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"Status report?"

"Nothing on the scopes lieutenant. All indications are nominal. All barrier probes reporting systems online."

"What is the current ETA on the next supply shuttle?"

"It is scheduled to come out of hyperjump at 22:15 tomorrow Terran standard sir."

Well, another boring watch completed at least. The trouble with being in the interstellar marines these days was that it wasn't even like the old stories on hyperwave. Life wasn't long periods of intense boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror. It was long periods of intense boredom punctuated by moments where the boredom was so soul crushing you lost the will to live. There were days I was tempted to explore the airless planetary surface without a suit for something exciting to do but professionalism dies hard in a marine. Instead I jacked off a lot.

"I will call you as always if anything listed in standing orders occurs lieutenant but for now it looks like another normal day on Vicronin 3."

"Thanks Kannick. Enjoy the evening men. Sunset should be spectacular at least." Both suns were aligned for the first time since I had been there, the smaller dwarf in front of the larger yellow primary. It was worth looking at, or so my predecessor had said. He had shared precious few useful pieces of information in the handover briefing. When I asked about the men, all he did was snort and say, "You'll see. Damned freakshow."

A chorus of "yes sir!" followed me out of the control centre. Men; amazing how the old terms still held on in these more nuanced times. I guess there wasn't a better term for it. Stallions? Horses? The corps liked to be a big old family, one for all and all for one, so it wouldn't do to get into species specifics. "Men" was a nice catch all. Except of course they weren't, not in the old sense.

I had almost refused when my C.O. called me into his office and told me about the assignment. I had put in for consideration for promotion to Captain, a slightly arrogant move for a 22 year old lieutenant not long out of the academy, but I was nothing if not ambitious. He had been supportive but noncommittal. I needed more command experience, and more deep space experience to be considered this young. There was only really one way to get both easily as a junior lieutenant, and I was prepared to consider a posting to one of the small deep space monitoring stations as a means to an end.

Trouble was, I also knew what it might mean, and sure enough my personal roulette wheel came up double zero as fucking always, or so I thought. I was an idiot then, I know.

Ever since mankind had reached out to the stars, he had known that his physical limitations might hold him back in the harsh expanse of space. The early genetic experiments had been mostly successful, and created a variety of hybrid races designed as man's perfect companions and servants in his mission to colonise the galaxy. Stronger and more resilient, but less human. Entirely too human still if you had asked me then.

And so it had come as no surprise to find my unit for this deployment would contain anthros; they were favoured for these postings out on the periphery. It was another thing entirely to find out the entire unit was made up of them. Equines, every last motherfucking one. An entire herd. Even as they had bred perfect anthro horses, they still hadn't bred out there essential horsiness it seemed; they needed to be surrounded by their own kind just like their wild ancestors now sadly almost extinct on Old Earth.

Ever since the do-gooders of a century ago had succeeded in obtaining full citizenship rights for anthros, the companion races had bred and multiplied as loyal citizens of the Confederation. A lot had gone into the military; it seemed their reason for existing in the first place still exerted a pull on their species. Emancipation hadn't changed everything however, at least not yet. They weren't quite trusted; otherwise there wouldn't be a lone human officer in charge of a unit of 20 equines.

I headed for the needle shower, enjoying the privileges of rank as I luxuriated for two whole minutes under the warm soothing mist of real water. The men got 60 seconds every second day. It was one of the things that made this deployment hard to take at times. The barracks smelled so strong, that indescribable barnyard smell of partly washed sweating horse. There were other smells too, more evocative ones.

As I enjoyed the last minute of blessed indulgence, I reflected on my early days in the station. I had started using one of the bunks in the main barracks room, determined to be one of the guys, but it hadn't lasted long. Pretty much the first night had been too much and I had retreated to the safety of the commander's room, my bunk a welcome escape from the full on immersion in "the herd".

The men not on watch had been jovial, even considerate, wishing me a happy night and good sleep with that heavy grin that always seemed to cover the muzzles of these guys. I had settled in for a much needed rest, having not slept for 24 hours since coming on planet.

My rest didn't last long though, as I woke to a huge range of sounds, loud dick hardening sounds. Opening my eyes slightly, I had been confronted by the sight of a dozen equine studs engaged in more wild sex than I had ever seen in one place and one time before. Threesomes, couples, interested spectators slowly jacking the biggest cocks I had ever seen in real life. I just stared, eyes full of awesome hardon inducing sights as these strange horsey noises, whinnies and nickers, echoed round the room along with deep guttural moans and cries while muscled stallions mounted and fucked each other.

My Sergeant, Rikan, had looked over at me then, nostrils flaring as he drank in the scents and gave me a big sexy wink. The big shire stallion was balls deep in one of the troopers, a little Welsh pony, while the unit corporal had his muzzle buried in the Sergeant's ass.

