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It was late one morning when Miropo strode through the settlement with nary a task or obligation burdened on him. Days when he could escape his duties as the Westir herd’s chief were rare like hen’s teeth, so he made sure to take full advantage of them whenever they came. Hours not spent toiling over the health and safety of his mares were instead used for frolicking with the ladies he shared the settlement with. It looked like a fine day for both, the sun painting a pleasant image across the steppes, their freshly dried blades of emerald unbowed by wind, shadowed only by the errant cloud. It brought a gay attitude to his mares as well. A handful approached the chief and casually asked if he could spare them some proper companionship.

Alas, Miropo had something personal to take care of, so he turned them down politely. “Another time, I promise,” he would say with a genial smile which pulled at the braided black beard that hung from his chin. The mares would hold him to his word, especially after watching his exquisitely crafted frame walking away, its many bulging muscles grinding. Particularly dashing were his trunk-like thighs and thunderous glutes which fit well beneath a huge muscle gut. Howitzers for arms hung from his hugely broad shoulders, on the flanks of pectorals that could crush rocks when squeezed together. All he used to cover such a hypermasculine build was a simple loincloth which hung from his waist, though even that failed in hiding the titanic portions of his manhood. There was a reason the mares sought after him so dearly on a day when he was free.

But today he would rather visit the only other stallion in the herd, the young Temlock whom he’d invited into Westir a few months ago. Temlock’s tent was near Miropo’s at the center of the settlement. Slightly smaller than the chief’s, it was still large enough to accommodate the usual amount of company a stallion could enjoy on the average day. Indeed, once Miropo approached the circular tent he was brought to a halt by the huff and grunt of two horses making love. His ears perked forward on instinct at the unmistakable clap of hip on haunch. Miropo heard it clearly alongside heaving moans and sharp grunts while he was still several yards away.

A chuckle rumbled the chief’s chest as he continued forward slowly and quietly for a better listen. I’m glad he’s oriented himself so well, he thought right before hearing a rather sultry request from the mare for Temlock to go harder.

Temlock huffed. “Ahh… I’m already going as hard as I can… Mmm…”

He hadn’t been given a request. “Huhhh… Try then… Huhhh… I’m close… Ohhh! I’m going to cum. Huhhhhhhh~”

Miropo cheered him on internally. Come on, lad. I know you can do it.

“Fffff… OK… Hahhh…” Some louder claps of flesh and more vehement huffs. Plap. Plap. Plap. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. Whomever he was fucking showed her appreciation by moaning more loudly, making even the sexually liberated Miropo take a step away from the tent. Temlock, meanwhile, let out a reeling moan. “Huhhhh… I’m cumming. About to cum! Hahhh!”

His partner got the same memo. “Yes… Temlock… Cum inside me. Huhhhh! Please! Yes! YES!”

Just a few more virulent plaps later and Miropo heard a triumphant whinnie echo from out the tent. It was joined by a muffled wail of delight. The acrid and metallic smell of sex wafted out into the open. Miropo’s nostrils flared. There was a stir in his loins. Easy now, he told himself with a smile. Don’t get worked up this early. Quite the day ahead of me.

The scene in the tent calmed down as the two lovers fought to catch their breaths. There were whispers Miropo couldn’t make out. No doubt they were compliments to the young stallion’s efforts and prowess. A second later there was a wet, nasty belching sound as Temlock withdrew his cock from his lover’s quim and opened the floodgates on his seed. “See you around,” Temlock said. Miropo heard a meaty slap followed by a delighted coo from the mare.

“Yeah, see you around~” she purred. Miropo heard some shuffling as she stood up to leave. The tent flaps opened to reveal Leleena, a black and white overo paint whose twitchy legs struggled to carry her forward. A smile rode her face until she saw her chief standing there, waiting. Her crystal blue eyes bugged and her exposed breasts bounced when she jumped. “Miropo! Sir…”

“Good morning, Leleena,” Miropo said gaily. “Enjoying Temlock’s company, I see.”

Leleena quickly pulled a lock of white mane from her face. She was more than used to Miropo’s gaze as well as his touch, but for some reason she was blushing and pulling down on her loin cloth. “Ahh, yes sir. He wasn’t busy, so I thought I would…”

“He did a good job, I hope. Brought you to completion?”

Her blush deepened. “Yes sir, he did.”

“Splendid! I thought as much based on what I heard. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to have a word with him.” Leleena nodded and scurried away. Miropo chuckled to himself as he approached the tent. Incredible how shy the mares can be once you throw a second stallion into the mix. You’d think I haven’t fucked her a dozen times already. Miropo stepped into the tent and found Temlock sitting on his bum, nude as the day he was born. His red chestnut coat glistened with sweat. He was still catching his breath, each inhale making his muscly chest swell.

“Miropo!” he huffed. “Er, how are you this morning?” He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He thought about standing up to properly greet the chief, but his legs ached with fatigue. His cum-glazed horse pecker was half slumped out of its sheath, currently making a slow retreat.

“Oh, just fine,” Miropo said. His nostrils resumed an involuntary twitching as he stood in a mist of sexual funk. Seeing the handsome stallion seated in the nude with his breeding tool lathered in Leleena’s cream brought about another rumbling in his nethers which he ignored for now. “Though not as fine as you’re doing. I see you’ve properly introduced yourself to Leleena.”

Temlock laughed uneasily and scratched the back of his head. “Ah, yes. She came to me this morning asking to mate. I obliged her, as you can see. I heard you talking to her.”

“And I heard you fucking her. You did well, according to her.”

Temlock felt his cheeks grow hot. “Thank you. I tried my best.” Much like the mares, he was more than used to the sight of Miropo’s nudity, but somehow referring to sex while in its presence wasn’t something he was quite used to. It had been at least a couple moons since he’d been invited into the herd, when he’d been invited to lie with Miropo’s head mare and share duties with the chief. Years of unsuccessful attempts to start his own herd led him to accept, and he’d been filling more than his share’s worth of duties keeping the settlement safe and the mares happy. However, that didn’t eliminate the feeling that he was borrowing what belonged to another man. The closer he got to Miropo, the more guilty he felt in breeding his women, even as they asked for his cock. It was strange, but Temlock felt much more comfortable if he was beside Miropo when either man was making love. The night Miropo had invited him into the herd was replayed often in his memory. He wanted to relive it but had yet to make the request.

