover as he lay back beside the fire, allowing the K'laf colt to pleasure him. There were worse things in life, he reflected. Perhaps this is my victory prize.

Nalak returned to his task, now licking down Tharn's chest, tongue following the line of soft lighter fur running from his pectorals to his sheath. The sensation was amazing, tickling and arousing at once, as he watched his lover's muzzle slowly track down his body. His abdominals flexed and fluttered under the attention, Nalak ignoring his whimpers as he licked down, down the ridge between the muscles.

The K'laf colt had a personal victory prize in mind for his love however, and just as Tharn could almost feel the lips closing around his flaring cock, Nalak surprised him by lifting his cock upwards, continuing his licking into the aroused colt's navel. Tharn could not help giggling, his navel had always been extra sensitive and the tickling drove him mad. Nalak found the uninhibited giggle so erotic, sign that his lover was completely at ease. It also filled him with memories, sweet and painful in one.

Finally Nalak's muzzle closed around the thick length of colt cock in his hands, bringing a low moan from his love. Fingertips played with his balls, feeling their heat as they rolled in the leathery sack, while he worked his muzzle down the full length of his love, tongue lapping at the head. He could feel Tharn's pleasure building, and a part of him wanted to taste his release, but he held back. He wanted more, to give and to receive.

He lifted off the aroused colt, quieting his puzzled half exclamation with a fingertip held to his lips. Moving like a hunter, he straddled Tharn's hips, tail lazily stroking his lover's thighs.

"Just lay back and let me take control Tharn."

He merely nodded, looking deep into those disquieting eyes, as he felt a hand on his cock again, stroking as his length was held upright. Then Nalak bent to kiss him once, deep and sensual, both keeping their eyes open , trying to communicate soul to soul with their eyes as well as their bodies.

Tharn felt it then, a new sensation. His cock head pressed against flesh, muscled, coarse, the feel on his sensitive tip almost too much. His eyes suddenly snapped wide as he realised what was about to happen. He had heard of such things, though he never thought he would experience it. Now it was to be real, joined to another colt.

Nalak suddenly broke the kiss, his head thrown back and eyes closed in a grimace as he pushed with all his strength back onto his lover's cock. Tharn felt a sudden pressure, building and building as his colthood bent slightly under the strain. Suddenly, the pressure eased, and he felt incredible tight warmth around his cock head, a sensation almost too much to bear. He saw pain flash across Nalak's face, a small nicker driven from his lips, and he wanted to pull back to make the pain go away, but the K'laf colt had other ideas.

With a single flex of his thighs, Nalak drove himself down onto Tharn, burying his cock to the medial ring inside his tailhole. A single cry filled the night, triumphant, pained, loving all in one. Tharn could only lie back, the feeling in his cock almost driving him to cum there and then, as he waited and hoped for his love's pain to pass. He could feel his hardness parting tight soft flesh, warm and throbbing with his lover's heartbeat.

Nalak waited a moment, breathing. Tharn could see his chest, rising and falling fast, then slowing gradually as he began to gently wiggle his hips over his love. Finally, his pained grimace softened, replaced by a look that reminded Tharn of his Elder's descriptions of the ecstatic face of those in the embrace of the Great Stallion. He had his own great stallion here and now, Nalak his love. He would be his love, and his god. He would follow his star until he could follow no more.

As he watched, Nalak opened his eyes, a warm smile beaming down on Tharn and filling him to bursting. The K'laf bent down again, kissing and touching as he began to move more, now rising and falling on the length of Tharn's cock. The pleasuring caress made the smaller colt gasp and cry out against the kiss, biting his lover's tongue as he fought the need to cum too soon. He wanted this to last for ever.

With his good arm, Tharn reached between their bodies, feeling for his lover's cock. He found it, tight against his belly, throbbing and needy. A line of clear excitement dribbled from the tip, and he took it onto his fingertip, rubbing it in slow circles on Nalak's flare. He could feel his love's tight ass clenching on him as he touched, bringing a new level of pleasure he could not have imagined.

Neither wanted it to end, yet neither would be able to last long. Tharn stroked his lover, the thick hardness jerking in his caress, while Nalak drove down onto him, each new stroke a little deeper. Tharn felt his medial ring press open the muscled flower of his love's tail hole, then scrape against the soft skin inside as Nalak took him deeper, until with a final determined thrust Nalak took him all, sheathing the colt inside him. He reached back to caress his lover's balls, feeling them twitch and throb with impending orgasm. He wanted it all, now and forever.

Nalak sat back now, his eyes burning a line of fire into Tharn's, as he rode his love. His tail rose and fell, beating time to their loving, his thighs slapping into Tharn's hips with each increasingly powerful downward thrust. His cock pulsed with blood, Tharn's hand spreading an increasing torrent of precum over its silken length as he stroked. He could see the pleasure he was giving, feel it in each throb of his lover's cock against his tight tunnel.

