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The Wolf and the Stallion- Part One.

By Blacksnip the Thoroughbred.

The black stallion stirred slightly from the dream that had been occupying his doze. He wasn't quite sure what had roused him, or indeed what his doze was really about. He was sure it involved mares though... in-season, horny mares.... Oh, that's what had roused him. The sweeping of a wet tongue over his sensitive scrotum skin, stretched as it was over the large orange-sized testicles, full of fertile sperm. The stallion had not ejaculated for a few days, none of his mares being in oestrus, so the large organs felt full and distended. Release would be most welcome. And no doubt a mare had just entered oestrus, and was already soliciting him. The black stallion whickered happily. The tongue pushed up between the large ellipsoid organs, separating them slightly, and causing a tugging on the tough spermatic cords. So nice.... Abruptly the tongue moved away from the testicles, causing the stallion to emit a slightly bad-tempered grunt of disappointment; however the sensation of the tongue sweeping and exploring the opening of the horse's large black sheath appeased him immediately. He whickered softly, feeling his huge thick penis move within. One thing was strange though... he couldn't smell mare, oestrus or otherwise. There was an animal scent though, pervasive and distinctive, but it didn't seem equine. How could that be? His thoughts were immediately dispelled though when the long nimble tongue actually forced its way through the sheath opening into the folds of skin within. The stallion grunted in pleasure, then groaned as the long flexible tongue was pushed up through the tight skin to meet the tip of the penis within... a penis that was beginning to drop as the retractor muscles relaxed as the stallion's arousal grew. That tongue was awfully flexible though, squirming around inside the horse's sheath... much less bulk than a mare's tongue... and that scent...just wasn't right for horny mare.

The black stallion's eyelids flicked open, and he gave a little involuntary start as he realised that there was no mare in sight. In fact, there was no other animal in the horse's wide peripheral vision, and yet the pushing and probing in his sheath continued. The horse dropped his head to look between his hindlegs... and his great equine heart missed a beat... several beats in fact!

Directly underneath his black belly, sitting on his hindlegs and propped on his forelegs like a dog, muzzle thrust into Blackie's voluminous sheath was... a dog! Only it wasn't a dog. It was a large, powerful grey wolf! Instantaneously, instinctively, the stallion snorted and reared, forehooves flailing the air, wrenching the canine muzzle from his sheath. 65 million years of natural selection meant that Blackie knew, without having to think about it, that having a wolf under his belly was not a good thing. The wolf, for his part, leapt sideways, clear of the flailing legs and hooves as the stallion turned to face him, ears flat back against his skull, teeth bared, ready to grab the predator between strong unyielding incisors and toss him in the air....

But as he met the gaze of the wolf's particularly luminous and burning yellow eyes he was brought up short by shock, as there was not a trace of the expected predatory aggression there... instead something which shocked the horse even more...

Desire. Intense desire, the sort of desire he often saw in the eyes of his harem mares, when they wanted the pleasure his magnificent body could bring, and something else... The wolf let out a quiet whine, and titled his head to the side, the deep yellow eyes bright and soulful... submission. Blackie whickered, confused and uncertain. The wolf whined again and panted slightly, opening his maw, and the stallion caught a glimpse of the fearsome fangs within.

Although Blackie was transfixed by the sight of the undeniably dangerous, glistening fangs, he also registered the clear submission in the lupine gaze. The wolf opened his maw wide and shut his eyes in the submissive, tension-diffusing yawn of his kind, the sunlight glistening off the remarkably white incisors and canines, before they were rapidly concealed behind the dark lips once more. The eyes maintained their submissive, yet lustful shine. Blackie whickered, confused, his erect ears pointing in different directions, signaling his confusion to the world at large. Still the wolf gazed at him, and the stallion noticed that he was alternating his gaze between his face and his large equine genitals. As the horse watched closely, the wolf whined once more, and took a tentative step forward, back towards Blackie's hindlegs. The handsome head was raised up, meeting the stallion's gaze, and the lupine whined again. To the horse it really seemed like he was asking permission. Permission to enter his personal space. Permission to give him, the equine, pleasure. When had he, Blackie, Harem Stallion, Stud of Many Mares, father of countless foals, denied himself pleasure? And if the wolf had meant him harm, would he not have done so when he was dozily, drowsily imagining it was a mare teasing him? How good that lupine tongue had felt!

