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"Open up Sheepy!"

It took me a moment to realise the banging wasn't entirely inside my head. The door was getting a hammering, from someone keen to talk to me this morning.

"Open this fucking door Sheepy I know you are in there!"

I peeled my tongue off the roof of my mouth, scratched my balls and tried to focus my eyes, which seemed to be having trouble with light. Specifically, it caused them excruciating pain, which in turn made me close them again. Quickly.

"Open up you cunt, or I'm going to break this fucking door down you stupid ewe!"

Sheepy...the name registered. Sheepy. Ok, so I am a sheep, or at least a ram to be precise. But nobody calls me Sheepy, except....

"Oh fuck!"

It came back to me then, like another hammer blow to the head. I tried to get up, but I found myself on the floor instead, holding my aching head as flashes of lightning played across my vision. I could sort of make out the door to the hallway; and I knew I should head that way, but for the moment that was a little beyond my capabilities. Instead I found voice; croaky, Tom Waits voice but a lot less musical.

"Horsey...just...wait a minute ok? I'll...ugh....I'll be there in a sec."

"Fuck that Sheepy, get it open now!"

I managed a groan, crawling towards the doorway in slow motion as my mind caught up on events piece by piece. What I was remembering was not encouraging.

Why the hell had I done it? What possessed me? I mean, I know alcohol is not my friend, and when I'm pissed I get even more indiscrete than normal, but fuck even for me this was bad.

"Hurry up you useless lamb and open this fucking door you coward!"

I guess I was a coward, in a way. Ok, a total coward, and perhaps last night was some bizarre way of my conscience trying to fight its way to freedom. I knew I had to face the music though, and it would not be pretty music. Atonal if I was lucky. And I deserved it. I replayed the night in my mind, every step of the way gobsmacked at my stupidity.

The martinis, that was the problem. I am a sucker for martinis, and the maid of honour kept on ordering them, great big trayfuls of clear brainsnapping goodness. I had been basking in the glow of approval, and attention, and acceptance, a heady cocktail for me stronger even than the martinis.

My best friend's fiance's hens night, and I was an honoured guest, the only guy allowed. Will's best mate, best man, confidant and support; and as a gay guy, apparently an honorary girl according to the maid of honour. Secretly, I think she only invited me so I could organise the strippers. Due to some of Will's best mates having another wedding this weekend, we had moved his bucks night to the weekend before, so I could attend both. Like a putz I agreed when the invite came.

I had provided the entertainment, in spades. First, the final act of the stripper show had been a stunningly hot bi bull that I had once had a stormy wild fling with, dynamite in the sack and with a list of kinks as long as your arm. He had whipped the girls into a screaming frenzy, going all the way and unusually allowing them to fondle his cock and bull balls happily. He always was a cocky bitch, and a flirt. It didn't surprise me when I went searching for some misplaced bags later and found him balls deep in one of the bridesmaids in a storage room. She certainly enjoyed the show, judging by the moans.

The second act had been all me though. Tanked, and silly, I had been listening in while the girls shared their craziest sex moments, the talk getting increasingly wild until the bride to be blushingly confided that Will was pretty vanilla. I had coughed up my martini and uttered the doomed words; "Hah! That's what you think! Let me tell you..."

I wish the floor had opened up and swallowed me first...still, it was a hot story. One I often replayed in my mind, jacking off with a huge grin on my muzzle, and other thoughts too...

*****

"Horsey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing Sheepy...just get back to the calculus. If I don't get this soon my parents are going to have me grounded and take away the car."

"Horsey, you will be fine, have I ever let you down? The Blake Jackson tutoring service never fails...or at least it never fails my best mate. Now, being in a funk won't help though, so you might as well tell me what's going on so I can console you, or laugh whichever I prefer, and we can move on."

"Fine best friend you are Sheepy."

"Says the horse I managed to get through year 11 maths with an A."

"Fine, fine. It's...Renee."

"Renee...Tennyson?"

"The same."

"Don't tell me you two are an item?"

"We are but...well there's a complication."

In year 12, Renee was IT. Capitals intended. She wasn't the prettiest, wasn't the most beautiful, but the tigress managed to exude an almost palpable miasma of sex. It flowed off her, into the nostrils of any nearby male and made their dicks respond and their brains shut down instantly. Even I felt it, it was that powerful.

I was, and am, resolutely gay, a perfect Kinsey six. And I knew since puberty, when I started getting those funny feelings my best friend Horsey got about girls, but instead I got them about guys. Mostly about Horsey.

I never was that scared again in my life, as I was that first summer as a confused teenager. I shared everything with my friend, ever since we had been neighbours from the age of four. I liked everything about him, down to the way he let me keep using our pet names for eachother even as grown up highschoolers. Besides, Sheepy beat the hell out of BJ.