"Always room for one more lieutenant."

Then the smell hit me, equine musk and seed. God it was rich, like bathing in chocolatey sex. My cock instantly hit complete erection and I almost choked out a yes before I remembered myself. I was the commander, I had to keep a distance here. Plus, something about the equines was holding me back. If I was honest, I was intimidated. Even the smallest was taller than me, and all were massively bigger where it counted. I was fascinated, and a little appalled. I had sampled plenty of anthro porn in my younger days like most curious teens, and equines had always attracted me. I had dreamed of being filled but those enormous cocks, pounded into a whimpering puddle but the reality was another thing. It wouldn't do to give in to those desires, not here, not now.

Instead I had shaken my head as my Sergeant gave a sorrowful sigh, and headed off to the commander's personal quarters. Flopping down on the lonely bunk, I had run the movie in my mind, the wild hard rutting of the stallions. Their carefree play, unrestrained loving and pleasuring, filled my mind as I groaned out a curse and gripped my aching cock jacking out a mother lode of jizz to splash the bulkhead behind me. Two more rapid ejaculations later I was finally ready to sleep again, the rhythmic thrust of muscled stallion hips soothing me off to the land of nod.

I had thought about doing something to stop the nightly high jinx, but in truth I had no good reason to. The corps had a fairly relaxed attitude to intra unit sex, as long as it didn't interfere with discipline, especially out here on the lonely periphery of explored space. The guys seemed to use their loving as a way of reinforcing their bonds as well as seeking some pleasure, and the unit was as close and efficient as any I had experienced. If I was being honest, I was mostly jealous.

I shut off the needle shower, moving to the air drier as I dropped my uniform in the auto laundry chute. My cock was hard as a rock, the memories making me needy as usual. The hot air tickled my balls, making the end of my cock flare just a little wider, a single drop of pre oozing from the slit. Cursing under my breath, I pulled on my regulation boxers and t-shirt, and headed out to the barracks room and the safety of my private quarters beyond.

The night's activities had started I could see, almost as soon as I came through the door. I stood, like a deer in the headlights as the scene unfolded for my eyes, reflecting on the changes in me over the intervening months. Where I had first seen them mostly as sex obsessed non humans, and dismissed them while being fascinated, now I saw them as my guys, my brothers. I had learned their ways as much as I could. Now I envied them, and admired them, but it was too late to bridge the gap. Instead I watched, experiencing their ways vicariously as tonight.

Trooper Brekkan, a big roan stallion, was laid on his back on one of the tables. It must be a special night for him or something, because he had several of the other studs servicing him at once. Faerbran, the Welsh pony I had first seen being mounted by the Sergeant all those nights ago, and smallest of the guys, was squatting over the roan stud's muzzle, his loud groans and cries partly muffled as he bit his lips while Brekkan tongued out his ass. The pony had his fingertips working, pinching and playing with the roan's nipples which glistened in the half light with saliva.

Two more troopers held Brekkan's legs high, each caressing the muscled thighs of the roan stallion as a third knelt between them giving him a long loving rimming. That was sergeant Rikan, the bulky shire stallion intent on his task and not seeing his lieutenant staring at the spectacle. Finally, Corporal Martam had knelt beside the group, and was leaning in to suckle on Brekkan's massive endowment. A constant flood of pleasured whinnies was issuing from beneath the pony's ass as the aroused roan stud gave voice to his appreciation.

Finally Rikan knelt back, his fingers sliding into the clenching tailhole before him, and turned his head to me while his nostrils flared as if picking me up on scent radar. He gave a slow grin, ears flicking in amusement and arousal.

"Care to join us lieutenant? It's trooper Brekkan's foaling day and he gets special treatment."

I saw the grin widen even further, the deep brown eyes zeroing in on my groin. Looking down I could see my boxers tenting out obscenely, a spreading dark patch of precum leaving no one in any doubt as to my arousal. Mumbling a definite no I shuffled past the scene, the shire stallion's gaze never leaving me as I headed for my room.

Throwing myself on the bed, I gave a long frustrated cry of anguish, gripping my cock through the coarse fabric. I was going insane here, there was no denying it. Knowing I had to do something, but as usual unsure what that would be, I settled in for my nightly stress relief. It was wrong I knew, but command has its privileges.

Pulling the system monitor from its normal position by my bed, I lined it up perfectly so I could watch it in a comfortable position. The commander could monitor any online system from here, so he could always know and assess immediately any situation facing the base without having to get to main control. Saving time could save lives; in this case it had been saving my balls from exploding.

"Monitor camera 16 C on screen"

The computer did its job perfectly, and without asking why which was one of the reasons I liked computers. They didn't ask your motives. They just did.

The screen cleared to an image of the barracks room I had just left. It was still fairly dark, the action a little indistinct.

