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Blake liked coming to his uncle's farm, ever since he was little. Just like most kids he was curious about all of the animals, but he seemed to gravitate most towards the horses. His uncle kept several work horses and a few riding horses as well, including a few Percherons, Andalusians, and one Shire. Even as he was starting high-school, the young teen still seemed eager to spend time on his uncle's farm, so much perhaps that he had more animal friends than school friends.

It was summer now, so Blake was able to visit every day rather than just once every few weeks. Today the boy was sweeping out the barn when he heard a car driving up the path to the farm. He walked to the barn door holding his broom and watched a white van drive under the wooden arch leading up to the farm house and stop near the front porch. His uncle came out to meet the visitors.

"I wonder if there's, like... some kind of inspection," Blake said to himself, standing there at the door while sweeping some dust and hay out into the grass. One of the men, the driver, got out and approached his uncle to talk. The other two went to the back of the van and pulled out a white box and a large white barrel, which they brought over and set on the porch while Blake's uncle signed some papers. Blake couldn't see exactly what this delivery was, but when the boy looked real close he could tell that the barrel had some kind of symbol on it... Blake blinked a few times and figured he'd just ask Uncle Sam about that later. He went back into the barn to finish sweeping and feed the horses.

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That night, Blake was up in the bedroom he used while visiting, doing some artwork while he waited for his uncle to call him down to dinner. Of course, he was drawing horses again... this time, his favorite subject, his uncle's gray shire colt Fascinus. Out of all the horses on the farm, Fascinus was the most handsome. However, standing at about five feet at the withers he was a little on the small side for a shire, much to his uncle's displeasure.

"Blake! Time to eat!" his uncle called suddenly. Blake put away his sketchbook and got up off his bed, hurrying down the wood floor and stairs to the smell of chili and hotdogs. When he got to the dining room, he saw that his mom and dad were there as well.

"Oh, hi mom and dad," he said cheerily while looking to the food being plated. "What did you come for? I hope I don't have to leave tonight!" he said with a half concerned look.

Blake's dad shook his head and said, "Naw, we just came to bring your brother. He's still scared of horses and we think now is a good time to fix that." Basil, Blake's little brother was standing to the side of his mother and looking at Blake sheepishly. He was about six years younger than Blake, halfway through grade school.

Blake huffed a bit, "Okay... I'll figure something out to help him." His parents smiled and nodded in appreciation, and then they all sat down to eat.

~

After dinner, Uncle Sam was setting up another bed in Blake's room for his brother. Basil stood off to the side, watching and fidgeting. Basil was a very quiet kid. Good at video games and collecting cards and stuff like that, but not an athlete like Blake. He wasn't fat but definitely had a bit more pudge to him too. Blake walked over to him and joshed him on the shoulder in a kind of rough way that brothers do, "Hey, no sleeping in tomorrow. I'm going to show you the animals ok?" Basil gasped a bit nervously and rubbed his shoulder, then nodded quietly to his big brother. It's not like he had any choice in the matter.

Blake's mom came in the room just as Uncle Sam was leaving. "Hey Basil," she said as she strode over holding some large object behind her back. "We got something for you. Hopefully, this will help a little with, you know, getting more comfortable round the horses." Basil blinked and looked up to her with his eyes searching behind her back, before she pulled forward a large chestnut colored horse plush. It had a blonde mane and tail, and was quite big, almost as big as Basil's short 4' frame. Basil looked at the plush kind of cautiously, like he wasn't sure if he liked it or not... or maybe he was considering if he was too old for plushies. "Here... take it honey," mom said as she pushed the plush into Basil's arms. He blushed a little, looking over at Blake, as he took it and tried hugging it a bit, then walked over to his bed to lay down.

"We'll start tomorrow." Blake said to his mom and smiled again, "Probably with the donkeys and goats..." Blake's mom smiled back and nodded. "Thanks," she said and then switched off the light before telling both boys goodnight and heading down the stairs.

