Invasion Ch 5: Attack of the giant cuddle monster
#8 of Invasion
Fifth invasion-related commission for VideoGame30. half of it typed up by Unorthodox Romeo and the other half by Nocturnal lupus.
enjoy and some more secretary volunteers would help :P
Chapter 5: Attack of the Giant Cuddle Monster
Jay awoke in his master's bed, his head heavy with a mild headache. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the classroom but nothing after that. He certainly felt that there was more to it but had a great and strained difficulty trying to remember.
A minute was all he gave it before giving up; whatever was gone would stay that way. The more confusing part was that he was alone. Not since his stay at the hospital was he so alone, and accustomed to his owner's presence, the human dreaded it. He could scarcely believe that Pahygzes would drop him off in the room and leave him in there like a caged animal.
Maybe it had been little less than two days that they had met and built up this sweet relationship with each other. In the right context, such a tiny expanse of time could be forever. Was it so wrong to think that he needed the horse? Thus far it was how he managed to maintain his dignity and independence. He wasn't an idiot blind to the suffering others of his species had been put through by this infrastructure of dominating equine overseers. Besides, there was something precious and kind that made his owner approachable and friendly.
Then suddenly, he wasn't alone any longer as a buckskin stallion stepped through the doorway, and upon seeing him on the bed, yelled down the hallway in the foreign horse dialect. A loud stomping of hooves came down the corridor walls. Pahygzes stood in the open gate all covered in sweat like bubbly shaving cream and his expression suddenly collapsed from grim worry to immeasurable relief once his eyes set down on Jay's nearly nude body.
Clearly he had missed out on a lot! The stallion was going to say something, but closed his mouth when his eyes fastened on something right at Jay's forehead. Instead he dismissed the guards and eagerly approached the edge of the bed, tail happily raised and wagging. "How did your first class go?" Pahygzes asked, purring with delight as he rubbed his large face on the nude skin of Jay's small belly and chest.
He struggled to remember. A lot of the things he did were a blank until a bit of persistence. He stated the answer. "I took fourteen inches on the pet trainer." Jay responded, giggling as the horse blew raspberries on his belly with that unmistakable playful affection for which the human had fallen in love with.
Jay sighed in ecstasy as the tender wide muzzle drifted down his skin and took several intense suckles on his limp cock, a large hand holding the human down as he giggled and spasmed in pleasure from the randomly torturous horse tongue on his sensitive tip.
Pahygzes ceased his blowjob right at the point of orgasm as if to tease most diabolical. Jay could only sigh in defeat, denied of another blissful release. "Impressive, sweet pet. Two more inches and we'll be having the time of our lives." Jay could only blush at such praise. While he didn't feel up to the task, his owner was right; just a little more training would see him to that depraved, yet intimate goal.
"Why don't you do daddy a favor and show him the sex slave greeting you learned today?" As well as he could remember, he hadn't been taught such a salutation. Thankfully, he recalled that it had been performed a few times during the carnival vacation he'd been taken to. The exact posture was easy to mimic; it was the words that proved difficult since the whole sexual marketplace had been loud enough to make individual conversation nearly impossible to hear.
Somehow he managed it; flipping on hands and knees with his head to the mattress and his ass as high in the air as was possible. Jay looked down between his legs past hanging genitals to the medals and slightly erect and wet clothed crotch of his master. He waggled his buttocks while giving the submissive mare declaration which accompanied this pose: "I offer myself to the noble male so he may take his pleasure of me." He mumbled out, not genuinely saying it. Such an offer felt like a lie unless he could truly sate the stud by giving up his butt for a pounding or two.
When it came to Pahygzes, the white horse behaved as if this was just a nice performance not meant to be taken literally, yet what if Jay had to do it for other horses and they didn't understand that such a gesture was little more than a display of kind faith. Not that it would ever happen, but he certainly had a certain paranoia which it might. Misunderstandings often occurred, and it wasn't as if some of these meat-headed stallions wouldn't take the teasing to be a literal display of consent!
His buttocks gave an involuntary twitch when the master yanked the panties down halfway - just enough to leave him somewhat clothed while leaving his anus exposed. "Don't mind if I do." Pahygzes snickered, dropping his head low and burying that curious sniffing muzzle in the hot squishy flesh of his ass. The smell must have been an effective aphrodisiac since the horse was hard and horny as hell promptly after the erotic exchange. "Good pet. Your unique brand of heat is quite saucy." His stallion mused, groping and squeezing Jay's buttocks in those excited luscidious hands.
