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I ran my hand over his muzzle, my pathetically human-sized dick throbbing wonderfully inside him. He “smiled" which we both shared as more of a feeling than an actual expression: We were able to communicate in that weird pseudo-mind sharing that came out of that moment months ago when we merged our consciousnesses, but that's indeed another story. Right now we were both horny boys in the moment who were going to attempt again to mate properly, if not mating for the goal of pregnancy. At least not today.

He was on his back on my large bed, his nee-equine balls hanging relaxed to one side, his penis flaccid but out of his sheath glistening with lube, his one leg high in the air. He was in a form almost exactly like a smaller horse as found back on earth, black fur, mane and tail, with a small white blaze on his head which was often covered by his frizzy thick mane. Right now that thick mane had fallen back on the pile of pillows under his head, leaving his often hidden eyes out and brightly watching me as I fawned over his sexy stallion self.

Our communication was weirdly “asynchronous" as in, we could both sort of talk at the same time and it was almost like constant negotiation but it could be approximated as conversation, but because we both shared so much of what the other being thought and physically felt, it is very hard to describe.

“I want to cum in you first," he said. I smiled, as I too love to feel that flood in me when I'm still horny. It was less like this was his desire as this was what we both agreed upon during our mind share.

I slipped out of his sloppy donut, my dick feeling less than happy about the cool air, but no less hard in anticipation of the next few minutes of impending bliss. There was a tiny flake of his manure on my dick, and I picked it off and put it in my mouth with a “yum" as I did an exaggerated suck of my finger, that he both watched with his sparkling eyes and experienced through our mental sharing. It was a small symbolic show of commitment, as indeed, there was no part of this equine-like being that I didn't want to have as a part of me, in any way. I was obsessed, I was In Love. If I could merge any more with him I would. I loved every hair on him, every fiber he was made of, every thought he had.

He knew it. Reciprocally, I could feel the same from him: He and I were entwined and bonded in a bizarrely deep way, an empathic tangle unlike anything I ever experienced on our earth. There were other pairs like us, but I often wondered if it were even possible for them to be where we were with our intimacy.

The bed creaked as I ran my hand up his leg, over his hard hoof, and let go while moving up his body. I pulled his face towards me as I pressed my mouth to his muzzle. He put his big, warm tongue in my mouth, and I pushed my mouth between his (terrifyingly strong) teeth such that it was in his maw, his lips draped over the sides of my cheeks. He closed his mouth slightly, knowing how I loved that dangerous feel of his teeth on my cheeks, but with our communication he knew exactly how much pressure to apply, and I knew exactly how to play with his tongue against mine, in a way that excited him as well. His flaccid penis was now hardening, and like with an earth equine, it filled with blood and was at first long, thin and hard only on the interior, with a soft exterior.

Equines tend to have a couple of stages of hardness during sex, the penile structure first gets hard, thin, and long, to allow it to find it's way into the mare (me, in this case) and once there it fills up with blood and inflates to incredible firmness, and the flare famously grows and plugs up the mare so the flood of semen can find it's way to the egg. In our case, a similar experience happens inside my bowels. When we first became lovers, that flare caused all sorts of discomfort as it stretched (and caused micro-tears in) my bowels, and pushed my internal organs aside. Eventually, I became accustomed to him, to the point now where we occasionally lounge in bed, his flare held in me throbbing while we “talk" about our day, caress each other, or even sleep.

I gently directed the head of his dick to my “cunt" and the end had that hard center but the head with it's impending flare was soft and squishy, and with a gentle pressure I relaxed and felt a pop as it went inside, and began to slide easily into me, with the ample lube we were already covered in. I sat down on him, until he bottomed out in me – he still had some 15-25cm (~8-12") of base of his penis that I couldn't fit in me, a physical limitation I just couldn't overcome. He had distended my bowels, and was pressed up against my inner musculature against my lungs, I guessed, and with our synched awareness he knew exactly how hard to press in against me without causing pain (or at least damage.)

I could feel his next few heartbeats inflate his massive member, my entrance was aching wonderfully with the now rock-hard shaft throbbing to full size. No toy or stretching prepares you for how dynamic this feeling is. The head grows and shrinks, the shaft goes from soft as a floppy water balloon to as hard as a baseball bat. The flare, lodged in my depths, caused a familiar internal cramp that was a weird combination of not-quite-pain and fulfillment: My stallion lover was now a part of me, we were one, and he was not only about to fill me with cum, he was actually going to attempt to breed me.

