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The first thing Temlock felt when he regained consciousness was the terrible itchiness and dryness that had beset his throat. His mouth was open, bringing in great huffs of the dry grassland air. He stirred to life with a cough and wheeze before his eyes snapped open to see the inner pinnacle of a tipi hut. This was not the open sky he was used to waking up to when the sun was in its early stretches from the east. This was not his bedroll, but a comfortable mat and blanket. None of this was familiar.

With a sudden vigor he shot upright into a sitting position, letting the blanket fall from his muscle-laden torso and showing off the velvety red chestnut of his coat. He put a white-sleeved hand over his chest, feeling the escalating thump of his heart and the swell of his lungs. The other hand went to his head, then his long horse snout. Nothing hurt. Everything was in place. Looking down into his lap where the blanket had fallen into a crumple, he noticed that he was naked. He pulled the blanket aside, exposing his brawny, sinewy legs to the cool air. Between his thighs sat a swollen man purse, the chocolate brown skin stretched smooth by the burden of his testicles. That and his puckered sheath were unharmed. Bending his knees and flexing his toes showed that his legs were in working order too.

What happened? How did I get here? Visions of a mare in danger. A mantis creature. Screams and the terrifying rattle of violence. From there, nothing. He had no memory of any tipis, let alone walking into one and falling asleep. He looked around and spotted his loincloth neatly folded on the ground. His satchel was right beside it. Someone brought me here. Who? Why? That woman he'd seen. She was so beautiful. Even amidst the terror and trauma she stood brightly with what had put a stir in Temlock's loins. He'd just come out of what was likely a very long sleep and already the ache of abstinence was pulling at his manhood once again. He winced and pulled the blanket back over his lap. Pray she wasn't a dream. Maybe something can be done to help me.

A shuffle outside the tipi made him jolt. Temlock whipped his head towards the flap and saw the passing of a shadow. It was dim outside, either at dusk or dawn. Some pairs of feet, perhaps four or five, mingled about the tipi. He heard a voice in the distance, a woman's. Another woman responded. Temlock opened his mouth to call out, but all that came was a dull croak. His throat was too dry. After licking his lips and gulping he tried again. “H-Hello?"

The conversation outside grew silent. A hushed voice asked, “Is he awake?"

The other woman spoke. “I'll go get-" She said a name Temlock couldn't make out. Temlock sat in silence and in suspense, unsure of what would come trudging into his tipi. Friend or foe, savior or captor, Temlock could only sit and wait to see, his hand gripping the blanket as if it would protect him. There came footsteps towards the tipi, big ones. Temlock felt their rumbles in the ground beneath his mat. He clung to the blanket tighter. Friend. Please be a friend.

The tipi flap was pulled aside to reveal a fellow stallion, one much, much larger than him. He had to stoop his entire body just to fit inside. When he stood his colossal frame covered all the light pouring in through the flap. Wide of girth, colossal in height, he regarded the timid Temlock with a warm smile, a welcome sight compared to the bricked muscle that swelled beneath his dappled, stone-gray coat of fur. “Well, hello there," said the man, his baritone voice thrumming inside the tipi. “You slept well, I hope."

Temlock realized how tightly he was gripping the blanket and that he was breathing heavy. He relaxed. If this guy wanted me dead, I already would be. “Ah, yes. I suppose. Though I don't remember ever lying down in a mat as comfortable as this." His eyes tracked the other stallion's body, down from his bulging calves and thighs to the braided beard that hung from his chin. Most conspicuous was the elaborately decorated loin cloth that hung around his waist and covered him to his mid-thigh. Behind it was the subtle bulge of his manhood, no doubt a tower like the rest of him. If there's a herd here, he has to be the leader.

The man chuckled. “No, I didn't think you would. You were knocked cold." He came down and sat crosslegged. With his every subtle movement came a twang of muscle and tendon. Temlock expected to hear the sound of stones grinding when he straightened his back. “Tell me, how much do you remember? You remember your name, I hope."

“Oh, yeah. I'm Temlock."

The stallion cocked an eyebrow. “Just Temlock?"

“Uh, no. I don't claim a herd. Not yet, at least."

The stallion gave a satisfied smile. “I see. Well met, Temlock. I'm Miropo of the Westir. My herd and I are in your debt."

Temlock's eyes went round. “Your debt?"

Miropo nodded. “Aye. You really don't remember do you?"

Temlock rubbed his forehead and thought hard. “I remember… A mare. She was bathing. Something attacked. I fought… a bug, a mantis, I think."

“A sleeper mantis," Miropo said.

Very suddenly the image solidified. Temlock looked up at him. “That's right!"

“My lady Nabiri was out collecting firewood when she took a break to bathe herself in a pond. The nearby woods happened to be home to a rather territorial mantis who attacked her. It seems you happened to be nearby as well to come and save her."

It came rushing back to Temlock. He'd spotted the mare and the pond some distance away. She was a big, beautiful one, and all on her own. How his balls had ached just seeing the immensity of her chest and the explosive breadth of her hips. He watched her from behind a shrub as she cleaned herself, envious of the water that she splashed on her ample curves. If she's alone, he thought, then maybe I can start a herd with her. Such a fantasy had to be doted on later. Out came a vicious sleeper mantis from the yonder woods, ready to defend his watering hole. Temlock didn't think. He came out howling, club drawn from his satchel, ready to clobber the beast. He didn't remember anything after that, but it didn't take a genius to determine he'd gotten a faceful of sleeper dust.

“Yeah, I remember now." He referred to her as his lady. So much for starting a herd with her. “This Nabiri, is she OK?"

“Oh, she's doing just fine. A little shaken up, but it's going to take a lot more than that to keep her from going out."

“Oh, well that's good to hear. I may have overreacted."

Miropo laughed. “Nonsense. You saw someone you thought was in danger so you reacted. Not many stallions out there harbor such unflinching bravery. Any herd could use more men like you."

Temlock tried not to blush. “Thank you. You know, I was on my own trying to start a herd of my own. I have been trying for some years now, but to no avail."

Miropo nodded. “Aye. It can be difficult starting a herd on one's lonesome. Forging the one I have here was no small task, but with the help of so many mares I think I've carved something to be proud of."

So he is the leader. No surprise there. “I'm certain of it. I hope you'll let me see it."

“See it? You'll more than see it, boy. Like I said, I'm in a tremendous debt of yours. I'd like to throw a feast in your honor, tonight. My mares are already setting it up."