The human just wanted to relax and melt, sighing from all the sexy attention from a horny yet compassionate animal. It became easy to lose himself in a flurry of blissful sexual fondling on his bottom, so when it stopped and he felt a sudden heat crawl down his crack, his eyes shot open and looked underneath once more at a giant pair of strawberry balls in a sack and a hard cock that looked ready to breed several mares by the manner in which it anxiously pulsed and bounced from the equine's stoutly loud breathing. More burning drips of pre followed, landing on the skin of his anus with the intensity of fire; smoldering heat sizzling like a brand of ownership.
Jay gave but a soft whimper, still unused to the unusually high body temperature of horses. A moan escaped his lips as a large finger twirled around in the warm juice like a swizzle stick, mixing consecutive fresh loads into the soft yielding flesh like it was a sticky lotion. He found himself grasping the pillow harshly, his hands hurting under the desperate pressure. "Oh fuck!" He squeaked, his body trembling from the unbelievable pleasure of one finger doing an ice skating routine on the outside of his sensitive asshole. When would this delicious agony stop so that he could get mounted!
Then he lost all sense of reality when the finger pushed more firmly and sunk slowly in his bum like it was sinking in quicksand, his mouth wide open and gasping for air as something two inches thick slowly penetrated his tight rings and sunk down to a knuckle twelve inches deep. He became a little dizzy, blood rushing to his head as the finger twitched around inside him and made Jay wonder if this is what it felt like to be a puppet. "I bet you just love having me here, don't you sweets?" Pahygzes wiggled the enormous digit for emphasis and had him dripping helplessly with pre like a spigot thanks to that constant rough contact on his prostate like an ungodly large aneros.
Initially, he was afraid there would be pain or damage but as long as he remained still and let the stud do all the work, it became evident that his master knew what he was doing. A good thing as one wrong twitch or scrape might rip him apart on that unnatural girth on his body. "Bet you're wondering why I'm not finger-plowing your ass yet. Something abnormally soft and tight must be enjoyed slowly. Even if this was my actual cock I'd still linger ever gradually within your depths." Jay bit into the pillow under him as a smooth and polished hoof fingernail delicately scraped on the wall of his colon.
The hair on the horse's digit had been greased to the point that it felt much like slimy seaweed or a paintbrush tickling a masterpiece throughout his bowels. As much as he wanted to ? pleasure, he knew that this was Pahygzes' show and the horse meant to be in control of it all. For the longest time he enjoyed the ride and let the stallion take him wherever was fun. Perhaps such an hour was spent in the wake of this bliss before his master changed it up quite a bit.
As expected, the finger fuck increased in intensity. He almost shot a load in his panties while the horse continued his devastating pace while leaning this heavy presence over his back, a gust of sour grassy breath on his back. Pahygzes chuckled, entirely pleased with Jay's involuntary submissive reactions as he nibbled affectionately on his ear and whispered ever sweetly, "What a nice pet. I got a new outfit for you to try out." His master snickered, finding that amusing as he nipped playfully on the lobe of the human's ear and made himself a horse earring.
Jay found himself moaning uncontrollably to the middle finger reaming, his sensitive buttocks caressed and fondled by the other four digits not occupied by mock sex. "I'd like that daddy." He managed to squeak in reply, shamelessly backing his butt against the invading thick limb with delirious ecstasy lacking any grace or dignity - like a cat in heat.
The master horse caressed his other giant hand against Jay's semi-chubby belly and grazed it slowly down towards the excited wet bulge in the human's panties, squeezed it with two fingers as if ready to be graded like a diamond. "I wonder how badly you need this relief. Beg for it, and I'll help you release your milk like an udder burdened cow." Pahygzes giggles, teasing the small cock by rolling it on his two fingers like a cigarette. "I know you emptied your balls six or so hours ago, but sexual urges are insatiable and never stop."
The stallion was right about that! Despite the indescribable pleasure going on in his ass, an idle and varied fondling on his cock wasn't enough to edge him to that last realm of delicious orgasmic sanctuary. He knew what Pahygzes expected, and lustfully driven mad, the human lost the last bit of his pride and utterly became the equine's sexual servant. "Please make me cum, daddy horse, I can't do it without you!" He found himself whimpering out, desperately trying to orgasm by pounding his hardness into those fingers which were far too clever and agile to let the dominated human have his way.
