Wind In Your Mane
Wind in Your Mane
Disclaimer, just the usual: You must be 18 or older to read this story; in some parts, even 21. Characters are (c) Dreamworks Productions, all except the stallion called Flame ;) Flame is (C) Uoikih; me! lol!!
I've looked for stories like this all over, and I can't seem to find one. So, I've taken matters into my own paws, or, in this case, hooves. No, maybe it is paws. . . whatever! Anyways, as I was saying, I've taken it upon myself to write a story involving Spirit and his mate, Rain. Also, the Indian boy Little Creek and a new charrie, the great stallion, Flame. This is a quick, hastily written story I wrote on the spur of the moment. So, if you don't like m/m sex, horse/human sex, or rape, then leave now!!
Without any more talk on my part, here it is, for those of you who like stuff like this: Wind in Your Mane, a fanfic based on the movie 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.'
Spirit hated to be confined, especially in a camp full of humans and strange horses. The wild mustang reared backward, striking out at the thick, high, oaken posts of the corral he was trapped in, but it was all in vain. Snorting and coughing at the dry dust he had stirred up, Spirit shook his mane and squinted up at the sky. Two days ago, he had escaped that accursed place called the 'stockade,' where the horses wore unfamiliar things, objects called 'saddles' and 'bridles' and 'horse shoes.' But, still, with the help of a certain human who called himself Little Creek, the proud young mustang had escaped the brute the 'soldiers' called the Colonel. . . with Little Creek straddling his back. Spirit had secretly planned to lose the boy somewhere and make for his homeland, but the young Indian brave had had different plans. Upon nearing the Indian camp, a beautiful young mare, just about Spirit's age, had trotted out and distracted the stallion so that Little Creek and his friends could put more ropes around his neck and drag him off! Yet, they had been very gentle with him, giving him sweet fruit and corn to eat and talking nicely to him. In the two days that he had been there, Spirit had become accquainted with the young mare, Rain. By his mother's mane, she was beautiful!
Spirit tossed his shiny black mane over the strong curve of his arched neck and trotted to the other side of the corral as two humans approached him, talking in their odd voices. The mustang watched intently as they draped their arms over the fencepoles of his prison. "Hey, mustang!" Spirit snorted and flicked an ear toward the speaker, nostrils flaring. "Are you ready to go out with Rain today?" The wild horse struck a forehoof against the ground, ignoring the brave pointedly, although he understood the question quite well. Every day, about this time, Little Creek would bring Rain by the corral and tie the two horses together by a rope between their necks. Rain would then be allowed to lead Spirit out of the corral and around the village. It was rather humiliating, as the other Indian horses, who roamed freely where they wished, stared at the unlikely couple and some laughed. But, to Spirit, it was worth it to have Rain's slender body next to his. He smiled as he probed the dusty ground for a few kernels of corn or an unseen bite of apple he had missed, but the brave called again, "Mustang! I can ride you!" To this insult, Spirit flung his head up, reared, squealed a challenge, and charged the speaker, ears back, flat teeth bared, eyes wild. The young Indian brave leapt back three feet from the fence, landing on his tailless rump. His friend laughed heartily at him, but screeched with fright and pain when Spirit's teeth grazed his arm. "Ow!" Rearing up, Spirit prepared to mete out terrible revenge on his tormenters. . .
"Hey! Stop!" Spirit turned his head in time to see Rain charging toward him, her eyes fiery with anger, Little Creek straddling her back. The young brave was waving his arms, and shouting, "Great Stallion! Stop! Red Fox! Wolf's Tooth! Get away from there!" Spirit trumpeted another challenge, and brought his hooves down quickly to smash the boys' heads into the ground, but they were not there. Furious, he looked around for them and squealed an angry warning at their retreating backs. He stopped and stepped back from the fence as Little Creek slid from Rain's back and approached. "There, there. It's all right. They won't come back." He held out a friendly hand toward Spirit's muzzle, but the wild mustang laid his ears back and snapped at the extended palm. Rain snorted low in her throat and paced forward to stand behind her boy, her eyes warning Spirit not to harm him. Little Creek slid the gate to the corral open slightly and motioned for Rain to step inside. This she did, and flicked her tail at Spirit's muzzle, stinging his skin with the sharp-ended tresses. Little Creek tied them both together with a length of rope, and then, opening the gate again, smiled as Rain, proud and beautiful, pranced out of the corral, with Spirit tagging along behind her obediently.