"Light enhance by three"

The image popped up nicely now, though a little small still. Hmmm.....

"Isolate 23/74 and zoom in"

The system hastened to obey, cropping the desired section and zooming in while adjusting the resolution to compensate. Bullseye......

I had a perfect view now, as I had managed to do most nights. It looked like my timing was perfect too, the studs having warmed up for the main event. Rikan was standing now, his hands cupping Brekkan's ass cheeks as he lined up his massive horse cock with the trooper's well sucked donut. His tail flicked casually for a moment, the thick pulsing flare against its target, before he strained his hips and slid inside the big roan.

I could hear the whinny from my room, muffled by the walls but still distinct. Hard won experience meant I could make out every piece of information in its musical song now. Pain, I could see that in Brekkan's body too. Stallions couldn't avoid some it seemed when they mated, their flat headed cocks not designed for easy entry. Pleasure too though, and lust, and belonging. I could recognise the special herd whinny now after a few months, the whinny of belonging that all the studs in the unit shared. They used it in greeting, when supporting one of their mates. They used it too when they mated. Brekkan was screaming it out now, each new thrust from the sergeant driving deeper inside as Rikan claimed his mate for the evening.

A chorus of whinnies rose in response, as all the stallions in the barracks shared in the moment. They were all watching, some in shot and some not, as their herd mate received his due from cock and tongue and muzzle and fingers. Rikan began thrusting harder, heavy hips moving at speed as he used full length thrusts to fill the roan stallion. Corporal Martam worked his cock hard, muzzle sliding up and down the throbbing mottled shaft while coarse hooved fingertips played with Brekkan's fat balls. The little Welsh pony had his cock fully extended and buried in Brekkan's muzzle now, sitting up on the roan stallions face while two more studs stood behind him off the table, fondling his nipples and suckling on his neck. Finally, Brekkan had his hands around the straining cockshafts of the two troopers who were holding his legs up, their fingertips playing with the inside of his thighs.

When the end came it was like a cascade of orgasms that rode through the group. Faerbran went first, his face breaking into a grimace and a loud whinny straining from his muzzle as he unloaded into Brekkan's muzzle. Then the two holding his legs went next, each spraying the roan with torrents of thick horse jizz that seemed to almost sparkle in the enhanced light of the monitor camera. That proved too much for Sergeant Rikan, who flagged his tail hard and let out the loudest screaming whinny of them all as his shaft pulsed a heavy load into the ravished tailhole of the trooper. Finally, Brekkan's pleasure peaked and he let out his own cry of release around the pony's softening cock as the Corporal gulped down his load.

They all held their positions after, panting and manes shaking, enjoying the afterglow of a shattering group cum. I realised I was panting too, my cock still hard even though I had fired my own salute to the stud action, spraying my jizz high in the air to return in viscous drops to my chest like the outpourings of a cum geyser. Absently I rubbed two fingertips in one of the puddles on my abdomen, wondering what horse seed would feel like.

I was about to return to watching, as the stallions changed places for more. Rikan pulled out slowly, his still flared end spreading the roan's pucker wide on the way out followed by a torrent of horse cum that spread over Brekkan's tail and dripped to the floor. The Corporal took his place, kneeling to lap up the spilt seed of his sergeant, before licking the abused tailhole in preparation for more rutting.

I wanted more, and my cock ached like a demon, but something weighed on my mind. As Martam took his turn entering the trooper, I switched off, returning the screen to a general systems summary before turning out the light. The jealousy and loneliness that had been building was threatening to overwhelm me, and I knew from experience that was a bad place to go. Sleep was better, even sleep with blue balls and an aching hard cock. I knew I had to do something, and maybe even the unthinkable. Asking for a transfer seemed like such a failure, but I was running out of options.

The soft knock at my door had me instantly awake. I quickly scanned the systems summary on the monitor, looking for any indication of an alert. Nothing stood out though. Checking the time, it seemed I had been asleep for maybe three hours. Enough sleep to feel a little better, though my cock was still painfully hard I had to admit.

The knock returned, this time with a voice.

"Lieutenant. Sir. It's trooper Faerbran, I need to see you. I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but it is urgent. Can I come in?"

One of the things I always prided myself on as a commander was my approachability. It was hard enough getting these tight knit equines to come and see me when they had issues or concerns, I had no chance getting them to trust me if I sent them away when they did. So I maintained an open door policy, any time, on the understanding it was not to be abused. Faerbran was such a quiet and good natured trooper, he was one of the last I expected to come and see me. If he was here, now, it must be important.

"Just give me a moment trooper."

I pulled on my boxers and t-shirt, padding gingerly on a cold floor to open the door. Faerbran was in his boxers but otherwise naked, and I stood a moment taking in his form before waving him inside. He was my favourite I had to admit. So cute and yet still a stud, just taller than me and stockily built. Watching him facesitting Brekkan tonight had given me all sorts of bad ideas.

