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Chapter 3: Homophilia

Welcome to the third installment of my little tale. Last time was a lot about Ken, so this time my shift is over to Korva and his view of the world. It's my attempt to keep things fresh while still providing you all, and myself, with a good story to read. Thanks for comments so far, and I hope you enjoy!

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When Korva was taken to the tack barn to be set up for his day's duties, he wished he could do the thing again where he and Ken met their mouths together. He knew it was called kissing, but to experience it for himself was something else entirely. The flavor of the human's mouth was still in his muzzle, still feeling the strange ridging in the roof of his mouth with his tongue, to the point that he ended up licking his teeth a few times.

To help him work, Ken had taken a carter's manure's harness, cleaned it, and then redone it so that it could snug his balls up and keep him able to do more than just an idle trot anywhere. It would be uncomfortable for him to wear for a long time, but this was a farm, and he had been purchased to work on it. Ken left with a lingering touch on Korva's flank, stating that he needed to take care of some paperwork.

The departure of his stable man left him with a few annoyed flicks of his tail, and an idle snort, just out one nostril, which then ended up being echoed from another part of the room. That caused Korva to stop and blink, turning as he inhaled to try and catch the scent of whomever he was sharing the formerly private space with. Hoof-falls brought one of the half-dozen equitaurs that had been purchased by the ranch into view... this one a high-built and heavy-framed Percheron mare who's chest was snugged into a forest green top that seemed to want to strain for her release, no brassiere like humans would make her adorn, but with this newly awakened sense of his, it was all he could do to keep his cock from sliding from his sheathe.

A nicker and a soft hurr came from the slightly larger and much thicker horse before she said in reply to him, "I heard they gave you a name finally. Korva. It sounds nice and strong. It's always an honor when they name us. It connects us to them."

Korva tilted his head some, his tail flicking a few times just before he reached over and started to take up the plough harness to begin locking around his tauric join between bodies, and secured up around his chest, "And who are you? I am sorry, but I only been here a week, and have not met any of you."

Those heavy white-lined hooves moved closer to him before she stopped and inclined her long and almost regal head, "My Genesis number was PR4-S, but they have decided to call me Paris. The education books they've let me have tell me it is a beautiful city in another country."

The stallion snorted in surprise, and there was an uncomfortable pinch as her deep but otherwise lovely voice caressed his senses, and for a brief moment, Korva's ass fluttered as the same feeling that had been in him then seems to flow through him once more. Trying to muster himself and remember his promise to Ken, he replied softly, "We get books? I thought all we were here to do was work?"

Paris' laugh cut the tension between the pair, and he actually relaxed some as the great mare came over to him, standing at the shoulder a good foot taller than him, her white mane flicked slightly over her eyes in a fashion that made Korva suddenly understand why females often got such attentions, "It's hard to remember that you've only just finished your processing before they sold you here. Yes... we get books. We can learn other skills besides what they teach us if we want. The owner is kind enough to let us engage our minds. I have even started learning to paint."

Almost reflexively, Korva replied, "Painting? What kind of use is painting?" to which the Percheron began to laugh gently, and then shakes her head as she moved to begin settling a seeding bag into place just behind her.

"Help me with this, please? As much as having human upper bodies can help us, it does make things like this a problem. Like how they must attach that pouch to your loins. Why did they make you so big there? Are you a breeder, Korva?" Paris asked softly in reply.

Once more, Korva froze, and hoped that the shift in his groin pouch as his cock tried to stir free was not too visible. He felt more like he was in the presence of a mother, or an older sister than anyone he thought he should truly feel this wonderful feeling about. It took him a moment before saying, "The doctors at Genesis said it was a defect from the inclusion of the regenerating gene in my body. Whatever helps repair my body has also made me much larger back there. I believe I am too large to be part of a breeding program, but that's not why we are here, is it?"

Paris nodded sagely while she continued to tie her work-bags in place, the movements making that broad bosom bounce and sway in a manner that made Korva think for a moment about how inconvenient that human affectation must be for her as well. But he kept himself polite as he clopped over, and began to help secure the saddle-style bags by bending and working a belly-buckle for her.

The mare gave him a whicker of thanks, and then leaned in to nuzzle at the smaller but more muscular stallion on the cheek, "I am glad you're a polite one. Yuriy and Vasily were the newest before you, and they tend to play coy with everyone. I think that's because they're shorter than the rest of us, and look more like the dogs. If you see my male partner out in the fields, tell him I say hello. He is designated UL1-S, from my same herd, but he is called Ulysses here."

"Ulysses." Korva repeated, and then nodded once more, "Paris... Yuriy... Vasily... Is there another of us here with a name that ends like mine then, Paris?" The question making her ears prick and her nostrils flare for a moment in thought.