“Your best was more than enough. Now that you’re done with that, is there anything else you have planned? There’s something I’d like us to do together.”

“Oh! No. I mean… I don’t have anything else.” Temlock made to stand up but came to a halt when Miropo waved his hand and shook his head.

“No, no. Not right now. It isn’t urgent.” Temlock sat back down. “I just wanted to spend the day showing you something. Once you’re done cleaning yourself here come meet me at the northern edge of the settlement where it meets the trees. Think you can make it?”

Temlock’s heart fluttered at the thought of what they might do. “Of course.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” Then Miropo exited the tent, leaving Temlock alone to clean himself.

He did so in a hurry, eager to set out and discover what Miropo had in store for him. What’s north of the settlement? Temlock had never been out too far in that direction. Since he’d joined the herd nobody had, or at least he didn’t think so. There isn’t much in that patch of trees there. Is he taking me somewhere else? His curiosity egged him something terrible, thus he left the tent at a brisk jog to find the chief near the north forest, just outside of the settlement. Temlock came jogging down the grassy slopes leading into that patch of woods with his loincloth flattened against his manhood and his mane flowing. He saw Miropo waiting patiently, that fatherly smile of his visible from that far away. Temlock slowed to a stop once he’d reached him. “Miropo,” he said, greeting the chief.

“Glad you made it!” Miropo chimed. “Come. Follow me through the trees. What awaits us is on the other side.”

Temlock obeyed in an instant. He trotted up to the chief’s side and matched his pace as they both strode through the canopy-dappled shade, a rarity among the plains. “So, if I may ask-”

“You may,” said Miropo without looking at Temlock.

“Right. Erm, what is it you wanted to show me?” Temlock looked over his shoulder towards the settlement, wondering if any of the mares could see the two men from there. They were too far, and the trees were too thick. The pair of stallions were alone.

“A place where I’d like to spend the night with you,” Miropo said casually.

Temlock wasn’t expecting that. “I see. And where is that exactly?”

Miropo peered over at his friend with a smirk. “Wait and see.” The pair continued their march through the woods until coming to the opposite side where the fields continued their infinite sprawl across the horizon. Temlock’s eyes darted across it, looking for what Miropo was talking about, but he saw nothing but grassy hills like he did every day. Miropo took some pleasure in watching him search before pointing out directly ahead. “It’s there.”

Temlock followed Miropo’s finger, but still saw nothing. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see it.”

“Of course you don’t. It’s a day’s gallop from here, a hill where I spent my days as a colt. I want to show it to you.”

Temlock’s eyes went round. Miropo had done nothing to describe the place and yet when he said he’d grown up there it elicited images of untouched beauty Temlock yearned to see. “That sounds…” He choked back a word and cleared his throat. “Ehm… That sounds good. I’d like to go there.”

Miropo’s eyes narrowed around a smile. “Perfect. Here…” Miropo reached an arm towards Temlock’s backside. He pulled the string on Temlock’s loincloth which promptly drifted to the ground between the young stallion’s feet, leaving his swollen purse bare. Miropo did the same to his own, and the two men were stark naked. “If we are to make a journey through nature, we must be natural. Don’t you agree?”

Temlock couldn’t fight wearing a dumb, excited grin. “Yes! Absolutely.” He shook his legs and did a few hops to warm himself up. “I can’t remember the last long gallop I’ve had. This will be a good refresher.” He shot Miropo a playful smirk. “Think you can keep up?”

Miropo gave him the exact same look right back at him. “Funny, I was about to ask you the same.” Then his arm swung back and came careening through the air to land a devastating swat across Temlock’s glute, knocking him off balance. Temlock barely recovered before the older chief barreled ahead, pumping those enormous legs and arms of his like they were nothing. Temlock watched him go for a few paces, mesmerized by the rocky grind of his muscles and how the grass bowed around his shins.

Temlock got his act together. He sprinted after the chief, caught up with him, and began their gallop through the plains as a pair.

* * *

Their journey was spent mostly in silence, their breaths saved for the oxygen required to pump them onwards. It pitted them in a loop of heavy hoofbeats and the whooshing sighs of wind that would bend the grass and breathe life into their manes. The plains hummed around them, a den of life spread over, on, and below the ground they trampled. There were other herds, those of bison and antelope they saw in the distance. Flocks of birds droned in the heavens above them to complete their own journeys, wherever it would bring them.

It was freedom Temlock hadn’t felt in a long time, not even while he was trying to start his own herd. Those lonesome years spent toiling were not so kind to allow a long gallop such as this. With Miropo at his side, matching him step for step, Temlock felt as though the whole of Mother Earth was his to discover. Feeling the chief’s heavy thumps into the dirt so close and so loud, Temlock figured there wasn’t anywhere he couldn’t go. He would glance at his running partner every so often and see him with his eyes pointed resolutely forward. The shock of each hoofbeat would ripple up the chief’s gorgeously thick frame. Clods of dirt would fling up from behind him. In his nudity Temlock could see his cock and balls bounce amidst his thighs in a handsome chaos. Temlock would become aware of his own whenever a gust of wind would blow on it or when a shimmer of arousal would press on his breeding tool. Temlock had to look forward like Miropo was.

The day bled away into the evening’s sunset when muscles began to burn and sweat poured. Temlock’s breathing grew heavier, but he wouldn’t dare suggest a break. Part of him surmised this to be some kind of test to see how far he could go without complaint or if he could surpass the elder stallion. His fatigue was intense, but so was his desire to impress Miropo, thus he remained unflinching even as the sweat tricking off his brow cooled in the early night air.

