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For the Love of Horse Cock

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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This story is from Furry Guys Only and Simply Stallions and available here to read in full.

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“Hey there, slut.”

I shiver. I know him but I don’t know him, a meaty, brawny stud of a stallion with a bay coat and a dark black mane and tail, thick and roughly kept. There is no silken softness to any of them, not when I meet him for the first time in the gym or any time after that, a little rougher around the muzzle too than the guys that I usually dated or hung out with. Sometimes things went further than a date and sometimes things ended with a one-night stand, a romp to be remembered. But there is something different about him.

I asked him his name and he said that I didn’t need to know. He tossed his gym bag at me, standing, brushing off his shorts, still sweaty and musky. If he’d torn his shirt off right there and then, I would have yanked it to me, cradled it against my chest, shoved it right up over my muzzle and inhaled every last drop of his divinely musky essence that my greedy senses could possibly drink in.

Only, that’s not what happened. What happened was that a little black and white stud stallion, if that was what I’d thought of my lightly muscled build in the gym before meeting the beast to reckon with, followed him meekly, got into his car and let the stud drive him away. I knew when I had been beaten and the thickness of his cock slopped obviously from his sheath even as he drove.

Fuck, he is a monster… Back to the present moment, I almost cross my legs in fear of him, neighing shortly, eyes rolling, showing the whites. I shake my head slightly, but he only graces me with a heart-stopping smirk, eyeing me up like a fresh piece of meat to be devoured. The fact that I am a horse, of course, means that it’s his cock in my body that will devour me, whether he takes my mouth or my arse.

I don’t know which would be better. I don’t know if either would actually be worse in any way. My tail hole tightens and clenches before him as I grunt, though he takes my paw as he drives. There’s no saying “no” to him and, with the pound of my heart, I only want to do as he wishes, to obey, snorting, feeling up the massive length of his thickening shaft through his shorts. It’s so long that I swear it’s about to poke out the leg of his shorts, though maybe that would have not been the case if the stud had been wearing underwear. His thighs are as thick as tree trunks and I can’t resist a squeeze, feeling out the masculine, thick shape of him. Besides him, I might as well be scrawny.

“Oh, god…”

“Yeah, slut, that’s all for you.”

I shake in place, but we’re pulling up at what I suspect is his place, my body limply drawn from the car, a puppet being piloted to his will.

Into the house.

Up the stairs.

His lips on mine, tongue claiming my muzzle, sweeping around the interior like my tongue has never done before. He knows every part of me without me even inviting him in and it seems like no time at all before I am down on my knees and naked before him, an equally nude stud stallion who is bigger than me, more masculine than me, better than me in all ways.

Not to mention his dick…

There is nothing more succulent in the whole world than a fresh length of horse cock, a stud’s hand curling through my mane. I shudder there, but I know my little prick does not compare to a massive stud’s fat meat, even though we are both of the equine variety. My shaft tries to throb and harden, but I can’t pay it any attention as I reverently handle the real stallion’s shaft, the smooth skin behind the head calling my attention.

“Mmm… You like that, don’t you?”

I shudder.

“Yes, sir, I love your big dick.”

The words feel right and wrong coming from my lips at the same time, tail lashing the air, though all I feel is arousal, arousal to the extreme. I tenderly take the fat flare of his cock, thicker than mine already and he was not even fully engorged, between my lips, suckling and teasing, playing my tongue into the tip in the middle, though what I am really doing is seeking out every last sensitive spot that I can. I need to find everything, absolutely everything, to please him, to make him snort and stomp and whinny and blow a load, right in my muzzle.

But my lips cannot delve down over his cock just yet, oh no. No, there was sweeter delights to be savoured in the meaty length, too thick for me to encircle his prick with my finger and thumb. The bay stallion, whose name that I don’t know, must be a draft breed of some kind, but I can’t find it in myself to care as I nuzzle and lap down the smooth, taut length of his cock to the medial ring, marvelling at how many inches and laps that took me. I had thought that my cock was big enough, but, well… Who’d want a prick like mine when that tail hole destroying stud-fucker was around? No wonder I wasn’t getting any tail.

His cock was better though, so, so much better… All I want to do is to stay there, down on my knees forever, tugging gently at the medial ring with my lips, where the skin past it moves more freely over his length. The wrinkles there smooth out as I caress and tease, the fat head pulsing and drooling, though I catch what I can in my paw, smearing it over the head and the first few inches of his dick…for later.

The sheath calls my attention as much as the rest of his cock, for I cannot leave one part of him out when I am there to savour and seduce the stud stallion with every fibre of my being. My tongue dips sweetly inside, tasting his musk, that thick, masculine scent of him that screams stallion. I may be a stallion but there is no way in the world that I will ever be a stallion like him, never in a million years.

