Horse Tribe
I don't write as often as I should, but here is another little story I made a while back.
Done as a little challenge and gift for an unnamed friend, I thought other people might like this story as well.
Short version: a crash lander gets in trouble with a tribe of horses and they demand he repay them. Stuff happens ;)
"A fine mess I have gotten myself into this time" Stark mused to himself aloud.
During his last dogfight, the bounty hunter had taken a hit to his engines and ended up making a crash landing on a nearby planet. The basic repairs were easy enough to make, but during the...landing...he had lost all of his fuel, so he needed to find a replacement.
Fortunately, the engine he had installed could convert certain kinds of crystallized stones into energy, which in turn could give him enough power to reach escape velocity. From there, he should have no trouble getting back to the nearest station for proper repairs..
Rummaging through his belongings, he found what he was looking for, a tool that was used to find mineral deposits which he had obtained on the black market.
Normally these things were rather pricey, but a bit of smooth talking, and a few rounds in bed make for a sizeable discount as the shy reptilian salesman had discovered.
Even with the device, it took Stark a good while to discover a suitable location, since the minerals had to be on or very close to the surface. After all, he was lacking heavy mining materials, so all he could do was blast some chunks that were readily available.
He finally found a good location; a cliffside with many crystals sticking out, though he also noticed markings and idols strewn around.
It seemed that this planet was inhabited and that this was an important location for whoever lived here in the area, so if he was planning on getting the minerals then he needed to be fast about it.
As he set to work, he found that at least digging was easier than he'd expected, at least, as the area was more muddy than rocky, but it still went too slow for his preferences.
He was about halfway done, when he heard a sound from behind. Before he could turn around however, he heard a voice from behind. "Stop what you are doing, and don't move" Stark dropped everything and raised his paws slowly. He had been in enough similar situations to hear when someone was bluffing, and this sounded like a genuine threat. Again, he heard the other person speak, and his translator chimed in his ear. "Put your arms behind your back and don't try anything funny. The chieftain will want to have a word with you" Slowly, he complied, and his arms were grabbed firmly, being bound behind his back. Meanwhile, he saw others walk out from the bushes. It seemed he was held by a more primitive tribe of Equids, but at least they were civil enough to not murder him on the spot.
His captors were dressed in naught more than loincloths, and their weapons were simple spears. Even so, they posed a very real threat to the bounty hunter, so he played along, hoping to talk his way out of this. Of the ones that were present at the dig site, only a few went with him towards their main camp, deeming him not a threat anymore.
It was a short walk from his dig site to the Equid camp, and he could hear the sounds of a river nearby. The camp looked rather simple to Stark, but then again, his own civilization was many centuries more advanced.
They brought him to a hut, much larger than the other ones strewn around. Within, he came face to face with an impressively muscled horse, equally scarcely clothed, but it was clear this was the leader of whatever tribe he had been captured by. His captors all bowed as the leader stood up, and addressed the bounty hunter. "My tribesmen have informed me that you were desecrating one of our sacred sites, robbing it of its riches. This sacrilege demands retribution and as such, we offer you two choices. Either you pay with your life, or you pay with your body."
Stark was surprised at the directness, but he was at least happy that they gave him a chance to work for his life. Even though the tribe was primitive, a stone weapon could kill him just as easily as a laser weapon. Besides, it was an easy choice, just use his body to please the chieftain, and they would let him go? He would have signed up for that even without the death threat. "Very well, I choose to pay with my body" Stark confidently stated. The chieftain just nodded and tore off his loincloth, revealing two large orbs and a thick sheath, with the tip poking out. Then, he just leaned back in his chair, leaning on one of his arms, resting his cheek on his fist, waiting to see what the wolf would do.
