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Neven couldn't help but wonder what it was like beyond the hayloft where he and his Mathair lived. He'd always been inquisitive as a pup and now that he was older, contrary to the predictions of all of the farm animals his yearning for knowledge and his adventurous spirit only grew along with him. Everyday found him in some kind of mischief that more often then not landed him in trouble with his elders.

They would scold and punish him with lectures on why a well mannered young dog such as he shouldn't be into horseplay and dangerous shenanigans. That it wasn't fitting for Shelas' son.

After a while he could practically quote all that they would spout at him while reprimanding, soon he could mimic line for line all of their doubts and warnings.

He was a mutt he knew, not like the highborn Collies that herded the farmers' sheep or the Saint Bernards that were allowed to enter the house (which for most of the other animals was forbidden and regarded as a privilege for only the esteemed). Neven knew very little of his father, never having been able to weasel the truth from his mother or the others about his sire. From the bits and pieces of information that he had gathered over time he guessed that the dog that he would call his Athair had been bored as he was with the snooty and haughty attitudes on the farm, including that of Shela.

At night he would lay awake and imagine his Athair being a lot like he himself was, craving adventure, new and interesting experiences outside of the dull life he had become accustomed to. Sometimes he'd prowl around at night under cover of darkness and spy on the other animals. Most of it was uninteresting but once in a while if he was lucky-he'd catch something of import among the daily drivel.

One such night he'd been roaming around the chicken house and the pig pens when he had heard voices muffled at first, conversing in low undertones that sounded suspicious and spoken urgently as if the two conversing didn't want any chance of being overheard.

Hunkering down behind the west end of the chicken house and creeping forward on paws that made not a sound Neven sniffed the air and raised his half mast ears forward, perking them so as to attain bits of what was being said.

"I don't want him to go gallivanting off just like his father did! It's one thing to be curious and quite another to ask such a thing as where piglets come from!"

With a shiver of recognition Neven placed his mother as the first speaker, her voice even in a whisper baring the same dignified air to it that he was so used to.

"Furthermore..." she continued huffily, "I will not have anyone on this farm giving him ideas, egging him on or entertaining that he is to be anything but a faithful servant both to his betters and to our masters."

"Understood Ms..."

The other voice was one of the swines, Neven could tell by the lower voice and the oinking quality though he was at a loss in placing anything beyond that. Heart thumping against his chest in apprehension he kept listening, his instincts telling him that his patience would be rewarded.

"Sooner or later though children grow. My piglets will soon have their own pens or be 'privileged' as food for our masters. Neven isn't a pup anymore from what I gather...if

"He still is very young as well as my responsibility!" Shela spat.

"Indeed...be that as it may though he will go wandering...and who knows, he may find more than you would deem appropriate."

"If you mean that no good stallion Bay...then you're sadly mistaken! I've made it abundantly clear that Neven is to go nowhere near the pastures unless he wants to be in deep trouble. Neven will obey me..."

"Yes Shela. And none of us will give him any reason not to. But you must understand that he will find his own way....."

Long after sneaking away his thoughts were in a constant turmoil. He had never heard his mother so flustered at anyone else in a conversation. He had been positive that she talked of him when he wasn't around which was only in her nature but he had never known why he had been forbidden to wander that far from the barn and the loft until now.

The question now however was who was Bay and more importantly why was it so important to his Mathair that he stay away from it? The pig had called Bay a stallion whatever that was.....

He leapt up amid the bales that lined the wooden walls of the barn, each one raising a bit until he reached the loft. Circling around and flopping down with a soft grunt into his favorite spot by the open space he looked up into the sky, rolling on his back to get a clearer view of it.

His eavesdropping had only confirmed how little he actually knew of the world and it's ways.

He was bigger now, the sow had been right in stating that although he still felt like a pup.

"Neven dear...are you awake?"

It was his mother. Her paws upon the floor panels and her soft breath audible above the begun chirping of the crickets outside in the night.

"Yes mother..." he murmured making sure to let a drowsy edge coat his voice.

"It's late Neven and you should get as much rest as you can. Big day tomorrow" she whispered climbing up to the loft. "You need to be ready and at your full strength."

"Yes mother" he answered.

"Also when you wake make sure to give yourself a good through cleaning so that you don't look shoddy..."