“A feast? For me?" His ego was ready to swell before modesty made him shake his head. “No, no, no. That isn't necessary."

“Nonsense," insisted Miropo. “You've earned more than just that. A feast is only a small portion of what I think can repay what is owed. It would be my and the herd's most sincere pleasure to have you as our guest of honor."

Such a lofty compliment was loaded with the threat of dishonor should Temlock refuse. He'd slept under Miropo's roof, and though he hadn't much choice in the matter, accepted his hospitality. To turn any act of grace down would be an immense insult, one Temlock wouldn't be able to live with. Besides, it had been far too long since he had been a part of any kind of social gathering. He'd be doing himself an even greater dishonor to miss out.

“Well then, it'd be my greatest honor to participate. Any debt you think you owe me would be paid because of it."

Miropo lit a bright smile. “Wonderful. My mares will be ecstatic to hear." Suddenly the stallion started to stand. For a brief moment his loin cloth fell aside from his crotch, offering Temlock a glimpse of his masculinity. As hefty as he'd imagined, the sheath was like a thick black tree stump sporting leathery skin as bark. Hanging below were the fruit, ripe and burdensome. Once he was standing, Miropo reached out to help up a softly blushing Temlock.

Temlock grabbed his hand and was hoisted to his feet with ease. With his own loin cloth neatly folded elsewhere in the tipi, Miropo was afforded a full, unfettered view of the younger stallion's sex. Temlock saw him looking at it. Whether he was impressed or not, the herd leader didn't show. He certainly isn't threatened, Temlock thought.

“Come," said Miropo. “Get dressed and I'll show you the herd. Last the mares saw you were rather incapacitated. They're dying to meet you in a more responsive state."

Temlock grimaced. Not that good of a first impression. He gathered his loin cloth and tied it around his waist, the knot coming just above his white horse tail. Miropo ducked through the tipi flap with Temlock following. At once he was blinded by the intense noon sun. His hand went to cover his visor, and once his eyes had adjusted he looked saw the majesty of Miropo's settlement.

Throughout the vast stretch of gently tamed grass were dozens of huts and tipis, each one uniquely painted by their owners. Beyond was the infinite plain and the razor line it created with the blue sky above it. Temlock was all but overwhelmed by the sudden rush of color and crisp air. A breeze rolled through his mane and tail, triggering a deep inhale to invigorate himself with. Already it felt like the social starvation he'd suffered during the months of travels was being filled, like the herd he'd been so desperately trying to create had materialized right in front of him upon a wish.

And then there were the beautiful mares all around him. Meandering about the structures and carrying on with their daily lives, they immediately stopped upon seeing the newcomer standing next to their chief. Heads turned, elbows nudged, conversations died on their lips. At once Temlock found himself under the intense scrutiny of several women now all converging on him for a closer look with only breezy wrap skirts to keep their bountiful curvatures covered. A small crowd swaddled the two men, dozens of long horse snouts bumping and jostling for room. Twice as many bare breasts jiggled and bounced, each pair colored by a unique pattern of colors and splotches.

A stunned Temlock was washed in a flood of discomforting stares, locking him in place. Bending the bars on such a tight cell was Miropo holding one arm out. “Now, now. Let the man breathe. You'll all have plenty of time to look at him tonight during the feast." The small crowd dispersed, but only partly As the two stallions made their way from the tipi they could not escape the lingering curiosity of at least five or six mares. “You'll have to excuse them. It's been a long time since any of them have seen another stallion other than me. I'll be sure to introduce you to everyone by night's end."

Temlock's heart was pounding. It had been at least as long for him since he'd seen a horse of the opposite sex, not including his encounter with Nabiri. So many at once had him in something of a tizzy, his penis already stirring in its sheathe. Best put a rest to that. How uncouth it would be to make big in front of another man's herd. “It's alright," he said as he tried to keep up with Miropo's long strides. “So you're the only stallion in this herd?"

“Aye, ever since I put it together. I never intended on making it anything bigger than five or six mares, but it appears my skills as chief exceeded my own expectations. Once the mares started coming, they didn't stop."

Temlock eyed the breadth of Miropo's hips and the immense swell coming from behind his loin cloth. “I can only imagine."

Miropo guided Temlock through the settlement, introducing him to each mare one at a time. A mildly flustered Temlock would always bow and introduce himself, something that was usually met with a lurid smile and a quick run down of his physique. He couldn't help but return it, each woman sporting a curvaceous frame he'd have liked to get acquainted with. Meeting each mare and trying to recognize their names was fun, but deep down he yearned to see Nabiri again. He would look around for her onyx coat which had captured his imagination so tightly when he first saw her (at least before her curves did).

He could at least pay attention to when Miropo was talking to him about the history of his herd and the life he and his mares lived. At the summit of a small, grass-swept hill they were afforded a brilliant view of their settlement and the eastern horizon where the sun would set. Just standing there looking at it all made Temlock feel like he was flying. He could only imagine the pride of seeing all of that and being the one who made it all possible. Temlock may have floated on air, but Miropo soared high above him. This was what Temlock had dreamed of having for so long, but it wasn't his. It belonged to the taller, stronger, more sexually adept stallion towering right next to him. That much was fair, but he could not fight some pangs of envy.

Miropo pointed into the distance. “See what they're doing?"

Temlock looked towards the further edge of the village and saw some women hauling large branches and sticks. “The ones with the wood?"

“Yes. They're building a bonfire for you, for the feast tonight."

“Oh, wow. Will the whole herd be there?"

“Certainly. No mare will miss an opportunity for a celebration." Miropo smirked at him. “You want to see Naribi again, don't you?"

Temlock gave a bashful grin. “Is it that obvious?"

“I saw you looking about the village for her. I'd be looking for her too, if I were in your hooves. Don't worry. She'll be at the feast tonight. You'll get to know her better than any mare in this herd."

A swell of excitement in Temlock's heart. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you."

“And thank you for being here. It's our pleasure to demonstrate our gratitude. You heard my long-winded story. You must know how important the herd is to me, how closely I hold every woman in it."

Temlock nodded. “Of course. Even if you hadn't, I would've known from how you treat and address them."

“Yes, so you know it stresses me when they are in danger and pains me when they are hurt. We live as safe a life as we can, but you already have seen how that's impossible. You've lived a life on your own for some time. Perhaps you're more intimate with the dangers than I."