Stark took a step forward, but was shoved in his back by one of the others, making him fall to the floor. When he looked back, the horse who shoved him only pointed downwards. They clearly meant to humiliate him, but he took it in stride, crawling towards their leader on all fours. As he reached the feet of the chieftain, he looked up and saw the chief grinning at him, playfully pushing the wolf back with one of his feet. The wolf just returned a wry smile as he got on his knees as the chief spread his knees apart, presenting himself to Stark.
Slowly, the wolf moved his muzzle towards the large balls of the chieftain, taking in the scent of the horse, alternating sniffing with lapping. While he was coerced to perform a sexual favor, it didn't mean he couldn't have fun while doing so. Next up, he moved his mouth upward to the sheath, covering it with his lips as he let his tongue explore, trying to find space between the horse's member and the sheath, and felt the tip move outward bit by bit. As the horsecock started expanding within his muzzle, he let his nimble tongue work all over the shaft, tasting beads of pre every now and then, when the chieftain laid his hand upon the back of the wolfs head, stroking his ears and giving a gentle pushing motion.
This was a cue for Stark, and he started pulling back, dragging his lips along the thick pole, which was growing still. It was almost a race, for every bit Stark pulled back, the shaft seemed to grow just as long. Of course, eventually it stopped, and his lips hung on the end of the horsecock, licking the head and the cockslit lovingly. He disengaged for a moment, letting his hands work on the delightful member, and saw that it was massive, longer than his own muzzle and as thick as an arm. This would almost be impossible for someone to get into themselves, but Stark just saw it as a challenge. The wolf took a deep breath, sliding himself down the huge dick. Using his experience, he tried to get as much of the horsecock in him and felt that the chieftain was helping him both by repositioning himself and stabilizing the wolf's head.
It took quite some effort, but his nose touched the scruff around the base of the chieftain, letting him know he had successfully deepthroated him. Working his muscles in his mouth and throat, he stimulated the lovely dick, and pulled out halfway to the median ring to get in some breaths. The rest was short lived, as the chieftain started to push back in again, fucking the wolf's maw. Stark did his best to work with the motions and also started massaging the orbs of the horse, feeling them throb in his touch.
It was clear that the chief was ready to come, (they never did last long when Stark got his maw around them), and he prepared himself for what would come next. A guy with such large balls would definitely have a big payload, and when the first spurts came, he was ready to swallow it and make room for the rest of it. And come he did. The salty taste spread out over the wolf's tongue, and he did his best to keep up with the flow, making sure everything stayed in his mouth.
Once he finished lapping over the flared head to clean it, he smiled at the chieftain. "Well, I guess my payment is done now, so I will be heading out" The chief just snorted and motioned to him to turn around. "That was only the first round" Figures, it never was that easy, but Stark supposed he could get another round in, horses were his favorite after all, and besides, he was doing this to save his own life.
First things first, he needed to get off his clothes, and decided to make a little show of it. On his knees, he started to unzip his jacket, moving his upper body like he had seen dancers on the holo-net do it. Once opened, he kept up the rhythm, taking off both his jacket and his shirt, tossing them to the side. He leaned back and opened his pants, sliding them halfway down his legs. After that, he resumed his position on all fours, turning his backside to the chieftain, raising his tail as he slowly slid his underwear down, revealing his pucker
Openly presented, he looked over his shoulder invitingly, and the chieftain did not waste any time aligning his still stiff dick with the wolf's waiting hole. Starks work on the horsecock had made it all slick and ready, and his hole was experienced enough to take it without too much effort, feeling the thick meat slide in, inch by inch. It did become harder around the halfway point though, and it took effort as the final inch entered his butt, but he managed to get it all in. The chief was kind enough to wait, letting the wolf get used to the feeling, before he started to pull out, stopping only as the flare was left in. Then he moved in, not a rough shove as some of his other partners in the past had done, but in a steady rhythm, going faster over time and making sure to know that he was in control, but in a gentle, firm way.