At last, Miropo broke the silence with just a few words. “There it is, on the horizon.”

It startled Temlock after so much silence. “Where?” he huffed.

“Just over this hill. Come on.” Miropo accelerated.

Temlock next exhale came as a sigh. “I’m coming.” The two men stormed up the slope which led them to the crest of a short hill. Miropo slowed to a stop, panting hard but otherwise looking stoic. Temlock halted beside him with hamstrings like taut rubber. His chest swelled with each breath that blew into his open mouth. He was just about to ask where it was when he saw the vibrant colors of a flower-studded meadow illuminate the hill in front of him, its many gay colors highlighted further by the sun’s descent to the west. His eyes broadened at the sight of it. If not for the long gallop having done so already, it would’ve taken his breath away.

“You like it?” huffed Miropo. “This is where I was born, where my birth herd built its settlement. This is what I wanted to show you.”

Temlock licked his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat. “It’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen so many different colors.”

“Nor I since leaving it. Come, let’s walk there.” Miropo strode down the hill’s opposite slope at a leisurely pace. Temlock was glad to follow, this time more slowly. Soon the grass faded into the more vibrant flowers. There were petals of every assortment, those reaching high into the air atop great stalks as well as those clustered more closely to the Earth. Bundles of yarrow and fields of tulips. Temlock couldn’t begin to catalogue every flower he saw. Miropo walked through them with his hand open at his side, brushing his fingertips through it all. Temlock was behind him but could more than sense the nostalgia which beat in his heart.

“You said your birth herd settled here,” Temlock said. “Where are they now? Do you know?”

Miropo kept facing forward. “They were absorbed by a larger herd not long after my rite of passage. We’d been dwindling in numbers for the last few years. I don’t know where they are now. I hope they’re alright.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. These things happen. I think it was the best possible outcome considering how close we came to disbanding. Even if it had, that is life. Things are created, things are lost. It’s the task of the living to remember these things.”

Temlock recalled his own birth herd, the one he’d left to start his own. “Aye.”

The two stallions made it to the crest of another hill where Miropo came to a stop and calmly started to lie down. “We’ll rest here for the night,” he said after rolling his back onto the grass and imprinting himself. “Let’s watch the sunset, shall we?”

Temlock could finally let go of the competitive attitude and relax. “Aye, that sounds good.”

Miropo thumped his hand on the grass next to him. “Lie down. Let’s enjoy nature for a while.”

Temlock did as he was told and got on his back next to Miropo. A relaxed sigh blew out of him once he was flat on the ground. Though his leg muscles and lungs still burned, he could feel the ache dissipating slowly. He could focus on the half-darkened sky above him, the yonder color of scarlet orange fading so that the stars may show. Temlock saw a few in the east already. Miropo’s enormous presence lingered to his right. The smell radiating from him like an aura kept Temlock’s nostrils at a constant flare. After gulping he said, “This is a nice place.”

“It is, isn’t it? Opportunities to come here are seldom with the herd to take care of. Since you arrived and lightened the load I’ve had plans to return. I’m happy to have brought you.”

“And I’m happy to have been brought. It’s no big thing to helping around the settlement.”

“I appreciate it all the same. I’m sure fucking beautiful mares everyday isn’t too terrible a burden for you.”

Temlock snickered and scratched his nose. “No, it isn’t.”

“Is that what you had pictured when you set off to start your own herd? A bunch of big and gorgeous women to please every day?”

A scoff from Temlock. “That’s about the long and short of it. Isn’t that every stallion’s dream?”

“Aye, but for many stallions it remains just that, a dream. They separate from their birth herd and discover that starting one isn’t the beast they were prepared for.” Miropo turned his head and looked over at Temlock. “Does that sound familiar?”

“All too well,” Temlock admitted grimly. “Now I know how maintaining such a heard isn’t all that easy either, though you make it look like nothing.”

“It isn’t nothing. Like I said, having another man in the settlement has done wonders.”

“I know. I just…” Temlock scratched his face again. “I was just naïve.”

“Don’t worry. I was your age too, once. I harbored wild aspirations of being the biggest and best stallion in all the steppes.”

“Well, I think you’ve gone and done it.”

Miropo looked back up at the sky. He shook his head. “I’m just a stallion. One of who knows how many that I share these plains with. I’m just lucky to be the man I am, but more importantly, to have met the people that I have.”

Temlock admired his modesty. He couldn’t begin to name every stallion he knew personally that would’ve killed for what Miropo had, a list that included himself. To be able to have a share in such success was a fortune he wasn’t sure he deserved. “You know, I feel pretty fortunate to have met you. I mean, if I hadn’t tried to rescue Naribi from that insect, I have no idea what I’d be doing now. Still breaking my back trying to survive alone in the wild, I suppose.”

“The feeling’s mutual. You said you had been out on your own for a long time.”

“Mmhmm, for years.”

“So, what happened? What did you do for so long on your lonesome?”

It was a long story, one Temlock hadn’t told in full to anyone. I suppose here’s the best place for it. “Well, for a long time I simply wandered the fields, hoping I would bump into some mare in another herd willing to break off. That proved to be wishful thinking.” Temlock went on listing the instances where he had tried coaxing mares into joining him and failing each time. It stung a little describing them all and how embarrassing it was, but he felt comfortable with Miropo. He felt no judgement from the older stallion, not even as he nodded his head and asked questions. Miropo was a good listener, remaining quiet through most of Temlock’s story and reacting appropriately to the more dramatic bits.

As Temlock’s tale rolled on so did the evening into night. The gibbous moon craned into where the sun had been, pitting the meadow into a silvery glow. The many flowers shut their petals into bulbs to slumber until the coming sunrise. Meanwhile, the two men stayed wide awake, energized by Temlock’s story even as the exhaustion of their long gallop rang in their muscles. Neither wanted to fall asleep until the story ended, or at least until something else transpired, a hope that echoed in both their minds.

