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Two kindred souls tend to meet at varied times, as did Valerie and she meeting a black horse by the name of Morgan. Their meeting made an instant bond, she wishing to be always near him, as he wished for her to be as one of his many mares.

That very night as each slept, both had the same or similar a dream. Morgan had his dream of Valerie coming to visit his stall and there she tried with remarkable ease to entice the stallion of him to showing her his masculine wares.

Valerie too had a restless night of wild dreams, as nothing like she ever experienced during her twenty-some years of life. Her wish was to feel the massive male organ of a stallion pressed inside her body, she having sexual pleasuring by the very thing she would wish, if possible to become for a stud as his mare.

Dreaming, Valerie saw herself walk into the large stall of the stallion. She kneeling down sat on her heels waiting for the stallion to take some interest in her. She had not long to wait, as being a kindred spirit, the stallion strolled over to take a standing beside Valerie. In her dream, she began watching as from a few feet behind her own back, seeing how she would reach up and begin to fondle the many folds of skin making up a large leathery sheath of this black stallion.

Perspiring from the encounter, her scent began to urge the stallion to get into the idea Valerie had and wanted from him. His sheath quivered, the first bulging sign came as the flattened end of what was his might male shaft peeked past the outer rim of his sheath. Shaking hands felt of this flaccid but stiffening hunk of male horse meat. She wide eyed, sat shivering with wild anticipation for what she hoped would culminate in him giving her a wild night of wondrous pleasuring. Even as she tried her best to remain calm and still be alluring, Valerie had secondary thoughts about what she planned and or wished would happen.

Aroused out from the black sheath, the lengthening organ becoming so long and with such girth the weird thought of having it somehow inside of her seemed a woeful waste of time and energy. However, in her dream she continued to then stroking the elongated shaft, giving a finger plucking to the anterior end with its puckered rounded hole that spewed either urine or semen.

A grumbling orgasm raked through her, as Valerie felt her juices flowing, coating and dampening, she as well the stallion there could begin smelling the musky scent of a female aroused. She moaned in denial of what she felt and her want to feel coming from the stallion, whether or not she had a way to fit him inside of her when the timing seemed so righteous.

A worsening of her wild passion for feeling the stallion inside of her, she felt her nipples stiffening; a rare happening but a sign to her she was gaining in her own sense of arousal. If but it making her willing and of want try nearly anything to reach her goal. She had the same sensation when running the 20 mile run for the hospital fund last summer, as well when another man came close, he so much a kindred spirit too, she almost had an orgasm from his one kiss.

Her loving stallion turned his head, cocking it slightly he swung his neck and head to give an affectionate lip nibble at her cheek. This she liked and made a moan, to which the stallion reached further, his thick black lips trying to nip or nibble at her protruded stiff nipples, a sensation that put her over the edge gaining a high orgasm than before. This and her timing was right, as with the warming days of spring the maple tree sap begins to run and all nature gets in the mood for beginning of new life. Her loving stallion had spent his day in a private paddock, away from the mares as they began to enter the time of estrus. To him it was as a hot female giving her sire some sense of the elegance she felt for him that night, as he had stood wanting of it all day!

Dreams come and fade in the split tick of the second hand upon a clock, and so with the ringing of a morning alarm, Valerie awoke. Vivid in the mind was her wild dream, so much so that she felt as if her body was in a state of aroused excitement. A hot shower only proved what she suspected, and this made he feel uneasy, she had not had such dreams ever before in her life.

Waking and her shower done, she prepared for a new day only to hear the distant rumbling of thunder echoing through the far hills. Storms are a common part of the change from one season to a new, and this day had some crashing lightning that scared even usually strong Valerie. The morning like the afternoon and even later was the pits, she felt weary and decided to retire early, and falling asleep, she had an instant replay of her previous night of dreaming, except this time it continued into another episode.

This time as if being another person there in the stall she stood in silence watching her other self, she as toying with the aroused stallion. She saw the horse do what he had in his power to caress and lip nibble at Valerie as she fondled, stroked, and or let him know the hefted size of his big balls.

Watching with intent, Valerie saw then in the stall setting near to the sliding door, were two bales of hay and a horse blanket. Somewhere in her dreamed imagination, she knew what these were for, and she tried to ignore them until the time felt right. Seeing as her other self stood up, the stallion whinnied, as if nervous, his mare might leave him to need stand alone and vanquish by his on ability the pent feeling Valerie had built then into his groin. He watched and nickered softly, wondering for what reason two bales of fresh cut hay this female was placing there for him to eat.