After a moment, the mare replied with a shake of her great head, making her mane sway, "No, there is not. We were all purchased in pairs, except for yourself. Besides the four of us you know there is another pair of riding horses designated JN2-O and AP2-O, known as Juno and Apollo."

Both equitaurs seemed to let the conversation wane at that juncture and passed outside towards the fields to work, getting everything ready for the new season. Mounting a plough on the forebody harness that Korva had hooked to himself, he put his hands on the wooden wide arms, and leaned into the work, his muscles bunching and shifting as he pushed the blade into the dry dirt, and started to break ground. Something about this made him feel even better about his day, as it was something to do, instead of waiting in the stall, being just cared for and fed.

Paris stayed behind him for the first row, helping him get into the work-rhythm of the plough. Whereas, as a regular stallion he would have had to pull it along, while a human guided it from behind. His actions saved a human from having to sweat the back-aching labor while he pushed the blade himself. It was a push down with his arms, and then forwards with his forebody, using his back legs to get into the movement so that a good foot of dry dirt was suddenly crunched free and the softer ground and mud beneath was exposed. Slow, repetitive, and somehow infinitely pleasing.

The pleasure did not come from the work itself, which was something he could take as a matter of course. It was the feeling of his muscles moving, the sensation of his power being put against some other force. It was how for a moment he had to shove with his back hooves, and then forwards with his fore hooves, about how his pectorals had to flex from working the plough-blade into the ground, his biceps bunching and then releasing as his shoulders rolled into the effort. As much skill as force to be applied as the longer he went, the smoother the motions became, until by the sixth row to be worked it was being done in an almost effortless-seeming single line.

Once his task was completed, Korva turned back and used his large arms to lift the blade and began to walk it back towards the barn. He'd ignored the movement of the sun for the most part and his stomach gave a small rumble that reminded him that despite his mighty physique and his robust systems, he still needed intake in order to function well. As he entered the barn though, a curious scent caught his nose, and the big stallion stilled his movements, even his swishing tail, and began to listen intently to the world around him.

The scent of human sweat touched his nose, and followed with the headier scent of arousal, one that went deep into his brain and signaled to the same things that had made his cock spew as Ken had pushed his tongue so deep inside of him. Before he could stop himself, his length attempted to get free of the slip that held his groin up and away to allow him work, and it caused him a deep pain in his guts, but he ignored it for a moment. A very slow clopping step forwards, slow and deliberate, Korva followed the scent, and then detected the sound... a sigh, a huffing exhale, a whispered giggle followed by a moan.

That smell was sex. The sounds were sex... the taste in the air was the electric sensation of that moment just before an orgasm.

Looking into a crack between some boards making a separation wall, finally sight was added to the other senses' enjoyment of the rousing feelings, and the wetness that began to drool out the back of his leather pouch, his pre leaving it's mild taint in the air, not enough to be detected by those of a lesser animalist degree. One of the pair was a recombinant canine, a female by the six aroused nipples that ran along her body, her small breasts hidden under the golden fur of the retriever body. Sitting next to her was a small bag of brown pellets, one of which she popped into her long muzzle, a slightly vapid look in her eyes as she giggled and then leaned in to lick at the thick, muscular human over her began to push into her suddenly sodden pussy. With the crunch, he could scent the acrid tang of chemicals in the air from it. The enzymes that allowed the Recombinants to have intercourse.

And apparently she was taking just enough to enjoy her human without risking the pregnancy that would follow. The very thought of that made Korva step back, even as the bitch let out a stifled and soft whimper of pleasure as she let the human's decent-sized phallus back into her body. As he continued to view however, his first impulse was that this human's cock was not as large or as good as his stableman's. Nor was he so gentle or considerate of her. It was more as if he wished to sate himself, and she was convenient. His snorts of enjoyment turned to irritation at this. This was not what Ken would do. A large piece of him was suddenly tempted to go over and interrupt them, to chastise the human, but he then remembered that he was the one who served. But he resolved to at least tell his human when he had the chance.

Still he watched as the human's ass rose and fell at even intervals, how his mouth teased at the individual nipples and then suckling in a whole breast to tease the now-aroused flesh. From his angle he could see how her body opened for his length, the how her nether lips squeezed on his length, fluttering around it and giving an extra layer of sensation that translated to the unique smell of her loins excited and heading to their peak. Enthralled, wanting more, wanting to feel what that human was feeling, and what the bitch was feeling, Korva finally had to peel his eyes away from it and bring himself back to reality.

So, pretending to be oblivious of what was truly going on, Korva made his way to where the farming gear was to be stacked and hung, and put his plough up on the wall, letting the sharp noise of leather and metal on wood be the only warning the carnally embraced couple, just as the human was heard beginning to peak, and a fresh bubbling scent of slightly fishy semen filled the equitaur's nostrils, and then a very light and startled sound of the canine who finally caught the stallion's scent in the barely drifting air of the barn. As the harness came off, he almost had to strike himself as he reached back to remove the pouch-covering, and slipping it free, letting his cock drag out some over the floor. The sensation of the cool hay and other detritus on his sticky member made it itch, and a want to alleviate his bladder.