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The next day, Blake showed Basil around the farm on his own. On the one hand, he was slightly annoyed at having to take his little brother on a tour, but at the same time, it made the boy feel kind of important and knowledgeable. They checked out the soybean and corn crops, where Blake explained to his curious brother about their uncle's ingenious crop rotation system. From there, they walked over a small hill to the stables and pens. First up were the goats. His uncle had ten Boer goats, seven female and three male. Two of the males were just kids though. The buck, Faris, was in a pen by himself. Faris was a very mild mannered goat and the two boys fed him some scraps from breakfast, and he was more than willing to just stand there letting them pet him all over while he ate.

After visiting with Faris and picking up and playing with the goat kids, the two boys walked around to the entrance to the stable. As soon as they got close though, they heard the sounds of the horses neighing and moving about, and Basil froze up. "Aww come-on, they're in their stalls." Blake said as he practically pushed his little brother into the stable. Basil trembled and fidgeted with his shirt all the way. "Here... You can meet Sandy and Dune first... they're nice donkeys," Blake reassured his brother as they stopped in front of two shorter stalls.

Sandy and Dune were a female and male donkey pair, with chocolate colored coats and big friendly looking eyes. They both stuck their heads over the front of the stall when the boys walked up, swishing their tails excitedly and obviously seeking attention. Blake chuckled and shoved his brother right up to the front of the stall and Basil blushed as Sandy stared at him, then shoved her head right into his neck and nuzzled him and took up his scent. He stood there shaking at first, but after a few friendly nuzzles he realized she was a nice creature and he gave her a little hug around the neck. "There you go. See, and most of the horses will be nice just like them too!" Blake said as he smiled, holding his hands on his hips while watching Basil petting Sandy's ears and smiling warmly himself.

Basil pet over Dune's ears and nose as well for a bit, while Blake took out a brush from next to Sandy's stall and started to brush her coat a little along her back and sides. Sandy stood there sweeping her tail around as she enjoyed the light grooming. "Okay, lets go over near the horses now. You can watch from behind me..." Blake said with a little chuckle as he put the brush away and took Basil's hand, leading him over to the T-intersection in the stable's floor plan which lead to the horse stalls. Just as they got to the corner, Blake heard the sound of a stall being opened and he stopped, holding Basil back.

While Basil stood there behind him trying to peek around his side, Blake glanced round the corner to see his uncle opening Fascinus' stall and leading the colt out, then in the opposite direction of the boys towards what Blake thought was a storage room at the other end of the stable. Once Uncle Sam had Fascinus inside that room, he closed the door... "Hmm..." Blake thought to himself. He'd certainly never seen his uncle take any animals in that room before. Holding Basil's hand securely, he lead his little brother along the path between the stalls towards the room his uncle had disappeared into. Basil seemed relatively compliant at this point, though he held Blake's hand with both of his own as they got half way past the horse stalls. Luckily all the other horses were either outside or eating, so they weren't even noticed.

As the boys approached the door, Blake could tell that it was slightly ajar and he turned to his brother, making a soft "Shhhhh" sound and holding his finger to his mouth. Basil just nodded and smiled nervously. Both boys then peeked into the door opening, and they could see around most of the well lit storage room. It was a large room where most of the tools and equipment for handling the animals was kept. Blake immediately noticed the large white barrel he saw the two men deliver the day before. Now that he was up close, he could see that the symbol on its side was the "biohazard" sign. He blinked and looked slightly concerned... What was his uncle doing with something like that? When he looked back to the center of the room, he could see Fascinus standing there with his white-colored coat showing a bit of sweat sheen to it. Maybe his uncle had been exercising him or something. The shire colt was wearing blinders and standing inside of an enclosure of sorts, like a small wooden fenced area just big enough for the horse to stand in. There was a square metal table which had been rolled underneath him from the side.

"Alright Fascinus, time to take your baseline," Uncle Sam said as he stepped into view, wearing a pair of latex gloves and holding a plastic bottle and a large translucent looking bag of some kind. He set the bag on the table, then turned over the bottle and squirted some clear liquid into his left hand. As soon as he lifted that hand close to Fascinus' head, the colt started to huff and shift around in the enclosure. Then Uncle Sam pressed his hand right over Fascinus' nose and smeared some of the fluid all over the flaring nose, causing Fascinus to try rearing up slightly, though he was still blocked by the enclosure.