As the stallion took to nibbling, the thrill of this kept his erection still out and long. The horse blanket flung over the bales, in her dream Valerie saw this dark figure of her self undress as if getting ready to let the stallion have his fun and for her a new sense of ecstasy.

Wanting to dare and warn she who Valerie was sure was her there getting undressed and smoothing the wrinkles out of the blankets covering the hay bales, she discovered there was a invisible barrier between her and those doing the action there before her. Screaming as to warn less the massive stallion in one thrust should impale and thrusting, would rip open the more tender body of a woman without the stout strength of being a mare. "No, no, no," she screamed, but the process continued, as stallion became fully aroused, and sniffing caught a whisked scent. He stepped ahead as if he would otherwise have leaped aboard a mare and inching forward would bring his spade to bear.

The aroused juices of him and of her mingled, making the slickest of paste possible. As Valerie continued to scream in defiance, she had to watch as so slowly the knobby head of the stallion shaft parted the vale if skin, pressing in, its bulk travelling near to the length of it in and down slightly, making his mate to shiver from the sensations.

Oddly, the stallion stood quite still, not trying to thrust his shaft, but standing there completely tranquil, letting his mare below his belly do all the movements, she angling how he fit inside of her.

Woeful moans of a woman feeling so full and from the stallion above her as he erupted with his load, he surging it inside her body. She felt satisfied and full, but he felt a new wave of lust, filling her fuller than full, her tummy swollen by the vast wealth of semen shot inside it.

Seeing it, Valerie felt filled and loving it that even the supposed person standing there watching felt herself as moaning from a personal passionate empathy.

"Incredible Valerie," said Valerie of herself there in her dream as suddenly the woman lying under, and with the stallion inside of her rolled her head and turned an angered face toward where Valerie stood watching her dream.

"Go away Valerie, we, he and I are busy, passion is all consuming, and he wheels his lust into my, our body; it is you who shall need deal with it come the morning," said Valerie to Valerie, as each then turned to go their separate ways, as then the alarm clock interrupted the dream.

Yawning, a tired Valerie awoke to another new day. Just sitting up in bed made her feel all aches and various pains, the worst of which came from her vagina, as her tummy felt full of gas, uncomfortable way to begin a new day. Moving slowly she skidded herself to the side of the bed, and then stopped to stare. There on the bedroom carpeted floor were several stray handfuls of hay.

"No, no way," Valerie said to herself, she dismissing the hay pieces as having come attached to her clothing when she went to bed. She leaned far forward to pick one up off the carpet only to hear her tummy giggle, and from her groin bubbled out of her some thick white creamy slime.

Cupping her hand to catch the slime oozing forth from her body, she knew the smell, having helped her father draw semen from a stallion for use later in artificial insemination as done to mares. Scooting to the edge of the bed and standing up a look across the bedroom to the full-length mirror hung on her closet door provided her a view of her own self, with belly distended, swollen by the vast amount of what all someone had pumped into it.

"Very good Valerie, we do well together," said a voice off to one side the room as there in the light of day stood another person looking exactly like Valerie, and this the full reversal of what she saw in her dream.

"This cannot be, you are me and I am," Valerie said to her double, a second Valerie, not that she had a twin because she was an only child. "What is this," Valerie asked, demanded really, she pointing to her bloated tummy and then too the slime oozing out of her. "It, he, you were in my dreams," Argued Valerie with this her double, a double of her that faded in and out as if a static charge of ball lightning about to touch something, becoming grounded and explode.

As the second, Valerie faded into some oblivion of her own; as the live Valerie staggered to the bathroom, turned on the shower, adjusted the water for warmth and stepped under the streaming waterfall. Wet and becoming soaked, Valerie stood staggering her legs apart and with both hands she pressed down hard against her bloated stomach. Pressure on the abdomen did the trick and from her vagina streamed a slurry the like she never though could come from the body of a woman. Several times Valerie tried the pressing action but after the spurting quit, she decided it was for her a necessity to get a garden hose and use it and the force of water from it to cleanse her from what somehow became stuffed inside her body.

Near to mid-morning before Valerie felt clean from her strange dream, and when clothed and after her chores she tried checking everywhere for she who was as her double. Seeking she found nothing, but one pair of eyes kept a close watch over Valerie, one big black horse stood thinking of her, she only needed to look in his direction and he stood prepared to begin what he did the night before.

Sicken by her dreams and tired as well afraid of the nighttime to come, Valerie tried to sit up all night, staying awake by watching television, the late night shows. By 3:00 am in the morning, she sat dozing, and fell into a deep sleep. Again, she was there in the barn, but no other Valerie was with Morgan that night. Instead, as she stood in the doorway to his personal stall, there set the two hay bales, a folded up blanket, and but no Morgan the stallion anywhere in sight.