So it was that Blackie, still with some trepidation, emitted a quiet whicker, and shifted a hindleg back, presenting a clearer view of the large sheath and testicles that hung between his strong hindlegs, inviting the wolf to return to them, much in the same way a mare invites her foal to suck. The wolf needed no further bidding. Eagerly he sprang forward, and the stallion found that nimble tongue caressing his large, egg-shaped testicles. He whickered with pleasure as the wolf's tongue explored and probed the organs through the short-haired black scrotum skin, the firm body of the testes, the large tube-like epidydimus on their upper edge, near the junction of scrotum and groin, and the swellings at the tail end of each ball, where the epidydimal tubes merge into the vas deferens. Looking back at the wolf, the stallion noticed the glimpse of pink at the opening of the wolf's sheath, much furrier than his own equine equipment, and realised that the canine was also becoming aroused. Blackie squealed gently as the wolf, suddenly and teasingly, gently nibbled the tight stretched scrotal skin underneath the swelling testes with his small white incisors. The feeling was not unpleasant, and the stallion felt weight between his hindlegs as the penis retractor muscles relaxed causing his huge and heavy cock to start sliding down inside the sheath. The wolf pushed upward in the midline of the scrotum with his tongue, pushing the large testicles apart, and applying pressure to the base of the penis. Shiny preputial skin appeared at the opening of the sheath, the stallion whickering with pleasure as the smooth skin unrolled around the descending cock. Eagerly, the wolf drew his attention away from the stallion's enormous gonads to gaze on in rapture as the black glans popped out from between the shiny folds of skin.

Slowly, teasingly, the horse's penis descended, the wolf watching on, until 24 inches of flaccid black cock hung down from the sheath. The stallion whickered, the movement of his chest and belly setting the magnificent organ a-tremble. The wolf reached forward, and licked around the medial ring, setting the penis swinging. Under his wet tongue, he felt the huge organ pulse and jerk, yet he pursued the erecting penis during every kick, his pink tongue never losing contact. In no time at all the grey wolf was admiring thirty magnificent inches of rock hard horse cock directly in front of his eyes. Feeling the heavy weight of his lust between his legs, the stallion whickered, and slapped his enormous organ up against his belly in the male equine masturbatory movements, thrusting forward with his hips when the swelling glans made contact with his sleek black belly so that the sensitive cockhead was pushed forward along it. At the extent of the thrust, a plume of clear liquid squirted from the urethra; not urine, but pre-ejaculatory fluid, which hit the wolf in the face, right between his eyes. The stallion repeated the movement again, but this time the movement of the glans was abruptly stopped when it hit the open maw of the wolf; the spurt of fluid shooting straight out onto the canine's tongue. The wolf swallowed the warm salty fluid gratefully, then reopened his gaping maw, an invitation to the horse.

The stallion gave a little nervous whicker, his ears flicking back and forth with indecision. It seemed the grey wolf was offering him his maw for humping, much as his mares offered their vulvas when they were in oestrus and ready to take his massive penis. Yet unlike the sleek, soft and yielding vulva of a mare, the opening being offered to him was full of sharp, white teeth. They glistened not with vaginal fluids, but with with saliva (and some of Blackie's own pre-ejaculatory fluid). The burning yellow eyes of the wolf gleamed and seemed to beg; a small whine came from his throat and then, endearingly, the lupine tilted his head slightly. If the wolf had meant him harm, he could easily have done so already, the horse reminded himself. Yet was he to put his most prized anatomy, his mare-poker, into this wolf's dangerous looking mouth? How full his turgid balls were though, especially after the wolf's teasing. How the sperm thrashed in the depths of his testes, eager for spurting release. How good it would be to pump out a load! Yet still the horse hesitated, 65 million years of natural selection urging him to run. Yet he stood his ground.

