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March 1966

Sienna Wells stepped through the front door of Thrift Drug and quickly spotted Chet Paxton waiting in one of the three booths situated across from the small lunch counter. The two horses had known each other for about six years. Sienna and Chet were once college classmates, now fellow actors and occasional lovers.

The mare considered herself a modern, liberated 1960s woman. Even so, Sienna had to admit that she preferred when the male made the first move when it came to sex. So she was pleasantly surprised and eagerly accepted when Chet telephoned and suggested that they meet for lunch. It had been a week since the two equines last got together like this. Chances were good that they might end up sharing a bed before this afternoon came to a close.

Sienna slid into the booth across from the Arabian stallion. The two were immediately beset upon by the establishment's lone waitress who supplied them with menus and glasses of ice water. Conversation was delayed briefly while the couple pondered their menu choices. Chet finally decided on a BLT sandwich with extra mayo while Sienna opted simply for a cup of coffee.

The waitress filled their coffee cups, then finally left the equines to themselves. She handed Chet's sandwich order to the cook at the griddle then went to check up on the only other customer, a squirrel who occupied one of the six stools at the counter.

Turning to her companion, Sienna inquired, “So, how's the play going?"

“Not so good, to be honest," the stallion replied. “Our opening was really strong, but lately our box office numbers are way down. I would be amazed if we are still open two weeks from now."

“Damn! Sorry to hear that."

“Ah, well," Chet said with resignation, “that's show business."

“I know it," said the mare, “but it still sucks being unemployed."

“So, how's it going with you?" asked Chet. “Still waitressing?"

“Yeah, still waitressing. I've got some feelers out, but nothing promising," Sienna replied.

“Are you going to work summer theater again this year?"

“I guess," Sienna sighed, “but the pay is worse than my current job. I'd like to be able to put some real food on the table, you know?"

“Maybe you can make a deal and stay at the diner part-time," Chet suggested, “and that'll give you the chance to make some contacts while working summer productions. Besides, even summer theater looks better on your resumé than waitressing."

“True. I'll see what Steve thinks about me going part-time. He's actually a pretty decent boss."

“That's the spirit," said Chet. He leaned across the table and lowered his voice confidentially, “Don't tell anybody, but I might have a line on a new play that's supposed to open next year. It's a musical called 'The Waiter' and I know somebody who knows the writer. If he gets it produced, I've got a good shot at a part. I might be able to get you in too."

Sienna's face lit up. “Oh, hey! That sounds great! Chet and Sienna on-stage! Together again!"

Chet held up a hand, “Well don't get your hopes too high. It hasn't gotten a green light yet. The script isn't even finished yet."

Sienna worked to rein in her enthusiasm. “I know, I know," she said, “but this is the best news I've had all week." The mare winked slyly at the stallion seated across from her. “Maybe we ought to go back to my place and celebrate."

The Arabian coughed into his hand. “Yeah, about that… There's something I wanted to talk to you about."

A look of worry flashed across Sienna's face. “What about? You didn't knock up some other mare did you?"

“No, no, it's not like that," said Chet. The stallion took a deep breath. “I've uh… I discovered that I'm bisexual."

Now it was Sienna's turn to lean across the table. “You mean you're doing it with guys?"

Chet nodded. “Yeah, but I mean I still like girls too. I still like having sex with you." The Morgan sat across from him, tongue-tied, so Chet went on. “I guess I've always kind of liked looking at the other guys in the dressing room. I just never had the confidence to do anything about it. Anyway, do you remember me telling you about Arthur?" Wordlessly, Sienna nodded. Chet continued, “Well a few weeks ago he noticed me looking at him. I guess it was pretty obvious that I was staring. He invited me back to his apartment after the performance and, well…"

“So, you had sex."

“We had sex."

Silence fell between the two horses as Sienna processed this revelation. After a few moments, the girl leaned back in her seat. “Look, maybe this is none of my business, but did you mount him or…"

“Both," Chet admitted, sheepishly.