Flame lifted his head from the tender young grasses he was sampling as Rain led Spirit into the pasture. The great red stallion, with a mane and tail of jet black, smiled proudly to himself and pranced to Rain's side. "Hello, Rain." The mare tossed her mane. "Hello, Flame." She started to walk past the large red horse, but Flame stepped in her path. "Why, Rain! Aren't you going to stay for a bit?" He flicked an ear in Spirit's direction. "And who might this be?" Without waiting for an answer, Flame shoved his muzzle in Spirit's face and shouldered him backwards, nostrils flaring, head held high. "Oh. You're that wild mustang they brought in a couple of days back. No matter." Turning his back on Spirit, Flame smiled seductively at Rain. "Come. I know a great place for the best shrubs and blossoms. We can. . ." Flame began to nudge Rain in the direction of a shady-looking tree copse, "talk about. . . things." Rain stood her ground, an amused look on her face. "In case you haven't noticed, Flame, I'm kind of. . . tied up at the moment. If you'll excuse me." The mare trotted briskly past her would-be seducer, and Spirit followed, but Flame stepped in front of her again. "Oh, bring him along too! This should be fun!" Rain glared at Flame, and laid her ears back. "You disgust me, Flame." The big red stallion pressed his body against hers. "And you enthrall me, Rain. Come on; let's go." Rain pulled away from him. "No." Flame snorted, shook his head, and stared at her, switching his tail like an annoyed cat. "Tell me that again." Rain pushed her muzzle into his face, her eyes hard. "I--said--no, Flame!" Spirit stumbled as Rain dragged him past Flame, but both horses were suddenly yanked backwards. Flame had grabbed the rope that connected them and reared up. "No horse says no to me!" he squealed from behind a mouthful of leather. Rain reared up as well, and pulled against him. "I say no to you, Flame! Leave me alone!"
Flame leapt forward, still holding on to the rope, and tightened it around Rain's throat. "No, you don't! You're coming with me!" Spirit, standing nearby, tensed as Flame again tried to drag Rain off, but did not interfere, in case this was just a game Rain and Flame played. The mare struggled against the great red stallion, but he was too strong for her, and dragged her along with him. Rain thrashed and squealed as they neared the tree copse, but Flame, grinning wickedly, tightened the rope with a flick of his head and choked off her cries. She sank to her knees, gasping for breath. "Spirit. . . ! Help!" Instantly, the mustang leapt into action. His hooves flashed out and struck Flame a blow to the face, making the red stallion snort with pain and whirl on him. "You stay out of this, pony boy!" Spirit trumpeted a challenge; the urge to fight for this mare, in heat or not, was upon him. He lunged for Flame again, forgetting in his bloodlust that the red stallion had a hold on the rope. Flame leapt back and, using the rope like a cowboy would a bull's nose-ring, twisted the rope and flung Spirit to the ground, choking him. The great red stallion stood over them both, panting and all but snarling with rage. "You've brought this down on yourself, Rain! I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week! And you, you wild bitch of a horse, I'm going to knock the shit out of you once I'm done with Rain!" Kicking Spirit aside, Flame turned his attentions to Rain, who was still on her knees, trying to draw air into her lungs. The stallion moved behind her, and forced her to lift her hindquarters to him. "That's a good little bitch-filly. Now, move your tail."
Spirit dimly heard a voice in his head. Save Rain, it cried. She's about to get raped! Save her! The mustang groaned as he rolled over, and all at once he was faced with Rain's tearstreaked face as Flame lapped eagerly at her dry cunt, tasting her unwillingness. Rage coursed through Spirit, and he began to get to his hooves. Leaning close to Rain, he whispered, "Stall him." The mare nodded slightly, and Spirit heard Flame's snort of anger as her tail tumbled stingingly across his face. "Goddammit, mare, get your fucking tail up!" Spirit rose, gnawed through the fraying rope, and slipped into the trees behind Flame, getting a good glimpse of several scarlet inches of swelling horsemeat and huge dangling balls. The mustang crept closer, a plan beginning to take form in his mind. Despite himself, he was growing aroused by the licking sounds of Flame's tongue upon Rain's dry pussy, the mare's erotic position, and the sight of Flame's hard cock and balls. Spirit's own meat, sleek, black, and glistening with precum, slid from his sheath, startling him and making walking difficult. It slapped against his thighs as he moved, dribbling prejizz, a good twenty-six inches long and three inches thick. Spirit fixed his eyes on the small pucker of an anus that rested just under Flame's swinging tail, and leapt, squealing a challenge.
