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The Wild of the West

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Ian yawned as he awoke, the sun not quite having broken the horizon in the sky. The human stretched as quietly as he could, trying not to wake up everyone else in the house. He dressed quietly, pulling on a rugged pair of jeans and a tight shirt. He worked the shirt down over his slim but well-built chest. Finally he slid on his boots, slowly attaching the spurs to keep them from clanking a bit before he settled himself out the front door. Once outside, Ian felt that he could finally take a breath, exhaling slowly, a puff of mist coming from him in the cold morning.

Today was the day. Today he was going to prove to his brothers and his father that he wasn't just the runt of the family. That just because he was smaller than all the other men in his family, that he wasn't worthless. He was going to go out into the Indian territory and bring back proof that he was a man of caliber equal to his own brothers. His mother had never been one to care for the macho stuff. She always told him that he would blossom when he was ready. That didn't save him from the constant teasing of his brothers, or the upset looks his father gave him. He knew they thought he was less than he was. Today was going to change that. He would bring home one of them Indians, dead or alive, and prove that he was strong.

Ian saddled his horse just as the first rays of the sun started beaming into the valley. He looked at the sun as it rose over the horizon, signaling the day of his triumph. He made sure that he had everything he needed. The young male was determined not to return until he found what he was looking for. With a swing of his long legs, Ian was up in the saddle and kicking along the side of his trusty horse. The steed had been given to him on his 18th birthday, sometime last year. He had learned to ride when he was a child of course, like most boys. He named the horse Knickers for the irony. He thought it was funny to tell people he loved to climb up on Knickers and ride all day. Made more than a few of them blush or giggle.

The young man pondered these things as he rode with the sun at his back, heading farther into the west, where he had been warned all his life that the Indians lived. He was warned never to go there, that he wouldn't be safe. He patted his hip, where his revolver rested in its holster. Another gift for his 18th birthday, as every man should have a gun. There was too much untamed land and even more untamed beasts out there to count. The stories of the wild west were numerous, describing many dangers that could scare any child, and most adults.

The human male moved west, the sun rising higher in the sky, the heat of the day starting to set in a bit. He looked back over his shoulder, his home town just a bit of brown wood in the midst of the rocky landscape. No one knew he was leaving, not even his friends. If he would have told them about his trip, they would have tried to stop him. His best friend, an anthro cat named Samson, would have tied him to chair to prevent him from getting away. A chuckle burst from him at the thought, the man shaking his head at the very idea of the cat trying to look dangerous, showing his claws and fangs. But he was just a big housecat, couldn't hurt a fly.

The sun reached the high point in the sky, the heat forcing Ian off the trail of the natives. In the shadow of an awesome rock structure, he and his steed rested and ate. The horse fed off some nearby green grass, while Ian munched on sandwich he made the night before. He pet Knickers, who whinnied at him. The horse had always been a good companion. Every time his family got his nerves, he knew he could climb up on his horse and take a ride, and Knickers wouldn't argue.

Ian knew he had to get moving though. He wanted to cover as much ground as possible before he had to turn in for the night. He hitched up Knickers and continued his ride into the desert, hoping to find some clue as to the location of the nearest Indian settlement. He clip-clopped along, eyes peering in all directions for a sign of life. The rise and fall of the ride, the easy going motion, all combined to make Ian very tired. He was dozing in the saddle, Knickers still just moving in a straight line, keeping the pace nice and easy.

The human man opened his eyes, noticing that the sun was quite low in the sky. He looked around, not recognizing anything. His gaze turned back, trying to see the path that they had come, but all that was there was Knickers' hoofprints in the caked dirt. When he turned himself toward the front again, he noticed another set of prints, also looking like a horse, but much further apart. It looked like there were only two hooves, instead of four. Ian studied the hoofprints for a moment to check the direction, which went off further west. With a couple clicks of his heels against Knickers' sides, the two continued on their way over the rough terrain.

Following the tracks took hours, and they just kept going further away from the nearest town. The sun was soon going to set on the western horizon, leaving the desert cold and dark. Ian knew that he had to bed down for the night, though he felt a little twinge of fear on the back of his neck at the idea of spending the night so far from civilization. Whether he was ready to camp or not, Ian's decision was made when Knickers stopped in his tracks and wouldn't move forward any longer. The horse was tired, and needed a rest and a drink of water.

