A tale of two Horses.

Part 1.

By Jackson Taylor (Wolfie Steel) and Drafty the Suffolk Punch.

I would like to thank my very good friend Drafty for agreeing to help me co-write this story, a tale that involves his fursona and my new second fursona, Jackson Taylor.

It is a story about a young Horse who wants what he fears he cannot have, the love of another beautiful male Horse.

I sit in my room and watch him, the beautiful chestnut brown Suffolk Punch Stallion, his well defined muscles bulging, and the sweat of the hard day's work evident on his fur, he knows nothing of me, hell why would he? It's not as if I have ever got up the courage to go and introduce myself to him.

I guess introductions is one thing, but if he ever found out that I was watching him from my window, wishing that he would be mine I'm pretty sure that he would break every bone in my Stallion body. I don't even know his name yet, I want to oh gods do I ever want to, but for me it is something that will never happen.

And so I shall just sit here and watch my crush until he vanishes from my view, my Horse pride rock hard as I imagine the quiet evenings that we could spend together, and the sexy nights filled with whinnies, neighs and grunts as two Stallions rut the night away.

After a while I walk away from the window, my secret love having gone from my sight, I have to wonder how long I can keep this up, I mean think about it, my window is not exactly shielded from view and so at any time he could stray a look towards me and catch me watching his every move.

My days would then be ruined as he would know that I am watching him and he undoubtedly will keep a watchful eye on my window, and then once he has enough evidence he will come to my door and then when I answer I will see his angry face for no more than a couple of seconds before a well turned hoof puts me into hospital.

But damn is he ever fine, any Horse be it Stallion or Mare would feel proud to have him on their arm, oh well I guess I will just have to make do with my ill gotten images for today to help me relieve the pressure down below.

I walk to my bathroom and position myself in front of the toilet; I lower my trousers and underwear to the floor and step out of them, I gently kick them to one side and then I take my hard shaft into my hand, I begin to masturbate as the first image of him enters my mind, it is the image of his sweet face.

I keep a slow rhythm as I imagine that sweet muzzle locked onto mine, I tilt my head a little as I imagine our kiss getting even more passionate, our tongues are at play with each other and it feels so warm and sensual.

The next image plays in and causes me to increase my speed and ferocity a little, it is the image of him bending over and raising his tail just ever so slightly, just enough to tease my eyes with the beginning of his tail hole. Jesus there is nothing that I wouldn't do to slip my Equine length inside that sweet, sweet hole.

The next image that fills my mind is of us, together with me cupping his beautiful butt in my hands, kneading and massaging it, our cocks rubbing against each other as we kiss as if it is our last night on earth.

I then see my desire up close, my muzzle is just inches away from his butt, I can feel the heat and smell the scents all of them male, I now feel my climax begin to build, my flare is now fully engorged, but there is one final image before I lose my load, you can say that I have saved the best for last.

I am still kneeling down but now I am face to face with his Equine tool of ass destruction, his tip is nicely flared and ready to be engulfed by my mouth, as if in slow motion I move forward inch by inch until suddenly it is there, my prize is in my mouth.

I begin to suckle on it as a foal would suckle from its mother, I can hear that soft groans and grunts as my secret lover begins to get closer to his own pleasurable climax. Suddenly in my mind copious amounts of hot Horse spunk fill my muzzle just as my own spunk fires from my flare and straight into the toilet bowl.

I jerk a little as the last of my climax is drained from my cock, in my mind I see his smiling face, I flush the toilet and then I collect my trousers and underwear and I head for my bed knowing that I have just been the closest to my secret lover that I am ever going to get.

I lie in bed trying to sleep, but no matter how much I try I can't seem to get the image of my chestnut brown lover from my mind, I know that I want him so badly, no not want, need, I need him so badly.

Maybe one day I will grow a set of balls big enough to allow me to go and talk to the Horse of my dreams, who knows he may even end up wanting me, but the chances of either of those things happening are slim to none existent.

Finally, after three hours of just laying there my eyes slowly close and I drift off into another fitful and tiring sleep.

X

I wake up in the morning feeling as though I haven't slept at all; my Horse's face fills my mind again. I just can't get him out of my damn head. I get dressed and then head downstairs to make some breakfast; I sit at the table while munching my toast, a bowl of oats sits beside the plate of toast.

Once my toast is finished I make a start on my bowl of oats, this would be so much better if I had someone eating breakfast with me, but the only chance that I have of that happening doesn't even know that I exist.

I finish my oats and clean my plate and bowl, I then put my jacket on and head outside, maybe a good walk will help to clear my mind, well it's gotta be worth a try, I have tried everything else short of getting blinding drunk.

I walk down the pathway from the front of my home, I get to the gate and I look up, oh damn why did I have to look up, there he is working in the field again, god damn it.

I quickly open the gate and step through the opening, closing the gate behind me I quickly march off on my walk, where am I going? Who the fuck knows? But what I do know is that I have to try and get the wonderful chestnut brown Stallion out of my damn mind.

X

I walk for hours until I can finally say that my mind is clear, I head back to the house and just hope that I can get back inside without his image entering my mind again.

I arrive home at around eight in the evening, thankfully he has finished for the day and so I manage to get indoors in one piece. I sit at my table again and put my head into my hands, ideas start to flow through my mind, maybe I should pack up everything I have and leave here, that way I will be able to rid myself of this torment.

Another idea is that I should try and strike up a conversation with him, maybe get to know him a little more, but that requires guts and so far that is something that I appear to be greatly lacking, I look up to the heavens and cry out in emotional pain.

"Oh god why did you have to taunt me with him?"

I stay sitting at the table and just cry my eyes out. I have been kicked by a Horse's hoofed foot and as anyone who has had it happen will tell you, it is so painful when it happens, and can in certain circumstances be deadly, but right now, the pain that I am feeling over him is so much worse, unrequited love can be such a bitch.