“…and then I saw Naribi bathing and the mantis coming after her,” Temlock finished at last. He didn’t know how long he’d been going on, only that it was long enough for the stars to join in on the listening party. He turned his head to look at Miropo and found the chief looking at him. “You know everything that happened after that.”

Miropo nodded. “I do.”

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

“I mean, what about when you left your birth herd to start your own? How long did it take? How long were you by yourself?”

Miropo sighed as he thought about it. “Exactly how long, I’m not sure. A few years at least. I tried starting my own herds a few times to no avail. I came very close to giving up. That was until fortune smiled on me and I reunited with Naribi. She and I are from the same birth herd.”

Temlock’s face lit up with surprise. “You never told me that.”

“We try not to recall our birth herd too often. It was in our past where it shall remain. That doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten. Ours was an era of many fractured herds, mares looking for solitude. Like I said, I was lucky. You know, I think Naribi did a better job of recruiting women than I did. She’s got a silver tongue.”

Temlock grinned to himself at the thought of the supremely sultry Naribi when she was younger. “Aye, I’m keenly aware.”

“But it was never easy, certainly not in the early years. I was the same age as you when we left. We faced the same trials, but we made it through together. I can’t imagine the settlement being anything like it is now without her.” Miropo looked up to the stars. “I can’t imagine myself without her.”

Temlock felt the sentimentality in the chief. He pondered if he felt the same way about anyone else. He thought he did. “What made you leave?”

Miropo shrugged. “Same reason as you. Dreams and aspirations. Naribi was the first mare whose touch I experienced, and I was her first stallion.”

Temlock felt his face grow warm. Is this… jealousy? “Lucky woman.”

“Hmm, so she likes to brag. I think her bringing in so many mares into the herd was her way of showing me off. I’m not complaining.”

“Nor are the mares,” Temlock joked.

Miropo snorted. “No, certainly not.” He looked at Temlock. “How was your first time?”

Temlock’s mien faltered a little. “Clumsy, unpracticed.”

“So is every first time.”

“Yes, but there were so many braggarts in my birth herd who would inflate their triumphs in the cot. I used to gauge myself based on the stories they told, how they’d make women cum with ease and stamina to spare.” Temlock scoffed. “I know it’s nonsense now, but for a long time it ate at me. This one fellow…” He paused.

Miropo waited for him to continue before politely urging him forward. “This one fellow?”

Temlock cleared his throat. “This one fellow, he liked to show off. If there was any stallion I think lived up to his descriptions, it was him. Tall and lean. Hung too. He could fuck any woman to completion like it was nothing. He wouldn’t do anything to hide when he pleased himself, just to let us know how big he was.” The image reared itself into the forefront of Temlock’s memory, adding heat to his face and firmness to his penis. “He was enormous.”

Miropo harrumphed. “No one likes a showoff. A stallion of his stature ought to use his mating prowess to teach younger men.”

“He did, or at least he made it look like he was. I attended his demonstrations more often than any other fellow.” Temlock rubbed his chin. “And walked in on him a few times as well.”

Miropo looked at him. “Were you attracted to him?”

Temlock’s blush deepened. He realized how the flare of his cock head was beginning to breach his sheathe. To his pleasant surprise, so was Miropo’s. “Aye. He was a handsome stud.” Temlock managed a cute smirk towards Miropo. “Nearly as handsome and as studly as you.”

Miropo smiled back. “Impressive. You know, a similar fellow lived in my birth herd. He might not have been as bold as the fellow you describe, but he knew his way around a woman’s cunt. An older man, tall with a black coat and white feathered hooves, a cock not much smaller than mine.” In the middle of his description Miropo reached for his budding erection. His thick fingers grasped it by the neck and began stroking what had breached the sheath. It seemed involuntary, like he didn’t even notice he was doing. But Temlock did. It held his attention rather firmly. “I can see the way his ass muscles clenched into boulders when he would thrust. His loads were bountiful, always thick and overflowing. The mares loved him. So did I.”

That was an intense image, one that began to supplant the one Temlock had of the showoff from his birth herd. His pole gained momentum, forming a short tower of mottled sex flesh that soon fell flat on his tummy where it slithered up past his navel. Miropo’s cock was even further, its flare bulging visibly when the chief would clench his muscle. “You loved him?” Temlock asked without thinking.

Miropo blinked and looked at Temlock. The moonlight sparkled in both their eyes, drawing a color from their irises more brilliant than what the flowers had in the daylight. “I did. He was how I discovered my love for stallions as well as mares. The stallion you mentioned, I reckon he did the same for you. Didn’t he?”

Temlock’s whole face was ablaze. So was his breeding tool, now at full staff atop his muscle gut. “He did. Why do you ask?”

Miropo turned his whole body over so that he lay on his side. His leviathan cock and balls spilled over into the grass, aiming at Temlock. “Because I brought you here to have our first touch as stallions.”

Temlock knew it was coming and still his heart soared. Though excitement made his thighs shiver, he managed to roll onto his side and face his new lover so that both their incredible sex organs touched by their heads in the soft, cool grass. “I would like that,” said Temlock. “I would like that a lot.”

Without sparing another word Miropo reached for Temlock. He took him by the shoulder and pulled. Temlock went forward to meet the chief, and the two men’s bodies were mushed together, belly to belly, maw to maw, cock to cock. Their snouts collided sloppily at first with lips barely missing. It was quickly corrected by Miropo who parted his maw to latch onto Temlock’s bottom lip, an action which kicked off a furious battle of lip and tongue. Temlock was overwhelmed by his size and strength, but did nothing to resist as his mouth lay open to the chief’s advances. Temlock’s arm went around Miropo’s midriff and clutched his lumbar to pull him even closer. Firm and needy humps squished the undermuscles of their dicks against one another. Feeling Miropo throb against him would trigger one in him as well, thus setting off a chain reaction of hearty cock throbs and clumsy thrusts.