“Nobody is spared Mother Nature's scorn," Temlock said solemnly.

Miropo nodded. He looked out into the horizon where the hills rolled softly below the clouds and their sluggish drift. “Not this herd or any other. I liken myself an adept stallion, one who protects and provides, but I am not omnipresent, nor infallible." He looked at Temlock, the sun glinting in his wizened eyes. “Which is why I truly appreciate the help of men like you, those who are not recruited to help but do it all the same. Mother Earth would do so much better with more men like you."

It was a little awkward for Temlock to be burdened with such praise. “I was just at the right place at the right time. I did what any stallion would do."

Miropo smiled and nodded, pleased by the modesty. “Perhaps, but my appreciation remains great." He nodded his head towards the mares building the bonfire. “Come on. Let's go help them. It'd be wrong of us to have them do all the work. Are you fit to lift?"

Temlock scoffed. “I might've been knocked out, but I wasn't hobbled. It's going to take a lot more than a sleeping mantis to keep me out of work."

Miropo's muscle gut bounced when he laughed. He gave Temlock a giant slap on the shoulder, making a sound like someone striking leather. “That's what I like to hear."

The two men descended the hill to go help prepare the bonfire. There was a bit of a fun, unspoken competition between them as they would heap as much wood into their arms as possible and stack it on the pyre. Miropo, the consummate sportsman, feigned how much he could carry and let Temlock “win". That wowed many of the mares watching, their eyes locked on Temlock and the many muscles grinding underneath his red chestnut fur.

Before long a sizeable pyramid of severed branches and sticks had been built. Tables were put in a long line where the food was to be kept. Temlock realized how hungry he was once he smelled the food being prepared. Fresh vegetables, flavorful maize, delectable deserts, all courtesy of Mother Earth and the craftmanship of Miropo's mares. They set it all out in a nicely organized buffet of delights, their collective aroma driving Temlock wild.

The sun turned red on the horizon, and the bonfire was lit. Towering flames flicked and crackled high into the air, its light glowing through the whole settlement and simmering in the eyes of everyone who bathed in its warmth. Every other moment there came the excited whoop of a mare having fun. Partners grabbed hands and made a merry dance around the fire. Temlock found himself in a ring of horses holding each other hand-in-hand, gaily sidestepping one way and then the next. The two lucky girls on both sides of him smiled and giggled the whole way. Their manes would flutter in front of their eyes. The wrap dresses clang to the shape of their running legs. The warmth of their grips on his hands outshined that of the bonfire. Manly stoicism be damned. Temlock laughed and giggled along with them.

Food was taken from the table, then eaten while seated on the grass. A cross legged Temlock found himself the nucleus of every mare who had prepared food trying to get his opinion on their own special dish. A smorgasbord was forced upon him by proud matrons eager to prove that they made the best cook. With hardly a chance to speak between mouthfuls, he would simply thank them and tell them it was great. It was lucky he had such a tremendous appetite that carried him to the end of the appraisals, though he did come off it satisfied and with a portly belly.

Miropo was content with watching more than participating. Temlock's chemistry with the women was everything the chief hoped it would be. Even if the mares' exposure to other stallion was normal, they still would've adored Temlock's company the way they did now. He made them laugh and held their attentions captive. Seeing the young stallion smile, Miropo was reminded of himself when he was that age.

The exuberance grew more tame as the night dragged on. The festivities ended when the bonfire died out, thus everyone began retiring to their huts. Temlock was sorry that it ended, but he felt euphoric in its wake. With a belly full of food and a mind full of women, he'd been reminded the joys of being in a proper herd. He was seated on the ground, leaning back on his arms so that he could look up at the early night stars, their presence creeping up the darkened east. He was broken out of his trance by heavy footsteps from behind. Miropo's grizzled face appeared from the top of his vision. “Had fun?" he asked.

Temlock sat up and pivoted around on his bum to face the chief. “Yes! I certainly did. You've got a lovely herd here. I know I've said it already, but I can't get over it. Thank you again for all of this. You've been a lovely host."

“And you a gracious guest. I hope you aren't too tired for something else."

Temlock blinked a few times. His gut was heavy, but he wasn't tired. I hope it isn't any work. A sleep mantis might not invalidate me, but a roaring party like this one might. “No, not quite. Why?"

Miropo just smiled and extended his hand. “Come on. I'll show you in my tent."

Temlock's heart skipped a beat. “Alright." He grabbed Miropo's hand and was hoisted to his feet right in front of the larger stallion, bringing the two men gut to gut, loins to loins. Temlock felt the presence of that thunderous bulge just inches away, making his own shimmer behind its cloth. Just as pressing was the chief's smell, earthy and masculine. He realized he was staring up at him listlessly before he quickly let go and took a step back. “Ahem. Lead the way."

A grinning Miropo turned around, flashing that cropped tail and gigantic ass at Temlock. “This way. It isn't far." Miropo marched to the center of the settlement where his personal tipi was. While sharing the same design and layout as the average tent, it was much, much taller, appropriate for a man like Miropo who did not have to bow as far when walking through the flaps. Temlock followed him inside where it was even darker than the coming night. Evenly spaced around the tipi's edge were large glass jars home to lightning bugs already flashing their yellow bioluminescence and providing a sallow light for the two men to see each other. He had to watch his step as he navigated the blanket-strewn floor. At one end was an enormous cushion for him to sit on. There he sat cross-legged, watching as Miropo did the same across from him.

Miropo let out a long sigh as his rump fell into the cushion. “Ahhhhh, tonight was excellent."

“It really was. It's been far too long since I've partaken in a feast that was that splendid."

“Ah, you should stick around then. We celebrate as often as we can. There's never a bad reason to throw a feast and have a fire. New member to the herd, new life, a lost life, we can find joy in almost every occasion."

That sounded familiar to the life Temlock lived before he set off to make his own herd. He nodded his head, if a little sadly. “Mm, that sounds wonderful."

Miropo narrowed his eyes. “What are your plans from here?"

Temlock frowned. “My plans?"

“Mmhmm. What are you going to do from here? Is it still your dream to start a herd?"

“I… Well…" It should've been obvious, right? The answer was yes. That had been his aspiration for years now, when he tried to save Nabiri from the mantis, and now as he sat in Miropo's tent, right? What would make him hesitate to say that? “Yes. It is. Why do you ask?"

