The Girl from the Steppes
#32 of A Real Animal Lover
Horses.
Who doesn't like a horse? Oh, I know some of you don't fancy them, but they are
magnificent creatures, perhaps one of the best there is outside of
felines. In the domestic breeds alone there
are all sorts, from Arabians to Percherons to Clydesdales; Belgians, Friesians, Arhal-Tekes, Lipizzans,
and...
Well you get the idea.
But
what if you had a chance at the granddaddy of them all? Or grand mare I guess
you might say. I'm not talking an old, rundown nag mind you, but a horse with a
long biological history, going back thousands and thousands of years. It's a
horse that was almost lost to us in the present day by some very grievous
circumstances, and if it weren't for a breeding program started after World War
II, they would have been lost forever.
I'm
talking about Przewalski's horse. If you don't know anything about these
magnificent creatures, then you don't know horses at all. Nearly extinct at one point, it was only
through a rigorous breeding program that they are back with us, and even then,
they will never ever be full blooded. My story doesn't have room for a full history
lesson, so if you're curious, you'll need to do some reading on your own.
So
where did my friend come into this interesting story of species restoration? It
was a little known fact that once there were sufficient numbers of the animals a
few pairs were doled out, and at the time no American zoos wanted the
responsibility of having them. After much paperwork and finagling, my friend
was granted a pair for two years or until one foal was produced, depending on
which came first.
No one,
outside of the government and a few close associates even knew the animals were
here. He had the facilities necessary
for in vitro fertilization if it was felt that was going to be a necessity. So
between the quiet anonymity and the up-to-date facilities, he was granted
rights few others would ever have been granted.
They
are beautiful animals, and while I almost hate to say this and sound racist,
they looked like they were from Mongolia. I don't know; I guess I felt that
they looked a little wild and squinty eyed, with a slightly shortened face and
the crop of dark mane that stood up from the back of their neck. I mean no
offense or disrespect to my fellow humans by my description. It was just an
impression that they gave to me whenever I looked at them.
The
mare was five years old, and her eventual suitor, was a bit younger at only
four. What that meant was that he had to mature a little more before he was
going to be ready to mate, while she was ready to go. As these animals had just
gotten onto his property a few weeks before, a little delay was within the
acceptable parameters of the program.
One
must remember that these were wild animals; not from the wilds maybe, but still
wild at heart. It took a long time to breed that out. Therefore, approaching
them meant moving slowly and carefully, otherwise they would spook. It wasn't a
project I would have tackled, but then again, he and I were of two different
cuts. Breeding in a zoo environment, with ready resources available was one
thing; it was totally another when you were footing the bill yourself. That
showed some real dedication.
Both
animals came with names, so I have at least that to tell you about them. The
male had been dubbed Turgen, and the girl was known as Salkhi. His meant swift in the Mongolian tongue, and hers
was wind; as in blowing across the cold,
desolate steppes.
They
are a smaller statured equine; more akin in some ways to ponies, in my opinion,
than to full sized horses. That made what I was contemplating a little more
manageable. The problem was going to getting close to them - either of them. I
wasn't dead set on the mare, but she would have suited my tastes more. Still at
this stage in my life, I had learned not to think too rigidly.
That
was my cock's job.
The
horses were kept in their own corral and enclosed section in the barn, used mostly
for housing "guest" stallions from other stud farms. It was roomy enough for
two small horses, though nothing like the environment their predecessors had
available to them in years gone by. On the other hand, food was available
whenever they needed it, so I guess that in life you make (or in this case were
forced into) tradeoffs. They seemed content enough, by my limited human ability
to judge such things, so I allowed myself to think it was acceptable. After
all, zoos had slowly been moving from mere display arenas to havens for the
continuation of many species since my early days in the trade. Half a loaf for
these animals was better than none whatsoever.
I tried
right away to get their attention, but they both seemed aloof. The stallion clung to the mare more like a
yearling colt than a breeding-ready stud, so I knew that he hadn't hit his
stride with his full maturation as of yet. That gave me a better chance of
coercing her into some action, if I could only get close enough to entice her
with my goods.
Food
didn't help, and my friend told me that they were both pretty cautious around
people. Part of that was likely the travel to get here, which had likely been a
long and traumatic trip for them. Even with tranquilizers, a skittish animal
will still end up being extremely nervous around unfamiliar people.
There were
other horses around though and they seemed to be interested in their cousins on
the other side of the fence. That gave me a bit of an idea.
On my
third day there I got what I needed. In the clinic part of the barn there was a
setup for packing semen into containers before being cryogenically frozen with
liquid nitrogen. That was standard protocol and it's still how it's done today.
But I didn't need any of that precisely. After all, you have no idea how much
that stuff sells for. Dipping into a canister of that would have been unthinkably
callous.