A needy grunt snorted through Miropo’s nose. He began to lurch sideways and over Temlock who passively rolled onto his back to allow the bigger, older stallion on top of him. Temlock was all but crushed by his immensity, unable but also unwilling to leave that lovingly oppressive squeeze. Temlock’s beefy legs hooked around Miropo’s trunk with his feet settled atop those mountainous haunches. Temlock rubbed his hands down the back of Miropo’s faded scalp and neck, scratching his palms on the stubble while that braided beard tickled his neck and collar.

Miropo applied himself liberally, both in body and in tongue. The ardent crunch of his glutes would grind his pole against Temlock’s and mush his exorbitant scrotum into his thighs. His horsetail was cocked upright out of excitement. He kept his hands splayed in the dirt astride Temlock’s head. Between smooches there came loud and wet huffs for air. Miropo pulled Temlock’s lip with his teeth ever so gently. Temlock squeezed the back of his neck in turn before venturing his hands further down the chief’s back and onto his buttocks which he was obliged to grope. Further they went, landing on the great, broad plain of soft leather that was Miropo’s backsack.

Temlock pried his face to the side, away from Miropo so he could breath. “Hahhh… Fuck… I’m so hot. I…” He cupped the underside of Miropo’s leviathan nads, weighing the great deluge of potent seed that churned inside them. “God… I can really feel why the mares love you. You’ve got balls to breed every herd on Earth.”

Miropo had his snout buried in the flank of Temlock’s neck which he sucked and gnawed on. A throaty chuckle beat vibrated against Temlock. “Thank you, but right now it’s you I’d like to breed.”

A blushing Temlock laughed too. “Good luck trying with another stallion.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I intend on trying, all right.” Miropo grinded on him some more, utilizing a fluid saw of the hips that dragged his giant fuckstick up against his lover’s. “Mmmmm, you’re nothing to scoff at either. The mares tell me how good of a partner you are. They say your cock is perfectly sized, better suited for things they could never try with me.”

Temlock knew he meant it as a compliment, but he couldn’t help but feel inadequate due to the comparison. “Well, they also seem to love a cock as big as yours just as well.”

“Maybe, but your average mare will better love the expert with a saber than the brute with a claymore.” He punctuated the statement with a long and heavy hump.

Temlock bit his lip and quivered beneath him. The first tear of precum bled from his cock tip upon one heavy throb. “Who’s calling you a brute? You seem rather… Nnh… Expert with that thing.”

Miropo lifted his face from Temlock’s neck and smiled down at him from nose to nose. Even in the pale moonlight Temlock could make out his every kind wrinkle. “Why don’t I let you be the judge of how expert I am?”

Temlock felt a deep shiver in his guts. “Aye, I can do that.”

“I’m sure you can.” Miropo got off him and knelt upright, wielding that terrific phallus in front of him like a battering ram. Though well acquainted with the sight of it, Temlock had never seen it aimed at him with such intent. He partly dreaded Miropo’s next move, surely to press it into the younger stallion’s virgin hole and stuff it. Instead, the chief shuffled backwards on his knees from between Temlock’s legs and got on his fours next to him. Temlock wasn’t sure what he was doing until Miropo crawled around to Temlock’s head and then over him so that his titanic marble-patterned body eclipsed the sky above. Temlock felt a glancing glow across his cheek from above. Along came Miropo’s giant cock, its hot and heavy head settled against Temlock’s face with all its masculine size and smell.

“Oh,” Temlock said, nostrils flaring. “I see.” He felt a tear of molten precum dribbled onto his jowl where the tip had settled.

“A nice view, I hope,” quipped Miropo. He had his own special view of Temlock’s loins with its more manageable set of organs for him to enjoy. He hoisted Temlock’s pole off his gut and aimed it skyward to begin stroking it with one firm, calloused fist. “You do what you have to down there. If you don’t mind, I’ll do the same.” Then he craned his head over, opened his mouth, and fit Temlock’s cock into his lips.

Hot and moist mouth flesh swaddled Temlock’s warhead. Immediately there was a spasm through his lower body accompanied by a sharp gasp. “Hyuh! Ahhhh…” That brought in the smell of Miropo’s package deep into his maw. That earthy, musty man taste drilled into his throat with every breath. Though he shivered and shuddered from the exquisite service his own manhood received, he was loathe to let his lover go untouched. He held Miropo’s penis by the neck and lurched his head backwards so that the muzzle was aimed for his gullet. Uniting the tip with his maw made him realize his mouth wasn’t open wide enough. He made the adjustment, then closed his lips around that colossal girth. “Ulf…”

Miropo was in the middle of gobbing on the upper part of Temlock’s totem when he felt his own being enveloped. A huff beat through his nose as he rewarded his lover with a firm thrust into the mouth. Temlock’s eyes bugged as his hole mouth was plugged in just that maneuver. At the gate of his throat, he could feel that molten cock liqueur oozing. Temlock tried to relax and breathe through his nose, but his excitement made it hard. The best he could do was fondle Miropo’s huge nuts and focus on their rotundity while his gullet came close to being stuffed.

Miropo showed no such struggles. Like his mares had told him, Temlock was perfectly sized for maneuver. The chief’s grip was at his lover’s hilt, holding it in place while he made a fluid head bob that covered the upper quadrant of Temlock’s length. Crude and wet sounds ripped from his lips squeezing and running across the pole which was greased in Miropo’s spit. Schlllk. Schlllup. Schlllllk. The hand not steadying Temlock’s pecker was right in front of Miropo’s lips, corkscrewing its way across what portions of man flesh the mouth could not cover.

Temlock was in heaven. His muscular legs kicked and curled through the grass while his stomach would heave up into his lover’s. His writhes would’ve been more if not for the huge dick pinning his throat. Not to leave Miropo unattended, Temlock did more to massage those two giant nuts that sat on his nose. He rubbed them around and stretched the skin around his snout so he could enjoy their warm, soft texture. It was almost too much enjoyment. His pleasure was ascending rapidly, and he had done little to reciprocate given his position. Clenching his muscles to avoid the coming climax could only slow the coming tide but not stem it. Miropo was too good. The younger stallion was about to pop. He indicated as much with some more vehement writhing and choked moans. “Hnnnf! Mmmm! Nngggghhhhhh~!!!”