All activity ceased, making Jay cry out like some sad orphaned animal. "Really? If I do this, you will promise not to masturbate for the rest of your life. Only me or another Eurosian can satisfy those needs." Naturally, Jay was so horny he'd agree to anything. Especially now when his orgasm was frustrated and put to a halt by some ridiculous oath.
"Yes!" He pleaded to his sexy overlord for the tasty bliss to continue so he could fill this pair of lingerie with enough cum that his panties would fall wetly around his ankles in a sudden sticky mess.
A hot tongue came from the left, tickling his cheek and lapping up the salt on his skin with obvious mild enjoyment. "And if I find out you broke your oath, there are corrective ways available to ensure you will only get milked by me, understood?" Now he was truly annoyed, uncertainty flashing through him for what that could possibly mean and how Pahygzes could possibly carry out such a threat.
Despite the enormity of the consequences, he still found it hard to disagree. There wasn't anything stopping him from pleasuring himself if he denied such an offer, but it felt too ? and it wasn't what the horse wanted anyway. Pahygzes wanted total control over him; asking Jay to turn to his master for all his needs as if it were impossible otherwise. It was then that he had insight into his master; Pahygzes wanted Jay to act pretty much as if he had hooves for hands and was in heat every hour of every day. In short, the equine wanted that power that came of being a stallion mated to his feral mare counterpart.
Jay envied that level of absolute sexual authority, but more than that, it made him feel an unrivaled lust for how kinky and domineering it made Pahygzes while maintaining his ownership in such a subtle way. With his high state of arousal he couldn't refuse anyway. "Please!" He squeaked out, his balls shriveling taut in the cold.
Pahygzes snickered, yanking Jay's panties down his thighs in a pool of pink cloth before the horse licked his big hand and wrapped it around the human's cock like a crumping tube. "Now I leave it to you." Then he held his arm steady and awaited Jay's first thrusts, which didn't take more than a second considering the human's lusty impatience.
The slippery fur and unyielding muscle and bone wrapped around his dick was eternal bliss; a sensitivity driven into his male organ from each tingling rub in the amply generous horsefist. "Gawd." He growled, barely able to manage the tickle swirling on the edge of his flesh. He found himself desperately leaning his ass and back into it as he pounded in the hot artificial hole, unable to handle the wait any longer and sped his pounds as a copious amount of pre further greased the entry.
A few times he ended up pausing briefly, the tingle in his sensitive tip too much for him to handle. It wasn't that it would make him cum any faster, it was just a serious distraction from the ultimate pleasure of the act. When he came close, even Pahygzes could tell; apparently quite adept at translating Jay's body movements now. "Now give me your milk." He commanded, wiggling thick fingers along the human's shaft for emphasis. At this point he was only glad to oblige and gasped while his spurting stick filled the awaiting fist with a shallow puddle of his male juices.
Sweat came down his forehead from the exertion of using his master's fuzzy hand for his own lust, but once the deed was done, it was an oath far more sacred than a blood tie. Pahygzes licked the sticky leavings on his ivory slick palm with a wide grin of contentment, ultimately gratified by the amalgamation of the intimate promise between them. "You taste quite sweet for a man." He gave a sulky purr while the sexy angelic horse licked ropey strands of spoo from his fingers a little at a time to truly savor the taste. "Fine like spun sugar." Pahygzes elaborated, finishing the last bit of hot seep with a satisfied slurp.
In a strange way, it gave Jay an unfamiliar pride to be appraised in that manner. Not exactly a human emotion, but more primal as some livestock animal being awarded for something which was their intended role. Was he a cow in this moment? He wasn't sure, but it did seem the case. "I'm glad." He said simply; unable to think of anything more creative to say. For now in this moment, all of the magic was what thoughts remained unspoken between them.
Within one careless instant of passion he had relinquished the last of his independence and lived to love every minute of it. Although everything about the stallion was essentially alien and weird, there were some details which revealed themselves as universal understandings. Sated of all licentious urges by his owner, there was now a queer calm which followed and required some diversion.
It was the horse who offered such a foray by pouncing on the bed with Jay gripped in his arms. Essentially, they were practically spooning if it weren't for the lack of penetration. Iven the horse's size, it was as if he was held in those thick arms as a plush, that hard dripping boner making small trails through his asscrack. Not particularly familiar with gay terminology, Jay recognized this sawing motion through his buttocks as something called "hot dogging". It was probably an appropriate innuendo considering the parts used.