Stepping out into the waning daylight, Korva made his way over to a waste trough left for his kind for just such an occasion, stepped over the border, and then let himself go. While he loved the sensation of what Ken did to him, there was actually something both comforting and at the same time pleasurable, the relief of the pressure combined with the flow of something out his giant and sensitive head made his head list to one side and Korva ended up chewing his teeth together for a few moments. It went a bit longer than usual, perhaps from the work of the day, but after a couple minutes of nothing but that wonderful feeling, the stallion's flow ceased and his thickened shaft began to withdraw. Stepping back, he looked down into the pool of urine slowly draining away, and saw his reflection, and in it he saw his troubled eyes.

That reflection stayed with him on the long walk back to his stable.

Entering his private chamber, he slid the door closed, and then secured it, remembering that Ken had a key. Without much in the means of decoration, the stallion looked to the far wall, and then back towards the door. Looking across the stable the size of a large bedroom, he then smiled to himself. Korva didn't need the pellets and enzymes... his body no longer required it. But he had a problem in that standing he could not reach his own cockshaft. A thing he decided to experiment with.

After about three minutes of looking around, Korva ended up in the corner, leaning his taur body until it was on its side. Propping his anthro form up along his side at the cool surface, he bent himself slightly down and forwards, and found that once his erection was fully aroused, he was able to reach around behind the head and to everything before the medial ring. But it was the part that he wanted, and the part that felt the most sensation.

This was the very thing that Ken walked in on. The door clicked open and by this point Korva was too busy pleasuring himself to truly take umbrage with the intrusion. But his human immediately locked the door behind him and began to strip down, smiling. Korva's balls shuddered and bounced against his flesh and his thigh as he leaned into the head of his dilating bell and licked some of his preseminal fluid away, hurring deeply at the flavor. So intensely involved, it was not until hands caressed his twin mountains of flesh that bounced and slapped his muscled form that he saw the smiling and bearded companion, hat still on, ash nipples showing firm and pushed out. Against the back of his balls, once more Korva felt the lovingly familiar warmth of that human shaft head.

"Ken..." Korva grunted out softly, nostrils flared and eyes narrowed, "I desire you in me. I saw a pair together today, his body inside her own. Please, may I have this?" All of that spoken through the stallion's snorts and whickers of delight.

"'Course." was all Ken responded with, and Korva could smell his mingling arousal, somehow more powerful than it was yesterday. Lining himself up with that off-angle position, the human rested his hands on the back and side of one of Korva's meaty thighs and shoved in. There was no resistance, nothing but pure heated velvet as that canal locked around him and suckled of its own right. Pulling back, there was a taint of brown from the stallion's still-slimed canal, the musk tanning his stable man's flesh where he could not see, but could feel. While his tongue had been gentle, his shaft was smooth and silky, and an entirely new and pleasant feeling. Unconsciously the pair began to synch their movements, the straining stallion beginning to sweat as the discomfort of his position began to show. Teeth bared, soft whickers that sprung deep in his chest filtered past them. Korva sounded and felt as if he was at full gallop, even his forelegs twitching, and he ended up kicking out when his fingers locked around the spot just behind the head and felt the white-hot tingle that rockets down his pole, up his aching taurspine, and into his brain where it popped like fireworks.

Their first orgasm was mutual within moments of this, the human arching up and biting his own arm to keep his shouts from being heard in the hall, while Korva pointed his cock away from the pair so that when the pain and pleasure mingled with the meager, but still exquisite sensation of the invader. Everything felt right at the moment just before the first cannonade of seed scored almost to the far wall. His ass milked in spasming glee, and every shudder passed through him into his shaft where it culminated with his balls bursting out another bubbling torrent of seed. Both males went longer than the first time by seconds, and the stallion had to grunt and whicker his pain to his stable man.

With Ken's help, he worked his way back to standing, and immediately the pair were in their forbidden embrace. Strong human hands and wide human shoulders touching equine anthromorphic flesh, the sliding of tongues as some of the drool of the stallion leaked out of Ken's cheeks and down his chest. It quickly dried, even steamed off him as the two continued, those large hands exploring every place they can find, while the human's hands stroked his chest, played with his nipples, and then parts from the kiss, as the human says softly, "Ah want ta have these pierced, Korva."

"Yes." The stallion grunted back, but then guided the human to kneel, and with a bump of his taurchest the man was flat on his back. The musk still stained his cock, but had faded to the point that it left with an almost permanent tan. Still hard, and looking thicker, fuller than it had ever been, the stallion pinned the human into place, by taking his bay-tinted, shimmering furred ass, and pushed it back down over that human phallus.