The wolf whined again, then stepped forward, and the stallion noticed the clear pre-ejaculatory fluid dripping from the narrow tip of the canine penis. The lupine opened his mouth, carefully covering his large and evil-looking lower canine fangs with his long pink tongue, and encircled the stallion's dripping glans with his maw. The heat and sensation flicked a switch in the horse's brain; when the cock is in a warm, wet, tight place, there is only one thing to do. Hump.

The stallion grunted, and thrust his hips forward, driving his glans into the wolf's maw. As the large black glans hit the back of his throat, the canine whimpered slightly, gagging somewhat. The stallion drew his hips back, and drove his massive, rigid penis forward, with much more force this time, and the glans, beginning to swell with stimulation, slammed into the wolf's gullet, spurting a plume of thin pre-ejaculate straight down the canine's oesophagus. Again the large grey wolf gagged as the horse's huge glans lodged in his throat, and instinctively he threw up his forepaws to protect himself. The strong grey paws wrapped themselves crosswise around the stallion's thick veiny shaft, halfway between the glans and the medial ring, the pawpads grasping the glistening black skin. The stallion grunted at the touch, and humped his pelvis forward again. This time, however, the wolf found he could control the movement of the thrusting horsecock, stopping the glans penetrating his throat, halting the swollen black cockhead just in front of his open maw, into which another stream of Blackie's warm juices squirted. He could savour their taste on his tongue this time; salty, with an underlying muskiness. Suddenly the horse performed another pelvic thrust, jabbing the penis forward and upward into the wolf's grasp. The wolf, being taken by surprise and unable to react in time, lost his grip on the turgid rod, which slipped over the pads and shot forward. The engorged glans at its end rocketed forward, entering the canine's gaping maw, and slammed hard into the back of his throat.

The wolf, suddenly finding himself chocking on an enormous horse-cock, made a gasping, gurgling sound, and rocked back on his hindlegs. The horse grunted in extreme pleasure, feeling his incredibly sensitive glans surrounded in warm, wet pressure, the gagging of the large grey wolf only causing ripples in the animal's throat which intensified his pleasure. The sensations flooded the stallion's brain, and in doing so, overcame inhibitory impulses releasing an urge the horse had been fighting for the last several minutes. As if attempting to stuff even more of his huge penis down the wolf's gagging gullet, the stallion stepped forward with his forelegs while keeping his hindlegs stationary, took on a rocking-horse posture, raised his tail, and grunted.

The rock-hard cock gave a sudden kick as the stallion relaxed the muscles around his bladder, and a stream of pale yellow urine started to gush from the end of his penis, spewing down the wolf's throat. The wolf's eyes sprang fully open and rolled in shock; then, faced with the immediate prospect of drowning in horse piss if it overflowed into his windpipe, he started frantically gulping the hot, strong- tasting fluids down to his stomach. It was not merely his full bladder that was responsible for Blackie's sudden copious urination; the scent coming from the wolf, non-equine, somewhat unfamiliar, but still redolent of testosterone from the wolf's large balls, was unmistakably sexual, and it was a natural response for a male equine to mark such a scent with his own fluids. Even if the marking in this case involved force-feeding a not necessarily willing wolf's stomach with warm, musky horse piss.

Pint after pint of warm yellow urine continued to gush from the stallion's urethra, and the wolf, unable even to catch his breath, had no option but to keep gulping down the hot yellow fluid until the point when, his stomach full and distended with equine piss, the protective gag regurgitation reflex kicked in. The wolf gagged and coughed, losing his grasp on the pissing horse penis, and fell on his back, a huge wave of yellow urine spewing from his mouth. Only in the middle of his flow, the horse continued to urinate, the stream gushing from the swollen glans at the end of the erect horse cock showering the prone wolf with steaming urine like a fire hose.