“Well, it wasn't terribly long ago that I was in your position, out on my own in the wilderness, seeking to start my own herd. I was successful, but it wasn't easy. I told you about our many hardships in the beginning, the many times we came close to disbanding."

Temlock nodded. “I do."

“I've been rewarded for my efforts, but there were many times when I thought I never would be. Before I took the first mare into my fold, it was dreadfully lonely. I think you know what that's like."

That was impossible to deny. “Yes, I do."

“I'm not saying it isn't worth it in the end, but if I had been given the chance to join a separate herd, I'm sure I would've taken it."

“Oh?"

“Yes, and now I'm giving you one such opportunity now."

For just a moment, Temlock's eyes went round. “You're… giving me an opportunity?"

“To join my herd. I need another stallion among us, and you would make the perfect one, I'm certain of it."

Temlock's pulse accelerated. The tipi seemed to be growing smaller. In its blueish shadow the whites of Miropo's eyes seemed to glow. An emotion Temlock couldn't quite identify churned his gut and made his muscles shiver. Anxiety? Exhilaration? Both? He kneaded his fists atop his knees and gulped. “That… sounds wonderful, but… my dreams of a new herd are still firm." But are they? “You lead this one flawlessly and charismatically. I can tell how much the women love and care for you. They follow your orders without hesitation. You help them too. What do I have to offer that's better?"

“Companionship," Miropo said without missing a beat. “More companionship than just one stallion can provide, even one as stout as myself if I may brag."

“It's not bragging if it's true," Temlock said with a modest smile.

Miropo didn't return it. “That and security. The attack on Naribi proved what I've been afraid of for the past few years, that I am not enough to keep all my women safe. A while ago we could've all gone to collect firewood so that I could protect them. Now it is too busy, and I must send women out there without me. You saving her from that mantis, even if it wasn't actually going to hurt her, proves that another stallion is necessary."

“Oh. I see."

“Back to companionship, you mentioned that you saw how loyal my mares are. While they certainly are, it seems you've missed how enthralled they were to have you here."

“Oh, but I have. They were on me like flies tonight, chatting in my ear and giving me food."

Miropo chuckled. “I saw. In that case you know how much they would appreciate a second stallion to make love to them and give seed." That put some red on Temlock's cheeks. “You have been on your own for so long. During that time have you had the touch of a mare?"

Embarrassed, Temlock shook his head. “Sadly, no."

“No shame in that. I ask because I know your manhood must be fit to explode with the seed it's carrying."

Temlock thought he would blush harder, but it was more of a relief to confess the perpetual discomfort in his loins. He slid his hands into his lap and pulled his legs in tighter. “Like you wouldn't believe. My balls will burst if I don't have a woman to drain them for me."

Some boisterous guffaws from Miropo. “Trust me, I have experienced that." He looked down at the rug which was stretched across the tipi floor with so many blankets scattered around. “You know, even with all these mares to call companions, it would feel so much fuller if I had another stallion to share them with."

In an instant Temlock was picturing himself as part of the herd, surrounded by beautiful women he had bred and would breed again in the future, those who loved him and whom he loved back. Miropo was most prominent, his wizened gaze and statuesque body for Temlock to look at and admire just as much as he did the mares he and Miropo would fuck. Suddenly it was difficult for him to speak. He opened his mouth but could only manage a weak stutter. “W-w-well I-"

Some footsteps approaching the tipi silenced him. A shadow loomed upon the flaps and in reached a single arm coated in black. A mare ducked her head in and stood behind Miropo's left, becoming a tower of shimmering obsidian whose hip-stretched wrap skirt looked ready to tear. She smiled at Temlock with sharp green eyes astride the white fur diamond that sat along her snout and was half covered by a long scythe of mane. With one hand on her hip she achieved a robustness similar to the chief she stood behind, her explosive hips, thighs, and bosom working together to create a most curvaceous woman.

“Why, hello there," she said. “You must be Temlock. So nice to meet you, properly this time."

Temlock sat there in shock, the air having been pulled from his lungs. “Ma-Maribi."

The woman he'd saved from the sleeper mantis bowed her head. “The one and only. I thought I'd come and thank you personally for your heroics yesterday. Sorry I haven't shown myself all day. I'd rather have you to myself then share you with all the girls. I hear they treated you nice. Been a while since any of us seen a man other than this oaf." She playfully tapped the side of Miropo's rump with her foot. The chief giggled, seemingly unbothered and unsurprised by the mare's arrival.

Temlock had to blink a few times and shake his head to get his mind straight. He'd been so caught up in the feast and his conversations with Miropo that he'd forgotten about Nabiri and the search for her. “Y-yes! Tonight was amazing. I'm loving this herd. Erm, it's no trouble what I did yesterday. I'm just happy to see you're safe."

“Mm, thank you. I'm pleased to see you unhurt too. You're a mighty handsome stallion. It's nice seeing you up close when you're not fighting off a mantis and passed out cold."

That was a tad embarrassing. “And it's nice to see you without having to deal with any of that."

She gave him a cheeky look. “Yes, but you already had yourself an eyeful before you came to rescue me, didn't you?"

His smile crumpled. “I'm sorry."

“No, it's alright. I knew you were there the whole time. If I had a problem I would have done something about it. A big guy like you isn't that hard to notice, you know."

Temlock snickered. “No, I suppose not."

“To be entirely honest, I was happy to have a handsome stud like yourself watching me. You should ask a lady next time, but I don't think you'll have to worry about that anymore."

“I'm not?"

“No. I figure you're going to have a lot more to look at and do other things with from now on." Naribi glanced down at Miropo. The chief gave a subtle smile back, then uncrossed his legs to stand up. Temlock watched as he lumbered around to the back of Naribi. He loomed behind her like a giant marble monument, his light gray fur contrasting with the deep shadow color of Naribi. Those gargantuan arms of his reached around her and found the knot of her wrap skirt. It came undone by his big, beefy fingers, sending the flimsy garment whispering down Naribi's amply built legs. Again, Temlock was robbed of the breath in his chest, the sight of her womanly chalice electrifying him and making his horsetail flick.

Further exciting the lad were Miropo's giant hands coming around to Nabiri's breasts to sink his fingers into those soft and enormous hemispheres. They were squeezed together and then rolled apart, his expert gropes whispering the leathery texture of his palm against their velvet underbelly fur. The thumbs wiped themselves on her nipples, those puffy black coins that were a shade darker than her fur. Nabiri purred her approval and grinded her plump rear on Miropo's bulge, now growing with rapid speed.