“Oh, God!" Sienna clapped a hand over her mouth.

“And it is your business," Chet asserted. “You and I have been sleeping together for two years now. You deserve to know. That's why I told you."

“Wait a minute. You said you went to his apartment a few weeks ago, right? And you mounted him?"

“Yeah…"

The mare's ears flattened and an angry look crossed her face. “You didn't tell me that before I sucked your dick last weekend."

The squirrel at the lunch counter turned to look over his shoulder at the equine couple.

Chet blinked in surprise. Sienna's reaction was one he'd never anticipated. “It was clean," the Arabian said defensively. “I do bathe every day, you know. I wash right after he and I, uh…"

Sienna shook her head. “I'm sorry. I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around this." She stood, fished a dollar out of her handbag and dropped the bill on the table. “That's for my coffee."

“Sienna, please…"

The mare held up a hand to silence whatever the stallion was about to say. “I just need to be alone for a while."

“Will you call me?" Chet pleaded.

“Yes."

“Promise me that you'll call."

The anger faded from Sienna's voice. “I promise. Just give me a day or two."

• + +

Sienna stood at her apartment's kitchen counter with a half-gallon container of Neapolitan ice cream in front of her and a spoon in her hand. She was wrestling with the new-found knowledge about Chet's sexuality. How could she have known him all these years and never suspected? But then, Chet admitted that he'd only recently figured it out himself.

The mare sighed. It would all be easier if Chet wasn't so damned good in bed. She'd had a few other partners (all of the opposite sex) but Chet was a dancer and his skills put him head and shoulders above the rest. She wondered if Arthur could see that quality in him too. Could she give that all up just because Chet spent an occasional night with another male?

Sienna took a last lick of ice cream and dropped her spoon in the sink. She put the remaining ice cream back in the freezer and grabbed a fistful of change from atop the dresser in her bedroom. After a quick trot to the news stand across the street, Sienna returned to her apartment with a copy of the daily newspaper. She dropped the paper on her dining table and opened it to the theater listings. There was a matinée performance of Chet and Arthur's play scheduled for tomorrow.

• + +

Sienna purposely arrived at the theater a few minutes after the scheduled showtime. The audience was sparse making it easy for the mare to find a seat in the back row where it was unlikely that Chet would see her. She planned to make her exit as soon as the play concluded, before the cast came out for their curtain call and the house lights went up.

In the darkness, the Morgan couldn't read the program she'd been handed. Still, it was easy enough to identify Arthur. He and Chet were the only equines in the cast. Arthur's hair was jet-black with a sheen that practically made him glow under the stage lights. His costumes didn't reveal any sign of another color. Not a blaze on his face or chest, nor “socks" above his hooves. The long flowing locks of his mane and tail were wavy. Sienna didn't know if that was was the work of the production company's hair stylist or if it was natural for his breed (Friesian, Chet told her once). Arthur was certainly attractive, about the same height but a tad bit more muscular than Chet.

Despite Chet's enthusiasm for the play, Sienna felt that it was mediocre at best. The cast gave it their all, but there was no way they could rescue the sub-par script. Chet's prediction about the play's impending demise seemed to be on target.

With her attention to the plot fading away, Sienna found her mind wandering to fantasies about Chet. This was a drama, not a musical, but even without dancing, the way his body moved aroused the female. Soon, a pure black stallion encroached on those fantasies. In her mind, Sienna could picture the two stallions naked, limbs entwined as they lay in bed together, the Arabian's dun coloration contrasting with the coal black of the Friesian. She wondered if Arthur's penis was as black as the rest of him and if it was as large as Chet's.

Chet hadn't told her if Arthur was bisexual like himself or strictly a homosexual. Granted, she hadn't asked Chet or given him time to offer up that information. She wondered if Arthur might be interested in taking a mare like her for a ride and, if so, how good it might feel to have him inside her. With no other patrons seated around her, Sienna allowed her hand to travel up her thigh and under her skirt.

• + +

Later that evening, Sienna picked up the telephone and dialed Chet's number. The stallion answered on the third ring.

