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Brokke

When I woke, I was in bed, with Thoerdek nuzzled up against me. I could smell his scent, and feel his body, the warm comforting presence of my fellow stallion so good right now, after what I had been through. My limbs ached, probably from straining against the bonds. I felt something else though, something I didn't expect to.

I was hard, my penis aching as it rested against my bedmate. And my orbs churned with need. I could smell stallion, and he smelt good, ripe, needy. My nostrils flared, and I sniffed his neck, the coarse hairs on my muzzle tickling the nape. He stirred against me.

"Welcome back Brokke"

"Thank you. For being here."

"I have no choice, but it would be my pleasure if I had."

I kissed his neck, feeling him relax into my arms. My hand traced a path down his chest, across his well tended blue roan coat, and down to his garments. He had some sort of wrap around his groin, but I reached inside it, ignoring his struggles and his protests while I sought out his stallionhood. My fingers found his sheath, soft and smooth, and delved below to find...

"Oh...Thoerdek...I'm so sorry..."

He just cried in my arms while I held him. I was too shocked to speak for a moment, wondering why the mares had picked up a gelding, if taking our seed was he only reason we were allowed into their city. Perhaps that was why he was allowed to remain.

"I am sorry my friend, I should not have taken liberties. I did not expect it...for some reason I feel more in need of rut than ever in my life, and I thought that could never be after...that...thing..."

"It is common Brokke...an aftereffect of the table. It will pass in a few days, but until then you will feel the need to rut almost constantly."

"I will leave you alone if you ask me. I should not have intruded...but...I have made love to a gelding before, and I know...I mean, I believe, he enjoyed it."

He had stopped crying now, his body pushing back into mine as I remembered my friend, Haerndel. When he had been rescued, he would not look at me, would not be touched but retreated into silence. Eventually, I found him by the lake, bathing, and thought he might run from me but instead he just fell into my arms and cried. He had shown me the place where he had been hurt, the long angry scar where his stallion orbs had been. He was so ashamed, and so wounded, even more than by being their rut slave.

I had taken him into my care, my guardian Bjarde watching with patient kindness as I brought my friend back to life, his sleeping pallet next to mine in the great hut of our herd. One night, our herdmates had enjoyed their stallion pleasures together, each stallion with his mate and lover, the colts playful as they explored each other in imitation of their elders. I had taken Haerndel in my arms and kissed him, my fingers touching him, drawing his penis from its sheath even without his stones to drive it.

We had made love then, as we did many nights after, his cries and moans still pleasured as I loved him with gentle strokes. He had eventually taken a mate, a grim faced stallion with scars across his chest, who had proven to be a gentle and protective mate to my friend. I was almost jealous of his love; what I wouldn't do for Aelf to be more like that.

I realised I had been caressing Thoerdek, just as I used to with my friend. My hands pleasured his body, one gently fondling his nipples, while the other stroked his sheath. I could feel him enjoying my attentions, his body moving with my touch, and I bent my muzzle to his neck, kissing and licking until his groans became loud enough to fill my chest with love.

He turned to face me, his eyes wide and wary.

"How long since you have had a stallion's pleasures Thoerdek?"

"I have been with other stallions here Brokke, you are not the first I have looked after. Like you they are full of rut after a collection, but...I am not a stallion any more."

"Shh...I will be gentle. I know what it is like to be taken, and what it is to be loved like a fellow stallion. You will always be a fellow stallion for me..."

And then I kissed him, our muzzles joined as we gave ourselves to each other.

Valeria

My mind was still in a turmoil after the collection, reliving the experience over and over. I could see his body laid out and helpless, his cock and his heavy balls exposed and used. His reaction to the stimulation rings was typical, and he had certainly produced more than enough of his precious seed for our needs. There was something about seeing a bound and helpless stud forced to cum over and over, his whinnies and cries. I knew I should not enjoy it, but it still made parts of me burn, and I knew I was not alone. We had to rotate breeding attendants out fairly regularly as they tended to get a little too enthusiastic for their jobs, while becoming more aggressive to their charges.