The chief smiled down at the gobsmacked onlooker. “Don't worry. This was her idea. If you'd like to join, it would mean so much to us both."

Nabiri closed her eyes a let out a sensual moan through her nose. Her hands reached behind her to rub around the rocky flanks of Miropo's haunches. “Yes it would. Temlock, be a dear and touch me? I know you want to."

That much was obvious thanks to the massive pole now tenting Temlock's loin cloth. He sat there mesmerized by their display of affection, the mechanical swing and grope of Nabiri's tits going like clockwork. The way she grinded on Miropo was the most arousing, those bombastic hips all but throwing the chief backwards with how firmly she applied them. Most persuasive was the weight on Temlock's balls, now so exigent that it was painful. So long without a woman's touch. So long without spending his seed. The opportunity was in front of him at last. Of course he would take it.

Temlock rose to his feet without a word. The loincloth was half unveiled by the arrogant jut of his cock, currently at half mast. He reached behind himself and untied it so that he became nude. Slowly snaking its way out of his sheathe, a healthily sized pecker swaddled in veins and mottled by pink and gray skin lurched towards his knees. With a clench of his floor muscle it bounced. The glans were unflared, though a single tear of musky horse precum sat in the slit, ready to christen Naribi's womanhood.

A coo from Nabiri. “Ooooooh, that's what I like to see. Come here~"

Temlock obeyed, closing the gap and creating the threesome. Miropo greeted him by cupping Nabiri's breasts and aiming the nipples at him. The teats stared back like a pair of eyes, those midnight areolas textured in Braille. Temlock didn't have to be told what to do next. He politely cupped his hands under her tits, took on their burden, and leaned his head in with his lips parted. They fell around the right nipple and closed ever so gently. With just one suckle he had the teat deep in his mouth and on the tongue, tickling it. While tasting her mammary he intoxicated himself on her smell, his lungs bloating themselves on every whiff of it. Womanly and earthy like the sweetest and toughest of mares, it had him suckling and rolling the tip of his tongue on her with all the greediness of a starving man. His hands were not idle, both of them making sure to massage those Jovian chest globes.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Temlock~" Nabiri said with a shiver and a swoon. “Yes… Keep doing that." She looked over her shoulder at Miropo. “Make yourself useful, big guy. I've got other places need loving." She punctuated that fact by cocking her tail up.

Miropo felt it tickle the underside of his muscle gut, making him chuckle. “Well, because you asked so nicely." He undid his own loincloth, letting free the hellacious breeding tool that hung from his crotch. It was appropriately proportional to the man who wielded it, devastatingly long and astonishingly thick. Not even fully out of the sheathe nor flared, it bore a cock head like a man's fist. It would have to wait its turn with Naribi, however, as Miropo came down to his knees to offer worship to her altar, that magnificently fat, black ass. He parted it with his thumbs and laid eyes on her puffy donut and the half-gaped, weepy quim just in front of it. A thickish strand of her cunt juice sloughed from the inner pink, carrying with it the haughty smell of a woman in need.

Miropo would come to her rescue by diving his snout straight into her ass crack and hugging the soft, blubbery mounds to his face. The bridge of his nostrils fell upon her tailhole while his muscular tongue wormed its way up the length of her trench and prodded her clit. Naribi gasped sharply, the whole of her body shuddering around the epicenters of where both men lapped and suckled at her. “Ohhhhhhhh, yes~ Hah! Oh, you boys know how to treat a lady. Huhhh! Mmmmmmm~" She laid a hand on the back of Temlock's head, pulling him deeper into the cushion of her tit. Miropo, already face deep in the canyon of her ass, was subject to more of her grinds. Those beefy arms of his were around her thighs, holding them together. The tipi was loud with the rather rude sounds the two men made with their mouths. From Temlock were the quick and dry sucking sounds he made with his lips. Down south was Miropo washing her pussy with his tongue, droves of his slobber and her arousal falling off his bearded chin and onto the rug.

In the middle of it was Naribi, her head still swooning with that lock of hair spilling off her pleasure-contorted face. “Ohhhh, yes… That's so good. Mmmmm… Hahhhh…" She looked down at Temlock. He too wore the look of somebody going through some immense joy. Between deep frowns of concentration were more emotional expressions of delight. It was subtle, but Naribi could swear he was moaning. His erection was at full size now, as to be expected. So was Miropo's, pinning her between their intense arousals. It was too much for her to ignore. As sweet as their mouths were, the fire between her legs could only be doused with seed. “Mmmm, OK. Huhhh… Let's move on, you two."

It took some willpower, but the two men pulled their mouths free of her. Miropo's maw was agape and his tongue lolled. Hot, bodily steam wafted between his spit-threaded gums and her chunky, gaped cunt lips. Temlock had a harder time removing himself after having gotten high off her smell and feel. At last he pried away from her teat, his face blushing hard. Standing up he noticed the intensity of his erection. “God," he huffed. “I feel ready to faint."

The other two laughed. “Here," said Nabiri. “Let's see if this gets your head straight." Her arms went up and around Temlock's neck before she pulled him in for an openmouthed kiss. Temlock hugged her tightly, returning the smooch with even greater fervor. His erection piled onto her thighs, sticking out one way and throbbing against the velvet softness of her leg fur. While she and Temlock chewed lips Nabiri calmly grabbed his pecker and guided him over to his right so that he was slightly to her right, hip to hip. His penis sat against the juicy flank of her ass and in the grip of her one hand which squeezed him for that mighty throb and heartbeat. It drew the first bite of pleasure out of him and triggered a tear of precum to drool out of his cock slit. His attack on her mouth intensified, the two of them swapping spit with the writhe and wrestle of their tongues.

She didn't forget about Miropo. One arm unraveled from Temlock's neck so that she could reach back and guide the chief around the side of her not occupied by Temlock. He came willingly and eagerly, that barbarous fuck stick swaying in the lead. She pulled him against her, next to Temlock and in the same position with his dick riding up on her flank. Her mouth came off Temlock with a loud suction sound before she began making out with Miropo. Temlock didn't stop with his mouth, placing it instead on the vulnerable part of her neck which he sucked and gnawed at, feeling the ardent pulse of her artery just below. Though she switched between whom she kissed, Nabiri made sure to jerk both their dicks, milking them for that glassy precum which came in surges with her every tug of the hand.