"You know, for an outsider, you have a well-used hole. I didn't expect you would take me that easily" "Hah, you have to try harder if you want to give me a challenge" Again, the chieftain snorted. "Oh you don't have to worry about being challenged. The rest of my tribe will make sure of that." The large horse punctuated his statement with one harder shove, making Stark whine with pleasure. As much as the wolf wanted to react, he didn't have the strength at the current pace, focusing on pushing back, enraptured by the pleasure he got. It didn't take long from that point for the wolf to shoot his first load, splattering it on the rug beneath him. The chief however still had a lot of stamina, and kept pounding Stark, reducing him to pleasured whimpers.
It was only after Stark had climaxed twice more that the chieftain finally came, filling the wolf with his sticky goodness, warming up Stark's insides. Tired, the wolf collapsed to the ground. The rest of the tribesmen, who had stood around watching, helped him up and gave him some water to drink. Once he had recovered, they carried him to a nearby table and laid him on his back.
The break was short lived, as the first thing Stark noticed was that one of the horses had laid his plump balls on his face, and felt a few drips of pre falling on his lips. Not to mention the strong scent that came from the man. Right now, he was about to be used by a whole tribe of horses, and he just loved the idea. Though he himself was drained at the moment, he was certain the horses did not care for that, eager to get their own pleasure, and the wolf was more than happy to help.
He felt someone giving his used hole some attention, and a wet tongue entered it, enjoying the remnants of the chieftain in the wolf. On the other end, the horse dragged his sack back and positioned the tip of his dick at the wolf's maw, eager to get some oral action, something Stark was more than happy to oblige with. While it wasn't as big as the chief before him, he still loved to suckle it, enjoying the different yet somewhat similar taste as the horse positioned himself in order to start pounding his face.
Unlike the chief, this one did not take his time, knowing he still needed to share with the others. Thus he wasted no time and skipped straight to the main event, sliding all of his length in. After all, he knew the wolf could take it.
Meanwhile at Stark's backside, the other horse was done with his exploration of the wolf's hole, and eagerly thrust himself into the sloppy cave. Being spitroasted like this was new to the wolf, and something in his brain just clicked. Gone was his rational thought, and at the moment, he just wanted to pleasure, wanting to be stuffed and filled with those delicious battering rams, his body just a plaything to be used.
After what the tribesmen had seen their chief do to Stark they themselves already were rather aroused and did not take as long as their predecessor, but this hardly mattered, because they were quickly replaced by another, and another, and yet another. Five, Six, Seven...At first the wolf tried to keep track, but slowly he found it harder to keep track of the hunks, and he lost count while writhing in pleasure. This went on for hours, and he was sure some of them had a second round with him, not that he minded much. Eventually all the sensations overwhelmed him and his mind passed out before his body did, servicing the rest in a blissful trance.
The next morning, he awoke in a solitary hut, still covered in the love juices of the horses, matting his fur. After what happened, he didn't bother cleaning up, and just put on his clothes, not caring what the tribe would think of him. They had seen him begging and pleading for their tasty dicks after all, so this wouldn't be any different. As he left the door, he noticed that a guard stood near the hut, who motioned to follow him, leading the wolf to the hut of the chieftain once again. "You have shown yourself worthy in the eyes of this tribe, so you may take all the crystals you gathered with you, along with any others you need." "Thank you, chieftain, I am glad I met all of you, yesterday was an unforgettable experience" "It was our pleasure, we don't get such strange outsiders like you often, but you made for an unforgettable cocksleeve. Feel free to visit us whenever you want another round of our tribe's special treatment." Stark laughed and nodded, taking the bag of gems the horses had left in the chieftains hut, and made his way back to his ship, gathering the rest of the crystals along the way with his escort.
With a roar, his engines came back to life, and he set the autopilot to the nearest space station for full repairs. The ship lifted off, and he bid farewell to the planet that had grown on him in such a short time. While in the shower, cleaning himself off, he couldn't resist grasping his own cock and stroking himself as he thought back on this wonderful encounter. He would definitely return to this planet soon, he thought with a smile.