He had a soft looking chocolate brown coat, golden mane and tail, and a white blaze at his muzzle as well as white socks on his fetlocks. He habitually had this grin, part cheeky and part respectful, and he had it now though his ears betrayed a degree of uncertainty. I had learned to read ears, and tails and nickers and whinnies and the whole myriad of equine communications.

"well, what is it Faerbran?"

"Sir...ah...I have a problem. I'm concerned for one of the unit, and I hoped you could help me."

Unusual, the equines usually seemed pretty good at sorting out their welfare issues amongst themselves. I felt a small stirring of pride that the pony would come to me, as well as a stirring of something else watching him standing there in his boxers. Bad lieutenant...behave.

"What seems to be the problem trooper?"

"Well one of the guys is lonely and a bit isolated. We have all talked about it, but we don't know what to do. We are all worried you see, when someone in your herd is troubled the whole herd feels it. We don't want to lose him, but we are afraid he might want to leave."

"Have you considered talking to the soldier in question? Maybe talk to your sergeant and get him to talk to him; Rikan is an experienced nco and he is good at this sort of thing."

"I did talk to Sarge Sir. He told me that I needed to talk to the herd member myself, that I might have a better chance of success."

"Ok, possible perhaps. You are the sweetest one in the unit Faerbran, I can't imagine anyone not liking you. Who is the soldier if I may ask?"

I looked up at him again, and saw his look of genuine pleasure at my words. His smile filled the room, and his eyes twinkled before he shyly hid behind his forelock of golden mane for a moment. The cheeky twinkle returned though, as he blew the offending lock of mane from his eyes with a quick snort and moved a pace closer. Stopping three paces from where I sat on my bunk, he gave me a quick wink so fast I almost missed it, then gripped his boxers and pulled them off, over his hooves, unhooking his tail and throwing the khaki mass to the wall. Then he stood, hands folded in full naked glory, eyeing me up with that cheeky wicked grin.

"You sir!"

I stuttered, and stared for long moments, my eyes riveted on the pulsing sheath of black leathery skin and the pair of heavy orbs beneath before I collected my thoughts.

"Trooper! What is the meaning of this."

"Exactly what I said lieutenant. The guys...we are worried about you sir. We know."

That gave me pause.

"What do you mean?"

The soft musical nicker made my face blush for reasons I didn't understand.

"Sir, we know. We have acute hearing and smell remember? And intuitive senses for these things. It's part of being a herd species, and former prey. We can smell your arousal, your response to us. We can hear you when you come here to relieve your need. We know what you are feeling, we can read your emotions like we do our own. You don't have ears and tail like us, but we have learned to understand you."

"Oh and...I'm not sure if you remembered your technical briefing sir, but the main control crew can monitor what is being sent to your personal link in your quarters."

"Oh shit..."

"Sir, please. We only wished you would come out and join us. The herd stallion has asked you many times, and we all mean it. Instead you locked yourself in here and became more and more sad each week. We tried playing up for you when you watched hoping you would come out but it didn't work."

"So you are here....?"

"To invite you into the herd sir...for your happiness, and for ours. Sarge said you wanted to belong, but you were convinced you shouldn't. I'm here to show you that you can."

He walked towards me now, hooves clopping on the metal floor. His tread was hesitant but still determined, the trooper committed to his mission as I knew he would be. He reached me quickly, lifting me from the bunk to stand against him.

"Please sir..."

Then he leaned in and I felt it for the first time, an equine muzzle on my lips. The unfamiliar sensation jarred for a moment, and I almost drew back, but his arms were around me now, and I felt him draw me against his body tight. I felt his heat, the warm tingling of fur on my skin, then the heat on my lips as his surprisingly soft ones caressed mine. I opened my mouth to groan, and found a thick equine tongue taking the opportunity to explore my mouth. It felt too big, too rough to be human, and yet it wasn't unpleasant, and soon I was moving into it as the Welsh pony gave me my first deep equine kiss.

I felt rough fingertips rubbing down my skin, the trooper taking his time to sample the touch of a human. It appeared he wanted more of that feel however, as his fingers gripped my t-shirt to pull it over my head and throw it across the room. He hugged me to his body, skin on fur, the patch of curly blonde hairs on my chest rubbing and catching on his coarse coat and sending shockwaves of sensation into my body. Then the best of all, coarse pony fur against my nipples and I cried out again or as much as I could around a questing equine tongue.

"I kind of like the feel of naked skin sir. Not what I expected..."

"Keep it up soldier that's an order!"

"Yes Sir!"