For the first time, Ken understood the exact power of the great beast above him in just how gentle he was, gripping the wall to counterbalance his bouncing equine backside, moving in a way that no true equine could. Each time that wide and toned equine ass pressed down onto his standing member, he was assaulted with a still cumstained, and thrusting cock. The droplets got into his hat, his hair, his chest hair that seemed to become denser with the bath of protein. But then it got onto his tongue, and the flavor was something that Ken had never known. When he went to try it once more, instead he was given the entire inside of that wide flare, the stallion's ardor not having been reduced an iota.

Catching Korva's cock in his strong hand, Ken squeezed along the medial ring, and let the flesh slide back and forth in his grip, giving the stallion a pressure and sensation that made him move faster. His human, touching him, stroking him, feeling his flesh even as his arousal started to peak once more. There was nothing wrong with this in the stallion's mind. He would not need another Equitaur to be his companion. This was his companion... his mate. This epiphany was only for the stallion, as Ken was too overwhelmed by the sensations of the inside of that giant flare trying to shove down his mouth, the cum staining his lips making them puff out slightly and darken the inside of his cheeks. Pre was fed directly to the human this time, and it's affect was much more obvious, his skin beginning to push his natural light tan into a much richer one, as if he had spent most of his days of his life nude in the sun, though the flesh of his cock and sack darkened beyond that, the flesh at the base beginning to bunch and push out into their own version of the equine's turgid girth.

Korva's pleasure was not to be denied this time. This was too new, too raw, too much for the young Equitaur to allow anything to stop what was to happen. Soon his ass was fluttering, his pucker squeezing hard as he worked a full gallop, the sweat on his flanks foaming out as he grunted and groans, while his human's mouth was stuck in his flare, the little nub of his urethra caught in teeth that gnawed like a colt wanting his mother's milk. This time, the thrusting and bucking beast did loose a long whinny, one that he didn't care if anyone heard or walked in on. His first long blast of equine seed went to the back of Ken's throat, and the cough it caused made the next volley to follow be only half-swallowed, knocking his cap from his brow and getting into his hair, which lightened a shade towards blonde. That cum spilled to a chest where some of it began to translate to muscle, starting in the chest and working its way down with each successive dowsing of the horse's vital potency.

Ken's own release seemed pale by comparison, but he felt himself swell just before hand, and then his balls bloated to the size of large hen's eggs, becoming more than a handful for himself. Pressing up into that perfect feeling blazing around his cock, once more he showered into Korva's body, feeding more of his own genetic material to be absorbed by the stallion's unique physiology. When Korva finally stood, shaking out the remainder of his second load, he clopped backwards and looked at his human...

Redolent in Korva's cum, hands in the throes of a post orgasm haze, the equitaur watched as the pearlescent seed was smeared by Ken's stained hands over his peltless flesh, making his fingernails and toenails turn black and shining. Dark red-blonde hair now surrounded that beginnings of a sheathe as it treasure trailed up to his chest where Ken's broadened frame sported a smooth but worthy pelt of the same in the form of chest hair. Even the hairs on Ken's forearms and lower calves were growing out slightly, and from behind, there was not only growth of hair in a line from the back of his neck to between his shoulders, but a small triangular tuft that tickled the top of the cleft of his nicely muscled ass.

Twenty pounds of muscle heavier, hairier, tanned, and sporting a cock that would put most porn stars to shame, Ken staggered up to get the hose, spraying himself down, and looked back at Korva with a lustily satisfied smile. It all felt too good for the changed human's mind to cope with. Even as the water splashed over his new ten inch girth, seeing the unique shape it took under the hairs that draped over and nearly hid the sheathe-like folds, he was in too much bliss to truly allow panic to overtake him.

As Korva moved to take the hose and clean his fertile loads from the flood, he stared at that beautiful human backside, so much better than the one he'd seen in the barn, and resolved in his mind that day, that that ass would one day fit his cock, and he would make the human feel as good as he'd felt. It didn't matter to him that it was wrong, or that it shouldn't be happening. Ken was his, he was Ken's. They were together.

He also silently decided to not mention his personal needs after such a glorious coupling. Ken looked tired and the time was late enough that he would have to leave or things would look suspicious. But that didn't stop the instant ache in his heart and the sense of loneliness that washed over him as Ken hesitated before closing the door, scratching at his beard as he watched the Equitaur... Ken removed his cap and left it inside the door. The lock caught, and it makes Korva's flanks shiver as he clopped over and picked up the cap, holding it gently, and then sniffing inside of it. Forgetting he'd needed to even eat, though his stomach made a sound of argument, but he didn't care. Settling in the corner for another night in the bare stall... he was comforted with just the small thing that was from Ken, and that night he slept content.