RotH - Chapter 1: The leader of the herd

"The life is hard in the savanna. The lead stallion constantly must fight off dangers for the herd. When predators have their eyes on the young foals or one of the weaker members, he needs to be on guard and protect them. Often this becomes very dangerous for him, but a good lead stallion is brave and faces any danger for his protected herd. But the hard work is rewarded when the mating season comes, and the mares get into heat. Then he gets rewarded and has the right to mate with them. They offer themselves to him..."

"Jack?!" the voice of the colt's mother echoed through the house. "Are you ready? Your cousin and her friends are here!"

Jack sighed and turned off the FurrVid video of the documentation about their feral ancestors. After they got the topic in school, Jack had been interested in the topic of sex, but the school had not been sufficient in the explanations.

With his 16 years, his internet access was still restricted and the only thing he could open, that at least showed a few shots from afar, were documentations about ferals. Jack Marsh was a Frisian horse with a pitch-black coat, just like his parents, and the same black mane. He also had black eyes, which had earned him the nickname "Kuro" in school.

Jack slipped his half erect member back into his pants and groaned from the unfulfilled desire. This would have been the last time he could take a wank for weeks. In the next 6 weeks he would be surrounded by his 10-year-old cousin Sophie, her school friend and the sister of said school friend.

"Did you hear me?!" the voice of his mother came from downstairs. "I heard you the first time already!" he replied and went to the bathroom to wash his hands before he grabbed his big backpack and climbed down the stairs.

Jack was an anthro horse. Other than their feral counterparts and like other anthro species, they developed intelligence, a common language and some other features like walking on two legs and hands. His legs still ended in hoofs, but there was a big difference between anthro species and the feral ancestors.

When Jack entered the hall, he put his backpack next to three others that leaned against the wall and looked at himself in the mirror. He wore a white-red checkered shirt, black half-long jeans and on his head he had a black cowboy hat. His hoofs were bare. Horses usually did not need to put on shoes.

He opened the door and had to fight for balance when a black and green bundle jumped into his stomach.

"Jack!" the girl shouted and hugged him around his middle. Jack smiled and caressed the black mane and the ears of the eager filly. She was a bit small for her age, at least for a Frisian horse, and in addition jack was more on the bigger side, which made the difference between them look more than 6 years.

The green eyes of his cousin, Sophie Peggins, sparkled up to him and she showed him a toothy smile. "You got a nice dress." He mentioned soft and smiled back. He knew how much his cousin loved to hear compliments from him and he had a soft side for her. The summer dress had a mint green color and covered most of her black furred body. The only sign that Sophie was not a pure Frisian was the white blaze on her nose.

"How have you been Sophie?" he asked and entered the room while the girl reluctantly let him go and allowed him to close the door behind him.

"Great! I got very high marks in all classes!" she explained him excited. "I know." He chuckled. "This is why we do this trip, right? As a reward for your good grades." The girl nodded.

A rustle of his mother made him look up. Next to her were other fillies, his father, his aunt and a mare that was surely the mother of the two strange foals.

"These are Abigale..." her aunt pointed with the open hand to the older stranger. He guessed her to mid thirty. A beautiful golden Haflinger mare with a white-blond mane and a white spot at her nose. Her eyes were of a deep blue and she smiled when their eyes met. Abigale was around the same hight as him.

"... Lyra..." now her aunt pointed at the older girl. She looked just like her mother, but she had no detectable markings. She was around two heads smaller than him, but this was nothing too surprising, because Haflingers were much smaller than Frisian horses.

"... and Maria Bellars." This time his aunt pointed at the youngest filly. Where the white spot for her mother was on the nose, she had a snowflake shaped white dot on her foreheat. It looked cute and he gave her a smile. She was a head smaller than his cousin.

"This is my nephew Jack Marsh, that I told you about." She introduced Jack and he reached out his hand to greet all of them. The small Marie was very shy and hid half behind her mother when she grabbed his hand. All Haflinger mares wore red summer dresses, that were in synch with his shirt.

"He looks like a strong and well-behaved boy." Abigale Bellars said to his aunt. "I have to admit that I was a bit nervous to let them both go on this trip, but when he is with them, I am sure they should not face any danger."

"I think so too. You can trust my son completely here." Replied his mother and he threw out his chest proud about the compliment. "He went camping a lot with my husband in his younger days and he knows the forest and mountains here well. And if he needs help with taming the energy of the younger girls, I am sure Lyra will be able to assist him, right?" the older filly nodded.

"How old are you?" she asked and he smiled. "I got 16 last month." "Oh, I thought you were older." She looked to the ground, seemingly embarrassed that she had not been able to suppress this comment.

"How about you?" he asked and waited for the girl to look up again. "I am 15 and my sister Marie is 9." She replied.