A Vesuvian burst of cum smacked Miropo in the back of his throat upon Temlock’s orgasm. It caught the chief off guard, but he reacted quickly. His snout flew to the top of Temlock’s pole where his lips imploded around a tight seal. Molten spurts of seed came and filled Miropo’s mouth while his fist shuttled along the rest of the shaft. It enticed a ferocious climax that had Temlock bouncing and kicking his legs beneath him. Poor Temlock could do nothing but suffer the duration of such a powerful climax with Miropo’s mouth wrapped around that sensitive clot of nerves at the neck of his penis.

The eruption petered out slowly. In one hearty gulp Miropo put away Temlock’s load. Hot man nectar swam down his gullet and into his belly where it diffused its blissful warmth. Miropo pried his mouth from Temlock’s penis, threads of spittle bridging the two of them. “Ahhhh! That’s what I wanted,” Miropo chuckled. He gave Temlock one last stroke before letting his member slump down on his belly. The chief knelt upright and was reminded how deeply his cock was ensconced in Temlock’s throat. The younger stallion’s head was trapped in that position, tilted all the way back with his scalp flat on the grass. A noticeable bulge in his neck marked how deeply Miropo was buried. “Ohh, pardon me.” Miropo shuffled backwards on his knees. The bulge marched up Temlock’s esophagus and rolled through his cheeks before finally popping out of his lips. Miropo’s furiously swollen horse flare dripped with saliva as it swayed into place above Temlock’s face.

A whooping gasp sucked into Temlock’s lungs before he went on a coughing fit. “Koff kOff koff! Huhhhh! Koff koff! Ohhhh shit… Huhhhh… Koff koff…” With the onrush of oxygen was an intense afterglow that kept his legs shaky and his mind foggy. It took him a few moments to recognize the upside-down image of Miropo and his huge dick looking down at him.

Miropo gave him a big pat on the shoulder. “Well? How was it? I take it you enjoyed that by how much you made.” He wiped the corner of his chin with the back of his wrist and patted his belly. “Now I know it wasn’t luck that you had came so much the first time I saw you fuck.”

The stars in Temlock’s vision began to fade. He too wiped his lips, though his jaw muscles and gullet were both sore. “Ahhh, I couldn’t help it. You really sucked the life out of me. You’re sure that was your first touch with a stallion?”

The chief shrugged. “Well, I’ve had plenty of demonstrations done on me by the mares. I didn’t think it would be terribly difficult to replicate. Besides, a man knows another man’s body better than any woman, don’t you think?”

The afterglow was still strong in Temlock’s loins. “I’ll say.”

“Not to sound needy, but you didn’t give me enough time to cum.”

Temlock felt a pang of guilt. “Well, you didn’t give me a chance to try. Your nuts weigh like boulders. Could hardly move with those things on my face, let alone your entire body draped over me.”

Miropo laughed. “Oh, I’m not troubled by it at all. The way I see it…” Miropo stroked his Herculean piston. “Now’s your chance to make it up to me.”

Temlock felt a brick of ice in his gut. “Y-yeah. I’d love to.”

“Atta boy.” Miropo reached the other hand out to slap the flank of Temlock’s butt. “Now turn around and get on your fours, boy.”

Temlock flinched away from the spank then blushed upon such a lurid command. “Mmm, yes sir.” It was even more embarrassing how quickly that came out of him. Temlock rolled over onto his stomach and shuffled around so that his legs were towards the eagerly waiting chief. Temlock didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know that humungous breeding tool was lingering in the air behind him, ready to tear him open like a can. Temlock rose to his fours. His knees spread apart and his horse tail cocked upwards. Trembling, he said to Miropo, “Go easy.”

Miropo was entranced by what he saw. A package of youth and vigor wound together by muscle and strength presenting itself for his pleasure was a more effective turn on than he expected. “Aye, I’ll try.” He brushed aside Temlock’s tail to get a view of his puffy black donut. Just inches below hung his obese ballsack, beyond that, his limpen horse cock. Miropo’s own member throbbed at the mere sight of it. While grabbing it he walked on his knees to get in position.

Temlock’s face grew hotter upon the inspection of his vulnerable side. Looking forward he could not see Miropo’s cock, but he more than felt it glide up his crack and form a heroic bowsprit that teetered between his glutes with that huge ridge of muscle settled nicely in the divide. Temlock shivered hard. His mouth fell open as he started to pant. He dared to look behind him over his shoulder. Miropo’s cock looked bigger than it ever had while resting on his rump, nor did the chief ever look so lascivious.

Miropo caught his anxious stare. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

No point in denying it. “Dreadfully so.”

“Try to relax.”

Temlock gulped. “I am. It’s… a lot to take at once.”

Miropo had heard that line before. “It’s alright. I’ll go easy like I said.” He soothed Temlock with a hand that rubbed his lower back. At the same time he withdrew his pecker until the head fell level with Temlock’s tail hole. He pressed into it gently, flattening that rim of sensitive dark flesh with his horse flare. Spittle squished against the inner skin of his glutes. Miropo clenched his floor muscle to throb free a fat, glassy tear of precum. It added to the deluge of body fluids coating Temlock’s hole. They would make things easier, if not easy.

Those queer sensations rippled up Temlock’s spine. Gooseprickles blew across his skin and toughened his nipples. Miropo wasn’t even inside and yet he could feel something like a phantom penetration drilling him to the stomach. “Oh f-f-fuck… Ahh… That’s… Mmf…”

“Good?” Miropo asked.

Temlock licked his lips and gulped. “Maybe. I don’t know. Just keep going. I think I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I think that’s going to be hard to avoid,” Temlock said with a very dry chuckle.