Fascinus continued shifting about in a somewhat frustrated fashion for another moment, then he stopped and Blake could see a dark mass beginning to drop down in front of the colt's hind legs. It took the boy a moment to realize it was the colt's cock, then he flushed a bit and considered whether he should let his brother watch this... But Blake was way too curious to take his brother back to the house now. He looked down briefly at Basil, watching the younger boy just looking on with an innocent and similarly curious look to him. Blake bit his lip, then looked back up and watched as his uncle picked up that translucent bag he was holding and started slowly sliding it over the dropping horse shaft, the also latex-like material of the bag stretching over the horse flesh as the colt's extending member flexed up into the bag and Uncle Sam's grasp a few times. Compared to the two boys watching from outside, the colt's shaft was quite large, and Blake blushed and got kind of horny just looking at it writhing about in the air. However, it wasn't all that big for a shire horse and still had some growing to do.

With the condom in place, Uncle Sam started rubbing Fascinus about the flanks and hindlegs while using his other hand to start stroking Fascinus' big cock slowly. Blake gulped a little, watching the big tool jerking up and swaying as it was stroked, the colt huffing again and shifting about some more in his enclosure. Uncle Sam moved his hand off Fascinus' leg to the base of the big shaft, holding it steady while his other hand pumped a little quicker over its latex-covered flesh. Fascinus reacted with a whinny, his hips bucking slightly and causing the black snake to bob around somewhat wildly in their uncle's hands. The hands stroked quicker over the heavy horse-flesh, then suddenly Fascinus whinnied again and his cock started flexing strongly, shooting out thick bursts of fluid into the bag and causing the end to start inflating with the heavy goo, sagging it down with the weight of the horse-cum. Fascinus' climax didn't last too long, and seemed to only fill a modest part of the bag, but it was way more cum than Blake had ever seen before in his life and he was breathing kind of fast and had a stiff tent in his shorts.

Uncle Sam slowly slid the partially filled condom off of Fascinus' cock, then set it on the table and tied it off, before wheeling the table off to the side. "Alright now boy, time to start the treatment." Uncle Sam said while he went off to the side and picked something up. He came back with a feed bag and Blake saw him drop what looked like a large blue jelly pill into the bag, then fix it over Fascinus' head. "That'll do... I'll be back in a bit colt." Uncle Sam said as Fascinus stood calm again, just munching away at the contents of the feed bag. Blake squeezed his brother's hand, then pulled him to the side, into Fascinus' empty stall and indicated 'Shhhh' to him again as they heard Uncle Sam clomping to the storage room door. The two boys hid silently inside the colt's stall until their uncle walked past, on his way out to finish some work in the fields.

Once he was sure their uncle was gone, Blake turned to Basil and said, "Okay... you wait here... Don't follow me, I'll be right back." Basil stood there watching him, silent as usual and just nodded. Leaving his little brother in Fascinus' stall, Blake made his way back out and slowly opened the storage room door, walked in, and shut the door behind him. Fascinus didn't seem to be bothered by the sound, and just stood there continuing to munch his feed. "I wonder what that was all about..." Blake pondered as the boy walked over to the table, spying the inflated condom and the plastic bottle. He picked up the bottle and snickered a little, "Ohhh... mare pheromone..." he said as he nodded in understanding. He put the bottle back down, then walked over to the area his uncle got the feed bag from. Next to a couple other such bags, he saw the white box that had come with the 'biohazard' barrel. "Ohh man, I probably shouldn't look in there, but..." Once again, Blake's curiosity got the better of him and he opened the box, seeing three closed cases inside stacked atop each other. The top case looked to have a simple latch holding it closed, and the boy flicked the latch up and opened the case.