Valerie saw how she checked all the barn stalls, finding not a horse or pony in any of them. Scared for her own well being, she worried as to what happened to the valued horses, the brood mares and four Welsh ponies her father kept and used to pull a wagon on the week of the county fair.

Frustrated, Valerie screamed, "Where did they all go?"

"They are waiting, the mares are setting in judgment as the geldings and stallions are your jury," said Valerie number two, she standing in the stall belonging to Morgan, was smiling an evil sort of grin.

"What, they are setting in judgment of me, nonsense," Valerie grumbled to her double, she wanted to deny the entire dream, she knew it to be a dream but somehow she knew it too that some sort of judgment would still come of it. She turned and began to walk out of the barn and back along the sidewalk and to the house, where she knew she would see herself sleeping in a living room chair.

"You must stand and be judged, do not leave the barn, leaving will make you appear as if guilty, and those who are judged as guilt must pay the ultimate price," said the then again fast fading double.

"I do not want to be raped by a horse, that is your bag," Valerie argued as she walked from out the barn and toward the house.

"Aye it was me that started it with Morgan, but it was your fantasy wish and dream that helped make his dreams come true. Horses dream too, and Morgan had a dream about him and you, you both doing it and when your dream met his and on the same night, they merged, as from it comes then the need to be judged by your horse peers as to which dream is righteous enough to come true. You walk out of the barn and ignore them, they will judge you harshly," Valerie the fading double said, she giving her living double a fair warning.

Literally stomping her feet along the sidewalk back to the house, Valerie was near to halfway there when from out of the dark came the form of one of those Welsh ponies kept and used for pulling at the county fair.

"Valerie please stop this, or they shall judge against you, please go back, remind them of how you take good care of your animals. Please go back, but if you are determined to ignore them and your dreaming, then please, please choose me to be your surrogate," said as well he asked, he the gelded Welsh pony. He was as black as was Morgan, but different in size and his white markings, having two hind leg white socks, as well a white blaze on his pony face; he Valerie always though as being the better looking of the foursome.

"Fine," Valerie said to the pony, she walking past him, stepped inside the kitchen door, slamming it shut and walked then to the living room to see herself sleeping. Yelling at her sleeping self, Valerie was unable to awaken her real live but sleeping self, so to try and bring the weird dream to an ending, she turned round and sat then into her real self in that chair.

Opening one eye and then the second, Valerie wiped the sleep from her tired eyes. She felt somehow relieved by her night and of the dream, she fully remembered. Moving slowly to get up and out of the living room chair, Valerie walked rather stiffly to the kitchen, taking hold of a glass to drink she did not lift it to her face to drink it, but lowered her head to lap at the water in the glass.

Realizing her actions as too weird, Valerie walked out from the house, along the sidewalk to the barn; she opened the barn doors and peered inside. There was every horse and pony each in their correct stall.

"Good morning boys and girls, this is a fine new day and I shall be happy to get you all your morning rations and a bucket of water to wash it down," said Valerie in a more than cheerful voice, she felt so perfectly happy, as if for her everything felt like brand new. Serving up rations of hay and grain to just everybody there in the barn, when she came to one of the Welsh pony geldings the one tried hard to kick at Valerie.

Valerie stopped, stood looking at the pony as it acted as if wild and angry, the whites of his eyes showing the fear and feeling of a pony mad at the world.

"Huh, well no breakfast for you this morning, you must have had a bad night, any nightmares," Valerie said, she laughing at the pony for acting so harsh and for him he would go hungry until turned out to graze later in the morning. She moved on to the next pony, stopping, she backed up the pushcart with the grain rations, and stood there looking at the pony as he looked back at her.

"You were in my dream too last night, that long and weird dream, but you came away from the others to warn me, as asking if willing to accept him as a surrogate, are you a surrogate, a replacement for me, or am I the replacement here now for you?"

Valerie talking to that one pony caused the animal to calm and seemed as if her question was as well an answer to a bigger question. She walking on along the aisle fed the other ponies, as from that one pony it did everything it knew how to make noise, trying to get attention. All day that pony stood by the pasture gate, it whinnied often, snorting a lot, and pranced eagerly whenever Valerie came near. When it came time to bring all the horses into the barn, that one lone pony stood outside, and whinnied.

Thinking the animal as possibly sick, Valerie called the Vet, he came and checked the pony for injury and took a blood sample. All the time the man checked the pony it held its male organ out in a stiff erection as if it was enjoying being touched. The examination over the one thing that seemed odd was the pony had a colder temperature than is normal for equines, it being at 98.6*F.