Not that the he was at all concerned, but Blackie had thought the large grey wolf would move away from the geyser of urine discharging from his gaping urethra, but instead the canine suddenly pulled himself forward on his back, and threw himself directly underneath the arc of pee splashing down from the erect cock. Rolling back and forward on the puddle which had accumulated underneath the horse, the wolf started snapping his jaws in the stream of hot urine, causing it to splash all over his face and body. This prone position completely exposed the wolf's groin, and the horse noticed that the brilliant red penis was fully erect, the large bulbous knot protruding proudly from the furry sheath, behind which the balls, large for a canine, flopped enticingly to and fro with his movements. As the stream from the stallion's penis continued, the wolf humped and wriggled on his back, moving his large furry body so that the gushing urine played over and soaked his erect cock, moving the organ from side to side with its force. The wolf whined slightly, and started humping his hips into the warm stream, the large cock thrusting into the torrent of horse urine, the balls rolling around attractively in their furry sack.

Eventually, the stallion's flow began to diminish in force, to be replaced by a few powerful squirts as the horse expelled the last of the urine from his bladder, the enormous rigid cock wobbling with each squirt. He stood stationary for a minute, before resuming his normal stance, taking care not to step on the prone wolf below him. The thoroughly wet wolf regained a sitting posture, and started exploring the stallion's still dripping glans with his tongue, the flexible organ sweeping the urethral opening, and then running around the edges of the black cockhead. Blackie whickered at the pleasure this exploration was giving him, his erect penis jerking with each beat of his huge heart. The wolf continued licking the glans as it bounced around in front of him, now licking around the corona, now pushing his tongue into the sinuses around the urethra. Unable to contain himself, the stallion started bucking his hips, thrusting into thin air, the huge penis bouncing and slapping against his belly, plumes of watery pre-ejaculatory fluid spurting from his urethra each time the distended, swollen glans slapped his body. The wolf, his face being sprayed with the horse's fluids, threw his fore paws up, and grasped the thrusting penis shaft just behind the glans, gazing in apparent rapture at the huge cockhead and the gaping urethra protruding further and further from the depression at its centre. He whined longingly.

Blackie grunted with pleasure. Now he could feel the friction of the rough pad skin against his cock and the weight of the large grey wolf behind it, he had something to thrust against, much like the pushing back of a lustful mare trying to maximise his penetration of her vagina with his gorgeous pleasure-giving penis as he rode her. It was strange humping with all four hooves on the ground rather than being mounted on a large equine rump, but the stallion had found the best posture now. He dropped his head, raised his tail, and started thrusting in earnest, just as he would into the proffered holes of a willing mare (or stallion).

The wolf whimpered quietly in anticipation, panting slightly as he worked against the jabbing horse penis, throwing his weight forward to meet each thrust in order to keep his balance. Unbelievably, the huge thick cock seemed to be getting ever more rigid with each thrust, and the enormous black cockhead was undeniably swelling, the urethral process poking further and further clear of the central depression of the glans. Every so often, at the inward extent of a thrust, a jet of clear pre-ejaculatory fluid squirted from the protruding tube, to hit the wolf in the face or in his welcoming, gaping mouth. The horse was starting to grunt with every thrust now, and coupled with the fact that the huge balls at the far end of the cockshaft were swelling and drawing up to the base of the cock, it seemed that ejaculation was close. The gooey feast the wolf craved could not be far off now, and surely there was no chance of the stallion denying him!