Gripped by depression and suicidal thoughts, I eventually told a terrified Horsey what was wrong; and then I found the other side of the cliff may not be a jump to the death. The bastard said he assumed I was, but didn't want to push, he was just worried sick when I got depressed. Then he asked if I wanted to go to the skatepark with him, and called me Sheepy as if nothing momentous had happened. The world suddenly seemed possible.

I had told very very few, until I left school. Those who knew, could be relied on not to tell, and not to mind. It was always there between me and Horsey, of course, but I told myself, not in a bad way. He knew, and it didn't change how he felt. Trouble was, I kind of wanted it to matter; I wanted him to want me and be unburdened from the need to be straight around me. Naïve ram is naïve.

So when I knew he was hooking up with Renee Tennyson, a big part of me knew why and kind of approved. She was smoking, and up for it by all accounts. Another big part cried like a televangelist. That would stay hidden though; bros are excited for bros who get pussy, especially pussy as delectable as Renee. So...what could be wrong?

"Complication? In having the hottest, most sexually active girl in school wanting you to bang her senseless? I assume she does...or is she really nothing like the gossip and is saving herself for marriage?" Poor Horsey's ears had fallen, and his eyes looked downcast. I almost thought I had hit on the problem and was about to apologise when he shook his head and dropped it into his hands. This must be even more serious than I thought.

"Drugs? Bad B.O.? Tiny vag that can't take a horseschlong? Tattoo of Justin Bieber on her ass? What is it Horsey, you have to give me some clues?"

"She's hot, I mean, I want it so bad. And, thing is Sheepy, I really like her...a lot. She's fun, and sweet, and she likes me a lot, and we get on really well."

"So?"

"There is one condition though, before we, er..."

"Bury the horse sausage? Do the horizontal mambo? Fuck?"

"Yeah...um...fuck I can't believe I'm saying this...but...she likes to fuck guys."

"Well, I assumed she likes to fuck guys."

"No, I mean, she really likes to...fuck...guys."

I looked at him strangely for a moment, the solution beginning to dawn, though I couldn't quite bring myself to believe it.

"You mean she likes to....be the daddy?"

"Yeah."

"Only the daddy?"

"No, she likes...she likes cock, but she will only sleep with a guy if he agrees to let her...have him before he can have her. Sort of...condition of entry, so to speak."

I didn't know whether to be amused, appalled, or jealous. I kind of settled for all three.

"And you are..."

"Well, I do like her so...yeah."

"Oh my poor Horsey!"

He just nodded, face buried in his hands again. Then he had a brainwave, one that I still have to pinch myself over.

"Um Sheepy, do you think...nah nevermind."

"What Horsey?"

"No, it's just...I'm scared. And I don't want to be some sort of dickhead, and do it wrong, or like scream and whimper like a chick. I want to..."

"Take it like a stallion?"

"I guess."

"Well, first times are painful Horsey, I mean, you do get used to it after a while and a bit of practice, but, depending on how big the dildo she uses is and how rough she is, your ass could be in for a rude awakening."

"I know, I sort of figured that out. And I knew you would know everything about it. That's why...well I thought..."

"What?"

"You could kind of...help out a mate."

And that was how I became Blake Jackson, anal trainer extraordinaire. That would make a kick ass business card.

I shouldn't have done it, I know that in hindsight. But I was so worried for my poor stud, cute Horsey of my dreams, and he was so lost, I could not deny him. And Horsey was a pretty good athlete by now, due to his strong work ethic and dedication, so he was not one to shirk training once he had decided to do it. We would begin that very night, Monday. He had a date with Renee set for Saturday, so I had until then to prepare my Horsey's ass for its date with destiny.

"You..um...you have like...dildos right?"

I paused a moment, part of me wanting to say no and see if he would allow an alternative method, more in keeping with my desires. I couldn't do that to Horsey though, so I admitted to a reasonable collection. In fact, I had a boxfull stashed behind my desk, dildos of every size and species; anal pleasuring suitable for every occasion. They all had names, usually based on guys I knew who they reminded me of.

"So, er, how do we do this?"

"Well, it is customary to be naked, so..."

"Yeah, sorry, I'm such an ass."

I bit my tongue, determined to try really hard not to make this harder. Damn...harder...that was the other problem; I had popped mammoth bone and it would not go down.

"Just take your time Horsey. Trust me, your gay anal training guide, put your tailhole in my paws and I will show you the way."

"No paws..."

"Er...yes paws Horsey. At least for, well you will see..."