He found himself blushing to the increased sliding and harsh grunts of the stud. Pre had made his ass soggy like a swamp as Pahygzes used his cock lube and the sweat from their bodies to lubricate the passage of his plump sausage. By now the human began to enjoy the heat and friction building against his anus even if the stallion wasn't actually going to push the spire up his virginally tight butt.
His master was soon panting like a wild animal before gasping and blasting Jay's back and tush with several hot squirts of equine mustard; the spiced male odor filling the room like a muggy humid day. Jay closed his eyes and breathed the salty sour smell deep in his body, nearly cumming from that erotic stink floating all over the air and the heat of the sticky juice lingering on his skin like drooling caresses upon the sensitive skin.
A gentle presence hung in front of his face like a specter. When he opened his eyes again, it was one of Pahygzes' hands greeting him with all the fingers soaked in copious drips of horsey cum as though it were plain yogurt. Certainly didn't taste that way as he lunged forth like a hungry animal and suck all the horse juice from those thick tempting digits. It was a strange taste; not particularly salty, but more bitter like a stale coffee mixed with maleness. Fuck he enjoyed it and felt like this good thing they had together could never end.
Bidden as he was by unseen instinct, the human wriggled out of Pahygzes' assertive grip and twisted until in a 69 position and staring at a huge pair of meatballs squished and bulging out of the horse's rigid thighs like two pink orbs dropping from a ceiling in a manner similar to punching bags, though Jay had only the most tender fantasies in mind for those elegant male ornaments. From the way he was positioned those huge nuts looked like bug eyes attached to an elephant's nose.
It took some effort, but he finally had both of those succulent male fruit balanced on his palm and wrist like two round parrots. His other hand slowly stroked them in their loose bag of skin like feeling two of Steinbeck's pearls through a thin protective scrap of warm cloth. Again it proved impossible not to inhale the horse's lovely misty crotch and ass smells once more, the musk driving him wild and causing the human to thrust his cock up against the wet and stale cum covered glands of the stud's still rock hard organ.
Both of the balls twitched and the scrotum was drawn tightly around them as though injected by botox; without the skin draping as before Jay could see more details in their curvy outlines. This also meant Pahygzes lust had been revived and the sexy breeding beast was ready to shoot again. That reaction surprised and filled the human with envy; he was still waiting for his own libido to recover from orgasming right into his master's awaiting hand like some animal kept around for artificial insemination purposes. People used to do something similar with pigs, if he remembered it correctly.
He buried his face in that hot crotch, licking and tasting enthusiastically on the horse nuts and even breathing in the air around that scrotum to fully savor all the succulent male things on the skin of his sensitive nose and lips. The heat from those giant genitals against his body just absolutely drove Jay crazy. Being around this powerful horny male for the rest of his days made the human wonder if he really was secretly gay and in denial beforehand, as those lovely bits of maleness stirred things within him; strange confused and impassioned emotions of such power and seeking only one thing.
As he let out a long appeased sigh, scrumptious tasty horseballs bouncing against him, he quickly became somewhat nervous and apprehensive as Pahygzes grabbed onto both his ankles. "What do we have here? Strange feet for such small animals!" The horse remarked, giving a hint of what Jay might dread.
He could almost imagine the playful grin accompanying that comment, a curious large finger feeling along the soles of both feet and causing an irresistable flair of discomfort while the human flopped around on the bed like a fish in a failed attempt to get loose. The horse held on, enraptured by this new little game. "How cute! Bet I can make you sing for me, too!" Pahygzes snickered, a sparkling delight of diabolic mischief in his soulfully large eyes.
Jay couldn't seem to help himself, but he was kicking and squirming with a certain animated indignity; anything to get his ticklish regions away from that cruel fuzzy beast!
His feet curled in desperation to avoid some of that torture, but when it proved no use, Jay found himself making nasty threats - anything to make the sweet ticklish agony stop. "You hairy bastard! Cut it out or I'll kill you!" He screamed out, trying to catch his breath from all the deep laughing.
While the threat did stop the horse in his tracks, it started to look like he had made an error by the serious tone of the equine's voice. "Making a threat to an imperial officer of the peace carries a severe punishment," Pahygzes remarked, his whole body rigid as though in shock from a physical blow. Now he was regretful and wishing he'd never said it, given the fear of what reprisal might be done to him. "For such an offense, there is only one course of action available." The horse flipped Jay onto his back and stood above him like a grim statue of some vengeful god. Then without any warning whatsoever, he got more of the same as the horse attacked his armpits and tummy with those experienced fingers, putting his big shins against Jay's legs to ensure that escape would be impossible.