I had acquired the full uterus mod, and accompanying dna combo set, and thus was theoretically able to carry his foal. We needed to synchronize my ovulation, and we were honestly not quite ready to “pull the trigger" on that yet today: I needed a few more weeks to get some things in order, as for me to bring a foal to partial term (of course, they'd be born prematurely and would require neonatal care, as I'd never be able to hold a being of that size inside me for the full 11 months) but our technology easily allowed this. We were a bit on the leading edge of the experiences, however. Few pairs of human/nee-equine had pulled this off successfully, but in all cases so far it led to a healthy full term foal that resembled the nee-equine and not the human (thankfully) but with even more of the shared awareness skills that we adults were only able to acquire via this intimacy.

The state was very encouraging of our inter-relationships, as it helped to bridge our societies in a time of some potential conflicts. We were pretty much apolitical ourselves, we just wanted to fuck, honestly, but we were happy for the nod of state approval, and the funding they gave us so that this became basically both of our paid occupations, ambassadors of a sort, where our duties were mostly to lay around and bond.

His flare throbbed in me as we both sighed, and I felt the first spurt of precum. Equines have liberal amounts of watery pre, and you can feel the progress of the throb from base to tip. I brought a hand back behind me to hold his shaft, to give him the pressure there that he craved: In the natural world of his planet, he'd be able to take the mare to nearly the hilt, so adding pressure here enhanced the pleasure he felt, basically the difference between a human getting head via only stimulation of the tip, versus having the entire shaft held and stroked while sucking on the tip.

We still had our mouths locked together, and we started the age-old mating dance, me squeezing him with my anus, gently grabbing the base of his shaft and then running my hands back along the urethra line to his balls. The big oranges were now no longer loose, but were pulling almost worryingly deep into his abdomen, getting ready for the impending juicing required to get that huge volume into me. I slid my hand back up to the shaft, over the sheath opening (with it's small amount of crusty smegma that seemed to always be present no matter how often a cleaning happened) and rested my hand over the thick bulge of that urethra I could feel undulating under my touch.

I began riding him, up and down gently now, just moving a couple of centimeters. His big flare was held now in my bowels, so my motion was in effect only moving the shaft against him, while higher up my bowel walls were attached to him like a soft, warm condom, and he was feeling the rest of my insides moving against his shaft.

Like earth equines he doesn't last long, so I needed to make the moments count. He began to thrust up into me, despite the shared empathy bond, this stallion needed to cum deep in his mare, and he became more primal. He pushed hard against my insides while the flare expanded to it's maximum, impressive size. I pressed down onto him as he attempted to push up into me, his legs flailing uselessly in the air. I let go of his shaft now and had both hands on the sides of his head with handfulls of his mane, his breath against my face, his mouth open and teeth clenched now as he paused briefly, about to cum. At this point we both felt the mental explosion of his orgasm, a bright flash in our minds, he grabbed a bit of my throat in his teeth and held my skin almost but not quite painfully as he started to cum. This is when our connection was always closest, and it reinforced with every orgasm: I could feel myself on his dick from his perspective, the release of my/his cum leaving my/his balls, I could feel the flop-flop of thick globs of stallion seed filling my bowels, squeezing into corners already full with his flare. It was confusing, mentally messy, but a wonderful mess of serotonin, oxytocin and dopamine in both of our brains, leaking somehow across our plain of existence. The gushing was slowing and his nuts began to re-appear as they relaxed, the rock hard penis inside me began to soften, and the flare released it's grip on my insides, and was finally able to move again as my cum-lubed guts allowed it to recede.

He licked my neck where he had bitten down (this was a new little flourish he improvised in this session, and I telepathed him my approval) and I slowly slid my butt down towards his sheath opening, to hold his softening member inside me as long as possible. I pulled him over to one side, as well, and my hands were still tangled in his mane, but now I was scratching the sides of his head, his ears, and gently kissing the side of his face. His afterglow is always like 10x as great as mine, so I tend to try to get into his head more at this point, to enjoy the soft, warm feelings he was basking in. I lay my head on the pillow, and pulled his onto the side of mine, long whiskers tickling me at first until his head was fully on me, his breathing now deep, slow, and even.

I didn't orgasm or anything myself, but somehow the whole thing was almost better than if I had. He had enough pleasure to share for the both of us, but I knew that when he awoke he'd probably want me to mount him: He as well shared the pleasure of it as I did with his, and we both needed to mate with each other to properly interface our dna for the upcoming pregnancy - if we were indeed to have that foal.

“I love you," I told him, at basically the same time he said the same from his near sleep, and I allowed myself to drift away, with his breath gently touching my neck, and the head of his flacid penis still in my cunt, oozing the last few drops of his warm seed.

[EDIT to fix typos that always seem to only become apparent after you press PUBLISH lol]