Wereness 4. The Bonding
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I am so pleased to see my latest story get a 10 rating and now confident there is lots of people waiting to see what happens in this story series. It is even likely that the story will soon grow so big it will split and become two stories. Or even a story so big it gets split up. That is what happened here with this one. This was originally intended to be part of the next story The Migration. But we would end up with a story way too long for the enjoyment of what is going on at each moment within it. Not to mention the new character, the Clydesdale, will finally get what many have probably been hoping for. Now onto what new element will enter in this story.
This new element will be the parenthesis. They were added to distinguish between the telepathy of the existing characters and the telepathic capable animals of this world being portrayed. Why different designation? Because of the extreme difference between how most people and animals communicate. Now that there should be no communication confusion going on...shall we move on to the usual formalities? I thought so.
The following story contains strong sexual content and may even contain elements that dare to brutally smash right through societies little barriers known as taboos. Taboos are usually things society dare not do, but have proved many times to be much less threatening than these sheltered individuals would lead you to believe. Thus this ideal metaphor for such a situation: What is the point of living if one is simply too scared to even go out of their house? Possibly this and future stories will deal with just about every sexual taboo known to human kind. It also includes an element some strict Christians might declare evil even. So if this is not your sort of story, please move on and kindly don't send any hate mail my way.
Woulfe Maelstorme
<< The Bonding >>
The feel or a grazing of a textured tongue against your right cheek and then right up the white blaze, that stretches from between the nostrils to between the eyes of your horse head. Then just as you decide to open yours eyes and greet the Shire with a warm hug and kiss, an odd sort of phrase finds its way into your mind.
( New horse smell of seed. I like new horse much. I want new horse. )
[OK, something sounds a bit off with your thoughts.] You reply.
( I not understand. )
[What?]
You begin to shrug off your grogginess and realize the voice is too different to be the shire's. You then get a tad nervous and decide to open your eyes and raise your head a bit off the chest it is resting on, just as feeling flows back into your conscious self. Your eyes then meet with another pair of eyes that are of a new horse. One that has a deep brown head and no blaze what so ever. Your briefly move your eyes around and note the environmental changes surrounding the head.
The sky beyond is now varying shades of dark orange and purple...
The far away treetops are now vibrant variations of orange themselves...
The cool autumn breeze is blowing a bit harder than usual and tosses the treetops a bit...
The canopy of the overhead maple tree is now a subdued orange shade...
Intermittent spots of sunlight can now be seen on the horse's head as well.
You then raise your right arm off the chest it is resting on and to the muzzle of this new horse. You hardly have to stretch and notice his/her head is hovering right over the stomach of the shire next to you. A shuffle from your body frees your other pinned arm a bit and rouses your lover. Your nose finally takes notice of a familiar erotic scent. It is actually the same scent that was coming from the barn earlier. Brief recognition then flashes in your face and seems to be complemented by a soft wicker escaping from the horse's throat. The horse is a mare and likely the same one that was in that very barn.
[Mmm...afternoon already?] He asks and then raises his head slightly to shake it.
[It looks that way...and we seem to have a guest. You wouldn't happen to know who the mare is would you?] You ask politely, as you move your right hand back to his chest.
You notice his eyes come completely open and take immediate notice of the present guest. His head tilts down and you see a grin come across the closed lips. He then lowers it back down and turns it to his right and towards you. The same grin staying on his lips. You raise and prop your self up on your freed left hand and elbow, with the hand resting against your cheek. Your begin rubbing his chest and wait for the answer. At this point you take notice the fallen maple leaves glued to his body by the dried semen. A brief flex of your body muscles tells you the same about your skin's condition.
[She be my mate. Well...now she will be our mate if you like. This of course depends on if you want to stay here with me. Personally I would be hurt if you said no. But I don't think you want to leave now. Your eyes tell me you made your decision already.]
( Leave? No leave. I like new horse. He must stay. )
[She said that. How? I thought only...] You respond in slight surprise.
[...only humans and those like you and me could use coherent words. No. Think of how many centuries horses have been around humans. Long enough to understand the language. They just can't speak it for obvious reasons. It proves very useful when speaking to us the way we are now. Has she said anything else to you before I woke?]
[Yes...but I thought it was you. I thought something was wrong.]
He then raises himself up on his right elbow and faces you. You keep contact with his chest and continue to rub, as he reaches your right cheek with his hand and strokes it.
[Tell me. Did you understand what she was conveying to you?]