The human found himself twisting about like a rag in a breeze, desperately trying to elude the stallion's intentions and doing a shitty job at it. As the abuse continued on, he felt strange tingles travel all through his body. Jay knew what it was but just found it difficult to believe 'why'. All those molesting caresses were actually bringing to the brink of a slowly building but powerful orgasm!
But how could that be? Up to this point, he had assumed all sexual release occurred after intense stimulation to the genitals or anus. This actually threw a learning curve into some of the things he had grossly misunderstood about his own body. Of course, Ehlosians were masters of pleasure; they had millennia to perfect and experiment with sexual exploration. "Bet you're wondering what's going on. Well pretty ... I'm going to make you cum again." What surprised him was not just how easy it was to manipulate his nerves by touch, but the lack of stamina he had to this frantic skittering "massage".
"Please -!" And that was all the time given before his cock came to life without touch and squirted steamy cream all over his belly like pudding. He sighed in the wake of his orgasm, the horse kind enough to stop the teasing. His lungs ached and sweat came down his brow as if running a great distance, but Jay found himself fulfilled and content in a warm blanket of lingering bliss. When his dreamy tired eyes wandered over his pretty stallion's bulging muscles and appealing male details, a thought came unbidden, but welcome regardless: fuck, he loved horses.
A faint chuckle seemed to come forth in response to Jay's expression, the stud giving casual samples of his pre from giant fingertips to the human's open eager lips and slurping tongue, sweet salt musk giving him a renewed virility from concentrated horse hormones. "I know that look. You're lovestruck over me, aren't you?" Hadn't he always been? Perhaps it wasn't obvious on most occasions, but it grew into an easy affection and delirium.
His eyes fell into his master's, a gay jolly rapture of calmness in a sea-like reflection. "Who can resist?" Jay could only offer, a deepening sensation of a soft embrace coming through his wild unspoiled emotions. "To resist only gives sorrow." He admitted. Mankind had a unique love affair with famous horses who had won each different generations' hearts. In this case, the affair was quite literal. No Seabiscuit or Funny Cide hard luck story complicated by millions of faceless admirers. While Pahygzes was no doubt fawned over by countless mares, Jay pretty much had the Noble Lord to himself: a lovely creature seemingly made of wind, love, light, and lust as if an angel with unearthly libido to match.
Jay twisted in the bed, hands clawing desperately at the sheets like a nervous cat. The thought of that glowing pink boner nearly set him into another inescapable wave of lusty hunger. So large and obviously male, yet his own limits served only to tease him. For now, he would just have to find happiness in admiring and playing with it outside of his body. Little did he realize his master had other plans.
He could only watch in disbelief as the horse lost all interest to the point that his cock grew flaccid like a floppy sausage. Then it lost all coherent form as a male instrument until it was sucked back in its storage like a blob of jelly. What was his master's plan? He had to give that some thought as a horse suddenly losing his endowment without warning or not fulfilling his needs with a mare was largely uncommon and unheard of. "Now that we have that out of the way, what do you say we make some love?" Pahygzes offered, which only proved to confuse the human further. How could they have sex if only one of them was erect? Surely such a masculine regal creature did not intend for a human to use his ass!
No, that couldn't be right. He must have misheard what his owner wanted. "Sorry, what you say?" That must be it; the horse must have asked some other inane question and he got it wrong. If it was indeed what Jay had thought, he would go mad. A super sexy conqueror wanting a lowly human to take his ass? It could almost be considered insulting if not absurd, given his grasp of this alien's culture and gender roles.
"I asked if you wanted to make love. Got a carrot in your ear or something?" The large male teased, spinning around in a circle and shaking his giant muscled ass and tail flirtatiously the entire time. He found himself blushing a few times when given peeks at that wrinkly pink little horsey hole. The master was in a more playful mood than normal, but the fact he wanted anal was something that threw Jay for a loop.
If it was true that anal was being offered, Jay had become too docile a slave to claim it. "I don't think I can. It's not my place." He hoped he wasn't being unkind towards his stallion's request. Five or so days with this horse, and he'd been cowed into submission.
Oddly enough, his refusal was met by confusion of all things. "You don't think you can cuddle with your daddy?" Were that all that was going on, the human would love it. What a delicious tempting body that horse had, but he dared not overstep his bounds.