"Yes mother"

"And practice keeping your head raised, no one ever respected a dog who slouched."

"Yes mother...."

"And Neven....

She went on and on remembering things for him to do the more she talked until he found himself answering her on autopilot, dutifully playing the obedient and respectful son until she drifted off. After what seemed an eternity he sighed at long last letting his thoughts return back to what he previously had been contemplating.

She was right of course, tomorrow would be a big day for him-but not in the same way that she expected. Oh no.

Tomorrow he would make sure to wake earlier then usual, clean himself, and stride out for the whole world to see as she had mentioned though it wouldn't be for the farm. He would be heading out in search of Bay and the answers to his questions...for once sating his curiosity instead of keeping it check.

Sunshine spilled over his fur, gently warming him and warning him of the new day. Neven yawned, spreading his jaws and running his tongue along his teeth as he allowed himself a nice albeit much needed stretch that resulted in a few of his joints popping.

Sighing he rolled his shoulders and stood slowly giving himself a shake....and then he froze. His plan!

Slowly he turned, dreading that he'd messed up and woken Shela. A rustle, a twitch....was she....?

He gulped noting that she was still asleep, still dreaming.

A paw step...then another....waiting, listening to her in taking air and then exhaling softly past her teeth, ears flicking every so often when he moved until at last he couldn't stand it any longer. Without a second thought he leapt for the ground, bolting out into the clear morning air, past the doors of the barn, past the chicken house and the pigpens. Then finally past the old oak that marked the farthest he'd ever been from home!

Heart racing, lungs on fire, paws soaring over the ground as behind him the rooster crowed again, sounding off a morning bugle, a bellow that Neven was sure would rouse Shela from her slumber. Laughing aloud and whooping he pictured her frantically looking for him, her haughty stuck-up boring well to do friends all telling her the same thing- that they hadn't seen her son!

The young dog tasted victory like never before and something else that caused him the greatest happiness that he had ever experienced in all of his young life.

It was pure and complete freedom! His life was his own as were his choices! Relishing this exciting new lease on life his ears picked up birdsong and the gentle buzzing of lazy gadflies as they hovered along a steady Westerly breeze. The ground was soft and giving underpaw, still glistening with morning dew after the mild rainstorm of the previous day. He was alive and this was his day to live! His day to explore!

Soon the ground sloped upward, taking him off guard momentarily but only adding to the fun of his gamboling as he crested it before rolling down upon the other side. After a time it became mostly hills that sloped upon the land like undulating waves or ripples in a pond.

Neven had reached a bit of the farm that was all hillocks with high plateaus that grew upward out of small valleys.

Picking out his way among them was challenging although he chose his path through them quite easily enough. However, after a while he'd sit panting to catch his breath at having scaled a particularly high hill or sometimes when he reached the bottom of one.

This altogether gave the young dog great opportunities to study his surroundings and enjoy looking at the world in a completely different way. It was so huge, so much bigger then his old home, his old life near the barn and in the hayloft that a bit of apprehension clawed at his stomach for the first time.

Had he been right to run off and do this? Would he be safe? Would something happen to him?

In truth deep down inside of him one of the only things that kept him going was that he kept telling himself that someday soon he would go back. That very soon-after he found Bay of course and talked to him- that he would return home to his mother and the other animals. He didn't know when he would but that didn't really matter. For now he loved just being able to be himself and not have to worry about being scolded for something he'd forgotten to do. Finally he could slouch as little or as much as he liked. If he had an itch he could hike up a hind leg and take care of it without having to contemplate whether it was rude or not or if anyone was watching.

For now he would enjoy the journey wherever it might led him.

An hour before noon the hills gave way to a flat expanse of land, open and dotted here and there with disconnected black taxis walls, the mortar less iron and stone gleaming a dull grey in the overcast sunlight. Dim silver skies shone down on huge and altogether strange creatures mulling about and nibbling on scattered hay and the odd patch of green.

He assumed that they were the horses that his mother and the others sometimes talked about though he was unaccustomed to seeing beasts so imposing and strong.

Yet the magnificence of their size and strength was matched somehow by their elegance. They moved fluidly enough, manes tossed about by the wind and tails flicking back and forth much like his own did, although theirs were loose and not so much a muscle as much as hair.