Rain shrieked as Flame plunged his tongue deep into her, by sheer accident, of course, for he had been driven forward by the force of Spirit's sexual attack. The great red stallion neighed in pain as Spirit buried himself up the hilt in his ass, forced his front half to the ground, and began to pound the shit out of him. Rain leapt to her feet and whirled, gasping at the sight she saw in front of her. Spirit's eyes were hard with angry lust, and he gripped Flame's heaving sides with his strong forelegs as he pumped the great red stallion. Flame was tight, unbearably tight, and so hot within. His anal muscles clamped hard around Spirit's cock as they tried to expel the huge intruder, but Spirit rammed his cock past them, making Flame whinny in pain. Blood began to stain the inside of the red stallion's thighs, and splattered Spirit's balls with red. His muscled thighs slammed against Flame's sore, inflamed rear, and his sac slapped against his victim's own. "You. . . said that you. . . awww. . . were going to knock the shit out. . . out of me, Flame, you fucking bitch! Who's getting. . . fucked now?" Spirit grunted as he pistoned in and out of the red stallion.
Rain whickered low in her throat as her well-licked pussy began to wetten---and not from Flame's saliva, either. The mare was becoming horny at the display before her, and held her tail to one side, letting the breezes that whispered through the trees play across her dripping cunt. Rain tossed her head and tried not to watch Spirit fuck the tar out of Flame, but she couldn't help it. Sticky, tangy juices dripped down the inside of her thighs, just as blood was dripping down Flame's. Spirit smelled her arousal, and smiled to himself. Gripping Flame tighter, he moved faster, ripping through more muscles and enjoying the slick walls of the red stallion's anus rippling around his cock, wet with a mixture of Flame's own blood and Spirit's precum.
Little Creek raced through the field in the darkening night, searching for his horses. "Rain! Great Stallion! Where are you? Rain!" The wind whipped across his face and lifted his thick black hair away from his neck as he ran. "Rain? Rain!" Hearing whinnies and snorts from the direction of the tree copse not far away, Little Creek decided to check there.
Panting, he pushed through the trees. . . and stopped dead! A winking, dripping mare-cunt faced him; Rain's cunt. Little Creek could smell her desperate arousal, and beyond her. . . beyond her, the one he called the Great Stallion was thrusting quickly in and out of the big red stallion Flame, moving with a squelching sound. In spite of a little guilty pang that rushed through him, Little Creek's trousers tented, and he faced Rain's soaking, sparkling pussy once more. He sniffed the air, and drooled slightly at the delicious aroma there. Didn't the village's shaman say that all forms of life were to be made happy? Besides, Rain needed this as much as he did. Placing both hands on Rain's rumpcheeks, Little Creek leant forward and licked at the mare's swollen lips. Rain jumped, whinnied lustfully, and backed up. Little Creek savored the taste on his tongue, and began to lap eagerly at his mare's wet cunt, slithering his tongue up inside of her. Rain squealed as her vaginal muscles clamped down around that tongue. Little Creek worked it along her spasming walls, stroking her rump, and drank in the flowing juices.
Nearby, Spirit was close to coming. His hips slapped against Flame's rump; his cockhead pressed against the red stallion's prostate. Flame hated to admit it, but, all through Spirit's savage ass-fucking of him, his cock had not gone down, and now, with the wild mustang's huge black prick pressing against his prostate, he was about to come. Lustfully, he pushed back into Spirit's groin, startling the mustang for a moment. Flame whickered and moaned like a mare in heat. "Oh, fuck me hard, Spirit! Fuck me!" Spirit did as Flame pleaded, ramming himself to the hilt over and over again in the great red stallion's still-tight ass. Flame whinnied with pleasure and backed to meet his rapist every time Spirit swung inward. Suddenly, with a joint stiffening of balls, a clit, and a series of fierce squeals and whinnies, all three horses and the human boy came; Rain, her vaginal muscles vibrating around Little Creek's tongue, exploded her hot, sticky juices all over his face; Spirit, clasping Flame tightly, erupted gush after gush of hot equine seed into the red stallion, making him his bitch; Flame, loving the feel of Spirit's flaming hot cum flowing through his bowels, shot off his fiery load of balljuice into the grass under him; Little Creek, who had slipped one hand below the waistband of his trousers and jacked off furiously, came into his pants and loincloth, staining his clothing.