"Ninth grade or already tenth?" he asked. He just completed his ninth grade and would get into the tenth grade after the summer.

"I just finished my eighth and will be in ninth soon." He nodded and turned to Marie. "And you are a class mate of my cousin, if I understood right. So, you will get into 4th grade this summer?" he asked, and the girl nodded shy. "Nice to meet you." Laughed and showed them his charming smile.

They spend the next hour with a second breakfast and it was mainly the adults talking about the trip of their foals. Jack had to answer them questions if he packed the first aid and the tents and everything that they would need. He was prepared and took the checklist they ran him through as a routine. They had done the same every time, he had been camping with his father.

His father, Paul Marsh, was away for work and his mother planned to go on a vacation trip on her own with his aunt, her sister, and a few other mares.

The idea had come from Sophie, who begged her mother to visit Jack. The two foals always had been very close to each other like siblings, even though they saw each other only once or twice each year, because his aunt lived far in the west.

Apparently, his cousin talked about this at school and her best friend Marie asked to join in. To not push everything on Jack, a boy they knew nothing about, the parents of Marie sent her older sister with her to have a joyful vacation without the stiff adults.

"Do you have the satellite phone packed?" asked his mother and Jack answered with a nod and a mumbled yes, just like before.

"Satellite phone?" asked Mrs. Bellars. "Why do the mobile phones not suffice?" - "We are going into the mountains in the east. "Explained Jack." There are no mobile phone receivers up there. The only way to call someone in case of an emergency is either to run to one of the forester hoods that have a land line or a satellite phone." Mrs. Bellars nodded, and Jack could see that she felt a bit more reassured that he knew what he was doing.

"Will you have enough to eat for the whole time?" she asked. "No problem. I packed enough for one week and we can get the rest from the hoods. I know the foresters here quite well and there is also a town half way up the mountain.

It was already noon when they finally shouldered the backpacks and Jack bound one package of their rations on the backpack of Lyra and the other, much bigger one, on his backpack. The tents also were tied to the backpacks of the older kids before they set off to their journey. They would walk the two miles to the root of the mountain. The forest started a bit earlier already.

"Be careful and have fun!" his mother shouted after them and they turned around, waved to the adults, and then set off to their adventure.

Jack noticed that Mrs. Bellars still felt a bit uncertain about letting her girls go and especially Marie seemed to still be shy and the Haflinger filly stayed close to her sister. Sophie was a bundle of energy like always and on the way to the root of the mountain, she told Jack everything about the school year.

When they entered the forest and the first anxiousness of the girls fell off, Lyra started to partake in the conversation, asked Jack about their route of the day and even Marie got a bit out of her shell and ran next to Sophie, who started a conversation with her friend.

"Today we will only walk a few hours to a small hood where we can stay overnight. This will safe us the work of unpacking the tents. Tomorrow we will go the whole day and if we are fast, we will reach a special place high in the mountain in two days." He explained.

He had been there with his father every year and barely anyone knew about the small lake, with the perfect grassy place for the tents, the fire place and close enough to a small forester station to reach in one hour by foot to get rations if they would run out.

They reached the hood for the night a bit later than Jack expected. The girls were not as trained as he was and therefore he had to take a slower pace after a while to not exhaust them.

In the hood he helped the girls to inflate the air mattresses and prepare for the night. The girls took one side of the room and he took the other one. The fillies were so exhausted, that they directly fell asleep while Jack's mind drifted off to the documentation he had not been able to finish.

"The lead stallion protects the herd." He remembered. With the pictures of the video in his mind he fell asleep half an hour later.

The next days they advanced slower than Jack hoped. The girls got exhausted very fast and they had to take quite a few brakes. They barely made it to a lumber camp, where they could stay the night, the next day, but they had to camp outside at the other days, something that was very exciting for the girls.

If they would not have been so tired, Jack was sure they would have been up all night. He heard them giggle in their tent before he lay down to sleep. The only thing he was missing here was another boy to talk to in the evening. It got a bit lonely alone in his tent.

A few days later they finally arrived at the secret spot. The lake lay there silent and a small river entered from one side and exited on the other side to run further down.

"We will make camp here." Jack announced, and the girls cheered tired. They had been rather unhappy with running so much and called for a break a lot of times. Originally Jack had planned to stay here for a while and then maybe go further into the mountain, but seeing the completely exhausted girls, he would extend the stay to have them recover.

The boy helped the girls to build the tents, inflate the air mattresses and prepare the fire place. He used the same area he always used with his father in the past.

"We will get some rations tomorrow." The girls groaned at the promise that they had to run more the next day.

"Don't worry." He said and chuckled. "It is only a few miles away and if we depart in the morning, we should be back at noon. If we get us a lot, we do not have to restock anytime soon, and we can take a long break." Sophie smiled but Marie and Lyra sat next to each other and already dozed off.