They were different colors as well, one completely black, another a whitish gray, one golden...

Fear coursed through him momentarily as for the first time he began thinking of how a dog like himself should best approach a horse. One false move and he could easily be crushed by hooves. Doing so slowly however might alarm one or all of them, or cast his character into question.

Puzzling over it further he decided he would need time to watch them and grow accustomed to how they moved and interacted with each other before he attempted introducing himself and finding Bay.

Sniffing around he soon caught the scent of a stream somewhere nearby though it seemed to be coming from somewhere in the valley. Slowly watching the equines he cut down the right side of the hill he stood on, then he ducked behind one of the walls making sure to keep low as he headed South to where the smell had originated. He could see as well as hear it now, trickling softly although it's pebbled path.

For the most part it was clean and when bent to taste it he found it wild and tangy, somehow different from the water that he was used to. Soon he was lapping it up with abandon, thick tail wagging behind him as he scooped more and more down his gullet.

"And...just who might you be?"

The voice came out of nowhere and Neven was startled enough that it took him a moment to work out that it had come from behind him.

Stumbling he spun round, his ears pinned to his head in slight submission and slight agitation.

That voice which was quite deep and low belong to a horse, though it was one that he hadn't spotted before. It's pink and white snout blew hot breath in his face and two startling blue eyes stared right back into his. They were icy and brilliant, causing a chill to run down Nevens' spine.

The horse was male, a stallion...perhaps some years older then his prime though still very impressive. His pelt was dappled, some bits of it brown while small patches of it where a rich crème color. A long white mane spilled down between his almond shaped eyes, matching his tail which stood ridged, which Neven took to mean that the creature felt challenged or at least for now aired on the side of caution until he himself proved to the horse that he meant no harm.

"Who are you young fellow? Are you going to keep me waiting for an answer for the rest of the day?" he neighed shaking his head and raising an eyebrow.

"No sir....that is...I mean I'm Neven..."Neven said deciding that it would be best if he kept his tail low for the time being. "And I by no means meant to trespass upon your land."

"I don't believe you did Neven. Well met, though I must then ask why you are here? What business do you have here?"

Gathering his courage the young dog abruptly sat on his haunches letting a friendly smile adorn his face.

"Good horse I'm looking for one that's called Bay. Is he around? Might you introduce him to me?"

The stallion whickered softly, drawing back and studying the young pup for a moment. Finally he replied; "You've found him Neven. I'm Bay."

"Very pleased to meet you!" Neven yipped happily. Inwardly he sighed with relief. What a stroke of luck that he'd found the horse so easily!

"But what do you want of me pup? Why come all the way out here just to find me" Bay asked stomping a hoof down. "You've the scent of barn on you...."

"I came because I wanted to ask about my father, wanted to know if you knew him?"

Bay was silent and thoughtful as if his mind had been stirred by a bunch of memories long forgotten, churned up into a small flicker of happiness. It was almost as if he wasn't sure if his guess was on target with some hope that could be shattered at any given moment.

"What is your mothers' name Neven?"he nickered softly.

"Shela."

"Hahhh! I knew it!"

The stallions' exclamation came out of nowhere causing the young mutts ears to jump, his body crouched low.

"Knew what?"

"That you were Shelas' son! Also and far more importantly means that you're Tuckers' son as well!"

"So Tucker is my Athair?"

"Yes Neven he is your father...." Bay snorted impatiently. "I should've known! That pink around your black nose, those ears and that lopsided gate you have when you walk....not to mention your eyes....all classic Tucker."

"Really?" Wagging his tail Neven could hardly suppress his excitement.

Finally he had found someone willing to speak freely and openly about his father!

"Of course kid! I should've recognized it right away!"

Before he could start asking his questions however Bay halted him with a loud whinny and a shake of his head, his bangs slapping gently along the bridge of his long face.

"However...before you start bombarding me with your curiosity come...let's walk for a while and I'll tell you all that I know. I think better on my hooves in any event."

With that he trotted off, Neven padding after him at a steady lope, the two of them enthralled, the horse in recounting all he knew and the dog drinking in every word.

Some years back Tucker had according to Bay wandered onto the farm, needing shelter and a place to stay. He had been a wily canine with a devious streak that steamed from his wandering ways and his worldly attitude.