As Spirit pulled out of Flame, allowing a gush of horse jizz to spill out of Flame's well-used ass, Rain turned to see who had given her the much-needed release she had longed for. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Little Creek standing there, licking her feminine juices and creams from his face. The mare stepped back, but the young Indian brave threw his arms around her neck and pressed his mouth to her muzzlelips. Rain was shocked, but then she remembered a human couple she had seen standing mouth-to-mouth inside their home, and realized that they had enjoyed it. She remembered it was called a 'kiss.' Little Creek obviously enjoyed 'kissing' her, and Rain began to like it, too. She responded with breath tasting of sweet grass and wildflowers, and Little Creek's tongue ran along her tongue and the bottom of her teeth, allowing her to taste herself on him. The mare mimicked her boy, rolling her long equine tongue around in his mouth, as well as tasting her juices all over his gums and teeth. When finally they pulled away, they each could see the uncertainty and lust in each other's eyes, and knew what the other wanted. Little Creek yanked his clothes off and lay down on his back in the cool grass, his young shaft jutting up toward Rain's nose. The mare sniffed at it, inhaling his human male musk, which was only slightly different from a male horse's own, to her nose, and licked at the smooth flesh. Little Creek shivered in delight. Rain lapped gently at the human meat, tasting it, feeling it, knowing it. Her slender muzzle nosed lower, and her lips pressed against his balls, making the young Indian brave moan with pleasure. Her tongue licked over them, and then she nibbled at the silky flesh. Rain could smell her boy's arousal, and licked up the side of his shaft gingerly. His next move surprised her. Little Creek, unable to take her innocent teasing any longer, grabbed the sides of her muzzle, worked her mouth open gently, and brought it down over his cock. Rain flicked an ear at him, bewildered by his odd move, but he obviously wanted her to keep her mouth there, and so she did. Rain found that this was an excellent way to taste Little Creek further, and so ran her tongue along the smooth flesh and felt at the tiny slit at the top. The boy moaned and thrust his hips toward her mouth. Rain grinned inwardly, and began to slowly work her mouth upon him, hearing, tasting, feeling, smelling, and seeing his arousal. When the first few drops of precum dribbled into her mouth, Rain stopped for a moment, savoring them, and liking the taste. She began to work over her boy again, enjoying his moans and drinking in his pre eagerly.
Spirit looked down at his still hard cock and moved to Flame's front. "Since you enjoyed me fucking you so much, you can clean me up." He pressed his wet cock against the great red stallion's muzzle. Flame eagerly took the organ into his mouth, running his tongue over its underside and inhaling Spirit's musk. The wild mustang moaned as Flame's suddenly skillful tongue worked upon him, cleaning every bit of bloody cum from his slick black member, and rolled his hips toward the mouth. Flame avidly suckled on Spirit's prick, but the mustang pulled away before he came. Turning, Spirit was shocked to see Rain sucking Little Creek off, but they both seemed to enjoy it, and it aroused him. "Come on, Flame. Let's go see this human." The two stallions stood over Little Creek, smiling down into his sweaty face as he received oral treatment from Rain. The boy gazed up at them and stiffened as the stallions' muzzles descended. . . to mouth his nipples gently. "Ahhhh!" Little Creek thrust his cock into Rain's mouth and moaned as Spirit and Flame suckled on his nipples expertly, making them harden and glisten with saliva. Little Creek could feel and taste and smell and hear and see nothing but his arousal and that of the three horses that stood over him. He shot his load off into Rain's mouth in seven bursts of hot cum, making the startled mare jerk her head up, wondering at the white stuff that had just coated her face, but when Spirit left off suckling Little Creek's left nipple and began to lick the boy's seed from her face, she turned her attentions to him. Little Creek, in the wild throes of his orgasm, saw nothing but horses around him, and when a heavy horsecock dropped down into his face, he did not hesitate to take it in his mouth and begin sucking.
Spirit nuzzled against Rain and whickered into her ears. Whinnying back, the mare turned and backed into him, wanting more than anything else to have that huge, uncut, black piece of horseflesh sunk deep into her dripping cunt. The mustang eagerly gave her what she wanted; mounting her, he thrust once, with all of his mighty virility behind the stroke, and sank himself up the root in her tight, massaging pussy. The two squealed together, moved together. Flame, groaning as he rolled his hips toward Little Creek's mouth, saw Spirit's tightly puckered asshole and flicked out his tongue to lick at it. Spirit whinnied with delight and pleasure as he pumped Rain hard. While Flame rimmed Spirit, Little Creek handled the great red stallion's twenty-five inches of prime horsemeat. Licking and sucking it, he massaged Flame's swollen balls playfully. Taking as much of the horse's prick into his mouth as he could---ten inches---he swallowed and gave Flame a tight sqeeze, milking a gush of precum from him.