Temlock was dimly aware of the giant stallion he shared the mare with. Though his attention was on her, he could not fully ignore the much larger chief and his hypermasculine presence. Not that he wanted to. No, the chief standing so closely and in the nude excited the young stallion nigh as well as Nabiri did. His arm made an unconscious journey to Miropo's lower back where he touched the nub of his horsetail. Miropo did the same, going so far as to pinch Temlock's butt and make him jolt happily.

Nabiri peeled her mouth from Miropo with a haughty sigh. “You boys having fun?" she asked, Miropo's spit hanging down her chin.

Temlock let out a pitiful grunt. He was humping into Nabiri's grasp, that firm, womanly grip ready to make him spew. “Yes… Fuck, I haven't felt this in so long."

“Mine is more recent," said Miropo. “And yet my manhood longs for you as much as it did the first time I laid eyes on you."

She purred. “I can tell. My sex would ache for the both of you even worse if I could just watch you two kiss."

That sobered Temlock up a little. “Kiss? The two of us?" He looked over at Miropo to see if the chief was interested, but he was already coming at him with an open mouth. The two men locked lips with Miropo fully in the lead. Temlock thought it would surprise him, but he adjusted quickly and wrestled tongue with the chief. Hot, manly breath drilled into his throat. The grizzle of his beard scratched his chin. With the authoritarian invasion of Miropo's tongue was his big body bumping and grinding. Temlock felt so small and yet he couldn't get enough. With the chief's warm, mouthy slobber glistening on his lip he nearly forgot about the woman rubbing his dick against the side of her bum.

Naribi let them have their fun, grinning to herself as she watched the two studs make out. “Nice seeing you boys getting along so well. You say it's been a long time since you've felt the touch of a woman. How long has it been since you've felt the touch of a man?"

Temlock opened his eyes. He pulled away from Miropo, both their tongues reaching forward with a glassy column of spit bridging them. Temlock blushed hard, his gaze locked with the towering chief who was taller than him by a head. “Ah… It's my first, actually."

“How sweet," purred Naribi. “But if it isn't too much, I'd like to lay with one of you now."

Temlock's heart fluttered. “Y-yes, please. I…" I sound like a flustered little boy. He cleared his throat. “Who will you have first?"

“That'll be you, Temlock," chuckled Miropo. “I wouldn't dare make you wait a second longer than you already have."

“Nor would I," said Naribi. She slid out from between the two men, her hands gliding up and off their peckers. Once she was clear of them Temlock got his first real look at Miropo's cock. The stallion's eyes went round, that being the biggest he'd ever seen on another man. With his own less than a foot away he felt himself shivering in Miropo's imposing, masculine presence.

The chief calmed him with a hand on his shoulder. “I wouldn't worry about me, not while there's a mare over there in a rather dire heat for you."

Temlock looked over his shoulder and saw Naribi lying on her back, those gorgeously thick thighs parted to their greatest angle. Between them glared that gnarled gash of pink, wet mare flesh. The sauciest eyes gaze up at him, begging his approach and touch. “Some here, boy," she said in a throaty voice barely above a whisper. “I've seen your balls. Why not give them some relief?"

That was hard to turn down. He all but rushed across the tipi over to her, that excited pillar of his wagging with each stride. First he knelt between her legs then grabbed hold of his shaft, eliciting another glob of precum from the tip. Just looking at her blazing womanhood made his cock muscle clench. Temlock leaned over her with one hand on her outer thigh, the other on his cock, then laid the tip on her quim. It was scalding to the touch. His toes curled and his tail did a shimmy. “Uhhh…" He applied some pressure and compacted her cavity until finally the lips distended to his girth and swallowed the head. His jaw shot open with a gasp. “Ah! Huhhh…"

Naribi gasped too. Her head lurched back with a pleased look on her face. “Ohhhh, Temlock. Mmmm…"

Temlock's teeth were sunken into his lip. “Ffffffffffffuh~ Hahhhh…" He pressed onwards with his hips, burying that pole inch by inch, watching as her puffed out cunny lips made his webbed cock veins disappear until at last she had him to the hilt. Her grip was scalding, pleasing to the core. “Hah! Ahhhhhh…"

His hips came back in a sudden jerking motion, then returned in a swoop by the clench of his glutes. In just that moment he tapped into instincts once left to wither. He drilled Naribi with a cadence of long withdrawals and grinding humps. The tipi grew loud with the sound of their moans, Nabiri swooning his name, Temlock grunting and swearing under his breath. Miropo sat nearby, enjoying a full view of Temlock's buttocks dimpling when they clenched and those plump man fruit squishing into Naribi's backside. He was seated back on a cushion with one hand stroking that enormous horse column of his, the other one massaging his balls. His breath came through his nose heavily, the pulse of his heart electrified by the sight of his mare being claimed so passionately by the young stallion. A needy droplet of precum throbbed out of his cock slit and dribbled off the cliff of his flare.

“Damn," he grunted under his breath before lumbering off the cushion and crawling over from behind Temlock and kneeling next to him. Temlock opened his eyes and saw the chief looming over him, that thunderous erection jutting into the space he and Naribi occupied as they meshed sexes. “Enjoying yourself, I see. Mind if I join?" He didn't wait for an answer. His hand cupped the back of Temlock's neck and pulled him closed for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Temlock groaned his surprise, but quickly submitted to the chief's tongue like he was wont to do.

Naribi, trapped below the two of them while still being fucked, laughed through her moans. “Haha! Hahhhhh… How sweet of you boys. Mmmm… Nnnnn…" She stroked Miropo's cock which hovered over her jiggling breast. A thickish strand of pre drooled onto her chest, right into canyon of her tits. “Mmmmm, can't wait for your turn. Huhhhh…"

She adored the sight of Temlock's cheeks bulging around Miropo's tongue. The chief pulled away with a breathy sigh, spit arcing and then splitting between their haughtily gaped maws. “Close, aren't we?" murmured Miropo. “All that time holding it's about to come out, isn't it?"

Temlock felt more than heard the thrum of Miropo's deep, baritone voice urging him to cum. The pleasant heat of his breath and the afterburn of his beard was just icing on the cake. Temlock whimpered. “Yeeeeaaah… Huhhh…"

“Come on, then," huffed Miropo. “Cum for us. Let it out."