[Oh yes. No trouble there. The phrases were just simple in structure. I also picked up on abstract images whenever she would speak to me.]
[Ah. The images are what the animals use with each other, when not communicating with the humans or us. In time you will begin to pick up on their complex meaning and actually find the images more efficient than cumbersome words.]
[Can you use images like she does?] You ask with curiosity.
[I am just starting and can't do it for very long without getting a headache. Once I make more progress with her, I will then teach you as well. In fact there is a lot I need to teach you. Judging from the combined rest you have received, I think you are ready for a small trip. That will be the perfect time to see what you know about the Migration and what I need to tell you.]
( Groom now. Trip later. )
[I agree with her.] You nod in her direction and begin picking leaves off his chest.
[Aye. But my bladder needs relief first.]
He rolls away from you, as your hand glides off the chest, and raises onto his hands and hooves. He then shakes his whole body vigorously and then remains in this position, as his shaft relaxes and unfolds. He then nickers as a steady yellow stream flows out the end and drenches the surrounding leaves. The scent easily detected in the chilling evening air.
[This is how you piss in this form. Never ever try it standing on two legs. I did and got a wet warm surprise, as the pressure built and sent my cock briefly vertical on me. It wasn't that I minded the sensation or smell. I just didn't expect that to happen.]
You then feel your lips peel back into a grin, as a soft nicker escapes your throat. You then roll onto your hands and hooves, to allow your shaft to relax and release the building pressure in your bladder. Both of you then just stand there and look at each other, with blissful release showing in each other's eyes. Your grin softens to just showing the stretched lips, as the piss stream lets up and the mare walks up between you. She cranes her head towards both your shafts and wickers with approval as she moves from one to the other. Then she raises her head back up and walks further forward, stopping just past your heads and tucking her tail to her left. All the while you find your eyes following every single move she makes. The familiar erotic scent grows stronger now, causing your shaft to twitch upwards a bit and shake the last of the piss free. After tracing the curves of her flanks, your eyes settle on her swollen vulva. They focus then on the slightly pink slit, as you find your head slowly craning towards it. Your nostrils begin to flare and your shaft begins to stiffen, just as you witness it convulse like a winking eye. Except when it winks...a small piece of wet pink flesh briefly pokes through the bottom of the slit and retracts back as quickly as it darted out. Your head is now close enough to feel the heat from her loins and from the breath puffing out of your nostrils.
Every time your breath puffs now, her slit winks back at you...
With each wink, the scent grows stronger and the surrounding world fades away...
Your nose then detects hot breath toy your right...
Your right eye sees your lovers muzzle come into view near the slit...
The combined heat of your breathing causes her to wink more urgently now...
Moist juices begin to seep out and wet the edges of her vaginal lips...
Both of you crane your heads further and begin lapping it up...
Clearly this mare has no real intention of getting you two bathed just yet. She apparently has a more immediate need. Not to mention the same need is now creeping into your heads and your loins begin to give away its need as well.
Your ears pick up the sound of firm cocks slapping against chests...
The ears then point completely forward and hear the wet sounds from her winking...
You both shift your bodies side by side and begin licking in earnest...
Her tail flicks briefly side to side over your heads, as the hairs graze your face...
Your eye sees him close his and you do the same...
You feel his muzzle and tongue rub against yours, as you both begin to pleasure her...
The scent of her need intensifies and elicits precum from your shaft...
It now begins to slap your chest harder and proceeds to slick it up with the sex juice...
Your muzzles begin rubbing harder together and your heads begin to thrust slightly...
Occasionally he will let you have it all to yourself...
Then feel the sensation of his tongue all over your muzzle...
Then he stops and nudges back in, with you pulling out and returning the favor to him...
Your bodies are no pressed firmly together...
The sounds get more intense and you begin bucking your hips.
( You like my scent? ) She asks you.
[Much.] You say in unison.
( Do more. Go in more. )
[That he can.] He responds and begins shifting his position beside you.
You feel his muzzle leave from the side of yours and give you a couple of licks...
You pay it very little attention and push into as far as your muzzle will go...
She responds with louder wickers and pushes back against you firmly...
You continue bucking your hips and fell him continue to rub against you...
The rubbing now gradually migrates under you, as his body moves with it...
You feel no hands...just his body against yours...
Your throbbing cock throbs once more and is gripped intense firm surrounding warmth...
A tongue is then felt on its head and begins slathering all around it...
You continue bucking your hips and lapping up every drop of her juice seeping out...