Rain squealed and bucked back to meet her love's thrusts as he pounded her, his huge cock bumping her clit at every. Her juices splashed his member, and his pre slicked her tunnel well. Spirit groaned from double pleasure as Rain's cunt massaged him and Flame's tongue rimmed him. The orgy continued, but soon one would have to come. . .
It was Little Creek. Jerking himself and sucking Flame off frantically, he rolled his hips up once and shot his load off, all over Flame's underbelly. The great red stallion came next, pumping huge, thick ropes of cum down the human boy's gullet and all over his chest and face. Rain, loving the feel of that huge cock pumping her furiously, climaxed third, exploding her juices all over Spirit's huge cock that was buried in her. And, the truly dominant stallion over them all eruputed last, flooding Rain with no less than a gallon of hot, sticky, white cum. The four collapsed for a moment, panting and grinning; then Spirit pulled out of Rain, nuzzled her neck, and approached Little Creek. Lying down on his side, he invited the boy with a whicker to come and feast on his still-hard prick, while he tasted human meat for the first time. Rain straddled Flame, facing away from his face, and took his cock into her mouth. Flame pressed his muzzle against her messy cunt and licked into it, cleaning Spirit's cum off the mare's nether-lips and moaning as her tongue worked over him. Spirit licked at the boy's cock curiously, just as Rain had, nibbled at Little Creek's balls, and then took the brave into his mouth. Little Creek, feeling very honored that Spirit should chose him to suck him off, licked at the top of the mustang's cock and ran his tongue around the crown of it. Spirit nuzzled Little Creek's ballsac and lapped at the beads of pre that were forming at the top; then took the boy in his mouth again and went down on him until his muzzle bumped the patch of wiry black pubic hair at its base.
Rain lapped and sucked avidly at Flame's cock, whickering as he slithered his tongue deep into her, and tasting the horse's semi-bitter precum as it dribbled into her mouth. She had liked Little Creek's better, and she had not tasted Spirit's yet, but was sure she would before the night was over. Flame was in heaven as Rain's cunt juices dripped down into his mouth. He licked eagerly at her, coating her with his saliva. All that could be heard for a while was the lapping and sucking at cocks, the whickers, whinnies, squeals, and moans as one creature hit a sensitive spot of another, and over all, the heavy smell of sex lay. The four came simultaneously, hitting each other with shots of cum and feminine juices, which four hungry tongues eagerly lapped up. And then, it was time for Little Creek's first cock. . .
Spirit, his cock well lubed with cum and saliva, mounted Little Creek carefully, but placed his forelegs on either side of the young Indian brave's body, as not to smash the human into the ground. Little Creek did not move as Spirit pressed inside of him, slowly, slowly. Nearby, Flame and Rain were watching. The boy sobbed for breath as the massive prick inside of him moved slowly deeper. The boy put a hand to his aching stomach, and gasped. There was a huge lump jutting out where Spirit's cock was, due to the stallion's thickness and length. Spirit gritted his teeth at the intense tightness of the young Indian brave's ass and sank deeper. Little Creek moaned as that huge cock pressed up against his prostate, milking a jolt of precum from him, and backed into the stallion's dangling balls and warm groin. "Ohhh, Great Stallion. . .! Mmmmm. . . fuck. . me!" Spirit was surprised at Little Creek's sudden willingness to be mated, and, enjoying the boy's tightness, friction, and heat as he moaned like a bitch, rolled his hips inward and buried himself in the brave. Little Creek gasped as the stallion's huge dick moved past his prostate and sank deeper into his body, and groaned as Spirit began to remove himself, inch by glorious inch, copious amounts of prejism dribbling into the boy and slicking him up well for harder thrusting later. Rain whickered gently at Spirit, aroused almost the the point of climax by the sight of her lover fucking her boy. The wild mustang whinnied back, a sound that became a groan as Little Creek, feeling the stallion's cock slide almost all the way out of him, bucked back and took all twenty-six inches into his body. Spirit whinnied in delighted pleasure and began a fast rhythm of fucking the Indian brave, rolling his hips forward so that they slapped Little Creek's rump and his sac smacked the boy's.