I could sense his cheeky grin around my lips. His fingertips hastened to obey orders, rasping down my back with not unpleasant harshness, the hooved tips digging in then gliding as I moaned. He reached the hollow of my spine, spreading his fingertips as if searching for a non-existent tail, before letting out a soft nicker and diving inside my boxers. I felt him cup my ass, his grip hard and almost painful but good, massaging my cheeks with bruising intensity before he ran one hoofed fingertip the length of my crack. I could barely stand up after that.

Before I knew what was happening, he had hooked his fingers around the hem of my boxers and pulled them down, leaving them to fall into a cloth puddle on the floor at my feet. His hands rubbed my hips, feeling the feel of skin, before moving inexorably to something more interesting. I felt one equine hand grip my cock, the sensation electric, while the other cupped my balls, squeezing them gently while they rolled about in their sack in a state of high alert.

"Not bad for a human sir. It's your turn now."

I didn't need any further encouragement. Reaching out, I felt the hot mass that had sprung up between our bodies, sandwiched between out bellies. It felt even bigger than it looked, and I ran a fingertip around the circumference of the flare, enjoying his nickers of pleasure as I got bolder. I explored his length, from the wide slit leaking its solid stream of pre, to the thick medial ring I had always wondered about. It felt good, a wide band of thickened flesh half way down the length, and I shuddered imagining it penetrating my ring, snapping it open like a bullet hole and probably just as painful.

We stood jacking each other's unfamiliar genitals for long moments, the strangeness of his cock soon turning to fascination then hunger as I got used to the bulk, the heat and the novelty of things like the sheath, ring and flare. I wanted more, I knew it, and I knew that he knew.

Before I knew what was happening, we were on the bunk, writhing together and devouring with hands and lips and filling the room with deep grunts of exertion. I gripped his shoulders just as he locked his hands on mine, and attempted to turn him onto his back so I could get into the right position for what I thought I should do next. The pony had other ideas though, and even as I strained I felt his effortless strength through my own body as the little stud threw me on my front and climbed onto me, his body holding me down as his fingers slid along my arms before gripping my own hands tight.

"Trooper, wait, this is not..."

"Shhh lieutenant. I told you, we know. I can smell what you want, what you need, I can see it in your face when you look at one of us....just relax and let me do the rest."

"No! Wait! I order you to unghhhhhhhhh...."

Somehow I never finished the sentence, as he wrapped his thighs around mine holding me tight into the bed, furred chest pushing down into my back, and bent his muzzle to my neck. As I clenched his fingers in mine and began to struggle ineffectively, I felt his lips and teeth snap tight on my neck and bite down, hard but not agonisingly so. Something in me broke, and I went slack, the pony nibbling on my neck and sending signals direct to my cock which slapped harder against my belly, a slick trail of precum wetting my treasure trail as he marked his mate for the night. I knew I should be in charge, the commander, the superior, but my body knew what it wanted. I wanted to be taken.

As he sensed my acceptance, Faerbran gradually loosened his grip, his fingers now gently stroking my arms, then my shoulders, then rubbing my blonde hair, probably an unfamiliar feeling for the equine. He writhed his hips, and I felt the long thick equine shaft in my crack, rubbing the full length of my crevice and teasing mercilessly. I thought he might move his hips and bring that impossibly wide tip to my hole, fearing and craving the sensation at the same time, but instead he enjoyed the closeness for a time, content to tease and hotdog me into a babbling mess while his tongue went to work.

I felt him rise slightly, fearing what it might mean, but he merely licked down the length of my spine as I gripped the sheets into a tight mass in my hands and pulled. That rasping tongue felt so good, the snuffling nostrils blowing warm air to tantalise the fine hairs on my back, the lips occasionally nuzzling my skin and drawing deep shamed groans from my chest. He may not have any experience with humans, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

Then I felt his fingers dig into my ass cheeks again, squeezing then relaxing, squeezing harder then relaxing, before gripping tight and pulling. I cried out, sensing my crack opened and vulnerable, the airconditioned air tingling on the soft curly hairs ringing my hole. I clenched, involuntarily. I cried out, shamelessly. And I propped my ass up higher, drawing my thighs in towards my chest then spreading them wide, raising and opening my ass for my new herd mate and his attentions. I heard him give an amused nicker and yelled at him, berating him for his mocking, but the cheeky pony merely gave me a hard slap on the ass before bending his muzzle to my depths.

I was tempted to threaten a charge for the arrogant stud but my thoughts were suitably scrambled when I felt that rough tongue now finding new places to explore, rasping down the length of my taint. I gave up protesting and simply gave in to the feelings, pushing my ass back onto his muzzle as the nickering cocky stud kept up the pleasuring, fascinated it seemed by the hairs in my crevice as he kept nuzzling them, licking and stroking with his lips. Eventually he tired of the entrée and settled for the main course, his tongue lapping at my rosebud and making my cock leak a ton of pre before the muscled organ pressed harder and didn't relent.