Now though, in the quiet aftermath, I felt other emotions. I was chagrined to realise there was a fair amount of guilt there, seeing his pain and humiliation close at hand. There was also desire, but not the usual lust I felt watching the studs. From what I had seen in his mind, my heart had begun to form a bond with him, even though we were kin. I knew it when my friends had all told me afterwards of their decision to take a turn enjoying his body in the week after impregnation, as was their right. My nostrils flared, and my ears twitched with emotions I did not want to name, but I knew what they were.

Against my better judgement, I turned on the visor screen, dialling up his breeding suite. He would have recovered now; they usually did fairly soon after, even when they had a hard collection like Brokke. My pussy felt it; even the partial link our minds had had while he was on the machine had inflamed my needs, and I wanted to watch him, and imagine that body against mine.

I could see him with Thoerdek, and it was a moment before I realised what I was seeing. The two were locked in an embrace, the stallion and the gelding, and kissing. As the scene unfolded, I let out a soft groan, my pussy responding with the rest of my body to the action.

First they just touched, each exploring the other with their hands. This did not last long though, and soon Brokke had his companion laid back, his muzzle roaming over the surface of the blue roan, finding every spot that felt good. I turned up the sound, hearing their cries and sighs, their nickers and whinnies, and they went right through me straight to my sex. I could see there were many mares enjoying the show too; the view counter was ticking upwards steadily. We were destined to see something special; many times I had seen stallions fuck, but now I would see how stallions loved.

After long preliminaries, Brokke turned his lover, my gelding willingly spreading his legs and raising his tail for the stallion. Instead of mounting him though, Brokke bent forward and gave his tailhole a long slow tonguing while Theordek let out a long series of cries, his muscles straining as he gripped the bed with clawlike hands. Then Brokke did mount him, but the entry was slow and caring, taking his time to let his partner adjust to the size of his stallion cock.

I watched them mate, their rutting building in intensity until their bodies slammed together in passion, and I touched myself the whole time, watching and enjoying while the jealousy built inside me. I could see it all, the moments of waiting, letting the pleasure build before the next assault. I could see Thoerdek's cock, semi hard and leaking droplets of clear fluid under the constant barrage against his prostate. He never got hard for me without the artificial assistance of the stimulation ring, but now he enjoyed the attentions of my stallion, his pleasure written over his beautiful muzzle.

Then Brokke threw back his head, his neck straining as his mane shook and his tail flagged wildly behind him, his partner letting out his own high pitched whinny as a spurt of clear fluid landed on the bed. Brokke collapsed over him, and the two held, the big shire over the pretty roan and stroking his eartips with loving fingers.

I had enough, cutting off the video feed to the city, then throwing a small glass sculpture at the visor screen, enjoying the sparks and the shattering noises as I headed for the breeding suite.

When I entered the room they were still like that, and both males looked at me warily as I trotted across the floor.

"Good to see you are taking your role seriously Thoerdek."

"Mistress, I..."

"Enough. My turn now."

The roan looked confused and frightened, his mood not improving when he saw me strip off to stand naked in front of them. My pussy throbbed, the slick folds already inflamed and needy even after I had stroked myself to orgasm. Now I needed more, and the scent of that need filled the breeding suite. I could see Brokke react, his nostrils flaring, and I smiled at his reaction. Stallions were so predictable; that was part of what I liked about them.

They parted, the two males sitting on the bed, Brokke still hard, his cock dripping with spent seed, Thoerdek half-hard, the absence of his balls more obvious next to the intact stallion. I would soon fix his erection though; reaching for a cabinet beside the bed, I pulled out a stimulation ring, nickering a laugh as I saw his eyes widen and his hand move to cover his cock.

"Don't be so modest Thoerdek. We have done this enough times, and you know you enjoy it."