"I like you a great deal, but I don't want to fuck you." Jay declared, finally bold enough to state his intents. That got the horse's attention, but not in the way he expected. Pahygzes seemed somewhat relieved, but now that the matter had been explained, the white beast clearly wanted to better elaborate his proposition. In a way, his ignorance had embarrassed and shamed him further. It was clearly a culture gap, but it didn't make the human feel any better about his "ass"-sumption.
His opinion was met by that same humorful chuckle he'd been accustomed to and those deep placid lovely eyes. "My people's definition of making love is very different from you humans'. I should have explained it better to you, but I thought the slave school had handled the more formal quirks between our peoples. Obviously, this is a topic that requires some redress, I suppose." The large sexy creature licked and nipped lightly on his ear, making the human blush. He risked a glance down at those beautiful male treasures in their bag and was enamored by their unique majesty once again. "Making love is nothing like our taking of a mare. The act is subtle, sensual, and virtually non-sexual aside from fondling some specific areas. In my bed tonight, we share something sacred granted to no other but my wife." The lights were turned off as though by a thought and he was quickly dragged under the thick warm covers with no time to struggle, not that he wanted to fight back such a hunky horse!
In the vague darkness, Jay barely made out the shape of those pretty ears outlined by a dimly glowing painting of a white moon and stars much larger than Earth's. He couldn't figure it out, but it was a peculiar part of their technology; 3-D hologram landscape portraits to match their schedule. He ended up in a spooning position with a huge fuzzy bulk hunched and embraced around his comparatively tiny body as though he were the horse's stuffed animal, compassionate nibbles suckling through his hair like grass as he felt the silky tail wrapped around his ankles in tight fetters of silver passion.
Strangely, the bonds on his feet made him feel like a falcon ensnared to its jesses, though the entrapment was purely accidental and Pahygzes had yet to notice what had occurred aside from likely feeling the end drawn past his shins and hooves. Jay decided it would be better not to spoil this moment by kicking the tangling noose of hair free. This was too special a chance to ruin by moving. Instead, he wanted to linger in the seconds like an eternity of bliss acting as a divide from normalcy.
Besides the tail and the welcoming warmth of that massive body, each hot breath tingling on his neck was a sensual rapture by itself. The situation did well to conjecture a complete floating joy and respite from proud worries and dignity. In this room, in this darkness, all he was: someone for a noble affectionate horse to snuggle like - well, like a lover.
And it was so easy to love him, too! Pahygzes became Jay's whole world and the human would gladly do anything to be in those gentle silken arms, addicted to the sweet musky embrace of stallion as though it were a fond opium. There could be no withdrawal away from this sweet nectar of horselove; he'd sooner kill himself.
His breathing stilled only briefly when steamy thick loins and silky belly fur scraped against his most vulnerable and tender little ass. The bulky muscular presence like an ever invading cocoon around him to solidify a sense of oneness like a masculine womb where he could hear his owner's loud and strong heart like a great drum.
Where his skin and his master touched, he felt muscle under the fluff and hot skin like tough ungiving girders of steel. Considering that his own muscle was saggy and fatlike with softness from lack of use, it was a strange contrast. It also gave him some hint of strength that the aliens had yet to display (Jay hadn't seen the actual invasion so wasn't aware that armored horses took on tanks and bent the cannons with bare hands) and made him shiver in wonder over what the stallion could do.
The strong hands and arms he'd admired now moved themselves to rub around Jay's chest, tweaking his nipples with gentle gropes as though he had breasts. He found himself blushing and moaning, almost embarrassed by this turn of events and appreciation for his flatness. A heavy cheek rested on his face, a thick neck flexing with slow breaths. Jay whimpered, rubbing his face in his master's as soft tickly mane fell over his eyes as though it was his own.
Pahygzes was careful not to crush the human under that heavy long skull, using vivid neck musculature to keep aloft. It was a fond comfort of intimacy while Jay nibbled on the long silver hair and took in the smell of souring apple breath on each relaxed exhale though wide flickering nostrils. So far, things stayed chaste and relatively quiet. He could even easily fall asleep if he weren't so enamored by the lovely passionate beast wrapped around him like a towel with desires.
Big pointy ears occasionally flickered at a noise or a sudden palpitation in Jay's heart. Perhaps curious or concerned, but it was ultimately not necessary to react. That horse had good hearing, he could see. Another reminder why his master was so different than anyone in his life; just another detail building one dreamlike picture difficult to put together unless they had seen the final portrait: a mythological horse.