My gates opened, reluctantly but completely, and I tore at the bedclothes as I felt the thick equine tongue invading, penetrating deeper than any tongue had a right to do. The wall of my anus spread and clenched under the assault, every nerve firing at once, and still that merciless tongue drove on until it hit the magic spot and my world exploded. I screamed out, arching my back and driving my ass hard onto the probing length as its flat tip slapped into my prostate, buried deep but not deep enough to escape an equine tongue. I drowned in the feelings, thick and rich and body filling pleasures that pulsed and writhed like a living thing inside me; like the living muscled tongue driving me insane in fact. Before I could reach the summit however, he pulled out leaving me a whimpering mess of unsatisfied need.

The pause did not last long though. The bunk creaked under the shifting weight of a Welsh pony stallion, as trooper Faerbran took up the ancient position behind me ready for mounting. This time I was to be the mare.

"Shhh don't be afraid lieutenant. I'm the smallest of our herd, and the most gentle. There's a reason Sarge chose me."

Part of me was impressed by my key nco's planning and attention to detail, though it was disconcerting knowing I had been set up so comprehensively. It was too late for regrets now though; I needed this more than ever in my life.

I felt him behind me, his hips resting against my tensed butt. The weight of a hot equine shaft rested in my crack, the head leaking a pool of precum into the hollow of my spine. I heard a new sound then; a rhythmic slapping as I realised he was jacking himself, spreading the copious precum over his ready cock. He was making himself ready for me, to ease the pain. I knew it would still hurt, but I wanted the hurt now.

The blunt head now slid down my crevice, teasing me, passing my rosebud and painting my taint in fire before nudging my groaning balls. He was enjoying making me wait the little bastard. I lost all pride then, begging for him to fuck me good while the cocky pony nickered at my embarassing neediness. He couldn't wait forever either though, and soon I felt it pressed against my ring, the thick flared head I had been fondling minutes before.

It had seemed impossibly big then, and now, pressed against my tight vulnerable little pucker, I rediscovered my fear. I tried relaxing, breathing deep and controlling my muscles, but I kept contracting no matter what I did. Faerbran waited for long moments, his fingertips tracing the line of my flanks as he made soothing noises to try to calm me. I was like a virgin again, and he was worried.

Eventually he must have decided just to go for it, as I felt his hips suddenly heave against me, the fat cockhead pressing in and pushing my whole entrance inwards painfully. I bit my lip, determined not to cry out, and waited for the inevitable.

When it came I found I could not resist anyway, letting out my own version of the herd whinny, a long hoarse cry of triumph and pain. The pony matched my cry, his whinny the genuine article that I had heard many times, loud and ringing in the small room as I felt the sharp burning pain inside that signalled the entry of a fat horse cock to my ass. He just rested there a moment, both of us gasping for breath, the flared head inside me and pulsing against the abused walls of my rectum, before he moved again, a long slow action, inching forward and back as my trooper gradually mounted me.

I moved with him, at first trying to move away to lessen the thrusts, my body reaching the end of its travel pressed against the bunk but the pony pushing further, driving another inch of his 10 fat inches inside me, before pulling back. I moved with him then as well, trying to fight the withdrawl and the scrape of that thick flare over my clenching walls, but he would press strong hands into my hips and hold me down, his strength letting him ride me his own way.

After what seemed like ages, one last thrust drove inside, the flat end nudging my pleasure nut hard on the downstroke, and I felt the feeling of complete surrender as a heavy pair of equine balls nestled against my taint and my smaller pair of orbs. He was inside, balls deep, and I had been conquered.

I expected him to start rutting me deep like the stallions did, but he was still gentle was my trooper. Arms gripped my shoulders, pulling me back into an upright position as he leaned back, still buried inside me. When we stopped moving, he was sitting back with his butt on his hooves, thick muscled thighs straining to take the weight, as I sat nestled in his lap, my butt resting on the top of his thighs. He wrapped his arms around me then, one hand gripping my cock, the other toying with my left nipple. His warm breath was on my neck, licking the bite marks and sending new waves of sensation through my body.

"This is how we like to breed a virgin sir...slow and gentle. In equine tradition, the virgin has to cum twice before you are allowed to breed him. I know you aren't a virgin sir, but you are with us, so I figured the same tradition would hold. Just rest against me sir..."

I could only groan unintelligible things as Faerbran flexed his hips, pushing me up along his shaft, before relaxing and letting me drop down onto the base again, resting with his flare rubbing my prostate. An inhuman growl filled the room, one I was astonished to learn came from me, as he repeated the cycle, a slow rise, a faster aching fall. Except it didn't ache now so much as it burned, pleasure flowing through my body and centered on the twin fires in my ass and my cock. His hard hand was surprisingly gentle, coaxing more cries from me as he concentrated on the sensitive skin just below my head, the stretched foreskin on my shaft always one of my most charged spots. He worked it over, and then wrapped a palm over my head and rubbed, while he continued the slow shallow fuck that was driving me into madness.