“Hello."

“Hey, it's me," said the mare.

The relief in Chet's voice was easy to detect. “Hey, I'm glad to hear from you."

“I was at the show this afternoon."

“You were? What did you think?"

“I thought you were really good," said Sienna, truthfully.

“Aw, thanks."

“Arthur was really good too."

“Oh…"

There was an extended pause. Finally Sienna went on. “So he's really good-looking. I can understand why you might want to sleep with him."

“Yeah, he is," said Chet. “But you know I think you're really good-looking too. I'd still like to sleep with you."

“I've been thinking about that," said the mare.

“I had a feeling you weren't just calling to talk about the play. What did you decide?" Chet asked hopefully.

“I'm willing to sleep with you again." Even over the phone, Sienna could hear the stallion exhale the deep breath he'd been holding. “I have just one condition."

“Whatever you want."

“I want to watch you and Arthur," Sienna demanded, “and I don't mean on-stage."

The female could hear a fit of coughing explode from the other end of the line. Chet finally composed himself. “Uh, wow… I mean I'm not sure how Arthur would feel about that."

“You won't know until you ask. I'm serious about this, Chet."

“Yeah, I can tell that you are. Okay, I'll ask him."

“One more thing," Sienna added, “does he like girls too or just boys?"

“I don't know. I never asked."

“It sounds like you have two questions for him then," said the mare.

“Alright, I'll find out. Can I call you back tomorrow night?"

“I'm working at the diner tomorrow night," Sienna informed her friend. “Make it the day after."

“Okay. I'll talk to you then."

“I'll be here. Bye, Chet."

“Bye."

• + +

Even though Chet's current stage role didn't involve dancing, the Arabian made it a point to work out at the dance studio at least twice a week in order to remain limber. He had high hopes about the musical that he'd spoken to Sienna about and he wanted to be ready to audition when the casting call went out. Arthur joined him this morning. Neither male bothered to hide the glances they threw at each other in the studio's large mirrors.

After a good hour of exercise, Chet offered to drive Arthur home. In exchange, Arthur invited his friend in for a shower and a massage. Chet was lucky enough to secure a parking space only a couple of doors down from Arthur's building. Once inside the small apartment, Arthur moved immediately to get the water running in the shower while the Arabian paused in the bedroom to undress. Chet stepped into the tiny bathroom and found the nude Friesian straddling the edge of his tub. He held one hand under the running water while adjusting the faucet handle with the other.

“I hope this isn't too hot for you," Arthur said. He twisted the diverter handle and water began spilling from the shower head.

Chet grinned. “Do you mean the hot water or the hot stallion?"

“Come on in here and try both," Arthur said as he swung his second hoof into the tub.

Chet joined his host and pulled the shower curtain around them while Arthur stood under the spray to wet himself down. Soaked to the skin, the Friesian stallion looked gorgeous. His short black hair clung to the skin of his torso, accentuating the muscles beneath. The two males switched places and Chet picked up a bar of soap.

The Arabian began to lather up his companion's chest. “So," he said as he worked, “You remember me telling you about Sienna?"

“Yeah," said Arthur, “what about her?"

“I told her that you and I were having sex." Chet put the soap back in its place and used his fingers to work the suds down Arthur's torso.

“How did she take that news?" asked the Friesian. He let out a low grunt of pleasure as Chet's soapy hand lathered his semi-erect penis.

“She was a little weirded-out by it," Chet replied. The boys switched places again so Arthur could rinse while he attended to Chet's body.

“Does that mean she won't let you fuck her any more?" Arthur asked as he took his turn rubbing the bar of soap into the Arabian's tan chest.

“She had me worried for a bit that it was all over," Chet replied.

Arthur set the soap back in its dish while he worked the lather further down Chet's body. “Had you worried? Past tense?" Chet nodded. “Okay, this is starting to sound like a better outcome," said the Friesian.

“Yeah," said Chet, “but she wants something and it involves you."