He looked downcast, but nodded. I realised I could probably do all sorts of terrible things if I wanted, but I promised myself I wouldn't . Horsey trusted me, and that made me glow so warmly inside I really wanted to be worthy of his trust, and do a good job. Argh! Job...too many bad jokes.

Horsey stood beside my bed, hiding his eyes behind his forelock as he sometimes did. It was one of his cutest looks, that shy stud all bashful, and I so badly wanted to jump into his arms and kiss the fuck out of him. I just stood back and nodded though, as he gave a long sigh and fumbled with his belt and buttons, sliding a perfectly faded pair of 501's down long muscled thighs to a puddle on the floor, followed by the sexiest pair of Aussiebum briefs that hugged his stallion package in what I can confidently remember was an alluring and stylish embrace.

As he completed the striptease, pulling a rugby top over his head and depositing all his clothes carefully and neatly on the desk, I tried very hard to assume a nonchalant but reassuring demeanour, kind of like a doctor before a hernia examination. Yes, I am going to touch you places you probably would prefer not, but trust me...I'm a professional, and it will be over soon.

He gave me a sort of haunted look before climbing on the bed, sitting in the lotus position, hands covering his genitals or at least as much as even his hands could cover that set of beauties.

"Um...Horsey...your ass is kind of hard to get to like that..."

"Yeah, uh..."

"I think probably you should get on all fours, that's best."

"Right"

I had to mentally slap myself to stop weirding out at the sheer banality of the conversation. I had Horsey naked on all fours presenting his ass to me for play. There should be fucking speeches, and swelling string music, and choruses of angels from on high shouting hallelujias. Or at least a polite round of applause.

"Like this Sheepy?"

Then I got The View. Standing at the end of my bed, I had a perfect line of sight; an ass end view so to speak. Horsey had taken up a perfect doggy style pose, his ass pointed at me, shoulders slumped a little, his head bent forward and resting on the pillow. My pillow; god I wanted to smell that pillow now.

His legs were well spread, giving me a perfect view of everything. A pair of broad hooves tilted slightly towards the ceiling, then long muscled fetlocks, covered in light coloured feathering that looked so soft and adorable. The upward plane of strong thighs, his left hamstring twitching a little under the strain of the whole situation, as if Horsey's body was preparing to bolt while his mind fought for calm. Then two perfect globes of chestnut fur covered muscle, with a deep cleft between them, a deep cleft now visible thanks to his well spread legs.

I could see the black length of his taint, running down to that heavy scrotum, now hanging low and bulging, two fat orbs jiggling. His sheath was just visible, though the contents remained resolutely contained for now. In the opposite direction though, I saw the magnificent spectacle of Horsey's pucker, a big fat donut of muscle. And so help me God, it was winking, in time to the nervous swishing of his tail above his back.

My mouth opened and closed a couple of times, a soft whimper all I could manage at first. He turned his head and opened his eyes then, looking at me quizzically.

"I said, like this Sheepy?"

"Yes, I like it a lot, a whole lot ah...sorry, I mean, yes, just like that is fine. Fine. Fine. Really really fine....oh so fine..."

"Sheepy!"

"Sorry, I promise not to say a word Horsey. But if I did, that word would be..."

"Say it and I go home."

"Spoilsport."

He nickered then, and turned back to the pillow letting out little horse sighs and flicking his tail faster. I struggled, but managed to remember what I was here for.

Rummaging in the box behind my desk, I took out my choice. Nigel...Nigel would be first. Ahh Nigel...such a cute guy, such a good kisser. Such a disappointment in the genital department, that deer. But a small, nicely tapered and thin dildo would be perfect for Horsey's first. Well, other than a certain ram cock, but that wasn't happening.

"Okay Horsey, I'm starting you small. Meet Nigel...he will do you right."

"Nigel?"

"I name my dildos...don't ask."

I saw Horsey's eyes widen a little, and a slight shake of his head followed by a snort.

"Can I remind you only one of us currently has his ass in the air waiting for a dildo, and it isn't me?"

"Point taken."

"I hope you are good at taking....nevermind."

My bedside drawer opened, and I took out ole faithful, my personal bottle of lube. I loved this one, after much trial and error I had found the perfect combination of slipperiness and viscosity. And it tasted half ok too. I popped the cap, squirting a liberal dose onto my paws. I hoped God would forgive me for what I was about to do, but I felt I was owed something for all this torture. A little white lie wouldn't hurt.

"Now, Horsey. First we need to get you ready. You can't just slam a dildo into a guy's ass; unless you want his ass to split like a watermelon. And you are a virgin too. So, we need to take it slow. And that means, fingers first, so I can feel your ass give a little and get the lube nice and properly into you. It's the only way."