I babbled, and screamed, and cried, and moaned, and finally begged him to speed up, but he just continued at the same measured pace, letting the pleasure build in inches, then into feet then yards until finally it happened, and my whole body shook with the intensity of the greatest cum of my life. It may not have been an ejaculation worthy of a stallion, but it felt like it, pulse after seething pulse of cum flying from the tip of my straining cock to paint the bunk and the wall the colour of pleasure.

As I recovered, I closed my eyes and leaned back against his chest, the feeling of muscled fur against me a new delight I was looking forward to sampling more regularly. His lips found my neck again, then he licked up until he was nibbling at my ears making me laugh and shudder at the same time. His hips moved, and his thighs, and it began again, and I could only hold on.

"Well done Lighthoof. You have done us proud."

I opened my eyes to see Sergeant Rikan standing by the bunk, his habitual grin seeming even more satisfied than usual.

"Mission almost accomplished sarge!"

"So I can see. I think I can help you with this part though."

As I felt the pony build the pace of his fucking again, my tunnel on fire, Rikan knelt by my bunk, eyes sparkling in the half light, and bent over to me. Equine lips parted, and I felt the feeling of a warm muzzle around my cock for the first time. It was as close to heaven as I could believe as an atheist, firm lips gripping my shaft, and the long mobile tongue wrapped around my head to lick and stroke in one. I arched my back against Faerbran and tried to help him as much as I could, taking some of the strain in my own legs and letting him thrust up into me now with hard rapid thrusts. I could feel the Welsh pony inside me and around me, his body shaking with the strain of a prolonged lovemaking, his smell strong. Nickers and cries came from behind me, his control slipping as the shire before me sped up his suckling on my cock.

The pulses in my shaft came into sync with the slapping prods on my prostate, and suddenly only three more thrusts were enough to push me over again, as I shouted out a warning for Rikan. He only wrapped his muzzle tighter around my cock, tongue lapping at my slit as I unloaded my second cum into my sergeant's muzzle this time, the licking continuing until my hypersensitive cock head screamed enough. I felt Faerbran stopped inside me, waiting for some sign it seemed, his chest heaving against my back.

"You have done so well Lighthoof. I am proud of you."

As I rested against the pony's chest, Rikan moved to kneel on the bed before me, his body upright and legs spread so he could come in close. I felt his body now on my front as he wrapped his powerful arms around us both, and suddenly I was sandwiched between two stallions, the pony and the shire. He leaned in and drew Faerbran's muzzle to his, kissing wildly and sharing my cum as they kissed. I felt the pony tense and begin hard fast thrusts into me, the wild pounding almost more than my well fucked ass could take. It proved too much for the pony, and he threw back his head and let out a shattering whinny as I felt a sudden expanding pressure and warmth invade my bowels. It went on and on, a river of cum splashing against my prostate and filling me until I felt like I was overflowing with stallion seed and yet it still came. Finally it stopped, and the two stallions held me between them as all three of us panted in exhaustion.

Recovering some of my control, I decided to try to reassert a shred of authority.

"We will have words about this sometime Sergeant. For the moment though, who is Lighthoof?"

Both equines gave a knowing nicker, and I had to join them, realising the incongruity of trying to act dominant with a horsecock up your ass freshly full of horse cum and another even bigger cock wedged against your abdomen.

"Equines have a special name, given to them by their herd mates. Trooper Faerbran is Lighthoof among us; but only among us."

"And what are you called?"

"Starwind. I had another name, but I earned this one at the battle of Epsilon Eiridiani, and it has stuck. Most of this herd were there, and many of their friends were lost. I cannot bear to lose any more of them lieutenant, but I think our herd is safe with you leading it."

"Leading it...does that mean?"

"Yes, welcome to the herd Strawmane."

"Strawmane?"

Faerbran couldn't resist a short giggle.

"We named you as soon as you arrived sir. Your short blonde hair looks like straw on the ground after harvest. The herd decided quickly; it took a while before you were ready to receive it though."

"Tell me sarge...do you think....do you think you could give me a night like you gave Brekkan to welcome me to the herd?"

His smile was more genuine amusement now, and Faerbran broke into a hearty laugh, the sound a beautiful mix of human and equine.

"You are eager to make up for lost time Strawmane. I am not sure you are up to such hard usage, but we will see. Your herd mates are eager to see you, they were waiting anxiously on the outcome of tonight. All of them will be pleased to see what has happened. And you know how we are when we are happy lieutenant."

I just smiled, feeling at home between the two stallions. Eventually, Rikan took me into his arms and kissed me, pulling me off Faerbran's still hard cock with a painful pop that unleashed a torrent of horse seed over my taint to finally drippe onto the back of my scrotum. I felt it there, still warm and sensual, teasing and arousing me with its luxurious touch.