Inside, Blake saw re-sealable bags containing dozens... maybe hundreds of large blue jelly pills looking identical to the one the boy saw his uncle pop into Fascinus' feed bag. Next to the top-most bag was a sheet of paper... instructions of some kind. There was all kind of fine print on the instructions, something about "Equine Fertility Project" and related technical information talking about growth hormones and the like. One passage was blocked off more prominently from everything else though, and said "Warning: Administer only one dose per day, and only three per week!" Blake looked carefully at the jelly pills in one of the bags, then opened the bag and dumped one pill into his hand. It felt almost like a jelly candy, but slightly more firm. "I bet these are supposed to help Fascinus grow bigger..." the boy said while he sniffed at the pill. There was a slight sweet, vanilla flavor to it, likely to make it more appealing as a treat in the feed bag. Blake thought about it a moment, his curiosity creeping up on him again. Sometimes the boy just couldn't control himself when he thought about something too long. He put the other pills away, then walked over to Fascinus with that second pill and, without thinking too much more about it, just popped it right into Fascinus' feed bag. "There ya go boy... This'll probably help" he smiled, happy with himself. Just then, Blake heard a sound behind him and gasped, turning around quickly.

He saw Basil walking over, having slipped into the room to join him. "I thought I told you to wait for me!" he said, then remembered he was supposed to be quiet. He shushed himself and then grabbed Basil by the hand again, "Well... as long as you're in here you might as well meet Fascinus" the boy said as he pulled his brother along close to the front of the shire colt. Blake checked the feed bag, which seemed to be totally empty at this point. He carefully pulled it off Fascinus' head, then set it down on the table next to the cum-bag. "Okay... I'll leave his blinders on for now and you can just pet him okay? Just pet him real gently on his side and you can work your way to the front." Basil blushed a bit and nodded, then cautiously approached the side of the colt. The boy started gingerly at first, carefully petting over Fascinus' side, brushing his digits tenderly through his slightly sweat covered coat. At first, it was going well... but as Basil got closer to the front of the colt, he started shifting around and huffing again, causing the boy to back off.

"Ugh..." Blake shook his head. Then he remembered the bottle... "Hey Basil, I wanna experiment with something. Stand still okay?" He moved the docile boy back round to the front of the enclosed colt, while Basil looked at his big brother with that same unsure look. Blake picked up the bottle of mare pheromones while grabbing another pair of latex gloves from the area near the white box. He walked back over to his brother, putting on the gloves, then squirted some of the fluid in one gloved hand just like he saw his uncle do. He looked at his little brother almost as if the other boy were some kind of test subject. If it worked, maybe his parents would give him a nice reward he thought. Blake set the bottle back on the table, then smeared the fluid around in both gloved hands and walked over to his brother who was keeping one nervous eye on him and one on the big creature in front of him.

Without warning, Blake started rubbing the fluid over his brother's neck and cheeks and shoulders... Basil gasped and looked up at the colt, huffing stronger and trying to rear again. "Shh... watch, I bet this'll make him like you a lot." Blake said and held up his brother's arms, smearing more of the stuff over his arms and hands. He even bent down and rubbed some of it on the younger boy's legs and thighs, under his shorts. Blake grinned, pleased with himself as he stood back up and tossed the gloves in the trash bin. "Okay... now don't move," he said to his brother again. Basil wasn't going anywhere. Obviously, Fascinus could already smell the younger boy... the pheromone laden scent wafting up to the colt as he shuddered and pressed forward against his enclosure right in front of Basil. Once Fascinus realized he couldn't get out of the enclosure, he finally just lowered his head down towards Basil to see him better and started huffing strongly again, breathing in his scent and touching his big nose against the boy's cheek. 'Great, it's working!' Blake thought to himself, reaching up to remove Fascinus' blinders and make it easier for the colt to see. Fascinus gazed at Basil with an intense look in his eyes while flaring his nose and rubbing it up and down over the boy's face and neck... The colt's gaze seemed unusually domineering and the look on Basil's face looked just as intensely submissive. After a moment of fidgeting with his shirt, the younger boy finally lifted his hands up to try petting at Fascinus' mane. The colt reacted nicely, by giving Basil a lick on his throat. Basil relaxed a little bit, then continued stroking over the colt's neck, withers and shoulder.

"See," Blake said smiling, "he likes you! You don't have anything to be afraid of" he said while nodding and patting his brother on the back. Basil blushed a bit and nodded, hugging at Fascinus' sides a little while the colt continued bumping his big nose up and down over the boy's neck and shoulders and dipping into his shirt a bit, continuing to slurp over him with the big tongue and enjoying his scent, smearing his saliva all over the giggling boy. At the same time, the colt had dropped again and that big black shaft of his was bobbing around, up and down beneath his belly while continued slurping. "Okay, we'd better go before Uncle Sam gets back," Blake said and grabbed the feed bag back up, placing it back over Fascinus' head as he pulled Basil away. He put the blinders back on the colt and re-arranged things so they were just as when his uncle left. Then he took his little brother back to the farm house, with Basil blushing and seeming happy after meeting the friendly colt.