The gathering of the food went much faster than he thought. Without all the luggage they carried around the other days, the way to the small forester camp was easier for the girls and even though they had as much to carry on the way back, it went downhill, and they were in high spirits.

They reached their camp before noon and the girls cheered on the promise to not have to walk for a long time again for at least a week or two. Jack explained them that they might take small trips through the wood, but without much luggage and they would return to the camp every day, which would make it much easier.

"This is our base for all the adventures." He explained. "But first I think you should all rest a bit."

The whole rest of the day, they stayed in the camp and Jack used the time to explain them a few of the rules in the mountains. He told them to be careful where to go and to never go alone. The girls listened to him with attention. They had seen how dangerous a misstep could be, when on their way back Lyra nearly slipped and fell down a slope. Jack had barely been able to safe her from the fall and pull her back on the path.

The next day, the girls were a bit rested and they decided to go swimming in the lake. The girls changed into their swim suits, while Jack changed into his trunks.

The swim suits of horses were much different than the ones Jack had seen on other species like foxes or wolfs. Because their utters and teats were very low, they did not need to cover their whole upper body but just had a suit that went up to their belly. Jack had seen his cousin in a swim suit before, but at his school there were only a few horse mares and therefore he did not have much opportunity to watch a girl his age in a swim suit.

After half an hour he retreated to the land and just watched the girls play in the water. Where the fortified material of the swim suits for his cousin and her school mate did only show a faint bulge where their utters were, Lyra showed a bigger bulgy and Jack had to look away a few times to not imagine the girl naked. He was a growing boy after all.

The days went by and they started to do small adventures together. Jack taught them all about the forest, the feral animals living here and how to tell the tracks apart. They saw a few tracks of deer and smaller animals. Jack comforted them that there were no big animals like bears or boars in this part of the forest.

They did not meet many others. Once, when they had walked for hours up the mountain, they met a forester that shared a few words with them, but other than that they were alone.

The shyness of the girls slowly wore off and they talked and laughed with Jack like they knew each other for a long time already. The little girls always bounced around him and he had some nice conversations with Lyra.

The last day Jack noticed, that Lyra seemed a bit off. She was exhausted quite fast and she seemed to not feel well. He led them back earlier and had them rest. When he tried to ask if everything was alright, the girl blocked and just showed him a forced smile and told him that she was just tired, but Jack was concerned and did not let her out of his eyes for the rest of the day.

It was still early in the night, but the girls slept already. He could hear their breath from the tent next to his when he set out to go a bit into the bushes to follow a natures call. Because it was warm, he only wore his underwear. There was no one except for the girls out here and they were fast asleep anyways.

After he relieved himself, he wanted to return, but a movement and a rustle made him perk his ears. He saw a figure approaching him and he was about to call out to the one, who was most likely Lyra from the big shadow, but then he stopped when he realized he was in his undies.

Jack crouched behind a bush and just watched the girl. She wore a light night dress and stopped just before his bush, looked around and then crouched and lifted her dress.

There was only a bit of light from the moon and the stars, but Jack still saw that she was naked under the dress. She started to take a leak right there, a few meters away from him, without knowing that the boy was watching her.

Jack could not avoid rubbing over his penis, which popped out of his underwear and began to grow. His lip curled up and he took in the scent of the girl's pee. For some reason it made his arousal even stronger.

Jack had never seen a girl naked, except for his cousin when they both had been much younger. What he could see from the pussy of Lyra was, that her lips were slightly swollen and even after her stream subsided, the lips still winked and some liquid dripped out between them.

"The lead stallion protects the herd..." Jack suddenly remembered the documentation and the pictures of the feral horses got into his mind. He had seen the same winking from them. "... mating season..." he connected the dots. Lyra had gone into heat. This explained why she had been so off the last day. Jack heard in school, that heat was something that could be hard to bear for some girls.

He did not have a sister, so he never much had to do with girls in heat. Girls got into heat for the first time between the age of 6 and 8 usually. Some of them stayed home, others just did not partake in the physical classes, but from the documentations and his biology classes he knew at least the gist of what heat was. It was an indicator for the mating seasons for ferals.

Jack did not even notice that he stepped out of the bush on all fours, still holding his cock, before he was right behind the girl. The girls seemed to not have noticed him because she just groaned and had one finger in her own pussy, concerned only about herself. Suddenly the pussy was just a few inches away from Jacks' nostrils that curled up again and inspected the scent.

The scent was strong and intoxicating, clouding his mind and pulling him closer. He wondered how it would taste and he did not worry about anything but just inched closer.

The moment his tongue hit the pussy lips and licked off a bit of the liquid moaning, the girl yipped in surprise and jumped forward. By instinct Jack took hold of her legs with both his hands and the girl barely could soften the crash with her hands, now crouching on all fours.