Still, he whimpered a bit when I slipped the ring on, Brokke just sitting back and staring at my casual treatment of his partner. He didn't intervene though, perhaps knowing that he had little choice if I chose to force it, instead looking at me with wide and hurt eyes.

I pulled out the controller, setting the ring for low power. It blazed into life, drawing the shocked nicker from the roan that always sent a shiver to my clit. His cock flared into full erection, the broad tip spreading wide. Gelding or not, he still had the bits that counted, thanks to our technology. I wanted so much to feel Brokke inside me, his magnificent cock looked so inviting, but I knew I had no rights, and even though I was in a lot of ways a confirmed renegade I did not want to breach this trust. Maybe I had a conscience after all. There were other ways though.

I started by introducing Brokke to a mare's pussy, while Thoerdek laved at his tailhole. There is no more erotic sensation for a mare, at least for me, than having a stud eat out your pussy while he is taken from behind. I could use my stallion this way without fault, whatever he thought of it.

His licking became more urgent, and more skilled as the scent of my sex filled his nostrils. I could see his cock leaking a line of pre-seed, dripping onto the bed as the roan delved deep into his anus. The scent of stallion was strong, better than any wine, and it made me slightly drunk with power. At least that was my excuse.

"Now Thoerdek...mount him."

The roan raised his head, his eyes a questionmark. I felt Brokke try to rise from my pussy but I wrapped my hands in his mane, holding him down and guiding his tongue along my folds until he hit my clit. I screamed out my pleasure then, before giving Thoerdek a curt nod. He seemed to hesitate, but he took up position behind the stallion all the same.

I felt the moment of penetration as much as seeing it, the shudder in my stallion's body communicating through my sex and through my hands as I held him close. In spite of the desperate need in his cock driven wild by the stimulation ring, I could see Thoerdek taking his time, loving the stallion as he had been loved. That was fine by me, and I leaned back and luxuriated in the sights and sounds and feelings and scent of our three way rut, gelding in stallion, stallion on mare. I came, hard, but instead of falling off the mountainside, I stayed just below the peak and crested again, while the male's rut became harder and more physical.

It was during this long pleasured time that I became aware of that presence in my mind again. I welcomed him, holding his mind in mine and exploring his feelings. I gasped, as for the first time I felt the sensations of two stallions rutting as if inside their mating, cock and ass, lips nibbling at a neck, the feel of hard muscles on hard muscles. The feelings were intoxicating, melding with the touch on my pussy to drive me to new heights; but I could feel something else too. I could feel the love in this rut, the care and the giving. Now Brokke was giving it to me.

Looking down, I saw it in his eyes, deep grey with golden flecks that had so many painful memories associated with them. Narissa...and as we coupled, I felt him seeking out her memories, taking a part of her inside his mind in exchange for what he gave to me.

When it was over, we all cuddled on the bed, my body sandwiched between the two males, Brokke behind me, his fingers touching my body, nipples and clit, not so much pleasuring as exploring, while Thoerdek rested his muzzle on mine, his fingertips playing in my braided mane. If it was possible to feel elated and sad at the same time, I had managed it.

The moon rose high in the sky, and its light played down on us from the viewing window on the outer wall. I watched it cross the sky, the evening star following in its wake. Behind me, Brokke stirred, his head turning to rest on my shoulder as we watched the night together.

It was a moment before I realised what was happening, my mind entering what I thought was a dream state in the warm post sex embrace of my stallion and gelding. My mind's eye took off to the heavens, streeting across space until I zoomed in on the evening star. Venus, brightest of the planets.

I gasped, falling back against my stallion reflexively as we plunged on, getting closer and closer until we flew past and circled, watching the boiling mass of the Venusian atmosphere roil under our bodies.

We...our....I can feel him with me...taking me on this journey, two equines flying across space...

"Brokke! What are you doing!?"

"Valeria I....I have these visions, I don't know where they come from, but...I am sorry if they disturbed you...I..."

I rose from the bed, staring at the stallion again, his eyes wide.

Surely...surely...

"Get dressed. You are coming with me!"