Miropo wasn’t laughing. He had another idea. “Here, why don’t we try this?” He cupped the underside of his pecker and aimed the tip up Temlock’s canyon so that it peeked over the younger stallion’s back. Miropo thrusted gently, parting those plush haunches and gliding his shaft through until his balls were against Temlock’s thighs. Smooth, soft horse bum hugged his cock muscle the whole way through. Icy delight rippled through his pole and drew a tear of precum from his cum slit that fell onto Temlock’s back like hot wax. “Oooooh, yes~ I think that will work.”

That faux penetration sensation rolled up Temlock’s insides with such buttery smoothness that he gasped and his thighs quivered. There was even a bloom of pleasure in his boy spot, a part of himself he hadn’t even discovered yet. The drip of thickish precum onto the trench over his spine was the cherry on top. “Ahhhh~ Yes… I think it will too. Mmmmm…”

Miropo adored how effeminate Temlock’s voice had become all the sudden. “Aye. Let’s do this then~” The chief drew his hips back down Temlock’s trench before drilling it back forward with a single heroic thrust. His balls came careening with him and smacked into the back of Temlock’s thighs.

A sharp gasp swept through the younger stallion’s mouth upon a tidal wave of sensations and emotions. It didn’t just feel like he’d been penetrated; he was thoroughly convinced that he had been. His maw stayed open in an erotic O-shape as the strength in his limbs surrendered to a steady tremble. “Ahhh~! Miropo… I… Hahhh…” Words failed him, but he knew what could pass the sentiment on properly instead. Temlock pressed back on Miropo. His glutes flattened on the chief’s pelvis. A sign of appreciation came in the form of another slug of precum falling onto Temlock’s back.

Miropo purred his satisfaction and grabbed Temlock by his midriff. “Glad you’re enjoying it. Here’s some more for you.” He wound up another hump that crashed into Temlock’s rump with jarring force. Temlock felt the impact ripple up his spine and ring in his ears, but that only added to the searing joy which resonated through his lower body. His eyes crossed in their sockets. Another moan fell out of him. Miropo resumed humping at a slow and heavy tempo. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. He may not have felt the kind grip of Temlock’s inner flesh, but the tight grip of his inner buttocks was more than enough. The chief sighed and looked up with his mien relaxed by the pleasure. When his eyes were half shut, he thought he could see his cock buried deep in Temlock’s guts. That’s all the chief needed. He went harder. Plap. Plap. Plap. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

Temlock’s imagination galloped alongside the chief’s. “Hahhhh! Oh fuck! Huhhhhh! Miropo! Huhhhhhh…” His cock, half slung out of his sheath, bounced to the beat along with his orbs. The mottled pink shaft was growing longer quickly until in just a few more faux thrusts he was at full staff along with his lover. That rock solid horse pole bounced up against his tummy, adding to the mountain of delight that made him moan like the mares he liked to fuck. “Huhhhhh~! Ahhhhhh~! Yes! Yes…”

Music to Miropo’s ears. Though his expression was hung dumbly, he kept a crushing grip on Temlock’s ribcage. That amount of strength did not even match the vehemence behind his crunching glutes. His testes swung like wrecking balls, slowly but with an inertia that struck Temlock from behind like thrusts on their own. As the chief went faster his giant cock went into a blur above Temlock’s back and ass. It would javelin through the air over the lumbar before pausing sharply. Flecks of precum would slough off the flare before he would withdraw and hump again. This was coordinated with the push and pulls on Temlock’s body, an added bit of force both men needed so that they might cum.

Temlock was about to. Even after his previous orgasm and while he wasn’t even being fucked there was another great swelling of delight within his body. It outshone what he’d felt when Miropo sucked his cock, or anything else he’d felt from a mare. He hadn’t even cum, and his voice was striking a sharp octave it never had on its own. “Hahhhh! Miropo! Oh, fuck! Ahhhh! Cumming! I’m-! Huhhhhh! Close! I’m cumming! I-!” The words were choked off by a shrill moan, something like a squeak. He hid his blushing face between his arms which continued to hold him up despite all the pleasure making them so weak. Looking down his torso he saw the muzzle of his cock bouncing up and down. Beyond it Miropo’s titanic pair of cumtanks which heaved into him full force. The chief fucking him, the grip on his body, the lurid sight in front of him, it all fed into an earth-shattering climax that spurred Temlock into a caterwaul. “Huuuueeeeuuuggghhh~!!!” An errant blast of pearls shot out of his cock head at the same moment it bounced up into his belly. The following spurts alternated between there and the grass below which soon carried a veritable swamp of molten seed.

Miropo could’ve teased the younger stallion about it as he thought he ought to have, but the chief couldn’t muster any real thought at the moment. That lame expression of his was tightening into a grimace; his body was arriving at the same conclusion. “Ohhhh… Temlock! Cumming too! I-! Fuck! Ahhhh! Huhhhhh!” He swung forth one last trio of thrusts as powerfully as he could before planting the very final one on Temlock’s glutes. His buttocks caved in at their sides upon a colossal crunch which threw his shoulders and head backwards. The chief pulled on Temlock hard. “Hrrrrnnngggghhhhhhhh~!!!” The orgasm he’d been denied in Temlock’s throat rocketed out of him with all the gusto one would expect. The first rope, brought about by the sudden collapse of his cock muscle, was lobbed into the air by the angle his pecker made on top of Temlock’s ass. It cleared the younger stallion’s head completely, landing in the yonder grass a few feet away. The remaining spurts were not so athletic, blowing out of Miropo in shotgun-blasts which struck Temlock all over his back. Pump by pump, Miropo covered that red chestnut canvas with a constellation of ivory whips and splatters. At the tail end of such an Olympian load was nothing but a slovenly ooze which formed a puddle at the root of Temlock’s spine, just above his horse tail.