"Alright buddy, I hear ya. Time to stop for the night." He slid off of his steed's back and started unpacking his gear from the saddle bags. His movement earned a whinny from Knickers, who nudged Ian's hip where his canteen was. The human chuckled and nodded, uncapping the water and pouring some into his palm so Knickers could get a drink. The equine seemed perfectly happy with this and licked at the water with his ears flicking from side to side.

After he was done drinking, Ian's horse moved over toward a nearby cactus and closed his eyes, weary from his travels. Ian laughed again and set up his tent quickly, standing back from the small cloth covering that would barely hold out the wind. He nodded at his handiwork and prepared to crawl inside and curl up under a couple blankets he had packed, but a low growling noise from behind him. Knickers' ears perked and he neighed loudly, swiftly backpedaling away from the danger he perceived.

Ian stood stock still, listening to the growling of the wolf standing right in front of him, hackles raised and teeth bared in a threatening gesture. He couldn't even reach for his gun, the wolf would be too fast. He backed up a few steps towards his tent when he heard another growl coming from his side. It appeared that he was dealing with a pair of wolves. He turned to move in the one free direction when he was stopped by another loud bark. Another snarling, slathering wolf was on that side. He was surrounded, and the feral canines were creeping closer and closer towards him. With a gulp, Ian moved in the direction of his tent, thoughts that these were the last moments of his life flashing in his head.

His eyes swept the area to see if Knickers could be of any help, but the horse was also surrounded by at least four wolves. He hoped that his companion would be able to save himself. One of the wolves leaped at him, and Ian closed his eyes for the end. The blow never came, no teeth sinking into his throat, no tearing and slashing with sharp claws. Instead, all he heard was a loud whoop from a distance, and the sound of fighting.

Opening his eyes, Ian saw that his fire had been snuffed out. There was a dark figure moving around, and some snarling coming from the wolves. Whomever had come to his rescue seemed to have the upper hand, the large framed shadow moving swiftly and taking down one canine after another. The surprised animals each backing away, whimpering and slinking away with their tails between their legs. The dark figure stood tall and turned to face Ian. The creature was well over six feet tall, powerfully built, and shining with sweat. The human could not make out any distinguishing features at first, but the being was moving towards him. The seething embers of his extinguished fire put out just enough light for Ian to make out the figure of a large horse, anthro of course. There were a few feathers sticking from the top of his mane.

The human backed away from the Indian horse, shivering and sweating lightly. He had traded one danger for another. He once again was worried that his life was in danger. However, the big horse simply picked up the human and cradled him in his arms. The Indian took off at a run, barreling through the terrain as fast as his legs could carry him. Ian, who struggled in the horse's grip, heard his feral horse neighing to him in the background. Within moments, however, the two were too far way from the horse to even see him. Ian was surprised at how remarkably speedy the horse was, especially because he was running on only two legs instead of four.

The running continued, the horse barely breathing heavy as he ran, eating up ground beneath his hooves, the scenery flying by. At some point, the human in the horse's arms passed out from his exhaustion, the evening's events weighing heavily upon him. His equine captor simply kept running, carrying Ian even farther away from everything he knew. The distance grew greater, and if he would have been awake, Ian would have felt himself growing more and more panicked as time went on. However, since the young man had fallen asleep, he seemed to be peacefully resting as the one holding him trotted on through the night.

Daylight stung his eyes, causing Ian to wake from his slumber. As he opened his dry eyes, the sun beaming down on him made him flinch and raise a hand to cover the blinding light. A short survey of his surroundings told him that he was inside of tent-like structure, but the top was open to the sky. It appeared to be around the noon hour, meaning Ian had slept the entire morning away. Sitting nearby eating something from a clay bowl, was the horse that had saved him from the wolves the night before. The human man remembered being carried somewhat gently in the massive male's arms far away from where his campsite was, though he didn't remember much of the trip itself.

Upon seeing Ian stirring, the Indian set down his bowl and regarded Ian with a tilted head. It was likely the first time they had really seen each other, since they had met in the darkness of the desert night. Ian, for his part, didn't know whether he should thank his savior, or berate his captor. Finally, after many moments of quiet contemplation, he simply asked, "Why?"

The horse sitting opposite him quirked an eyeridge at the question, and Ian thought at first that he didn't understand. His captor stood up to his full height, which Ian noted was nearly six and a half feet tall, not counting the tall perked ears that swiveled around at the sounds nearby. The long black mane he had swayed freely in the light breeze coming in through the door, his locks flowing down over his shoulders, barely contrasted by the chocolate brown fur that covered him. Only on his hands and hooves was there a splash of white, as if the massive Indian male was wearing socks. Ian's eyes traveled lower to the only garment the stallion seemed to be wearing. The loincloth did little to hide the massive maleness that he sported, as well as the fist-sized balls that dangled below. With a blush on his cheeks, Ian tore his view away from the other male, who finally decided to speak and answer his question.