"F...fingers? But...are you sure you can't just squirt some on the dildo and take it slow?"

"Trust me Horsey...I am an expert. It must be fingers. And I'm doing this for your ass; it will thank me."

"Uh....ok. Just...no like fondling and shit just...do what you have to and get out of there..."

"Horsey, I will be as gentle as a lamb..."

"You are such a shit sometimes Sheepy."

"Now is the time I would be polite if I were you Horsey."

He had the sense to bite his lips and screw up his eyes. Such a cute stud.

I looked at my paw, making sure the fingers had a good thick coating and my fingerhooves were well tended, and knelt on the bed behind Horsey. My cock throbbed, and jerked, a nice wet patch beginning to form on my jeans. There wasn't much I could do about it, so I just tried to ignore it and carry on.

Without thinking, I put my left paw down to steady myself before proceeding. I felt something warm and soft, my fingers closing on it before I realised what it was. I had gripped Horsey's fetlock, my fingers sliding through soft feathering. It really was soft, and silky, and I couldn't resist, rubbing over the hairs and fondling the muscles in his calf. I could hear him nicker, but he didn't jerk away, didn't yell.

Have you ever had that one perfect touch, the moment electricity slammed through the other guy's body and straight into your heart? I had that, right then, just stroking Horsey's fetlock, making patterns in his feathering while he whickered and his tail swished against my chest. I had to bite my tongue to stop crying out.

Instead I returned to my task, bringing one shaking finger to that muscled pucker and hesitating for a few heartbeats before touching. I did get a reaction then, a shudder that ran through his body, a clenching of his sweet pucker, and a gasp.

"Fuck! That's cold."

"Sorry Horsey...the lube can feel a bit that way at first. Just relax...It'll feel better soon."

Relax. I wish I could. I circled his pucker first, smearing a line of lube over that ridge of horse muscle, feeling it flutter like a baby bird, then went for gold, one digit pressed against the pucker and sliding slowly inside.

"Ahhhh........."

I ignored his discomfort, or surprise, I couldn't tell which. My excuse was that I was being a hell of a lot more gentle than Renee would be.

My finger sunk into the hottest furnace of an ass I ever experienced. It was like some sick gastronome chef had microwaved a stick of butter then frozen just the outside in liquid nitrogen, leaving a molten core of heat under an apparently normal surface. Heston Blumenthal does porn.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit!"

"You...ah....*fuck* you ok Horsey?"

"Yeah, give me a moment will you?"

"Fine by me!"

I wiggled my finger, pure evil taking over under the influence of molten horseybutt. His butt cheeks sort of danced then, clenching and jiggling just like his balls, so close to my paw I could almost feel them hit my knuckles. He grunted, lots, but got himself under control eventually, which was more than I was.

"Ugh...ok...keep going."

What a trooper.

I decided to add a second finger to the mix, slipping it in beside the first, which seemed to have lost all sensation due to the persistent effects of nuclear powered horse anus. They call it K-19...The Widowmaker.

"Huh!...uhhhhhh..."

As I wiggled around two well spread fingers now, liberally coating the inside of Horsey's anus with thick gooey lube, I realised that his grunts had changed a little. They were less pained, less worried and more...enthusiastic. Then I realised something dark and forbidding was between Horsey's thighs.

Horsey had dropped, like a good stallion, and his horsecock had flopped onto the bed, the flared tip pressed against my duvet. Now I wanted to sniff the duvet even more than the pillow.

Trying very hard to remain calm, I slid my fingers from their new favourite home, watching Horsey's ass try and fail to close completely, its lips glistening with lube. Never have I seen a more inviting ass. My cock tried to break through my pants, but only managed to get caught in the leg of my briefs and bend painfully while I tried to reposition it without snapping my cock in half.

Carefully, I poured a litre of lube on Nigel, then shrugged and added a second litre for good luck. I brought it's pointed tip to that vulnerable little pucker, all sweetly wrinkly, and pressed while slowly rotating clockwise (I decided clockwise was better than anticlockwise, I can't remember why).

"Ugh!...Ugh!Ahhhahahahhahahahhhh......fffffffffffff....................shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

It went in easily, in fact easier than I expected, and all seven inches of plastic disappeared into that horse ass like a rat up a drainpipe and suddenly my paw was up against his pucker again, and I had to remember not to let go.

"Ugh! Fuck...that...feels.....weird..."

"Don't worry Horsey...it's all in now, I'm just going to work it around a little, just so you get used to it."