“And just what might that be?" Arthur asked as he spread suds around the base of Chet's cock, then under the other stallion's balls.

“Uhhnnn," Chet moaned. “Mmm, she wants to watch us in bed."

Arthur's hand stopped as he processed that statement. “Is that so?" he said at last. “Kinky little mare, isn't she?"

“Will you do it?"

“Yeah, I don't see any harm if all she wants to do is watch," said Arthur. He resumed his washing duties, stroking Chet's growing hard-on with a soapy hand. “When?"

“How about Thursday afternoon, say one o'clock? My place? I know Sienna has that day off."

“Alright, that works for me."

“Thanks, Arthur. I really owe you for this."

“Oh, I know it," said the Friesian, “and I think I'll collect right now." Arthur reached for the bar of soap. “Turn around and lift that tail," he commanded.

• + +

That Thursday, Chet opened his apartment door to find a flaxen chestnut mare waiting in the hall. “Come on in, Sienna," he said. “Can I get you something to drink? Iced tea? Beer? Something stronger?"

“Iced tea sounds nice," said the female as she followed her host into his tiny kitchenette. “It looks like Arthur isn't here yet."

“Arthur doesn't have a car, so he's dependent on city bus schedules," Chet explained as he poured Sienna's tea, “but he should be here any minute. He's eager to meet you. Let's go sit out on the couch while we wait."

The two friends had been engaged in small talk for about ten minutes when a knock came at the door. Chet got up to let the Friesian stallion in and made introductions.

Arthur gave Sienna a friendly hug. “It's nice to meet you at last," he told the mare. “Chet has been telling me all about you. He says you starred together in Brigadoon."

“Yeah, back in college" said Sienna. “We've been close ever since. We worked some summer theater together the past two years."

“Why don't you two sit on the couch?" Chet suggested. I'll grab a chair from the kitchen and we can chat for a bit. Arthur, do you want anything to drink? Sienna, a refill on your tea?"

The two guests declined the offered drinks and sat side by side on the sofa. Chet brought one of his two mismatched dining chairs into the living room and straddled it in reverse, his forearms resting on the chair's back support.

For a while, the trio chatted about the theater business. They traded stories about shows they'd been cast in and the other actors and directors they'd worked with.

Eventually, the conversation shifted toward more personal topics. Arthur turned to Sienna. “Chet says you wanted to know if I only liked guys or if I was bisexual like him."

“Yeah, well, I was just curious," said Sienna.

“Maybe curious about whether or not I would do you?"

The mare wasn't fazed at all by the Friesian's straightforward question. “Well, I have to admit that the thought crossed my mind."

“So here's the deal," said Arthur, “females don't turn me on in the slightest. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't give you a poke if we were together. Just don't get your hopes up. We'll have to know each other a lot better before that happens."

“Alright," said Sienna, “I respect that. If it happens, it happens. I won't push."

“I'm glad you understand," said Arthur. “Just one more thing. No matter what happens, keep that cootchie away from my muzzle. I don't want to see it up close and I sure as hell don't want to smell it."

Chet snorted and held a hand over his own muzzle to suppress his laughter. He looked over at the Morgan, who was scowling at him. “Don't worry Sienna," he said, “I'll still go down on you."

“You better!" insisted the female.

“That suits me," said Arthur. “Now, we all know the ground rules and we all know why Sienna is here. Chet, are you ready to give her a show?"

“Yeah," said the Arabian stallion. He stood, picked up the chair he'd been sitting on, and said to Sienna, “I'll bring this along so you have a place to sit." He followed Arthur into the bedroom and placed the chair in a corner.

Sienna made herself comfortable and turned her attention to the two males. Chet and Arthur embraced, pressing their muzzles together in a kiss that rapidly grew more passionate. The stallions ground their bodies together, their hands eagerly exploring each other. Before long, Chet stripped the shirt from his lover and Arthur returned the favor.