Everything was just so intoxicating. From the warmth to the horsey stink smell: of sweat and dead skin. A dirty horse smelled far more primal, lusty, and passionate than a clean one. Through the mist of masculine musk, he floated in the joyous loving warmth and sank in the welcoming softness of the pliant living bed made out of some sentient plant like the rest of the ship. In the calm heaven of his master's protection, the only regret in not being able to look into those compassionate sapphire eyes.
Hands went down his ribs to feel around on his stomach and navel, hoof-covered fingertips ever gently scraping and stroking around the skin. He gasped, the stimulation completely unexpected as warm fur and bony hooves massaged into his naked flesh. Deft digits performed a shadowy skittering dance on his tummy like some surreal intimate performance, acting as though they played the human like a guitar, which only made him blush at such an unwelcome visual: horses playing humans like sexual instruments to inspire a rhapsody of orgasm and deep-seated lust.
Only one thing truly managed to break the silence of this sacred chamber. "When you are with me, no bad things will happen." It was a heartfelt oath whispered into his ear from the only thing that mattered. As long as he was in the presence of that sexy majestic creature, he did indeed feel all worries dry away like a bad storm, warmth of a radiating ivory sun chasing the human's fears away. The kind of unmoderated trust he put in Pahygzes would have been incomprehensible to anyone else, but Jay had deciphered the many moods and intrinsic values of horses and one of those was the kind of confidence that their carefree sweet demeanors inspired in others.
Safe: That was probably the best way to describe how it felt to be in the stallion's presence. A strange comfort to be looked after by a guardian horse. Such a soft body flowed against his like a warm wind incarnate. How like the wind this wise creature was! Deliciously rolling on his skin like a summer breeze. While the large body seemed immovable as stone, it was deceptively lithe with bountiful elegance like true equine ballet.
Breathing and exhaling deeply seemed to prolong a thirstful agony. No matter his bliss and rapture in the presence of a god, satisfaction was impossible to maintain. A longing filled him with an unending taint of temptation. What he knew of this great master was a mere sample of what could be brought forth. Jay knew there was more to Pahygzes's generous stream of love; he faced a cruel dehydration never allowing a forsaken urge to fulfill itself much like Tantus.
Finally, he twisted himself about thinking it might fulfill some of his distressful craving for emotional satisfaction with the noble patient being draped around him like a hairy velvet cloak. He found himself staring at the bulging muscle and veins of that precious neck, his testicles absorbing the burning heat from his master's fiery squishy sheathe.
Muscles twitched in sharp little movements in response to the human's curious exploration of the horse's back, side, and thigh with his right hand; fingers wrapped around in ringlets of shaggy soft fur. Jay pressed his face to the pulsing hot neck, feeling the throb of blood as well as the animated telltale thumps of a giant athletic heart. Even at rest, the pounding organ was far from lethargic as it forced a continuous rhythm of life through the equine body. A runner's heart; a thing of restless passions untamed.
While he had been taken as a prisoner to satisfy horses, he felt no greater freedom than in the presence of this so yearning incarnation of a god. "I must have you. I must own you." Jay whispered out, a great need in himself far more potent than any hunger he'd ever known. If Pahygzes were a unicorn or some such thing, the sentiment would be justified but he was a horse; no one more special than any other Ehlosian except for his rare color and rank.
That thought of commoness reminded him of a story he once read in his younger days. About a prince who lives on the moon admiring one single rose, believing it to be the only one in existence. When he goes to Earth and finds out roses are a frequent beauty, he is disheartened thinking that there was nothing special about his own.
The ending of that fable makes an eloquent lesson: If his rose is not the only one in existence, what makes it so special and worth his admiration?
The time he put into raising and taking care of it. By investing himself into that one rose, he made it special and gave it a purpose unique to the others he chanced upon.
He could say the same of his master; so much time and love spent together made their relationship a sanctioned gift that could not be shared or conveyed to any other. It was a divine beautiful thing that a male horse and male human could make love just by sharing their breath, body heat, and dreams. "You owned me the day we met." Pahygzes mused, holding one of those fuzzy hands against Jay's creamy soft buttocks. "If only the others of my kind truly knew what love was. I seem a rare knight amongst them." And that was how Jay would remember his master; a noble and chivalrous rose.