Blackie grunted, his tail raised like a banner, exposing the tight puckered anus below, as he thrust into the wolf's grasp with ever increasing force. This was unlike any humping he had ever done before, there being no tight vagina squeezing his cock hard as it met each thrust, no tight male anus grasping the base of his tool. The wolf's grip was lighter, yet undeniably he felt himself driving on towards the ecstasy of orgasm. He could feel his testicles expanding as they filled with blood, a tightening of the vessels within, and he could feel them drawing up against the base of his penis. Suddenly, he felt a warm wet pressure directly on his cockhead, as the wolf stuck his tongue forcefully into the depression his urethra poked from. A grunting, urgent whicker escaped his throat, to be replaced by a gasp of pleasure as the wolf grabbed his glans sideways in his jaws, mouthing the swelling tissue. The stallion started jackhammering into the tight grasp, nearly throwing himself and the wolf off their feet, an explosive whicker-grunt at the extent of each thrust, his tail streaming out behind him, the wolf struggling to keep hold of the swollen black cockhead in his jaws. Thrust followed frantic thrust, the stallion grunting and whickering as he felt the pressure deep in his hindquarters, at the root of his cock, build. Then Blackie gave one final, huge thrust and at the furthest extent, suddenly stopped as he felt the pressure peak, and glands and ducts start to pulse spasmodically as they emptied their contents into the urethra at his cock root. The wolf whimpered as the glans in his mouth suddenly distended, pushing his jaws apart. A little groaning grunt escaped the stallion's lips as his eyes rolled up and backwards, and his brain exploded in orgasmic pleasure.

The cock, which had been rock still in the wolf's grasp for a second, kicked hard, as a torrent of white, sperm-rich semen exploded from the horse's gaping urethra, spattering the ground several feet away from the animals. The wolf's eyes followed the white stream as the cock jerked violently again, as an even larger eruption of semen blasted from the glans, taking a huge arcing path to the ground, splatter from the gaping urethra soaking the canine's face. The stallion grunted as his tail flagged down hard on his buttocks as another geyser of life- giving sperm spurted under huge pressure from the glans. The wolf let go of the hugely-expanded glans, and turned face on to the protruding urethra, mouth open wide, as the long black cock jerked, the urethral tube gaped, and a jet of ejaculate spewed straight into the canine's waiting maw. The wolf just had time to swallow hard, the warm fluid pouring down his gullet, before the next jet of stallion ejaculate, thicker and heavier than the previous emissions, hit him directly in the face. This was the treat the wolf craved most of all, equine seminal gel. The black Thoroughbred grunted as his urethra contracted powerfully, and swept another enormous torrent of thick cum from cock root to glans, to spew from his cockhead into the wolf's waiting mouth. The grey wolf swallowed hard, pumping the thick, slightly-sweet yet musky goo down this throat, and opened his mouth quickly to receive the next stream, a thick gushing jet full of gel from the seminal vesicles deep in the horse's hindquarters. The eighth and ninth jets spewed copiously from the urethra like ropes, gelatinous and heavy, and the wolf chomped on the lumpy ejaculate as he ate it. The tenth, eleventh and twelfth jets poured as thick heavy streams from the gaping urethra poking from the hugely distended glans at the end of the rigid, pulsing cock, the wolf savouring the warm, stringy jelly as he continued to eat the stallion's warm ejaculate. Now, only ropes and strings of cum drooled from Blackie's huge saucer-like glans as ejaculation ceased, and the powerful black stallion hung his head, ears back towards his hindquarters, mouth slightly open exposing his shining white incisors, as he bathed in the post-climactic glow. Mouth open, strings of thick seminal gel drooling from the razor sharp canine and carnassial teeth, the grey wolf tilted his head under the glistening black glans to catch these last portions of the stallion's ejaculate. Licking his lips as he swallowed and savoured the warm gooey fluids, the wolf stood up and headed towards the bubbling puddle of semen several feet in front of the stallion. Blackie raised his head and watched as the wolf sniffed the sperm-rich fluids which had recently been deep inside his testicles and hindquarters. The canine lapped at the puddle for several seconds, clearly not yet sated in his hunger for the stallion's semen, before dropping onto his hindquarters and rolling around in the musky juices, coating his fur in the slick, glistening grey fluid. The erect red wolf cock, huge for a lupine, wobbled with the movements; clearly the animal was not yet sexually satiated. Blackie whickered at him and the wolf sat up. Their eyes met, yellow staring into brown. The stallion felt his cock, which had been beginning to become flaccid, jerk heavily with renewed erection. The wolf whined. There was still fun to come....

TO BE CONTINUED...

Copyright, Blacksnip the Thoroughbred, 2012. Not to be reproduced elsewhere without the author's permission.