"Fuck I don't know if I can ever get used to ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I had pulled out, then slid in again, but this time at a different angle, my downstroke terminating in a slight resistance as I hit something spongy. This impact corresponded with the most amazing sound from Horsey's muzzle, like a question that got hijacked by pleasure and pain simultaneously. I almost lost Nigel then, letting go and watching a quivering horse donut begin to swallow the last part of my dildo. I only barely managed to get enough grip on the end to haul it back a bit.

"What the fuck was that!?"

"Uhhh, I think I might know Horsey. Just let me try this again and see..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhughghghghgg!"

"Yeah...that's it. Thought it might be a bit deeper, you are lucky Horsey."

"Why am I lucky?"

"That's your prostate. Sort of joy button just for guys, our own inner clit if you will. If Renee can hit that repeatedly...well, you might just find you like it a little Horsey."

"I...don't know, I....ahhhhhhghghghughhhhh"

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that Horsey. Now, to work."

I began working that delectable horsebutt harder, with faster thrusts, about every third one smacking into his virgin prostate and drawing one of those cute sounds from him. He began to stop resisting, my horse relaxing in spite of the awkwardness of the situation, his body now putty in my paws. I couldn't resist.

Zeroing in on his nut, I began peppering it with thrusts, slapping it faster and faster as my best mate began grunting, louder and louder. My paw wandered up from his fetlock, over those powerful thighs to stroke his left ass cheek, my fingers raking through his fur while I powerprobed his prostate. Horsey was mine at last...and I would have my rich honey-thick rewards.

He let out a surprised whinny, his head thrown back a little and his tail started to slap against my chest, hard. Once, twice, three times, and suddenly I could smell the most amazing scent, pungent and tangy, while his ass tried to pull the dildo out of my paw and into his depths and I had to hang on by my fingertips. A puddle developed on my bed, a growing puddle of stallion spunk spread about as his cock swayed up to his belly and down again, spraying his fluid about everywhere. Then it was over, and I realised Horsey wasn't the only one; my pants were sticky with ram seed.

While he panted, I fell forward, resting my head on his back. I had short horns then, so I could still rest my head on its side without hurting him, and that's what I did, arms wrapping around his chest. With what little brain I had left, I slid the dildo from his ass, otherwise I might have to go on a rescue mission into Horsey's ass for Nigel. Fantastic Voyage would have been a far better movie with that premise.

It didn't last, of course.

"Uh...Sheepy....can you get off me? This is a bit..."

"Yeah, sorry, just got...carried away. How are you Horsey?"

"Honestly? Freaked. Embarassed. My ass isn't too sore though, so I guess that's a good sign."

"Hey, you are a natural Horsey, my best student ever."

"Thanks...I...um..."

"How about I head to the bathroom and let you clean up a bit, there is a towel just there..."

"Thanks Sheepy."

I headed for the bathroom, undressing to throw my trashed pants into the washing hamper, substituting them for yesterday's. As rank as they were, they were in infinitely better condition...my boxers were dripping.

When I returned to my room, Horsey had dressed, though he managed to put his rugby top on inside out, and he was looking around wildly for something with a terrified look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh...I tried to clean it all up but..."

"Relax Horsey, its ok. I'll change the bedclothes in a while, don't worry."

He looked like he might cry then, he was so embarrassed. His cheeks were all flushed too, and his eyes sparked with a mix of emotions. I gave him an out, bringing us back to calculus as if nothing had happened, and as if the room didn't stink of horse seed and ram musk. Guys can ignore stuff like that with enough motivation. It's how we conquer Everest, the South Pole, the world oyster eating record. Ignore the voices in your head telling you this is fucking crazy, the smell of your gangrenous toes lost to frostbite, and focus on the goal and everything will be ok. Emotion is for sissies.

Of course, I didn't sleep a wink that night once Horsey went home. Not only from jacking my cock six times in a row; my head and heart were bursting as much as my balls. A part of me wanted him to never come back, and never mention it again, but not the dominant part. Mostly I wanted more, and convinced myself he would want it forever if I just showed him right.

Like the dedicated athlete he was, Horsey did return, every night (well not Thursday, as that was football practice and they had a special team dinner afterwards). I worked him up my collection, in case Renee pulled a nasty one on him and went for broke, through Colin and Daniel. Finally, we reached the maximum I thought I could try on him on Friday night; another moment of extreme awkward.

"So, which one do we use tonight Sheepy?"

I grinned, hopefully disarmingly, and pulled out my favourite. Modelled on a stallion, it had a perfect flared end, not too broad, and a medial ring, nice and lifelike. It was over a foot long, but I knew my student could take it. I had faith in him.

"Here we go...my personal favourite. Let me introduce you to...the William."

I wished I could have shoved the words back in my muzzle.