The human fought to hear the words that were spoken over the sound of the blood rushing through his ears, as well as other places. But he focused, the deep and powerful baritone ringing throughout the cloth structure. "You are perfect for my son. You are his gift of stallionhood." The look on Ian's face was easy to understand. "My son has reached the age of adulthood, and as his father, it is my duty to provide him with the perfect gift to mark the occasion. My boy has told me that he wants to have a human male as his pet and trophy, as well as a sex toy. I do not understand this desire, but it is not my place to question his wants."

With an air of certainly, Ian spoke. "So you want me to be your son's sex slave and pet? No way."

"And where exactly do you think you are going to go? If you leave his tent without my son's permission, you will be riddled with arrows before you have a chance to get three steps."

The young man was going to object, but couldn't find the words to argue. The gigantic stallion simply waved for the human to follow. Ian nodded and walked across a dirt pathway into a slightly smaller teepee nearby. Sleeping atop a mass of furs was another stallion, almost identical to the one who captured him. The only difference visible at the moment was the younger horse's size. The larger horse moved over to his son and gently woke him. The younger male's eyes fluttered open, revealing his father to him. With an excited motion, the newly named stallion wrapped his arms around his father.

"Father, it is good to see you. I did not think you would be back for many more moons." His nostrils flared as a new scent caught his nose. He peered over his father's shoulder at the human standing there. Ian, for his own part, was still deciding whether or not he was going to run away as fast as his legs could carry him. However, the older male's warnings about arrows in his gullet kept him still, if not shaking a little bit. "Who is this?"

"This is your gift, my son, for your age of ascension" he said simply.

The surprised young male stood up and immediately moved over towards his prize. He moved around the nervous human like he was inspecting a new toy. He inspected every square inch of his gift with scrutinizing eyes, though he kept his paws to himself. When he was done, having moved the full circle around the now blushing man, he jumped to his father and hugged him tightly. He thanked his sire for the gift, saying that Ian was exactly what he wanted, and that he was perfect. Ian wasn't certain that he was perfect, but he was definitely glad that the young one hadn't rejected him.

"You should get to know your new pet my son. I will be back just after nightfall for your ceremony. Be cleaned up and ready by then."

The boy stallion nodded to his father who promptly left the tent. The boy turned to his new pet and grinned. It was clear on Ian's face that he was incredibly nervous, though he also seemed to be excited.

"I'm not going to just attack you, you know. You may have been captured and made my pet, but I'm not going to hurt you. We can get to know each other a little bit. I want you to be as comfortable as possible with this. My name is Runner, and my father is Stronghooves, the leader of our tribe. We are deep in the desert so that we can hide from the settlers of the west. We just want to live our lives in peace."

"Then how come you kill us?" The question had slipped from his mouth before he could even think about what he was saying. He slapped his hands over his mouth, but the young stallion's face did not change.

"To be fair, you settlers started it. But I don't want to get into that right now. I have told you my name. It would be rude if you didn't share yours with me." He took a couple of clopping steps closer to Ian in a non-threatening manner.

Ian didn't back up, but he gulped nervously. With a sigh, he looked up at his horse captor, or owner. "I'm called Ian. I'm from a town that must be many miles away from here now."

"And why were you out in the desert in the first place?" The stallion seemed genuinely interested in what had brought Ian to this place. The human was starting to feel more comfortable with the equine.

"Well, I have four brothers and a very demanding father. I have always been told I am weak and not worth anything. So I went out to... uh... capture an Indian... you know... to show them that I was strong." As he finished his tale, he had turned a little red in the face again. Runner just stood there looking passive, but interested.

"I have no brothers or sisters. My father is the only family I have left. Mother was killed by settlers a few years ago. I don't hold a grudge against you or your people, though it is kinda funny that while trying to capture one of us, you ended up captured by one of us." Runner chuckled at his own joke.

Ian stood somewhat flabbergasted before he burst into laughter himself. "I guess you are right." He looked down at his feet a bit, thinking that he would never be able to go back to his brothers and father, though he didn't even know if he wanted to. He had failed and they would just tease him more. Perhaps his life would be better if he just stayed here.