The mare was enjoying the opening act of this play. Two shirtless and physically fit males made for some sweet eye candy. It promised to get even sweeter as Chet reached between their bodies to undo Arthur's belt and unzip the front of the Friesian's pants. Chet's hands moved around his partner's waist to make quick work of Arthur's tail straps. He then pushed the other male's pants and briefs down in a single quick motion.

Sienna couldn't take her eyes off of the nude male standing only a few feet from her. As she suspected, his hair was pure black from head to hoof, without the slightest hint of any other color. As she imagined, the skin of his penis was also coal black. Now free of its confinement, that shaft swelled rapidly as Chet reached down to stroke it.

Arthur snorted with pleasure in response to Chet's handwork. He put his own hands to use, combing through the dun Arabian's black mane, stroking down his back and squeezing Chet's firm buttocks. In anticipation of the trio's planned activities, Chet wasn't wearing a belt or underwear and he'd left his tail strap unbuttoned. So when Arthur reached between them to undo the Arabian's button and zipper, Chet's jeans fell to the floor immediately, leaving him completely exposed.

Sienna had seen Chet unclothed numerous times over the years since they first made love. But seeing him like this, nude and in the arms of another male was a whole different experience. The two stallions huffed and snorted as they ground their cocks together. Both were fully erect now and a film of precum slickened the point of contact between Chet's pink-and-black mottled tool and Arthur's jet-black one.

The thick aroma of male musk filled the air and helped stoke the hot flame of Sienna's arousal. The mare rose from her seat and pushed her own jeans down to her hooves. Without taking her eyes from the males, she kicked the garment aside. Her cotton panties were already soaked with feminine fluids and they too joined the growing pile of clothing on the bedroom floor.

Chet urged his partner to sit on the bed. Arthur willingly complied and spread his legs wide as the Arabian standing before him dropped to his knees and leaned forward. Chet nuzzled his way up the Friesian's shaft with soft, flexible lips. Saliva mixed with pre dripped down the tightly stretched black skin and glinted in the sunlight coming through the bedroom window. A rumble of pleasure rose from Arthur's throat as Chet's lips fluttered across the blunt tip of his cock.

Sienna leaned back in her seat. Her fingers lightly caressed her outer lips while she focused on the horseplay taking place in front of her. Arthur, who had been looking down at Chet up to this point, now lifted his gaze and made eye contact with the female observer. He gave Sienna a wink, then closed his eyes.

Chet opened his mouth to take Arthur's penis between his lips. A look of bliss spread across Arthur's face. His head lolled backwards as his member slipped deep into the warmth of the dun stallion's maw. Chet was relatively new to male/male lovemaking, but he already had a knack for giving good blowjobs. His head bobbed over Arthur's length in long, deliberate strokes. Sometimes he stopped, working only with his tongue along the underside of Arthur's cock or swirling it around the Friesian's swollen glans.

Arthur's breath came in a series of short, sharp snorts. His leg muscles tightened, lifting his pelvis off the mattress. He wrapped a hand around the back of Chet's neck and thrusted deep into the other stallion's muzzle as he ejaculated.

Chet swallowed hard as Arthur's semen erupted into the back of his throat. He nearly choked but quickly recovered and drank deeply from the warm fountain of his lover's seed. Arthur eased his grip on the back of the Arabian's neck, finally allowing Chet to relax as the force of his orgasm diminished.

Chet leaned away from the male seated in front of him and licked a few last drips of cum from the tip of Arthur's cock. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before looking over his shoulder to smile at Sienna. “I figured out why you like doing that so much," he told the mare.

Arthur tapped Chet on the shoulder. “Is she any good at it?" he asked, gesturing toward the Morgan.

“Hell, yeah! She's the best."

Sienna, who had stopped masturbating during this exchange, playfully added, “I taught Chet everything he knows."

“Well, girl," Arthur said, “maybe you can do me sometime, if you're willing."

“I'd be willing," said Sienna, “but we'll have to know each other a lot better."

Reminded of his own earlier comment, Arthur sighed, “Touché, darling. I get the message."