"Um...as in..."

"Ahh yeah, sorry Horsey. You should be flattered really, I mean, this is one seriously great dildo and..."

"Havent you like slept with the other guys you named them after?"

"Well, at least gone down on, but..."

"So, er, why, I mean, we haven't, and...when did you see...I mean..."

"Just a joke Horsey, really. It's a stallion dildo, you're a stallion..."

Of course it wasn't just a joke. I had seen Horsey hard, a few times. We would stay over at each other's place, and when we went on holidays, my parents would sometimes invite Horsey along so I'd have a mate with me. Sometimes, at night, the bedclothes would fall off, and there would be an erect Horsey, fast asleep dreaming the dreams of the innocent. And, well, to be honest, often it was me removing the bedclothes. And, sometimes, applying a paw to a naked Horsey sheath.

I would close my eyes, and slide William into my ass, sometimes hard, sometimes slow, always incredible, and in my mind my Horsey would be over me, body surrounding me. But, in my fantasy, our eyes were always open, and locked on each other while my stud entered me just how I wanted it that time. He always knew just what I wanted.

Now, Horsey eyed the dildo in my paws, his mind ticking over as we prepared for his last training session. He would be ready for anything after this. Except of course what was in my heart. I saw him think about asking, but deciding not to, as he took up his usual position on my bed. We had taken precautions now, a few towels spread over the bed to account for any accidents. They never were accidents though, I always made sure my Horsey got as much pleasure as I could give him.

When we had finished, and I was about to leave for the bathroom and my usual date with my paw while Horsey recovered and dressed, he stopped me and looked into my eyes shyly, in the way that always made me quiver.

"Thanks Sheepy. For...everything. Tell me what I can do to repay you, and I will. Just name it."

I could think of a few things, all bad.

"Wait till you survive your date Horsey, then we will see."

And he smiled and we brofisted like good straight mates do when one of us is about to get in the pants of the hottest girl in school.

I got in the mother of all funks on Saturday night, picturing what was going on at Renee's place. A part of me really wanted to be there to watch, something about my stud mate getting pegged really got my hormones racing. As a result, I alternated crying with jacking off for much of the night, sometimes mixing the two until I was out of both cum and tears.

Sleeping for much of Sunday, I went out with another mate and got hammered before stumbling home wrecked. I had hurled my lunch and managed to make it back to bed when a familiar presence poked his muzzle round the door. A muzzle with a six foot wide grin plastered over it.

"So...my student returns. Tell me...did you do me proud?"

"Hehe yes Sheepy. Thank fuck for your help though...she says she likes testing a guy, so she uses a dildo about the same size as his cock, to see if he can take it. She was pretty gentle, not too bad, but it still wasn't easy. Once she got her rocks off from fucking me though she was wild; we went at it all night, and I can say it was ayfuckingmazing. Like...I saw stars."

"Well...the apprentice has become the master. A proud moment for any teacher."

His smile was all for me now.

"Thanks Sheepy, and thanks for being...a good sport."

"Don't mention it."

And I slapped his ass, in true bro fashion. He gave a wince.

"Ahh...ass a bit sore then?"

"Yeah...kind of...burns a little..."

"I might have something for that too..."

So I had Horsey in his usual position one more time, while I tended to his sore pucker, the bitch Renee having damaged that perfect flower in her carelessness. I hated her a little then. His pucker was all red and sore, and a little puffy, and I had some soothing ointment for it. I lathered up my paw, gingerly touching him and stopping when he whimpered, until he relaxed and the ointment took effect. His whimpers turned to sighs then, and I guess that is what got me bold. That and the colossal amount of cheap beer I had on board.

"Horsey, I know how you can pay me back."

"Ughhhh...um...how Sheepy?"

"I want to suck you off."

Silence.

"Did you hear me?"

"Um...what the?"

"You said name it. I just did. Would you rather suck me off then?"

"Hey! No way..."

"Fine, then let me do this. You owe me, and it's not as if you won't enjoy it. Just once, and we're even. Come on stud, what do you say?"

I never expected him to agree, I really was mostly joking. The booze made me stupid; something of a pattern there. I looked him in the eye though, too trashed to break up in laughter, and it must have worked to make me look convincing. Horsey blinked a few times, stunned, his thoughts clouded. And then I saw him turn over and lay back on the bed, his legs spread a little, eyes like saucers.

"Ok Sheepy, I...whatever you say..."

Then he gave me a pleading look.

It took me long moments to adjust to what was happening. I thought about breaking into laughter, telling him I was joking, and to get dressed and put his junk away, but one look at that beautiful horsehood drove all thoughts of denial away. He was already partly hard, his cock poking from his sheath lips, the flare already spread and a glint of precum on his tip. He had hardened for me, either from my attention to his sore ass, or the idea of a blowjob, or both. I didn't care. My stud got hard for me.