His body language must have changed a little bit, because Runner was instantly at his side, his strong hands wrapped around Ian's waist. The human shivered at the touch, remembering what he was told he was here for. A blush crept across his innocent cheeks, having never been with another male before. He had always been afraid of what his family would think if they knew he was gay. It would just make him look weaker to them. The horse touched him gently, not at all forcefully as he would have thought for being a slave. His eyes came up, seeing Runner standing within breathing distance of him.

The equine leaned in, leading with his long snout, his big nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of his pet. He pressed his muzzle against Ian's neck and nuzzled there, getting a slight huff from the human. Runner just kept this up, moving from one side of his neck to the other, smelling and nuzzling his new pet, exploring him just as much as Ian was exploring the sensations he was feeling. The stallion's hands did not stay still for long, sliding up under his human's shirt to feel his bare skin. He whickered lightly at the feel of the non-furred skin under his hands, his muzzle still moving over the man's neck.

Ian was in heaven, and this wasn't even the best thing that would be happening to him this day. His skin felt like it was tingling under the extra warm touch of his captor. His mouth opened in a silent moan, feeling that silky muzzle move over his neck. The human looked down, his eyes trailing down the other male's body. His orbs settled on the strip of cloth around the horse's waist, noticing that said garment was being pushed aside by the equine's excited state. Another gasp left his mouth as he found himself gazing on at least nine inches of thick horseflesh pulsing before his eyes.

Runner pulled back from Ian's body, a glimmer of something in his eyes that Ian had never seen before. It was the unrestrained lust of a stallion, and that stallion wanted Ian for his own. The hands on his chest, though still gentle, insistently began to pull up the shirt from Ian's body. It moved up slowly, the young man's bare flesh revealed inch by inch. The garment was pulled over his head, only to show off his bare white skin and two pert brown nipples. The equine wasted no time in placing his elongated muzzle against that revealed flesh, his tongue parting his lips to trace over the man's body. Ian gasped and shuddered at the feel of the extra long appendage tracing over his exposed body.

"Mmmm... I love the feel of your flesh. It is all smooth and soft. So nice not having to dig through fur to get to this good stuff." With that, his tongue flicked over one of Ian's hardened nipples, drawing a long moan from his human.

Ian's head thrust backward with an audible moan, his knees shaking at the feel of that powerful tongue playing with his sensitive body. The new and foreign sensations bringing him such joy that he nearly forgot about the situation that had brought him here. He wasn't left with much time to think about that anyway, as a strong pair of hands grabbed his butt and squeezed hard. The human shivered and groaned, feeling his maleness straining against his jeans.

Runner was in no hurry though. He simply maintained his pace, using his tongue and thick lips to explore every little bit of his new acquisition. Each bump, each crevice, each nub was thoroughly inspected by the stallion, leaving nothing unchecked. Ian was left in complete bliss, and they hadn't even gotten to the best parts yet. His body was responding to every caress, every lick, every kiss. The human was in near ecstasy, his new owner doing wonders to him with that talented tongue.

It was not meant to last forever, however. Runner was not content with only exploring this one part of his pet's body. He wanted it all. The horse's fingers, though shaking, deftly opened the man's jeans, releasing his straining shaft. The horse's own was standing at attention, leaking his pre and making the whole teepee smell of horny equine. The scent was penetrating into Ian's brain, making him even more Runner's property. At this moment, he didn't want to leave his side or his bed. He just wanted to feel this good all the time.

Before he could realize what had happened, his cock had disappeared into the deep muzzle of his horse master. He grunted hard at the feeling of the warm wet flesh engulfing him from tip to base, with that tongue still working over the flesh even as it sat in the confines of his muzzle. Ian could only gasp and moan, shuddering as the pleasure wracked his body. Each suck backwards from Runner's muzzle made him groan loudly. The humans fingers flexed in his companion's mane, toying with the thick hair there as he was driven closer and closer to the edge. Runner sensed his impending release and pulled off of the man's shaft, licking his lips.

"No no, my Ian, you will not get out of this so soon. Not if I have anything to say about it."

With that, the muscular male stood to his full height, his full nine inch shaft poking Ian in the belly. The newly obtained pet looked down at the large protrusion and gasped, seeing the huge leaking monster pressed against him. Without being told, Ian dropped to his knees before his new master and stared at the phallus, taking in every part of it. Runner was patient, allowing Ian to view his entire shaft. With only an impatient snort to instruct Ian to move on. Ian looked up at the horse, seeing the lust burning in his eyes. With an impish grin, his tongue moved from between his lips and touched the warm flesh of his owner. The shiver he received in return for his lick made him want to continue. He focused his tongue laps over the horse's flat tip, especially around the oozing hole of Runner's slit.