All I needed were some scraps.
I dug
around in the trash when no one was around and pulled a few pairs of gloves
from the techs working with the stallions. Sure enough, they were covered in
pre-ejaculate and some small amount of semen. For what I wanted it for, that
wouldn't be a problem, for by this point the sperm would have been dead.
I
rubbed some on my hand and walked to the upwind side of the enclosure and
watched as the mare sniffed the air. Her tail went up a bit and she looked
around. Seeing only me she stopped, and then trotting over to where I was,
seemed to look past me for the stallion whose scent she had just caught. She
came up to the fence and stuck her nose in the air. I placed my hand in front
of her face and watched as her nostrils widened and flared as she sniffed the
aroma.
I had
gotten her attention!
She
even tolerated me petting her snout, something one of the local hands noticed.
He came over and said with obvious admiration, "Damn! How did you do that? This
girl hates everyone!"
"Not
everybody. I have always had a way with animals and it appears that my good
looks and obvious charm has worked on her too."
He
ventured to stick his hand over and in an attempt to pet her, but she snorted
and backed away. "I guess she likes you best boss. Maybe you had better stick
around and help out!"
"Oh,
I'll consider it!" I said gleefully, the allusion to my intentions being lost
on this simple man.
I left
with every intention of coming back after dark. Like the pig barn, the horse barn
had low night lighting for safety reasons. Horses can get edgy and jumpy when
they've heard something but can't see it, so outside of giving her full
blinders, I wanted to make sure she recognized me when I entered the pen. There
was no guarantee she was going to be receptive, but it was worth a shot. I was
hardly in the position to force my attentions onto her, but being the sly
suitor that I was, I felt I had half a chance at least of getting her where I
wanted her.
I
dressed in light clothing, something that would be easy to remove and put back
on in an emergency, and gathering up the gloves from my little refrigerator,
slipped out to the barn. The door had a keypad entry, but I had watched and
observed the code so entering by that method of access was secure. I punched in
the numbers and was rewarded with a beep and a green light.
I was
in and had the door closed again in a few meager seconds. Both horses were
together in their indoor pen, snoozing lightly. I slipped out of my clothing
and using the sticky coating on the rubber gloves smeared myself with their
contents. It didn't smell bad nor was it overtly disgusting, though a little
musky perhaps. But then, that was the point; disguise my own smell with those
of the stallions.
I moved
over to the gate, waiting patiently for her to catch the scent as it flowed
across the room. My nose was filled with it, and I was pretty sure it wouldn't
take long to travel to where she was. She already had her eye on me, perhaps
trying to determine if I was the same one who smelled so intriguing earlier.
Sure enough her nose went into overtime and she trotted to where I was.
"Hello
girl! Remember me?"
For an
answer she snorted and sniffed my hand, moving her nose from open space to open
space between the slats as she checked out the variety of smells I was covered
in. It was probably confusing for her, as they came from several males, but
then again, maybe that upped the ante for me. I reached though and tried to
scratch her ears but her nose followed its motion as she parted her lips and
inhaled frantically.
She was
ready, that much was certain. I had seen the signs and symptoms before. I could
almost picture her back end, with her ready-and-willing slit winking like an
eyeball in a sandstorm. I undid the
latch and entered the pen with her, pushing her back so that I had room to get
through.
She
whinnied and circled me, sniffing constantly. Her tail was lashing like a
cat's, and her muscles were rippling under her tawny hide. I let her go for a
moment, but when she turned her back on me, I knew that she had taken the bait.
As I had assumed, her hole was wet and twitchy, meaning that she was not just
horny, but very likely ready to breed. That was too bad for her, as the male
was still indifferent. On the other hand, it was perfect for me. This situation
couldn't have been any better.
I was
already pretty excited about getting started, and her nuzzling of my crotch
only drove me to readiness that much faster. I was just about to ram it in when
I remembered my animal behavior lessons. A male examined a female before
mounting to check her readiness. While it was an instinctive action, it did
tend to prime the female for what was to come. I had never gone down on a mare
before, but I figured; what the heck?
I
dropped down and placed my face under her tail and stuck out my tongue. The
first lick made her stiffen up. I slipped between those dark lips into the pink
zone. Wet was hardly the right word for her. Any more moisture and I would have
sworn she was urinating. Her taste matched my smell; a slightly musky tang that
rolled across my taste buds to make them perk up and take notice.
Something
else perked up a little more too.
Since
she was into it, I delved a bit deeper into her hole, sliding up a few fingers
to work in as I licked her out. She responded by lifting her tail higher. I
worked her over for a lot longer than I had originally intended. I was really
getting into this, and she was positively reveling in it. I gently pulled on
her clitoris with my lips, working it ever more rapidly until she squirted my face
with a load of fluid.