I don’t want to be either, for that would not allow me to kiss and lap my way back up his dick as he shudders above me, only to take his cock-tip into my maw. With a raunchy thrust of his hips, it pushes into the back of my throat and I grunt, my muzzle built for mouth-fucking. I am only there to suck cock, his cock, an object to be used and a hole to be filled. My tongue cradles the underside of his cock, but the weighty meat of him is too much for the fleshiness of that appendage to handle, even as I moan, letting the soft vibrations travel from my lips into his length. He shudders and I press on, slipping down, my nose kissing his sheath, though I can only draw back.

For in the love of his cock is my adoration of it too, allowing my lips to caress and massage every last inch of his sweetly delicious, divine succulent length like never before. I suck him down hungrily into my throat, letting the bulge rest there, right at the back, though I thank my lack of a gag reflex, not for the first time, as he slips down a little deeper.

“Mmph… What a skilled little whore cock-sucker you are.”

I shudder. Yes… Yes, that’s what I am. That’s all I need to be, reverently adoring horse dicks, day in and day out. I suckle him down, though I can still breathe, even as he pushes into my throat, holding my mane, fucking my mouth, fucking me as if my mouth is just a passing fancy to him, a hole to be filled.

I am only a hole to be filled. And I fucking love it.

There’s nowhere else that I’d rather be as I struggle to control and manage his thick length on my tongue, squeezing it up to the smooth, grey underside, though the pound of his medial ring even deeper makes my heart sing. Oh, how I want it, even more, though I hardly had the chance to worship the stud’s nuts too. That can be fixed, however, as he holds my head roughly in place by my mane, fucking my mouth, my paws finding his nuts and cradling them, teasing, massaging. There is nothing rough at all to be had in the touch of my paws and fingers around his balls, only reverence and worship, for even his balls massively surpass mine.

“Unff… Horny little slut…”

But he is horny too and I feel it in him, how the tenor of his hips increase, pace driving, the fleshy tip of his cock swelling as I moan around him. Yes, oh, yes, I need it, give it to your little suck-slut-stallion!

It pumps out, so fleshy and delicious, in my mouth and I manage one last squeeze of his nuts as he erupts in my mouth, grunting and groaning, the very best that a stud stallion has to offer. It drools down my throat, though blast after blast cannot help but be sent right where it belongs, my throat working, gulping, striving with all my might simply to take him down. I need it all, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste, but he keeps thrusting and fucking my muzzle as if he cannot stop for the passion of it all, ramming past my lips and driving deep. Cum spurts and dribbles out of the corners of my lips as I howl, my cries muffled, around his dick, wanting it all, feeling every throbbing pulse those virile nuts have to offer me.

More and more… I feel it slide down my throat, so slick and thick and creamy. I never want to stop drinking it down, his thrusts slowing, the taste of his musk hanging in the air around me, the scent tickling at my nostrils. My own dick has not softened and is as hard as ever, though it is not me that takes that pleasure from orgasm but him, the stud, the dominant stallion. I am only lucky to be allowed to get down on my knees before him, whimpering, submitting, serving.

I couldn’t imagine that I could ever want anything more as I kneel there, submitting to him, whimpering for him, the stud stallion towering over me. He doesn’t have to do anything at all to be simply as dominant as he wants to be, snorting and heaving with great, big puffs of breath. If I roll my eyes back, I can just about take in the scope of his glorious abs, though a few more years and it will be a muscle-gut, the stallion older than me. But that is just why he has so much bulk and heft and size to him, a stud who can be proud of the name, while I am a growing slut-stallion, more of a colt than a stallion. I don’t know if I’ll ever be as good or as strong as him, not in any way.

But I get to enjoy his thick, slippery cream pouring down my throat, breathing shortly and sharply through my nose as he drags my head dominantly all the way down. There is not a millimetre more cock left that he could possibly jam into my mouth as I huff and pant around him, tongue flickering and caressing, though even my attempts there in that regard fall short and weak against his muscled might. Every pulse of cum shooting down the length of his filly-making fuck meat sends me trembling, knowing that there is no way that I could ever hope to match up to him, let alone to ever be his better.

That is my only place in life, even as he pulls back to hose down my face and neck with his cream, dripping and drooling, so much of it slopping down that I can barely take it. Cum drips down my face, pouring over my eyelids, and I can hardly believe that he is still cumming, my nostrils quivering even as his cum paints them.