Neighs and whinny's of joy leached from the equine's muzzle, his snout pointed to the sky at the teasing the human was giving him. His strong hands caressed the man's head and toyed with his hair, not wanting to be insistent, but wanting so much more than he was already getting. Ian could feel the pressure on his head, gentle as it was, and took the hint. His tongue grazed along the turgid length from tip to base, coating it lightly in his saliva. One of his hands gripped near the base and started to stroke up along the moistened shaft. He breathed heavily over the flat head before stretching his mouth open wide and taking that tip inside.

A hefty snort flared Runner's nostrils and the intense and sudden pleasure as he was swallowed into his man's mouth, looking down to watch his cock slowly disappear inch by inch. Ian gagged as the huge girth pressed at the back of his throat, but he fought through it, tears forming in his eyes from the pressure. He wanted to please his stallion for some reason, and he felt obligated to do so. With a few heavy gulps of air, he swallowed hard around the length nearly choking him, taking in another few inches into his gullet. Runner's knees just about gave out at the unexpected act this human was performing for him, bringing him such pleasure as he had never felt before. His grip tightened down on Ian's head, half losing himself to the bliss he was feeling.

One of Ian's hands focused on the shaft, stroking along with his bobbing head. The other snaked down and fondled the egg-sized nuts that dangled below the horse's body. He could feel the heat that radiated from the pair of orbs, the sheer volume that he must possess within them. He teased at the sensitive flesh there, looking up with tears in his eyes from the gagging, sucking in breath whenever he was able. He watched his owner enjoy himself, and it made his own shaft throb as it flexed between his knees.

He kept sucking, hearing soft gasps and hisses whenever his inexperienced mouth caused a light twinge of pain within the massive member elongating his throat. Ian was determined, however, and continued to pleasure the horse to the best of his ability. A sudden yelp exited his throat, at least as well as he could with cock shoved down his throat, when Runner flipped his body into the air. With his feet flopping in the air, the human was reintroduced to the long muzzle of the horse as it wrapped around his flesh once again. He closed his eyes and moaned, mostly to keep himself from becoming dizzy at hanging upside down.

The two males sucked on each other, bringing one another amazing pleasure. The equine kept his arms strongly wrapped around the human, holding him aloft. The only thing that Ian had to focus on was his task, slurping and sucking over the huge horse cock in his mouth, savoring its flavor and the taste of what was leaking copiously from the tip. Runner was getting the same treatment, tasting what his male had to offer, swallowing down his preseed and smelling his scent. He was getting closer to climax, and he could tell that Ian was as well. He wanted nothing more than to share this moment with his new pet, exploding in pleasure with his new toy.

Their speed increased, each one savoring the other. Muscles quaked with the impending orgasms that were being worked up quickly. Runner kept his grip tight, whinnying as he thrust his hips forward, slowly losing control as he was taken further to the edge. Ian's feet kept clenching and unclenching, the man finding it quite difficult to keep focus against the intense pleasure racing through him. Part of it had to be caused by the lack of oxygen and the near vertigo state he was in, but he didn't care one bit.

As if on cue, both males screamed out their joy, never to remove their maws from each other. A flood of semen flowed into Ian's mouth, almost making him gag. He swallowed hard, taking down as much of the flood as he could, a bit of it streaked down his chin. Runner wasn't having the same trouble at his end. He slurped down Ian's load with relish. He enjoyed the flavor and the feel. The horse tasted his new plaything and loved it, sucking every inch and every drop from Ian. The human had to pull off of his sucker in order to breathe, the last two shots from the horse cock decorating his face in potent equine seed.

Panting heavily, Runner placed Ian delicately on the ground. The furless male practically fell over in exhaustion. Before he had any time to recover, Runner fell upon Ian and pressed his lips against the human's. Ian was surprised by how gentle the kiss was from such a strong and powerful male. He had always been told that the Indians were savage and dangerous, but he had seen none of that in the time he had spent with Runner and Stronghooves. His shaft was limp and leaking, but he felt a strong pulse against his hip and realized that Runner was ready to go again. He broke the kiss with a blush and looked somewhat astonishingly at the horse, who was simply grinning.

"You are hard again?" he asked incredulously.

"Again? It is really a still" he responded, another pulse and a feeling of wetness starting to form against his skin. Runner started to grind his hips against the human, hurring lightly as the pleasure started to move through him again.

"Well... I... can't... go again yet." Ian stated bashfully, looking up into Runner's eyes. He noticed that the fire had not left them at his response.