"Lead the way Lighthoof, and tell the herd their new member will be joining them for some mating."

The small pony trotted out, his hoof fall strangely quiet as he raced to tell the other equines the news. The shire pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing me warmly before lifting me into his arms and carrying me out to join the rest of the herd. As we entered the barracks room, I saw them all there, my new herd mates, grinning and cheering, all naked. Most were hard, some openly stroking cocks, long and thick equine shafts of many different colours.

I was laid gently on the table, the same one Brekkan had been on earlier in the night, the smell of his mating still pungent in the air. I could feel sweat and cum on my back, the residue of the night's stallion play. This time I was the centre of the herd, and it felt terrifying and exhilarating.

Equine hands reached for my legs, Brekkan on one side, trooper Vorstan a big chestnut on the other, their hands caressing my skin, fingertips playing with the light blonde hairs on the inside of my thighs as I shuddered to their touch. Faerbran, or Lighthoof as I knew him now, straddled my head on the table, his hard cock above my face and begging for attention as he lay down on my body, his own muzzle taking the tip of my newly hard cock and teasing.

I let my tongue extend to its more limited extent, straining my head to touch the heavy black sack of balls dangling invitingly above me, enjoying the whinny of pleasure from the Welsh pony as I drew his scrotum into my mouth and tongued him hard. He seemed to like it, and I kept it up as his balls flexed and moved above me in response to the stimulation. Then I looked back to behind my sweet pony stud and saw what looked like Corporal Martam standing behind him.

His mottled cock was dripping and eager, and I knew where it was going. As I used my hands to pleasure the pony's cock, I watched in awe as the Corporal drove his full length into Faerbran's tight winking hole in one thrust, drawing a screaming whinny from the trooper. He didn't resist though, simply pushing his balls hard into my mouth and redoubling his efforts to devour my cock as Martam began pounding his ass with short staccato thrusts.

In this position I found it hard to see much, but I could just make out Rikan bending between my outstretched legs. I knew what was coming, his tongue on my leaking hole rough and harsh and yet incredibly pleasuring, the thick equine organ driving in to lick out more of Faerbran's seed still filling me. Then I felt it stop, and I knew I was going to have to take the biggest cock in the unit soon.

"Gentle?" I managed to whimper from under the trooper's writhing body.

"Is that an order Sir?." Came the amused reply, and I felt the fat head pressed against me. I was opened up well already, and slick with seed, and licked, and relaxed, and yet it still hurt more than I could easily take.

I cried out again, clamping my mouth on faerbran's bulging sack a little painfully to muffle the sounds as I felt that massive length piston into me. I waited, expecting the medial ring to snap me open even wider, but it didn't come.

"You wanted it gentle sir. This is all you get for now."

As I looked down the length of my body, I took a moment to register the scene. A muscled brown furred pony lying down my body, guzzling my cock with loving licks while a big bay rammed his ass. A huge shire stallion buried to the ring in my stretched hole. A big roan and chestnut stallion caressing my legs, and now as I watched each took one foot into their muzzle, suckling on my toes as they curled under a tidalwave of pleasure. Behind the shire stallion, another big draft stallion knelt, raising his tail and driving his muzzle into Rikan's tailhole. And around us, more stallions, the musk of their arousal filling the room as the slurping sounds of self pleasuring told of their involvement in the sensual coupling on the table.

As Rikan drew back, holding just the tip inside me, I used all my remaining strength to take some last shred of control, and as he thrust forward I drove myself back hard onto him, taking the medial ring and most of his cock, my scream of lust and triumph matched by a chorus of approving whinnies from the herd. All of us went wild then, one equine orgy of sexual release, with one lone human at the centre, filled, stretched, pounded and completed by his stallion brothers around him.

The scent of arousal grew, and I knew it could not be long. The first volley of cum shot from one of the spectators, splattering my chest and Faerbran's back followed by many more. I felt my own orgasm building, building, and had just enough time to look back and see the shaft of the Corporal's cock pulse while it unloaded inside the pony above me, Lighthoof's whole body shaking as he unloaded his own release over my chest and belly. That pushed me over, and I filled the pony's muzzle, my ass clenching down with rhythmic contractions on Rikan's thick shaft.

Finally the Sergeant relented, and last of all, his whinny of pleasure joined the chorus as I felt my bowels filled with a boiling mass of stallion seed.

We all lay there in the aftermath, stallions panting and hoofs stomping on the ground as they fought for air after the race. The smell of sweat, of semen, and musk was overpowering. And I just lay there, smiling like a madman, as my new herd congratulated me on joining them.

And all I could think for the moment was; I'm glad someone other than me will be cleaning this up.

At least command still has it's privileges, even in the herd.