~

That night, Basil had a hard time getting to sleep. He was feeling a little extra hot and sweating under his covers, although the air conditioning was on in the house and it was cool inside. The boy kept flipping his pillow over, trying to keep his head cool. Eventually he did fall asleep, but then he had a very strange dream. He looked down at himself in his dream, noticing that he was totally naked, and he was riding on top Fascinus. Although he was riding without a saddle, it felt like a strangely pleasant and gentle ride... his creamy thighs slid across the colt's smooth sheeny coat and his young cock and balls were lightly rolling against the colt's muscle as he clopped along. Eventually, he slid off Fascinus as they neared a river with some flowers alongside. He bent down to pick some flowers, and the colt started licking Basil again, all over this time. He blushed and panted a bit as he woke up, both arms hugging around his large horse plush which he was grinding his crotch against through his undies and night-shirt. He'd never felt like this before. The boy felt tingling all over his crotch and butt, his small parts throbbing a little while he kept them pressed against the plushie and rolled them about some more savoring that sensation.

After a few moments of aimless plushie grinding, the boy just couldn't lay down anymore. He slid out of bed, trembling as pretty much any movement at this ppoint caused his tingling cock and ball flesh to rub against something... his undies, his thighs, bedcovers... it all felt the same. Similarly, the boy's butt was buzzing lightly as the cheeks rubbed together or on the edge of the bed. He quietly slipped into some sneakers, then out the bedroom he shared with his big brother and into the hallway. He wasn't sure exactly where he was going now, but he needed to get outside.

The air outside the cooled house was a bit hot and stuffy. It didn't really help Basil, but instead just made him sweat a little more. He made his way along the path toward the stable, the quiet boy feeling somewhat driven to make it there. It was still dark, and normally he'd be a bit afraid to be outside in the dark like this but, he just kept thinking about that dream as he made his way to the stable and crept in. He retraced his brother's footsteps from the prior evening, all the way to the last stall before the storage room. He could hear strong huffing inside. Fascinus was awake, and probably already smelled the boy outside his stall. Basil found the latch and opened the stall door, somehow feeling determined and unafraid at the moment.

He saw the gray colt, standing right next to the stall door, watching him as the young boy made his way into the stall while blushing and closing the door back up behind him. He was pressing his thighs together now, the tingling feeling like it had gotten worse. He started fidgeting with his night-shirt while watching Fascinus and almost panting. The colt then clopped over towards him, pushing his big nose against the boy's neck and breathing in his scent again. Then there was that big tongue again. It started at the base of the boy's neck, then slurped all the way p under his chin, leaving a trail of saliva which dripped a bit down under the boy's night-shirt. The colt continued, again licking up over each of the boy's cheeks, smearing more of his saliva on him. The boy blushed and panted softly... the buzz between his legs was somehow calming... relaxing... his young butt and boy parts felt a slight wave of euphoria while Fascinus spread his drool over the boy's shoulders and neck and face. The colt's saliva had the slightest hint of vanilla to it, which also made the boy not feel too grossed out by getting smeared with the stuff.

His pounding, aching urges having calmed down, the boy stepped back from Fascinus, away from the door and over towards a nearby hay bale. The colt followed him, constantly nuzzling along his neck and chest. Basil almost spoke up to say something to the colt, but instead the boy just let out a little "ohh." He didn't want to get any more of the colt's saliva on his shirt, so he pulled it off, cooling off a little at the same time. He sat up on the hay bale, his legs hanging over and his hands hanging onto the edge while he looked up at the colt, blushing some more. Now Basil could see that Fascinus had dropped out that big black fleshy pole again. He was amazed by it... wondering how it could be so big, and what it felt like. As if on cue, Fascinus suddenly reared up over the boy, putting his front hooves up onto the haybale behind him so his belly was right in front of him. With that sudden movement, the colt's big black dong swung up and hit Basil right on his bare chest, slapping him lightly, then bobbing up in the other direction and dragging its flare over his shoulders and leaving a trail of some gooey fluid on the boy's skin.