"I'll get you ready again, my human, don't you worry." With that said, the stallion places his thick lips against Ian's neck again, sucking and pressing against the human. Ian gasped and moaned, his body arching against his captor. The horse was playing him perfectly, and he didn't even know that he was able to do that.

With Runner's tongue teasing over his whole body, the young human did not even notice that he was turned over onto his stomach on top of Runner's bed. Said bed was made of nothing but skinned animal furs, but Ian wasn't given the time to think about it. He felt the weight of the horse on his back, and then felt it slide down his torso, a trail kisses and licks moving down his body. A long, low moan came from him, his body reacting to the touches of his equine lover. He felt those soft, smooth lips, and the powerful tongue slide down his body.

The bursting moan that fell from Ian's mouth was loud and caused Runner's ears to flick several times. A grin split the horse's muzzle as he buried his snout deep into the crack of the human's rump, his long tongue flicking over the tight rosebud between Ian's cheeks. The man shivered and moaned, losing himself in a forbidden pleasure that he had never known before. Runner seemed to be enjoying himself and dove in with zeal, licking and sucking on Ian's ass. His tongue was long and strong, and it moved wherever it pleased, touching and teasing Ian's body in his most sensitive places. The new pet could do nothing but writhe in his severe enjoyment, eyes rolling back in his head from the specific sensations traveling along his spine. He grunted a moment when the strength of Runner's licks pushed to the inside of his body, an area that had never had anything placed in it in his life. He gripped the furs under his body tightly and forced himself to relax, though a near scream of pleasure ripped through him, and he threatened to pass out of sensory overload.

The equine kept up his ministrations as long as Ian reacted to them. And boy did the human react to them. His body shook and arched, his hands clenched and pulled at the furs that made up the bed, and the sounds that poured from him gave not indication of embarrassment or inhibition. He was lost, his mind of haze of lust and joy. Runner closed his eyes and relished the feel of his human's reactions. He loved the way Ian's body undulated underneath him, the wonderful sounds that came from him, and lastly the taste of male. His musky body was actually quite tasty, and he really could barely bring himself to pull away, even for a deeper breath.

Runner was panting again, more from lack of breath than anything else, but his member was at full mast and leaking profusely all along his length. It made the flesh glisten in the slowly setting sun outside their secluded spot within the teepee. His rough hands began to move over the smooth flesh of his prone pet, exploring his body again, the feel of electricity passing between the two heated males. As his hands moved to the man's shoulders, his hips pressed against Ian's soft yet tight buttocks. Ian felt the heat of the rather large pole nestled lightly between his cheeks.

The human's eyes went wide at that feeling, understanding what Runner was going for, but at the same time being completely terrified by it. His muscles clenched when his fear increased, but Runner was there. The equine's long snout pressed against Ian's neck and he nuzzled him softly, trying to help the man relax again. He wasn't forceful, just determined. Ian allowed the soft nuzzles and the slow massaging of his body start to relax him again, light huffs and moans released from the happy human.

Along with his foreplay of sweet touching, Runner began to grind his leaking cock along the crack of Ian's ass, huffing out loudly as the pleasure rushed through his body again. The easy movement caused Ian to gasp, his cheeks getting slicked up from the copious amount of pre oozing from Runner's thick cock. The pre eased the horse's movements, allowing him to move farther and faster, his silky-skinned flesh moving right along the entrance to Ian's body. The human was being driven crazy, the sliding motions making his pucker clench and flex. He could barely believe how much he was enjoying this, his body craving more, and his voice echoing that.

"Runner... please... take me." He moaned out, his rump pushed back against the thrusting member. "Just... be gentle."

Runner was having trouble keeping himself from just pounding into his new toy, his own body wanting and needing so much more than he was getting. Being a young stallion made his needs that much more potent. The teasing he was doing to Ian was causing just as much desire on his own body. He nodded and pulled his hips back enough that his large, flat tip was brought to meet the entrance to the human's hole.

He started adding slow pressure, pushing forward and pulling back, not in a rush. Ian groaned each time he felt the pressure against his ass, trying to relax his ring and allow himself to be penetrated by the girthy horseflesh. The horse continued his work, just a little push further each time. His cock was leaking incredibly, lubing up the smaller male as that tight little hole stretched a little more, and a little more, and a little more. After several minutes of this action, the wide horse tip finally broke through Ian's defenses. Both males groaned at the penetration. The desire to thrust hard and deep gripped at Runner's thoughts, but he would not hurt his new pet, not like that. He kept his thrusts mild, moving only the tiniest bit at a time. He sank further and further into his pet's body, little by little getting all the way inside.