"He had a heart of gold that 'un! Could cheer up anyone with his antics and charming demeanor" the horse assured.

All of the animals had loved him, Shela back then young and completely taken with Tucker. Then came the day where the open road called and he had left, abandoning Shela to rear the pups in her belly on her own.

"I miss all of the times that he would spend in the fields with me, romping round-spending all day long in the pasture with me and the others! Course me and him were the best of friends!"

"Wow! I mean, I can understand why my mother might've been angry with him for leaving her...but I still wish I could've met him" Neven growled in almost a whisper.

"As do I."

Their conversation ebbing away into thoughts, memories and imagination they picked a spot to settled down and rest, Bay eating the tender and deep undisturbed grass of the deep pasture and Neven opting to lay his back against one of the black taxis stone walls.

Every now and then when he wasn't lost in though he would huff and shift his position due to the sprouts of grass and stems of weed matter growing out of the wall.

"Comfortable?"

Bay raised his head, his muzzle filled with foliage, a toothy grin of amusement adorning his face as he watched the young dog.

"I'm fine Bay....just wasn't aware that these walls would be like this.... I wonder if Tucker ever made the mistake of laying like this with so many weeds poking his back?"

"You can bet your kibble that he did" Bay answered matter of factly. "And I'd always tease him...."

The horse went back to his munching and Neven almost was about to let the conversation die again when Bay's ears perked up and another sort of smile drew itself along his mouth. It looked hungry and very different, unlike any expression he had seen before and when next the stallion spoke his voice which was already low and guttural had taken on a hint of mischief.

"There is one more thing that I remember about your father Neven..."

"What is it?"Neven yipped wondering at the change that had come over his newfound friend.

"I...had forgotten that he made me promise that if indeed I ever was to meet you-his son- that he wanted me to impart a gift to you..."

Cocking his head to one side the young dog stared quizzically at the horse.

"What d'ya mean? Did he leave something behind for me?"

"In a manner of speaking he did...something that he wanted me to impart to you if and when you chose to find out more about him."

The horse had moved closer and closer to Neven until he was standing a few paw lengths away, looking down at the pup.

"Do you trust me Neven....?"

"Um....yeah, I think I do Bay..."

The young dog couldn't understand why the horse would all of a sudden ask something like that. It made him feel confused. Of course he trusted the stallion! He'd been the only one to come forward about Nevens' father and tell him the truth.

"Of course I do" he reaffirmed. "Why?"

"This may seem and feel weird at first but I promise you...you'll enjoy it..."

"Bay? What will feel weird? Wha.....

It was then that the stallion bent his head down, bringing his soft cool nose up against Nevens' inner thigh, his hot breath warming the tender pink skin along the young dogs belly. He gulped and looked into those two deep blue eyes and gave the horse a sheepish and dumbfounded grin.

"Bay....what are you doing?"

No answer but warm breath and then to his utter dismay and complete surprise he felt something wet and strong licking at the brim of his sheath.

Yipping in shock he nearly balked until he once again looked into those eyes, Bay's question once again playing in his mind; "Do you trust me?"

By now his body was acting in completely alien ways that he hadn't known it could. It was as if a wave of physical gratification had crashed over his body and was wringing out his resistance. He chanced a glance down and saw his cock, red and pulsing on Bays' tongue. The horse licked him along it's tapered tip and he whined as he squirted precum inside of the horses mouth.

The noise was audible and thick, the stallions slurping and the sticky mix of scents, saliva and pre fluids....

"You look like you're in heaven and like you're clueless as to why" Bay nickered casually giving him a wink.

"Ooohhhh! What was that!? T...those....feelings?" he stammered, some of his own drool spilling down his muzzle.

Chuckling good-naturedly Bay leaned down so that his forelegs were bent slightly and so that he was practically nuzzling the dogs' red bone.

Every touch made Neven shiver and whimper, his hips humping upward in some primal urge to push his penis against Bays' warm face.

"Those feelings are possible because of this delightful bit of you Neven" Bay said slyly. "It has the ability to bring you pleasure...especially when someone else tends to it like I am."

"Whoa....so...so...could you do more?"