"Ahh..." Basil said softly, looking a little frightened at first, but then he lifted up both small hands to catch the colt's huge dong in his gentle grasp. The flesh felt warm and fat, slightly rubbery. It was hot, throbbing, alive, and so big compared to his small form. Basil blushed and held the big tip of Fascinus' cock right up against his chest, just under his neck, and slowly stroked from the tip to about midway down its length. It jerked again in his hands, causing a cute little gasp from the boy as the flare tip flopped up smacking him on the chin, then bobbed up and down right up against his cheek, swelling bigger against him. Fascinus huffed and stomped one of his hind-hooves demandingly, and Basil took another deep breath... wondering for a moment if he was still dreaming. He didn't think a dream would feel this real though. Remembering what his uncle did, he edged back slightly more, giving himself more room and started pumping both of his hands up and down over the shire colt's heavy flesh, watching it throb and writhe eagerly under his attention. The colt started rocking his haunches in time with the boy's gentle stroking, making his big balls swing back and forth distractingly in front of Basil. The boy let one of his hands reach down to touch the heavy orbs and roll their flesh a bit, but then he returned both hands to Fascinus' veiny cockflesh, feeling it jiggling against him a bit more urgently as the colt huffed and continued rolling his hips in a surprisingly gentle rhythm.

The gooey fluid was starting to splurt out of the colt's cocktip now, not the rich thick stuff but the goop that came right before that. Basil didn't have a condom to put over Fascinus' member like his uncle did, so it just started flinging and sputtering right over the boy's neck and chest and shoulders, drizzling down over his body. The scent was a lot more potent than anything the boy had smelled before, but it had that weird vanilla hint to it just like the colt's saliva. In fact, it smelled kind of... Basil closed his eyes and brought the colt's big flare-tip right up to his mouth and spread his lips over as much of the flesh as he could, experimentally testing the flavor of the flesh and the goop. The flare was too big to all fit in the boy's mouth but he was able to get his lips over the cum-nozzle, his little tongue tracing over and around it while he tried slurping up some of the stuff and nursing on Fascinus' big urethra tip.

The colt slowed his rocking movements, feeling the licking and sucking, while the boy's arms lightly hugged at his shaft and it bobbed lewdly up and down against Basil's pre-smeared chest. Suddenly, Fascinus whinnied and his big nuts started pumping hard, and Basil's cheeks bulged way way out as he took a huge shot of cum right in his mouth, jetting forcefully right down the boy's throat before he could even pull his lips back. The next surge was even harder, and forced Basil's mouth off the fat flare with a loud wet plop, cum splashing between his mouth and the flaretip and showering down over his chest and sides... The boy closed his eyes again, swallowing the slightly vanilla hinted stuff, and then panting while Fascinus continued cumming... again and again and again, the rich stuff painted the boy's cheeks and throat and shoulders, then hosed the rest of his front as it kept on jetting out splashing all over him and running down over his nipples and belly, totally drenching his undies inside and out. It seemed like the colt cummed more than twice the volume he did in the condom, and Basil was practically dripping from head to toe. The boy finally let go of the colt's fat member, letting it slop back down heavily as he sat there still panting. Fascinus climbed down off the haybale, snorting as he looked over the boy sitting there on his hay and painted with his cum. He offered a few more licks over Basil's face, and neck and chest, getting him to gasp and ahh softly here and there. After that brief grooming, the colt just pressed his head against Basil's chest, once again just enjoying the scents... now so much of his own scent along with that other scent he was lusting after.

Basil sat for a while on the hay, hugging on Fascinus' neck and trembling nervously again. He pet the colt's head slowly several more times, petting his nose as well, then he slowly slid off the hay, picking up his shirt and made his way out of the stall, watching as Fascinus followed him to the door and stuck his head over the side, licking the boy a few more times on his head. Basil smiled and rubbed along Fascinus' ears a few more times before he quietly made his way back to the house. He washed himself off before climbing back into bed, then Basil fell back asleep quickly this time.