The two of them panted hard amidst the afterglow. They kept each other from falling over with Miropo holding onto Temlock and Temlock leaning back against Miropo’s pelvis. The chief looked down and saw the Pollockian art piece he’d created on Temlock’s back. His triumphant pecker was sagging over top of it all but was nowhere near spent. “Ohhh, fuck. Hahhh… Hahhh… Temlock? How are you feeling?”

Pretty good should’ve been the response, though at most Temlock could offer a zombie-like groan. “Nnnnnnnnn…” He slumped forward into the grass where he landed flat on his chest and face. Miropo all but collapsed right next to him with his arms over his head and his enormous chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. For several moments the two stallions just laid there wallowing in euphoria. The cum on Temlock’s back and buttocks tickled gooseprickles into his skin. He opened his eyes to see Miropo next to him, so he garnered the strength to roll onto his side and cuddle up to the chief with his arm draped across his chest. “That was incredible,” Temlock murmured, his voice muffled by the chief’s armpit.

Miropo’s panting gave way to laughter. “Aye, I think so too.” His arm came down to hold Temlock’s back. His gaze poured into the stars, the audience to such a tender moment. “Thank you for doing this with me. Out of all the stallions I’ve met throughout my life, I’m glad it was you.”

Temlock scratched Miropo’s chest. “Likewise. You know, before we came here, it had still been hard for me fucking your mares.”

Miropo frowned down at him. “What do you mean? I thought you were pretty good at it.”

“No,” Temlock chuckled. “Not like that. I mean it still felt awkward fucking mares that belonged to you. I know you’d asked me to share in your duties with them, but I could never shake the feeling like I was taking something that didn’t wholly belong to me.”

Miropo came close to calling it silly but knew better. “I see, and do you feel that way now?”

“Now? After you’ve painted my back in cum and made me moan like a woman?” Temlock pretended to think for a moment. “No. I think your mares are the lesser thing you’ve shared with me.”

Miropo’s giant belly jiggled when he laughed. “Aye, that makes sense to me.”

Temlock’s hand drifted from Miropo’s chest and down to his limpen pecker, currently halfway out of the sheathe. He traced one finger around the rim of his glans, wetting it on the precum it was sheened with. A cheeky smile lightened his features. “I hope that wasn’t all you had for me. I came twice. You, only once. I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep tonight without evening the score.”

Miropo felt his manhood stirring back to life. His chest vibrated with a happy purr. “Ooooh, well in that case…” Miropo pulled away and got into a kneeling position facing Temlock. He grabbed his cock by the root and aimed it at his lover. “…why don’t you bring my number up?”

So Temlock did. Multiple times.

* * *

The pair awoke to a dew-drenched meadow and bodies sore from activities the night before. Arm-in-arm, it took some level of effort to pry away from each other and summon the energy to begin the long gallop back home. First, Miropo guided Temlock to a nearby stream where the two bathed. With so much aftermath crusted in their fur, it took some time to get completely clean.

They made the journey home at a slower pace. Time was taken to talk and enjoy the scenery around them. Though they jogged, neither man felt the impetus to try and outlast or outrun the other. Temlock didn’t think there would be any shame in asking for some rest, not that he needed it. There was no rush to get back home.

The settlement peeked over the horizon at last deep into the afternoon. Miropo’s chest swelled with a deep breath. “Mmmmmm… Forgive me, but I think the first thing I’ll do is find a mare who isn’t busy and fuck her in twain.”

Temlock gave him a queer look. “And why’s that?”

“I’m not sure. Is there ever need for a reason? I think our night together has invigorated me. I’ve had my fill of stallion, now I’d like to return to the fairer sex.”

Temlock wasn’t offended. Truth was, he felt the same way. Lying in submission to a bigger, stronger man was a thrill, but now was time to return to his skills at fucking women. “Now that I think about it, I’ll do the same.” Temlock snickered. “Hopefully it isn’t too obvious what you and I did at the meadow. I don’t want them to-” Temlock came to a dead stop when he realized Miropo had. He turned and looked behind him to see the chief’s genial face plummet into a frown. “What?”

“The settlement,” Miropo said flatly. He pointed ahead. “Look. New tents.”

Temlock swung his head around to see. There they were, three or more tall and pointed structures outside of the settlement, separate, but not far away. Temlock’s heart chilled. “Those aren’t ours.”

“No. They’re not. Let’s go.” Miropo charged ahead with a head of steam, barreling past Temlock who followed promptly. They charged up the hill towards the northern tents where a mare noticed them and waved at them hurriedly. “Come on!” Miropo urged before accelerating towards her. Temlock hadn’t seen the chief run so hard and fast. He struggled to keep up. The two men met Ursula who had flagged them down. She was a blonde meal draft horse accompanied by two other women. “Is everything alright?” Miropo demanded. “Any trouble?”

Ursula shook her head. “No trouble, no trouble. But…” She glanced over both shoulders quickly before stepping up to the chief and hissing through her teeth. “Visitors. A passing herd come to make trade. They may have thought this a bachelorette herd.”

Temlock didn’t like the sound of that. Nor did Miropo who let out a bemused snort. “Alright,” he said calmly. “Take me to their tents.”

Ursula nodded. “Follow us.” The three mares shepherded Temlock and Miropo towards the visiting camp. Along the way Temlock noticed a dearth of mares in the settlement. It added to the unease which tugged at his gut. He dreaded what might await him in the visitors’ camp. He prayed the mares that he did not see in the settlement were there for whatever reason.

In fact, they were. Outside the visiting herd’s tents which spiked into the air with jet black canvas were most of Miropo’s mares mingling with their guests. They included dozens of visiting mares whom struck up amiable conversations with their attentive, if reluctant, hosts. Others were about the ground, on their knees in front of a trio of statuesque stallions brazen in their appearance. The Westir mares showed them a mixture of awe and suspicion, the former they usually reserved for Miropo. One mare saw the two men approaching and shouted Miropo’s name. That triggered a tidal wave of bare-breasted horses to come trampling over and introduce the chief to the new faces.

What they did not know was that the faces of these men were very, very familiar.

THE END