The stallion obeyed. Just a couple jerky, stilted thrusts after Miropo gave his command Temlock slammed home one last time and unloaded with a crackling howl. “Hyyyeeeeuuuuuhhh~!" His head was thrown back at the end of his deeply arced spine. Balls glued to Naribi's backside, they scrunched upwards in his purse, sinking the smooth, dark skin into the shape of his nads. At long last his cock muscle could heave out a devastating load, that which flooded Naribi in just the first couple spurts. Squirsh. Squirsh. Squirsh. Bright, angelic ribbons of delight echoed through his mind and body, making his limbs jostle and his buttocks quake.

Naribi's harmonized with him, the ferocity of his ejaculation piling onto her womanhood with all the sweetness of a virgin's first. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeee-eeeees~" She smoothed her hand around his upper back while the other remained choked around Miropo's penis. “Mmmmm, that's it. Let it out~"

Temlock did, and with gusto. Even as the last bit of his seed dribbled from his cock he was stuck in that bent position, unable and unwilling to leave her exquisite tightness and the afterglow it brought with it. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Fuck." He gathered himself slowly before looking down at where his member was buried inside her. Kneeling upright he began to back away slowly until the head of his cum-lathered pecker popped free from her cunny. The lips bulged around his flare which uncorked a sinful flood of ivory ichor. It came with a nasty belch and made a slow ooze down the inner flank of her haunch and around her half-distended pucker. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Naribi purred and rubbed her thoroughly used cunt. “That's a good boy. Feel better?"

A tired Temlock nodded. His heart pounded and his breathing was heavy. He'd forgotten how much of a workout breeding was. Whatever fatigue he felt was nothing compared to the great relief his loins felt. Though his erection started to deflate, the warmth of her pussy juices was there to stay. “Yes, infinitely. My balls feel lighter already."

Miropo guffawed. “Hah! I can tell." He startled Temlock with a big, open-palmed swat on the butt. “You did a splendid job. Mind if I take over?"

Temlock suddenly remembered who Naribi belonged to and began scuttling backwards, his limp pecker bouncing along. “Ah, yes."

“Don't worry," said Naribi. “You'll have plenty chance to go again~"

Miropo chuckled. “Right, but until then~" The chief assumed a wide stance on his knees in front of Naribi. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach like she were a pillow. She offered no resistance, instead purring her delight and making sure her tail was cocked up for him. That cum-lubed pussy drooled incessantly, marking the rug below with a few pearls as she kept her ass jutted out at her dear chief. Miropo laid his cock on the soft divide in her buttocks, demonstrating the awesome length and girth he'd soon bless her with. Temlock came over for a closer look and gulped at the display.

Naribi, who was looking over her shoulder at the giant who sat ready to fuck her, caught Temlock's look of trepidation. “Oh, it's nothing I can't handle," she said confidently. “I have many times already, in fact."

“And you're about to right now," joked Miropo who pulled his enormous pecker back to aim it at her quim. One hand pulled aside her buttock while the other kept his dick steady. The head landed on her flower, halting the flow of Temlock's cum and fully plugging it with a gentle push.

Naribi's playful coyness evaporated in an instant. “Huh! Ohhh…" A severe quake beset her ass and thighs, intensifying the moment Miropo's cock head fit itself inside her. “Ohhhh… Yes… Yes… Please." There was no faking that kind of reaction, not with that amount of raw, equine masculinity drilling deeper into her. Miropo kept a firm hold on her hips, pulling at the same time his hips pushed. Temlock knelt on the sidelines, watching amazed as every inch of Miropo vanished into that sorely stretched girl cavity until he couldn't see it anymore with Miropo's hips pressed against her ass. She said she could handle it, but Temlock couldn't tell with the way she was moaning and begging already. “Huhhh! Huhhh! Yes! Please, please. Ohhhh… Miropo, sir… Fuck me. Huhhhhh~"

Hearing the desperation added vitality to Temlock's penis which he began to stroke back to life on instinct. It triggered something in Miropo too. With a triumphant snort he pulled back just half the length of his shaft and began fucking his conquest in earnest. The stallion's body hardly moved, the force of his thrusts relying mostly on manipulating Naribi with those thunderous arms of his. Elsewhere his big, round buttocks would clench, swinging those obese testes into her backside where they clapped onto her clit loudly and heavily.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Naribi reacted accordingly. “Huhhh! YES! Oh, fuck me! Ohhhhhh! Huhhhh! God! FUCK! YES~!"

Temlock was stroking his cock furiously. Seeing Naribi, just moments ago the paragon of feminine grace and voluptuous beauty, bouncing off Miropo's dick so hard that her bellowing moans hiccuped with each impact was shocking to the core. She could barely hold herself up by her arms, it felt so good. Waves rolled through her curves. Her tits swung up and down wildly. Part of Temlock worried her back would throw out. All of that was in opposition to Miropo's grizzled stoicism. More effort seemed to go into the way he panted through his nose then how hard he fucked. Such little movement and yet Temlock could feel the power in those crunching glutes from where he sat.

Naribi felt it much more intimately and was about to reap the fruits of such labor. “Hahhh! I'm cumming… Yes! YES! HUHHHH! HUHHHHHHHHHHH~!" Her howls struck a screeching octave at her peak, then swung low into a throaty caterwaul once her orgasm had arrived. It hit hard, the whole of her body going into some violent spasms which made her pussy choke around Miropo's piston. Out gurgled a flush of her cream, some of which had already congealed around the root of his cock and balls. It added to the sloppiness of each impact, her fluids splatting out between his balls and the underside of her thighs.

“Thaaaaaat's a good girl," grunted Miropo. “Cum for us. Cum on this dick."

Temlock couldn't believe had so soon and with such gusto. With a tinge of playful envy he said, “Yeah, well, I warmed her up for you."

Laughter from Miropo. “That you did. Now allow me to warm her up even more." Plap. Plap. Plap. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. Miropo's eyes scrunched shut and his teeth gritted. A hearty growl rumbled from the depths of his chest as his ecstasy started to peak.

The sound triggered the same reaction in Temlock when Miropo had kissed him during his turn with Nabiri. His penis, now fully erect and oozing precum, throbbed angrily. He couldn't just sit back an watch, not after Miropo had kissed him. Temlock's gaze was brought to Miropo's thighs where he saw that pendulous pair of orbs swing in their sack. They gave him an idea.