A satisfied rumble echoed from his chest when he bottomed out in his human's little bottom. Ian was tense again, though it was more from the fullness in his body than any pain. Runner's gentle motions had kept the pain away for the most part. The furless male sighed when he felt Runner's weight on him fully, the horse's bulk and warmth actually quite comfortable. Arms wrapped around his body, holding him tightly to the rumbling stallion, hot short breaths puffing through the hair on the top of his head.

Runner pulled his hips back slowly, dragging his flared tip backward through the man's tunnel. Once again, they both moaned at the sensation. Runner pushed forward again, his cock buried into his willing captive to its depth. Ian grunted and threw his head back in pleasure, his tight inner walls clenching down around the thick length inside his body. The horse followed that up with a whinny as his breath was nearly taken away from him. Almost losing control, Runner pulled back again almost all the way out and plunged back in. Ian seemed to take it fine, his back arched against Runner's chest from the sudden onslaught.

His equine instincts took over quickly, and the horse started making long, fully deep thrusts into his lover. Powerful movements of his hips jerked Ian's body against the furs, eliciting heavy grunts from the man. Ian didn't seem to mind though, his eyes were rolled back in his head, the deep penetration touching him in places he never thought existed. Runner growled out and nipped at the back of his human's neck. His thrusts only grew more powerful as he became entrenched in his lust. The grip on Ian's body tightened, the horse laying claim to his newest acquisition the way every animal knew how.

Ian was pushed to his limits, the forced pressure on his prostate was incredible. His cock was hard, throbbing against the fur under him, rubbed along the grainy hairs by the forceful thrusts his owner was making. Runner just kept up his thrusts, cock plunging in and out with reckless abandon, pleasure all throughout his body. It exploded along his spine, bursts up through his brain. A loud neigh and roar of ecstasy erupted from the horny equine. He shoved himself into the other male as hard as he could. Ian felt the tip of that lengthy shaft flare open wider, stretching him to the max. A warmth flooded his insides, deep inside his body. He felt Runner's cock flex with each spurt of his not inconsequential amount of seed. The human squirmed and groaned, feeling his body fill with the massive load. He could not help himself and blew his own much smaller batch against the bed, his body shaking from the exertion of the event.

The grunts and moans that came from the teepee could be heard several feet away, catching the ears of some of the other furs around the area. One of such furs was Stronghooves, a small smile spread across his muzzle when he heard the eruption of pleasurable noises that emanated from the tent next to his own. He looked down at his pride, a thirteen inch monster that bobbed up and down and dripped onto the dirt floor of his own teepee. He had tried hard not to listen to his son and the human, but at some point it had become impossible. Now, he found himself worked up more than he had in quite awhile. He knelt on the makeshift bed and tried to meditate, attempting to ignore the peals of bliss in the air. With a snort he stood up, loincloth completely inadequate at hiding the mammoth he had swinging between his legs. The massive stallion paced around his home, paws on his chin and his chest, not giving any attention to his member, not yet anyway.

In the younger horse's teepee, two tired and panting males lay sprawled out across the stick bed of furs. Runner lay face up, watching the darkening sky while riding out his afterglow. Ian was still face down with his ass up in the air, a trickle of thick fluid running from his abused hole. His head was still spinning, a daze of pleasure hanging over him. Idly he trailed a hand over Runner's abs, teasing the thick muscles lying beneath the short fur, the equine's tummy trembling lightly at the tickling touch. Unconsciously, his hand slipped down lower and played with his lover's finally flaccid shaft. Low rumbles of pleasure moved through the horse. Over the course of several minutes, that flesh became turgid again, the young anthro's chest starting to heave again.

"Ian. You are turning me on again. Careful what you do."

The human grinned devilishly, turning his head to look at the horse. "Hmmm... I wonder what we should do with this" he said as he squeezed the tube of flesh that was fully back to life.

"I've created a monster." The young Indian smiled and rolled back on top of his new pet.

"Most definitely" the human joked, grinding his butt back against the male horse's eager thrusts.

"Mind if I join in this round?" A deep booming voice issued from the doorway.

"Father?" Runner looked up to see his enormous parent standing at the entry flap to the teepee. The younger male's movements stopped as he stared at the figure of his father, the imposing Indian showing off his entire body haloed by the setting sunlight at his back.

"You two sounded like you were having so much fun, I just thought I could increase that by adding myself into the mix."