Your head begins to swoon from the hormonal overdose...
Your wickers become more guttural and you begin thrusting a bit harder.
[Mmm. That be a good horny stallion. It's my turn to be the slut pony now. I want to get you worked up good and wet for my arse.] He responds with firming licks and sucking.
You then feel him begin to slide under you completely, constantly rubbing his body against you. Occasionally a love nip enters your perception. Each one closer to your muzzle and farther from the chest they started at. The nips then turn into licks and begin making long strokes right up the underside of your muzzle. At the same time an arm presses against your right shoulder and a hand begins caressing the back of your massive neck.
Occasionally the hand will grip firmly and massage the tensing muscles back there. The hand then briefly pulls your head from the succulent hole of pure need and into his waiting lips. Your then stop thrusting for a moment and return the kiss as your throbbing cock begins thumping against his.
[I want you in me so badly my sexy stallion. But I want you to enjoy making her feel good as well. Just keep pleasuring her and let me handle the rest. Your cock is going in my arse now.] He finishes and then lets your head go back to her winking wet vulva.
You then feel his body slide under you a great deal, his left hip grazing your shaft...
The sliding slows a lot as your cock head rubs across the hip and stops...
It comes to rest just under his raised tail and on top of the protruding anal equine ring...
You then feel him lower his rump a little, stimulating your cock to throb again...
The shaft itself thumps against your wet chest, then against his anal ring...
You hear him wicker with satisfaction and approval of the stimulation...
You begin to notice his hole getting gradually lubed by your precum on each throb.
Then just as you thrust forward...he pushes back and your cock head pushes right in, past the entrance, and stops just on top his prostate. This elicits a hard gust of air and a snort from the shire under you, as it enters him. The sensation of going in so easily causes your tongue to probe slightly deeper into the mare and causes her softly and briefly to whinny. Then just as you begin to thrust you feel him gradually push back onto your shaft, inch by inch, and decide to just stand there and enjoy the stimulation.
[Aye, just let me do all the work here. All you need to focus on, for the moment, is making her happy. A fine job your doing too.] He encourages.
[The scent is so intoxicating. I don't just want to smell it...I want to crawl right inside her and soak up every last remnant of it with my whole body. I want to lick up every last drop of the juice it is coming from.]
[As you should want and think about nothing but that.]
At this point you feel you cock head rub against his stretching relaxing anal cavity...
Then the feel of your ring pushing past his anal ring and the building pressure around it...
The ring rubbing over his swollen prostate and his cavity shudder at the stimulation...
[Now you can begin thrusting and fucking me the same way I just did you earlier lad.]
You feel him stop, with your ring just past his prostate...
Then you slowly begin pulling out and feel the ring rub back over the prostate...
The ring then pulls free out his hole and the cock head approaches the prostate...
His cavity continues to convulse and massage your shaft with its loving warmth...
[Your doing great. It feels so good and has been so long for me.]
His wickers begin getting more guttural and send vibrations right to you inside him...
The cock head finally rubs across the firm prostate...
The shaft is briefly gripped firmly by contracting anal muscles...
The cock head finally clears the firm anal ring and you pause briefly...
Then with slightly greater force and speed, you plunge back into his inviting warmth...
This time you decide to go all the way in and gasp at the pressure put on your shaft...
You raise your hands up off the ground and grip the mare's thighs firmly...
Then you begin to pull out again all the way...
[Aye, that is a good sweet stallion. Make your mares feel good.]
With that said, you then assert yourself in this new position and plunge into him all the way. Your ears pick up the sound of his cock throbbing hard against his chest. You even briefly move your head to the left and notice his muzzle rubbing against her flank. You grin and move it back and begin pressing it firmer into her swollen sex hole. You begin moving your head around the hole a little, as you begin picking up an earnest pace with the thrusting. Your ears are now aware of the other dominant sounds.
The mare's frantic wickers from the stimulation and pleasure...
The shire's guttural wickers of being pounded by your stallionhood...
The combined wet sounds from her hole, his arse and chest.
[Come on you big powerful stallion. I know you can pound arse harder than that. Show me what a dominating draft horse you can be.] He begs and begins pushing back harder.
You then decide to up the stimulation on the mare and get an even better position for fucking your stallion senseless. You raise your head back up and suggest your idea.
[Move back with me a little. I have an idea for giving you what you want slut pony. Plus you can help me give this sweet mare here more pleasure than she has likely had in a long time. I'm not taking no for an answer and will move your dripping slut arse myself if I have to. You game for it pony?]