He could also see it in his eyes, the wide eyed look of a colt lost to pleasure. Something else was there too, something he had longed to see again. Love, the total immersion of self in their joining. He realised he felt it too. He wanted to be with this colt forever, whatever the cost.

As he saw Tharn losing control, he threw back his head, long braided mane falling over his shoulders as he fell into his own orgasm, cock on fire as he spurted long lines of colt seed over his love. Tharn saw his lover overcome by pleasure, but even more he felt it, the incredible sensation of his ass clenching and pulling at his cock making him lose all control.

As the third line of cum shot from Nalak's cock, Tharn began his own release, warm deep pleasure filling Nalak's ass to overflowing as he rode out his lover's cum. Nalak kept rocking against him, drawing out little gushes of seed, cute whimpers making him grin like a wolf as he pushed his no longer virgin love to the edge of madness by pleasuring his already overexcited cock.

Finally he lay atop Tharn, nostrils touching as they shared breath, eyes saying more than their voices ever could. The colt was still hard, cock resting deep inside surrounded by the warmth of his seed.

"A gift my love, a thank you for your courage. You were magnificent. Do not ever say you have no skill in battle again."

Tharn almost cried, holding back with difficulty as he kissed his love. One doubt remained still, and in spite of his fears, he needed to know.

"You...you said you had more experience in this combat as well. Do you still...do you still love him?"

It was Nalak's turn to fight back tears this time. He knew the colt deserved the truth, though it hurt to remember.

"I do, but it is fading. Like you, I loved another colt, my Jovas. We promised we would be together when we had both completed our Trials. He went first, and he returned. When he completed the rites of stallionhood, I waited for him to come to me. I was a fool."

The bitterness in his voice made Tharn shudder, and he held his love, running fingertips through his forelock until he could go on.

"I did not believe it when my friends told me he had taken a mare as a mate. I had to know. I stormed to his tent, wanting him to tell me he loved me like he had before, instead I found them together. He wanted foals, and a normal life he said. He told me I was never to see him, never to speak to him, lest my love make him stray. I have done what he asked."

"That was why I did not respond even though I understood you. When you told me you loved another colt, my heart sang with joy but I knew it would be bitter joy. Jovas was right. Two stallions are not permitted to mate, let alone two from different tribes. I was weak when I saw you, you looked so beautiful. When we mated last night, it felt better even than it had with Jovas. I knew it would lead to nothing but pain for you though, so I ran. I thought I was doing the right thing."

"I was so lost when I woke and you weren't there. I thought you might have been a dream, until I saw your hoofprints by the river."

"You would have been better off if I was. What are we going to do Tharn? Do you want to live as an exile?"

Tharn bent down to his love, kissing him in response. Slowly Nalak responded, forgetting his torment for a moment in the passion of the kiss. His body knew what he needed, even if his mind was in turmoil.

"Yes my love, if it comes to it, I will. There is much to go before that happens though. We have to survive another 25 days first. Then we will petition my tribe to take you in. You will see, somehow we will do it. The Great Stallion brought us together for a reason."

Nalak returned the kiss, determined to forget their troubles for the moment. His love was right, first they had to survive the Trials. Given their start, that was not going to be easy. One of them was injured, he was almost out of arrows, they had no shelter and he had lost his only item of clothing.

He felt the colt inside him, his cock still hard and eager. They were still alive, and they had fought off six wolves. Not many experienced stallions could ever claim that.

"You are right my love. Time enough for sorrow when we leave for the Great Stallion's side."

He bent to Tharn, covering the colt with his body, their bodies touching as they gave in to their need for eachother. The Great Mare rose into the sky, and shone her silver light down on the clearing in the forest, as the two colts made love by the fire, her embrace comforting them as it had the night before. This time it meant more though, for both of them.

Nalak rode his colt, gaining confidence and hunger with each new stroke, until he was pounding harder than ever, no longer inhibited by thoughts of his lover's wounds. All he could think of was the need to draw him to completion. His clenching tailhole rasped against steel hard colt cock, each pass drawing a new groan of pleasure from Tharn, until he was moving like a stallion in full gallop, mane and tail flying.

The groans from his love merged into one constant cry of pleasure until with a final effort they both reached an ending, cum arcing from Nalak's cock to leave a trail across the clearing. The throbbing jerks and spreading warmth in his ass told him his love had reached his own climax, marking him with his seed. He lay on Tharn's chest, their breath making misty patterns mixing in the early evening cool, before kissing again.

The night passed without incident, fire burning lower as the two held eachother, planning the next days. Someone had made the trail both of them had followed into the forest. Perhaps there would be somewhere here they could shelter while they recovered. And if not there was always this, the magic of two colts in love, to keep the cold of night at bay.