Moving on remote control, I knelt on the floor before him. He spread his legs wider, either side of me, and I ran my paws up his legs, from the soft feathering of his fetlocks, that beautiful touch that first sent shivers into me and fucked me up inside, up the inside of his thighs, watching the way it made his cock harden more, then to cup his balls. Such a heavy pawfull, more than a pawfull really, I rested them in my palm, fingers underneath and behind, just tickling while he nickered and shivered at my touch.

Then I bent my muzzle to him, not really believing. I kept my eyes on him all the way down, his look of need never changing, though it did get a hint of amusement when my bobbing motion ended with his cockhead poking my eye. I backed off and tried again, this time rewarded with a hiss of pleasure as my lips wrapped around his shaft just under the flare.

I took my time, letting my tongue play on his head, poking at the dripping slit, then circling his flare. One paw kept up a gentle play with his testicles, while the other gripped his sheath, and I held him there while I slowly worked my way down his shaft. I couldn't take all that much, but it was working for him. He let out loud pleasured noises, and I could feel his shaft quivering through my lips. Little spurts of pre hit the back of my throat, and he let out a long moan when I finally reached his medial.

My body burned with the pleasure of pleasuring my stud, and as I became more confident, and more aroused, I became bolder, sliding a finger up and under his sac, touching his taint while I bobbed on his horsecock. He shook, violently, his whole body responding now, and his hips started to buck a little, coming off the bed to thrust his cock deeper into my throat. I used my paw to control him as much as I could, so I wouldn't choke on horsecock, and worked my tongue on his head, desperate to bring him off.

When the end came, it came fast. Horsey ley out a whinny, and I felt his balls rise then suddenly I had a muzzlefull of thick horse seed. I realised, belatedly, that I had never taken a load from a horse, and it was much more than I expected. I also, belatedly, realised that trying to take a torrent of horse seed was a bad idea when drunk.

I gave a sort of hiccough, drawing Horsey spunk into places it wasn't designed to go, some shooting out my nose, some down my throat and into my stomach, some trying to even go down into my lungs. I coughed, and wheezed, but it kept coming, a river of Horsey spoo, and though I eventually managed to get my swallowing reflexes working, the damage had been done.

My stomach rebelled, violently, and I managed to look up at a post orgasmic Horsey briefly, seed dribbling from my nose, and give him a wan smile before I bolted to the bathroom and was violently sick. I felt him behind me, cradling my head as the last of the nausea abated.

"Shit...I'm so sorry Sheepy...I'm so fucking stupid...please...oh God..."

I tried to tell him it wasn't him, but he wasn't listening, and instead he just babbled away about how stupid and ugly he was. Then he tossed his clothes on and ran for the door before I could recover sufficiently to stop him.

By unspoken mutual consent, we never spoke about it again. Never. He stayed with Renee for a few months, but eventually she tired of him and dumped him for a bull in year 11 who looked like being school captain the next year. Horsey finally found Margaret, the delightful mare who would become his fiancé, in college, and I watched them become closer and closer while I cursed for what might have been.

*****

"Sheepy, quit stalling you fucker. I swear I will hoof down this door if you don't open it pronto!"

I had finally reached the hallway, and destiny was not far away. As I stood, I could see in my mind's eye the expression on the faces of my audience last night as I related the tale of Blake the anal trainer and Will the horny stud, omitting nothing, not even the final humiliating blowjob. Nothing except the emotional subtext in my heart that is; though as I looked at Margaret, even in my drunk stupor I could tell she got it. Her eyes told me so.

Most of the others were just delighted to have such juicy gossip, and laughing up a storm at the picture of quiet studly Will bent over getting his ass reamed. And I loved it, drinking in their laughter, secretly enjoying unburdening after all this time. Then I saw Margaret, and I enjoyed that too.

Now you know. Now you know how lucky you are, mare. Treat him well. Please.

"Fine, fine Horsey, just fucking wait. No hoofing...here..."

I found the handle, my other paw fumbling with the lock. I felt it click, the door unsnibbed, the handle turning.

The door almost exploded, pushing me backwards. A chestnut fury descended on me, one paw swinging, the fist balled and ready, that fine soft feathering fluttering in the wind as his arm moved and the ball of anger approached.

It connected with my face, smacking into my cheek and I went down like a sack of spuds, groaning while he yelled incoherently. Horsey fell on me, and we wrestled our way down the corridor into the loungeroom, all the while grunting and grappling. Then he began to scream at me.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Telling that story, to my fiancé and all her friends? Are you fucking deranged? What did you think would happen? Do you know the shit Marg has been asking me all morning?"