Flame, not daring to mount Spirit's mare, knelt and rubbed his painfully hard length on the grass under him. Rain, shaking as she teetered on the very brink of orgasm, rubbed her tail across her soaking pussy, giving herself a little relief, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Spirit was pumping Little Creek hard now; the brave was taking all twenty-six thick black inches of his horseprick easily and moaning for more. The stallion whinnied as his second bitch's anal sphincter contracted with orgasm, clamping down on his cock and giving him the pressure he needed to come. Little Creek gasped and moaned as Spirit filled him with what seemed and felt like gallons of horsecum, pumping him full of it. His own cock twitched and he spasmed out his seed into the grass, inhaling male musk, female juices, and the heavy smell of sex. Spirit gasped and whickered low in his throat as he pulled himself from Little Creek's deflowered anus, his cock still hard and messy with a mix of blood and cum. The Indian brave panted as he rose to his feet, Spirit's cum flowing out over his balls and down the backs of his legs. Rain knelt, shaking, nearby, unfullfilled and wanting release so bad. Without hesitation, Spirit pulled her into a 69 postion upon him, and began to lick and suck eagerly at her pulsing cunt as Rain cleaned his cock off, loving the taste of Little Creek's virgin blood and Spirit's cum mixed together. The boy looked around for Flame, who was also unsatisfied, and just about screamed as another huge horsecock plunged into him. It was Flame this time, happily fucking the shit out of Little Creek, pumping him hard, and, as the boy's anal muscles clamped down on him, filled the brave with more hot cum. Left gasping for breath on the ground, Little Creek felt himself being rolled over, and when a warm mouth descended onto his cock, he moaned and thrust upward into Flame's mouth with a jolt of salty-sweet precum.
Rain whinnied and finally came, sucking eagerly on Spirit's cock. The wild mustang lapped her creamy juices off of his face, cleaned her cunt, and rose to his hooves. Both horses grinned as they saw Little Creek receiving treatment from Flame, whose cock still hung, hard and unsheathed, between his thighs. Spirit, smiling wickedly, knocked Flame's tail aside with a flick of his muzzle and began to lick at the well-used asshole, cleaning it of his own drying cum. Rain moved to Little Creek's front and pressed her muzzle to his, kissing him passionately in the way of his species. The boy kissed her back, groaning into her mouth as Flame's tongue worked over the underbelly of his cock. Spirit lapped away at the great red stallion's contracting asshole, then moved lower to nibble and lick at the dangling orbs that hung between Flame's thighs. The red horse whinnied and sucked harder at Little Creek's smooth brown prick. Soon, Rain's suckling at his mouth, neck, and nipples, and Flame's sucking of his cock became too much for Little Creek. With a groan, he climaxed into Flame's mouth, shooting the last shots of cum his spent balls could spare up into that equine mouth. Spirit licked across Flame's ballsac, making the red stallion quiver and come, coating Little Creek's legs and lower body with thick ropes of horsecum. A couple of shots even caught the boy in the face! Nonetheless, Rain helped Little Creek to lick it off and Flame drank in the Indian's cum before backing away. The three horses looked at each other, and at the boy. So far, he had tasted their juices and cum, been fucked by both stallions, but had not felt the true pleasure of sinking his cock into a tight hole. As if there was an unspoken agreement between them, Rain turned around, backed into him, and knelt, holding her tail aside. Little Creek needed no more bidding, and, rubbing the head of himself across her wet pussyfolds for a moment, sank himself to the hilt in her. The mare whinnied with pleasure and backed to meet his avid thrusts. Little Creek moaned and plunged into her warm well, his cock so painfully hard it hurt when her slick walls rippled around him and massaged him teasingly. He pulled out about three inches of his eight-inch length, and then rammed back inside. His balls swelled with fresh seed, and as he dripped precum into her deep, wet tunnel, he was aware of twin tongues lapping at his asshole, cleaning him of dried blood and spilled cum. Grabbing Rain's thighs, Little Creek pumped himself in and out of the mare, groaning as Spirit and Flame rimmed him eagerly. It was all too much for the boy. With a mighty war whoop, he came, spilling himself into Rain, whose body drank it in happily and lovingly. The brave lay his head upon her back for a moment before pulling out, moaning once more as she squeezed him with her cunt muscles playfully. Spirit and Flame snorted and whickered at him, pointing at the sky with their muzzles. Dawn had come. It was time to go home.
The village was waiting for him when he returned, leading Spirit, Rain, and Flame behind him. . . without a single rope on their bodies. He smiled, and returned their waves, but no one seemed to notice the single gleaming spot of horsecum that rested on his cheek. And when Spirit nipped at his ass playfully, Little Creek understood. No one would ever know about the special bond of love that had formed between him, Spirit, Rain, and Flame that night in the tree copse. And no one ever did.
The End