“Open wide, slut…”

He hooks his finger into the corner of my lips just to make sure that I do open up obediently for him, but, by that point, I am completely and utterly lost to the will of the stallion like I’ve never done in my lifetime. I moan for him, shuddering in place, hips rocking, my cock hard, so very hard, yet no one has anything to do with that. I catch what cum I can in my mouth, swallowing greedily, gulping it all down, snorting and heaving, my chest juddering with every heady snatch of much-needed breath.

I want it. I crave it. Yet there is nothing I can do to get it. I am at his whim and his will, no more than that.

He bears me back with a heady snort and I find myself upon his bed, the simple sheets rumpling under my back, though I don’t care about the discomfort. My cock splays out across my belly, woefully on show, as his flared cock-tip presses to my most intimate region, the pucker tucked up under my tail.

It’s all on show, everything exposed, my need rising, snorting, heaving, grunting. I need it even as the stud whose name I still don’t know grinds into me, deeper and deeper. My hole is spreading open around him before my mind even knows it, though the crash of pleasure alerts me, waves of lust swamping my form.

“Unff…” He grunts, powering in, not caring for any strain as he takes his pleasure. “So tight… Not quite the whore you…grr…pretend to be.”

I never thought I’d be on my back before him so swiftly, not when first meeting him, but my legs splay even more submissively for him, drinking in the sight of his form, all his muscles, the stud powering into me. He grunts and whinnies, smirking as he takes me, my legs hooked up and drawn further back towards my chest, all to allow him the best access possible. And it is me that feels every inch of his cock powering into my tight backside, slick with cum and saliva, though I would have taken him anyway. Where there is no choice, I rise to the occasion.

His snorts fill the room, but it is my dick that cannot help but rise. Thrust after thrust slams into my prostate, making me buck and whinny, though there is hardly any space for me to move into, mostly immobile in such a position. I grunt and he ignores it, though his ears twitching, mane spilling roughly down the brown arch of his neck, the need of him shuddering in powerful muscle. Sweat gleams on his body, dripping and soaking his coat, and I moan lustfully as I inhale it, greedily taking in the hot musk of him, all for my pleasure.

Every inch of his cock powers into me as if it is trying to make me intimately familiar with its divine right, grinding in harder and faster, deeper, my own shaft throbbing. My nuts ache and I let out an ear-splitting whinny in the heartbeat before orgasm takes me, balls overfilled, my body overstimulated, though there is nowhere else at all that I would rather be. My cock shoots my load over my stomach, a few shots reaching my chest, though my reach and volume are nowhere near as much as the stud ramming into me, taking me so brutally, so lustfully, so carnally.

I was never meant to match up to him. And that’s okay too.

He doesn’t stop, merely smirking as I unload, my dark length lying half-soft against my stomach, drooling, the viscousness of my cum making it cling to my black hide as if it is part of his prize in taking me. He needs me as he thrusts, my body a vessel for him, cum slick on my muzzle, still dripping, some drying where the layer is thinner.

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Thrust.

I moan, wanting it, reaching for him when I cannot cling.

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Thrust.

He slams in, hips bouncing off my glutes and the backs of my thighs, grunting with every stroke.

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Thrust.

His body, so masculine, dipping the sunshine of the gods… I’d do anything to touch it, to adore it, to worship the beast of a stallion until the end of my days.

He slams in, harder and faster, so close to his high, yet his masculine snort rumbles over me as he climaxes once again. His jiggling, fat nuts bounce off my arse with every stroke of his fuck-stick, meat slamming in, as deep as possible, not allowing a single bit of his reverent girth to go to waste. Yet it is all sealed inside my arse as he climaxes with a full-throated whinny, deeper than mine, though I should have already expected that.

Ropes of cum splash up into my backside, though, dimly, some part of me tells me that I should not be able to feel that, not really. I should not be that sensitive yet, with him, I am, sensing his load, how it swells into me, pumped deeper and deeper by the driving length of his cock. It is as if he is trying to force it up inside me all the more, snorting and grunting, his body overpowering mine in the very best of ways.

My hole squeezes around him, even though I should be relaxing, reminding him of his might and power, the “studliness” of him. Maybe that’s why he chose me, why, ultimately, I was the very best choice for him, ramming in, cramming every inch of his dick into my slutty hole. There’ll never be any way to tell, not even as I find myself before the dominant stud, night after night, letting him fuck me into mindless moan after moan.

“Nice and loose now…” He rumbles. “But not done yet.”

For he has more in store for me that I don’t even know about, snorting and pushing, stretching out my arse just a little more for his dick, all for his pleasure. My eyes roll, head falling back, barely able to hold my legs up anymore. I nicker throatily.

For the love of horse cock…I would have done it all again.