[Aye. I think I know what my part is and it would be a pleasure.]
[Glad to hear it...now move back with me.]
The shire does just as you say. You stop him with his head hanging just under her udders.
[Now reach up to her udders and begin suckling them. First softly, then gradually begin building the pressure until your like you're a hungry foal wanting his mummy's milk.]
With your one hand still on the mare's hip, you bend forward and beginning lightly stimulating the top of her slit, with your tongue. You then hear soft sucking and wicker sounds coming from under her.
This gets the desired effect and you raise your other hand up under the winking vulva. You slowly begin thrusting the shire again as you rotate the hand under the dripping slit. You keep stimulating the slit and pick up the thrusting pace. All the sounds return, with the addition of the suckling. Your thrusting gets the stallion really worked up and now has him suckling like a colt. The combined stimulation finally achieves your goal and you finally lift your head up, to see a mare's head bobbing up and down in front of you.
[Mare like what we do?]
( Yes. Much. Don't stop. )
[I won't.]
You then lift your hand and with a satisfied grin, see that it is completely soaked. You then take the lubed hand, and while extending two fingers, begin rubbing around and just inside her dripping slit. You briefly slide the other hand down and dab a bit of the juice, before moving it up to her anal ring and rubbing it with its fingers. This causes her head to bob even harder and her wickers finally turn guttural. You then take the inserted fingers and add another inside her. You decide to keep your thrusts at a steady pace until you have accomplished putting your whole hand inside her.
After a few moments, you insert another finger and begin stretching her sex hole...
You then take the middle two and lower them to her clit and stroke it...
The other tow you keep straight and begin making thrusting motions with your arm...
This causes her whole ring area to convulse and a little surprise to surface...
You look down to your plugged lover and clearly see white leaking around his lips...
[Mare milking?]
( Yes. It feels good. More. )
[Slut pony getting enough milk?]
[Aye. Whatever you are doing...don't stop. Mmm.]
You finally insert your thumb and press all your fingers together...
Keeping them straight, you begin pushing in a little and then pull out less...
As you do this you rotate your wrist side to side...
Satisfied you have the results you desired, you begin picking up the pace with the shire...
As you push into the mare farther, you begin balling your fingers into a fist...
( More. More. )
[More I have.]
You finally get your fist past the ring and into her belly and begin thrusting slowly...
Satisfied with achieving your goal, you find a rhythm for pleasuring the two ponies...
Using your chest like some invisible fulcrum, you begin to piston firmly...
Your arm would go in to the elbow, as you pulled out of the shire completely...
Then plunge back all the way into the shire and pull out to just your hand...
Satisfied with this rhythm, you shorten your shaft's thrusts a bit and keep it inside him...
[Find your rhythm...your doing great. I feel so full and want that seed of yours in me so badly. Keep thrusting her hole. It keeps her milking.]
[That's it. Take my stallionhood in your hungry arse. Take every drop of me seed too. I want to make that sweet belly of yours bulge, just like mine did when you filled me full.]
[Mmm. Please. I want that milk in both ends.] He encourages you.
You begin snorting and wicker heavier as you settle into a new pace and begin pounding the two holes with increased savage furiousness. You can feel that bulge begin to form under your shaft, just as the mare begins leaking profusely and the shire's cavity begins milking your shaft. You know both are getting close and decide to let go.
The mare's canal clamps down hard and prevents your arm from moving any more...
The shire's anal cavity does the same to your shaft...
You feel your scrotum begin to draw up tight...
Somehow your hand slips free and you immediately wrap your arms around the shire...
You shove your cock in him as hard as he did you earlier and release your seed...
You see his muzzle release the lactating udders and let out a powerful whinny...
His arse grips even harder as he sprays his seed all over the ground and his arms...
The sudden slip of your hand stimulates the mare to baptize your head with her orgasm...
The shire and you then completely collapse to the ground...
The mare recovers and then turns around to inspect you two...
Her comes down and she sniffs over your upper body...
She then licks your whole face, along with his...
After a wicker of approval, she trots off down the hill towards the creek...
[Think we should follow?] The shire asks you.
[No. Lets lay here for a bit and cuddle. This has been such an amazing day.]
You both finally look to the sky again and notice it is almost dark. Even a few stars are showing in the east. You just lie there gazing and slowly find yourself drifting off to another nap. You think to yourself, "This has been indeed an amazing day."
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Woulfe Maelstorme