Miropo was focusing on maintaining his rhythm and the intensity of Nabiri's moans when he felt something touch his balls. “Ooh!" He looked down his back and saw Temlock groveling in front of his ass. The young stallion was cradling Miropo's balls, smoothing them with the scratchy texture of his palms and rolling his thumbs around their ovoid ends. Miropo huffed some laughter. “And what-? Mmph. Might you be doing? Hah…"

Temlock was staring into that bloated canvas of a backsack. The chief's tail would tickle his snout whenever that avalanche of rocky ass would throw back in his face. “Don't worry about me," said Temlock. “Focus on her. I want to see you breed her." They're so heavy, heavier than mine when they were totally full.

Miropo meant to comment, but the inevitable was on the approach. A beautiful woman squealing on his cock, a handsome stallion behind him levying worship on his balls, not even the chief could last much longer. Just a trio of gut-crunching thrusts brought him to fruition. He pulled on Nabiri hard, flattening her ass on his hips and planting his nuts to the back of her thighs. His snarling teeth were aimed at the tipi's pinnacle once his head was thrown back, a Herculean growl erupting through them. “HRRRRNNNNNGGGHHHHHAAAAAaaaaahhhh~~~!!!"

Temlock was front row to witness the violence of his orgasm. First was the collapse of his cock muscle and the swelling of veins it brought across Miropo's mottled shaft. Temlock's fingers were cupped around the balls when they suddenly lifted into the chief's body, plummeted, then lifted again with each corresponding pump of cum. There was a lot, filling the mewling mare's cunt in less than a single rope. So voluminous was his load that in just the first three spurts she was overloaded. Tendrils of that thickish man batter squirted and hissed from around his throbbing shaft where it was so tightly wound by Nabiri's feminism. What remained of Temlock's load was evicted with Draconian vehemence, left on the rug below in wake of something more suited and used to breeding mares.

The climax faded at the same time Miropo's roar did. Nabiri was left slumped forward in a body-quivering stupor. Miropo knelt in place, chest heaving, doused in sweat. “Hahhh… Hahhh… Incredible." He made a slow retreat from Nabiri's cunt, each inch of his sex-glazed pecker glistening. Schhhlllllllllll-POP! Out flopped his gargantuan flare. Temlock had to move his head out the way of Miropo's ass once he came lurching back. Nabiri was gaped something awful, the gummy, pink inside of her cavity left to evict a wad of cum which hit the rug with a splat. Her exhausted pants would make her pussy bulge out and send another glob of that ichor. “Wooo… That's beautiful."

The chief all but collapsed forward, catching himself on one hand before letting himself slump to the blankets and roll over on his back. His eyes were closed, leaving him in the blissful afterglow. He felt Nabiri cuddle up to his right with a satisfied murr. A moment later Temlock joined, cuddling up to the chief's left. Miropo opened his eyes and looked to see the two lovers latching to him, smiling like pets begging for a treat.

“That was wonderful," said Nabiri. She traced one finger around Miropo's chest. “I hope you can manage another one of those." This was while the heat of his seed was flooding down the inside of her thigh.

“And if you can't, perhaps I can take care of her?" Temlock suggested.

The two of them bounced on Miropo's chest when he laughed. “Please. Just one round isn't all I've got in me. I hope it isn't all you've got."

“No sir, not after how long I've waited." Temlock looked at Nabiri. “If you'd let us."

Nabiri hummed her delight at the thought. “Oh darling, I can't wait~"

“Good," said Miropo. “Because I intend on matching our new friend round for round."

And so he did.

* * *

The stallions woke up to find Nabiri gone in the morning. She'd managed to stay awake the longest of the three. For all the boasting that went on between the two men, their stamina proved finite after a few rounds. They certainly made the most of it, evident by the aura of sex that pervaded the tent like a fog and the translucent crust of cum pasted to their crotches. More of it was whipped across the rug and blankets. No wonder Nabiri had left. Here wasn't the proper place to sleep.

Temlock sat up with a groan. His cock felt sore even as it sat dormant in his sheathe. Last night had been a fever dream of thrusts, moans, and orgasms. His scrotum, once bloated and full, was now shriveled down to the shape of his balls. Everything ached like some sort of hangover. In a single night he'd made up for years of abstinence. “Mother Earth…" he said with a dreadfully dry mouth.

Miropo was cuddled up next to him. He woke up with a start and sat up. “Oof! Ah…" He blinked and looked around the tipi before spotting Temlock right next to him. “Well, hello there. Mmf. I take it you enjoyed last night."

Temlock scoffed. “Last night, yes. This morning and perhaps the rest of the day… less so."

Miropo laughed and patted Temlock on the back, making the stallion groan in pain. “You better get used to it, boy. You've got a settlement full of mares who require loving."

Temlock gave him a look. “I do?"

Miropo's smile vanished. “Oh. Sorry. I assumed your answer to my question last night."

Temlock had totally forgotten about it. “Oh, no it's fine." I don't know if I have an answer yet. There wasn't much time to think about it before I was balls deep in a mare. But what was there to think about? Here was a place to call home. Here were beautiful mares to make love to. Here was a friend who was kind and appreciated him. Here was a stallion to look up to, and to enjoy touching and looking at. Perhaps, here was a stallion to share a bed with, as he just had. “Yes, I'll join your herd."

The chief's face lit up with a great, big smile. For a moment, Temlock thought he would start crying. “Splendid." Suddenly the chief threw his arms open to hug him, all but squeezing the life out. “I'll tell the others. They'll be so excited."

Miropo let go of him, and Temlock laughed. “Did you see those shadows looming about the tipi all last night? I think they already know. I think every creature within the next few leagues knows."

Miropo guffawed. “Aye! I think they do. I think the whole world will know by the end of this week."

“I can't wait." Temlock got his feet beneath him and stood up, the tendons in his knees popping like snapped twigs. He offered his hand to his new chief, the morning sunlight pouring on his chiseled physique and exposed manhood through the entrance flap. “For now, why don't you and I get clean?"

Miropo took his hand. “Aye, let's do that."

The mares were around the tipi doing their early morning work when the two stallions came wandering out. Rumors were already abound as to whether the stallion they all thought was cute would join them. It was no secret what they'd done to Nabiri, not after they'd all gathered around to listen. Nabiri confirmed it outright: the boy wanted to join. He hadn't said so, but Nabiri would cut off her tail and eat it if he didn't. Most believed her, but others wouldn't let their hopes up until they'd heard it from the chief's mouth.

They didn't need to. They all saw the two men wander out of the tent totally naked, chatting, laughing, and holding each other's hand as they headed to the river to clean.

THE END