Ian looked between the two equines, his vision going back to Stronghooves' protruding member. A huge blush crossed his features, but he said nothing, his eyes back on Runner for a decision. "It is up to you my owner." He chuckled a bit at his joke, as true as it was.

Runner had a grin spread across his face as he looked up to his father and nodded. "Of course my sire, what's mine is yours."

"Don't go that far, my son, but I would gladly share with you."

That said, the chief moved toward the two males, his cock leading the way, swaying back and forth in the sight of both of the young men. Runner got up off of his pet, allowing Ian to get up too. The first thing the human went to do was to pay respect to the elder Indian. He knelt before the great male and began to worship his gigantic shaft with his hands, his mouth watering at the sight of it. He had already tasted and loved Stronghooves' son's cock. He could imagine that this one would be similar in flavor, though not in size. He leaned in and moved his tongue lightly over the tip, the strong male musk nearly driving him wild already. His talented tongue explored every nook and cranny, finding out about his master's dad by licking his cock.

Stronghooves was in too much of a hurry for the foreplay, having already listened to the first round between his son and the human. His hand moved behind the man's head and started to pull him down. Ian barely had time to take the cock into his mouth before it was plunged down his throat. The huge male tried not to gag him too much, but he needed to get off now. Ian was pushed back when the leader of the tribe started to thrust in and out of his mouth. The rocking of the human's body was not missed at all by Runner, who's eyes followed the movement. He was drooling almost uncontrollably at the sight. He could no longer resist and moved to the used hole of his pet.

Due to the rough pounding Ian had already received, along with the remaining cum dribbling from his body, Runner was able to shove his length to the base in one swift thrust. This caused Ian to grunt around the horse cock in his mouth. He was pushed another couple inches down the shaft in front of him, only a little over halfway down so far. Stronghooves didn't seem to care that Ian couldn't get all the way down on him, pleasing feelings surged through his body. The human's tight throat was doing more than he could have expected. His eyes trailed down Ian's body to the point where his son's body met with the human's. It was a quite a vision, his son's hips slapping quickly against Ian's rump. It worked him up even farther, and he didn't need much prodding in that direction. The large equine was sweaty, his breath huffing through his nose, a creased brow indicating how hard he was concentrating.

The younger horse was concentrating just as hard, his hands holding tight to his pet's hips as he thrust himself with wild abandon. Each push into Ian's ass made a loud slap that made all three males just get further into it. They all wanted more. The air was thick with musk, the smell of manly sexual arousal was potent and drove them all onward. Runner slammed forward over and over again, making his own pleasure soar, making Ian grunt and groan around the thick cock in his throat, making Stronghooves pant and growl out his pleasured frustration. All three men wanted to last, all three wanted to cum. They were torn, but hormones would win out in the end.

The elder horse's thrusts became more erratic, more forceful. His pleasure was getting the best of him. He pushed hard, making Ian's mouth sore. After several powerful thrusts, the large horse ripped his slick shaft from the human's mouth. He huffed and snorted, moaning as he stroked over his manhood. A strong neigh of dominance burst from the older male seconds before his seed did. It erupted from him like a geyser, drenching Ian's head before the human could even react. Cum dripped off of Ian's chin. He stuck his tongue out and brought a small amount into his mouth to taste the potent batter belonging to his owner's dad. He moaned, reaching for his cock, which had become covered in the dripping release of the chief. He pumped himself hard and fast, screaming out his pleasure when his miniscule load was forced from his body, adding to what was already present.

Ian's strong orgasm caused every muscle in his body to tense, including his tortured rear. It gripped and milked Runner's cock like a vice, dragging the young stallion to his end. A whinny that had almost as much strength as his father's tore through him from the tremendous pleasure the act gave him. His hips slammed forward again, and again, until he could take no more. His body tensed, his muscles shaking again. He jammed his cock in deep, a second load deposited in place with the first, some of both seeping from the human's abused backside. Runner pulled out with a plop, his cock practically the only thing holding Ian's body up. Without it, the man collapsed down onto the wet and sticky furs under the trio. The two stallions stood over the prone male. They looked at each other and smiled. Without warning to the human, they both released a pent up stream of urine, two powerful jets hitting Ian all over his body. He was too tired to react, and lay there taking the marking without much fuss. By the time it was finished, the acrid smell of piss was added to the scents in the air. The two equines looked down on the human and smiled, having made him a part of their property. Ian, his body covered in multiple fluids, felt like he belonged, for the first time ever.