I couldn't answer, I was too breathless from struggling against Horsey. We reached the lounge, collapsing on the rug in front of the fireplace, Horsey over me, his thighs straddling me.

"Is that what you wanted Blake? Is it? Did it give you some sort of fascination doing that just before my wedding? Is this what you wanted all along...well you can have it Sheepy...open up you bastard..."

His thighs straddled my head now, hands gripping my horns, big horns of a mature ram, horns to be proud of. His groin was over my face, all round me, his scent everywhere, that incredible powerful scent of stallion, my Horsey. His groin pressed into my muzzle, hard, and I could feel the throb of swollen cock, out of its sheath and hardening in his shorts.

"Is this what you want...?"

Yes.

I reached for him, stroking his powerful length through the fabric, lungs heaving as we struggled. I heard his whinny, so sexy that whinny. He felt me touching him, accepting. Then I reached under the waistband of his shorts, touching flesh, my fingertips running down his length while he moaned. I pulled his shorts down, just enough, releasing the monster in all its remembered glory. William...I still had William, in a box in my bedroom. This was so much better.

I took him lovingly into my muzzle, lips sliding down his shaft and closing tight around his width. I was so much more skilled now, especially with guys as big as Horsey. I made love to his cock, my tongue circling his flare while I suckled on his throbbing length, my paws not idle either, one caressing his balls while the other just ran fingers through his tail. I loved that tail. When we sat together in maths class, Horsey would flick it against my leg to distract me, then look over and wink. I had missed that tail so much.

"Ohhh...ohhh God....Sheepy...."

I could only moan throatily, my muzzle full of horsecock, saliva dripping onto my chest as I worshipped his stallionhood. His hips started moving, humping my muzzle, his cock driving in deeper and deeper, rasping on my throat but I didn't care.

"Ohhhh yes...ohhhyes....yes...yes....yes...ugh...ugh...ughhh"

I felt it coming, his balls pulling up, cock flexing and twitching, flare swelling. Pre dribbled down my throat and I drank it all in. Then I felt his tail suddenly pull against my fingers, his cock jerking...and a loud screaming whinny.

This time I took it all, every last drop, milking my stud, squeezing his balls and sucking on his tip, drawing out his pleasure and raising it up, an apotheosis in sex. His hips thrust wildly, facefucking me in his orgasmic abandon, every fine muscle of his body tensed and visible.

When it was over, we lay there, out of breath, Horsey still straddling my muzzle, hands still wrapped around my horns. Then I felt him pull off, sitting back on his haunches, hands crossed in his lap, a spent horsecock lolling forgotten against his t-shirt.

"Shit...I'm so sorry Sheepy...I'm so fucking stupid...please...oh God...I'm sorry. I don't know...I don't know why I did that...I can't...oh God, why did I do that to you?"

I found my voice, between pants for breath, lying back on the rug. I managed to prop my back against the couch, and looked my stud over, while he just sat still as marble, panting too, tears forming in his eyes.

"Well, if you wanted a blowjob Horsey, you only ever had to ask. I mean it. It wasn't you...well, the throwing up wasn't you...the good feelings, and the pleasure, that was you. I got drunk, and when you came hard and quickly...well, I wasn't as experienced as I made out then. But it wasn't you, far from it. For a moment, I was the happiest I had ever been in my life."

He looked at me then, eyes bright, just sitting. Then he reached forward, pulling my head forward to his, muzzle to muzzle. I felt his lips, soft and warm, a tingle on mine as they opened and we kissed, a groan from the depths of my soul lost in that kiss. Then he turned away, facing the door, unable to look at me . His body shook, and then he gave a long sigh that came from his hooves.

"It was always you, Sheepy. Only ever you. Always. Why the fuck...why did it have to be you?"

And then he stood and walked slowly from my home, his hooves clattering on the hardwood floor, while I stared at his retreating form. I don't know how many hours it was that I just lay there with his words in my mind, and his kiss on my lips, the memory on an endless loop.

*****

"So...got the rings I hope Sheepy?"

"All set. I don't forget things Horsey, you know that."

"Yeah...I know...it was just you were looking a little out of it."

"Just...reminiscing Horsey."

"Sheepy, I..."

"It's your wedding day Horsey, be in the moment. Even if your bride to be is going to be fashionably late."

"Yeah...I...thanks Sheepy. I'm sorry..."

"Me too Horsey...me too."

I am such a coward. I am such a coward. Sheepy by name, Sheepy by nature. Unless...

"Sheepy...about last Sunday."