Barely able to manage talking, Neven gritted his teeth as Bay took his cock into his mouth. The red spear bobbed desperately caught between the blunted edges of the stallions upper teeth and his soft wet equine tongue. Tilting Nevens' cock sideways with his muzzle Bay attempted to speak around his charge, smiling seductively as if urging on a pupil with devilish approval.

"That nub at the bottom of your cock means that you're about to experience what your father intended you to soon. Are you ready for more young stud?"

Eagerly Neven smiled back relishing for some unknown reason to him the feeling as well as the visual of having his penis lodged in Bays' mouth. It was overall a naughty surprise that thrilled him and he nodded in agreement. He loved the feelings this was sending through his body. Barring none it ranked as one of the best experiences of his young life!

Tongue sticking out between his front teeth, legs spread to give the horse perfect access and forepaws resting upon his chest Neven barked ; "Don't stop Bay! Please.....please keep going!"

Then time stood still as they looked at each other, equine and canine, young and experienced, horse and dog and then with loud and sloppy lick Bay took Nevens' cock knot and all into his long mouth, the last bit of it visible before it disappear the pink veiny tip weeping clear tears of pleasure.

It happened so fast that the young dog barely had time to register what had happened before he was yelping and bucking into that heavenly orifice. He twitched inside of Bay and the horse neighed, the vibrations driving him crazy. Neven could feel something building up in his abdomen, something between his legs, a power that was in and of itself the very essence of being male. The feeling was mind crushing, absorbing all other thoughts and feelings, devouring them all and remaining behind, nearly unbearable in their place.

His lower body shook visibly and he growled, flashing his friend a pleading look. It somehow felt too amazing, too good! It had to....had to be....

Bay started sucking, his massive white lips forming a tight O around the very bulb that the horse had mentioned before. Neven was on fire! His cock convulsed inside of his friends mouth and he howled out as his very first orgasm hit his world full tilt and incredible. He gasped, shivered and writhed forced to hug Bays' face to him as pure bliss rocked him and his balls emptied their load.

"Ohhhhh Bay....Ooohhhhhhh BAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"

For a few moments he continued to pulse and throb, shake and moan until slowly the feeling began to ebb from him like the tide of an ocean rolling back gradually.

The stallion for his part watched the canine with a tender almost fatherly air, his long muscled face blissful as he pulled off of that cock, puppy batter falling from his lips in long stings that pooled along Neven's sheath and balls and tail. For about an hour they stayed like that, comfort and peace theirs as they waited out the rest of the afternoon, relaxing together.

Breaking the silence wasn't easy but after a time when the young dog had found his voice he whispered softly.

"So my dad wanted me to be a naughty dog? Is that what that...that...'gift' meant?"

The stallion shook his head.

"No Neven. It was meant for you as a message to have fun and enjoy life. Shela has no doubt said that to be such is to be less. Living up to others expectations of us is never living but a form of death that only expands until we forget who we are" the horse stated. "It is only when we are open in heart and mind that we experience life in it's fullest and most rewarding way...."

Thinking on it the pup grinned and winked.

"Well" he yipped, "if that is a taste of the rewarding way of life then count me in!"

They both shared a laugh together at that until Neven checked himself. His mother!

"Speaking of which I probably need to get home to my mother! She'll be worried......" he added lamely. "I need some time to think about what you've said Bay."

"I understand" Bay said giving himself a shake though Neven thought that the horse looked disappointed.

"I will come back though my friend. I promise. I want to hear more about my Athair and learn more about.....the rewarding way of thinking..."

"Aye...agreed Neven. But come back soon."

Neven had already started to pad through the pasture, back the way that they both had come. "I will!" he called back over his shoulder. "Thanks Bay for everything!"

He had so much to think about that his head was spinning. Part of him wanted to do as his father did, spend all day long in the pastures and maybe just maybe explore the world beyond the farm, but there was still that nagging doubt. Still a bit of him that would always be Shelas' son. No matter what happened however, he knew that he would be paying his friend Bay more visits in future. And he hoped that they both would enjoyed more exciting experiences like this one!

As Bay watched the young mutt swagger off he sighed and tossed his head, thinking back on his friend Tucker. Then he watched the young dog, another sly smile gracing his lips for the second time that day.

"A chip off the o'clock that one. You would be proud my old friend....indeed, I think you would be proud......"