“Hey," Chet interjected, “I'd have to say that after today, the two of you are going to know each other pretty damned well."

“Good point," said Arthur. “Now let's show her what else I can do." He picked up a tub of vegetable shortening that Chet thoughtfully placed on the nightstand before his guests arrived.

The Arabian rose to his feet and stood in front of the black-haired stallion. Arthur dug his fingers into the white oily paste and slathered it over the other male's erect penis. Satisfied that his lover was well coated with lube, he reached back under his own tail with more for good measure. He wiped his hand on a towel that had been thrown across the bedspread.

“Want to do it standing this time?" Chet asked.

“Sounds good to me," Arthur replied. He turned to face the bed and leaned forward to brace his hands on the footboard.

Chet stepped up behind Arthur and pressed the end of his cock to the thick ring of muscle under the Friesian's tail.

“Easy," said Arthur. “Easy, that's uhhhhh… Oh, that's it," he gasped with pleasure as the other stallion's shaft penetrated him.

“Mmm, yeah," Chet breathed as he slowly slipped further into the heat of his lover's body. He began moving with deep, rhythmic thrusts.

Sienna watched, mesmerized by the two stallions dancing in front of her. Her hand returned to her pussy and she slipped a finger inside, thrusting in time with the males' movements.

Chet gripped Arthur's waist with his right hand. His left reached out to take hold of the Friesian's long, curly mane. He gave a firm yank and felt Arthur's sphincter clench around him in response.

Sienna inserted a second finger into her love canal and applied extra pressure to her labia with the palm of her hand. Those lips, swollen and slick with female juices, rubbed pleasurably against her clit as she rocked her fingers in and out. She watched Chet's leg muscles, strong and hard from years of dancing, alternately contract and relax as he pumped into Arthur's behind.

Arthur's mouth hung open and a soft “oh!" escaped his lips each time Chet bottomed out inside him. Each of those moans was a testament to the pleasure Arthur took from this act. His penis, now partially deflated, swung forward and back between his legs in time with Chet's thrusts, occasionally flinging off drips of the semen that continued to leak from its tip.

The tempo of his movements picked up as Chet neared his climax. His body was lathered in sweat from the exertion, darkening the tan areas of his coat to a shade of brown. His breaths came sharply and his chest grew tight as he finally passed the point of no return. With a final hard thrust and a loud grunt, Chet yanked back on Arthur's mane, pulling the Friesian fully upright. With his cock buried as deeply as possible into Arthur's hot rear passage, Chet wrapped his right arm around the other stallion's chest, pulling him tight. His fingers clutched as he came, digging his hoof-like fingernails into Arthur's muscular torso.

Sienna's fingers plunged rapidly in and out of her vagina as she desperately sought her own release. It finally came and the mare cried out a loud whinny as the orgasm she needed so badly overloaded her senses.

Chet relaxed the grip he had on Arthur's torso and let go of the Friesian's mane. Arthur leaned forward to rest his hands once again on the bed's footboard. He looked over to Sienna who was breathing deeply and running her fingers absently through the flaxen hair of her own mane.

Arthur addressed the owner of the penis that still occupied his rear passage. “You doing okay back there, Chet?"

“Yeah," answered the Arabian. “Do me a favor and hand me that towel, will you?"

Arthur complied with the request and looked back to Sienna. “This boy cums a gallon, I swear," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Chet.

“Oh, don't I know it?" chuckled Sienna.

Chet eased his softening member from Arthur's behind, catching a small flood of equine jizz with the towel. “No more than you," the Arabian pointed out. He gave the backs of Arthur's thighs a courtesy wipe before turning his attention to his own penis.

“Go get yourself cleaned up properly," Arthur told his lover. “I'll use the bathroom next."

“I'll be just a minute," said Chet as he stepped out of the room, still holding the towel in a position to catch any final drips.

Arthur turned his attention back to Sienna. “I hope you enjoyed the show," he said to the female. “Was it worth the price of admission?"

The Morgan sighed deeply. “Every penny," she said with a smile.