Jack saw the image of the feral horses in front of him and Lyra just now looked quite the same. He saw her utters swing slightly below her pussy, the pussy winking and leaking more of the girl juices and glistering in the faint light of the moon.

The scent overpowered the senses of Jack and he moved as if he was led by strings. Before the girl could do anything else, he already moved his big black body over her golden furred hind and back and felt her fur brushing over his belly fur.

The girl gasped and took a deep breath but like he knew what was coming, Jack took one hand and pressed it on her muzzle. He noticed just a few seconds later, that it had been the hand he held his underwear with and he had pressed it hard on her nostrils that took in the scent of his underwear with deep inhales.

"The lead stallion protects the herd..." he whispered, remembering the video. "... and has the right to mate with them." His dick poked at her hot folds that still winked and gripped his tip.

The girl moaned together with him from the stimulation her winking lips caused them. He saw the image of the stallion in the video in front of him, how he bit the neck of the mare to hold her in place and then pushed.

A groan under him, the feeling of something ripping and giving way to his big penis and a sensation of a tight, hot and wet embrace around his member made him realize that he also pushed forward. His teeth were in the neck of Lyra and his free hand placed on her hand, locking it in place.

He moaned loud, which was muffled by the neck he bit into, and enjoyed the hot grip around his member. He had never felt this good before with just his hands. His dong only went up to the ridge in the middle before he stopped with swaying balls.

Jack pulled back and ran his rod through her tunnel. The girl groaned again but he moaned and stopped just before he slipped out to ram himself into her again with increased pressure. He felt the ridge of his penis pass the wet lips and move a bit inside, making his penis explore deeper into the girl's tunnel.

He continued the movement a few times and each push his penis advanced a bit deeper while the groans of the girls slowly turned into faint moans. Her struggles got weaker and Jack felt her breath hard against his hand. Her nostrils were wide open, sucking in the air with strong inhales as if she longed to get more of his scent from the underwear into her lungs. Her blue eyes were wide open and sparkled in the light of the stars.

Jack increased the pace and the huffs and moans of the girl got stronger. He was nearly completely in, running his ridge along the insides of her tunnel and making her squeal in pleasure every time, when he hit a barrier at the end. He remembered vaguely that there was something called a cervix before the womb of a girl, even though he did not remember much more because he had not paid attention to this detail in classes. But even though he knocked against a wall, he was sure that he could go further inside, and his pushes became harder and made the girl groan again.

Jack did not regard the sounds around him. The slurping sound of her pussy gripping hard around his member, the groans and huffs of the girl, his own moans, the soft slapping sound of his balls, when the swung forward every time he changed the push into a pull and even less the slight rustling of the trees and the mumbling of the water nearby.

His mind only concentrated on the tight, hot and wet feeling around his sensitive member and the instinct to push deeper into the mare in heat beneath him. Slowly exhaustion gripped the girl and he first thought that she started to relax but after half a minute he realized that she relaxed and gripped at him in a rhythm. His ridge, that rubbed her G-Spot, brought the golden mare in heat to orgasm and the spasms, that loosened her up, made her cervix relax and open a bit.

Jack exploited the smallest weakness of her cervix and in barely one minute he managed to finally break through the cervix and enter her most sacred chamber. He was not able to hold the feeling in and while he felt his penis hilting inside her and the tip flaring in her fertile womb, he let go of her neck, threw his head in the air and neighed loud while the girl under him, still twitching, moaned husky and her inhales with the wide open nostrils were nearly as loud as her moans.

The balls of Jack contracted, and his member throbbed, gushing gallons of potent seed into her fertile womb. His flared dick sealed the cervix and he collapsed on top or her, putting his head next to hears, and moaned satisfied while more of his seed seeped into the girl.

"This was awesome." He whispered, and his own exhaustion was audible from his huffs. "We have to do this again later." Lyra did not answer. Her breath became weaker and she slowly gave in to her exhaustion with her legs starting to shiver. Jack just rolled to the side, still deep inside her, and lay down on the forest floor. It was a warm night and his body was hot and so he did not care about a cover or going back to the tent. He just held the girl in his embrace and roamed with his hands over her body and utters while the girl slowly drifted off to sleep with him still deep in her womb.

"You are mine now." He whispered, before he also closed his eyes, his head softly caressed against hers and his black body wrapped around her golden. His underwear still was wrapped over her nose and sent his scent into her nostrils every time she inhaled in her sleep. Jack grunted a few times before he finally drifted off to a nice dream himself. He did not notice when his member shrunk and slipped out of the overfilled girl, that even had a small bulge at her stomach which now emptied, and how his spunk trickled out of her wet and hot vagina with a bit of blood from her defloration. He lay there, with the girl in his arms and a smile on his face, until the morning woke him up with a single ray of sunlight directly shining into his eyes.