It
caught me totally by surprise. I jerked back at the sudden rush but stopped
myself before I fell over. It wasn't that I was grossed out, only surprised at
something I rarely witnessed at such a close range. Mares were well known for
their dramatic displays, but having it flood your face was not something
anything but experience could prepare you for.
My
mouth curled into a smile as I licked my lips. For a wild little thing she
wasn't much different than any other of her kind. Mares were often receptive,
and when it was breeding time, they were incorrigible. Sadly for them, males
were often too quick about their work and over with mating in the blink of an
eye.
She was
going to be in for a pleasant surprise. Of course I was going to be lacking in
size, but I had a feeling that a lot of what amounted to pleasure for a mare
was largely contained within the first few inches of her cunt, so I had plenty
for that.
I got
into position and slipped into that warm space with ease. Despite being able to
handle a hell of a lot more cock than I had to offer, she was surprisingly
snug. That's not to say that her first time might not come with damage, for it
had been known to be a frequent problem with a first time breeding. Luckily for
her that wasn't happening tonight.
God was
she warm. I pushed in deep and just held myself there for a moment, absorbing
the grand feeling of hot, moist horse hole. It was already twitching in the most
mind-blowing manner. I dug my fingernails into her tan hair and scratched her
sides for a moment, leaning into her body for the full effect.
As fun
as that was, I think we both knew there was more to this than that. I put my
hips in gear and began slamming away, much like I had on the sow earlier.
Neither of them were lightweights, and so a little enthusiasm from me could go
far.
She was
thankfully locked in place, holding steady as she would have done in the wild.
She didn't have the extra weight to support, but her natural instincts told her
to remain steady while I worked her over. Taking advantage that, I let myself
go, frantically pounding that hot pink hole for all I was worth.
She was
nickering and snorting quietly as I fucked the hell of her backside. I had done
equines in the past, even if I haven't discussed them much, and they were
always a wonderful treat. The only drawback was the size disparity; glaringly more noticeable the larger the specimen got. When you got to the Clydesdales and
Belgians, the difference was daunting. But she was nearly perfect; in height,
in her overall size and in her willingness.
That
hot hole was as slippery as it could get. The stallion was watching us
intently, but keeping his distance, since he wasn't in any way coerced into
getting closer to the action. He was still leery of me, which suited me fine. I
didn't need a randy male trying to horn in on the action.
The
front of me was getting coated in a fine layer of vaginal lubrication as I set
off her natural production into top gear. There was a little puddle of it
forming on the floor as I nailed her hole for over twenty minutes. By the time
I got to the point of blowing a load, her head was swaying like a flag in a
stiff breeze. I would have held out longer, but she clamped down and had
another terrific orgasm, and I rode that wave like a surfer.
I blew
my load as deep inside as I could reach and continued to pummel her backside
for another minute or so until my cock lost rigidity and I had to stop. I
pulled out and dropped to the floor in mild exhaustion. She turned and stared
at me, with I think, a reproachful look. I translated as "You can't seriously
be done yet!"
I was
sucking in air and shaking just a little from the exertion of working her over.
She approached me, stretched her head down and sniffed my cock. I was on my
back, propped up on my elbows, watching her as she checked me over. I now
smelled of both stallion and mare. She seemed to savor the mix. Her tongue came
out and she lapped my crotch.
I about
came off the floor. Her tongue was plenty wet, but it was also rather strong
and I was feeling pretty sensitive. I was still a little raw from working over
that sow, if you'll recall. She had
her face right into my goods, sniffing and snorting in an attempt to urge me
back into action. The spirit was willing but the flesh needed to recharge.
She
gave up after a bit and wandered away, leaving me sprawled on the hard floor
for a good ten minutes. By the time she came around again, I had worked my cock
manually back into some semblance of working order. I stood up and she
immediately turned her backside towards me again. Apparently they knew how to
do the mating game in Asia!
I
slipped back inside, but feeling a little adventurous, I stayed in long enough
to get fully engorged, as well as nice and slick before pulling out and hitting her tail hole. It was
such an inviting little doughnut ring of dark flesh that I figured I might as
well see how she tolerated my breaking of its virginity.
As you
can imagine, it was a far tighter hole that the lower one; yet even when she
clenched her muscles as I pushed past that dark ring of flesh, I had plenty of
room to work. Her tail was a slight
problem, but I stuck a bunch of the hairs in my mouth and held it out of the
way. She grunted for the first few thrusts, but after that she relaxed and got into
it.
I could
have gone all night, had I the stamina necessary for such a thing. As it was, I
fucked her hard for the next half an hour, until my legs felt like they were
going to collapse. My knees where groaning under the strain of slamming that
solid back end for so long. I wasn't out of shape mind you. I was simply
putting in that much energy into what I was doing.
That
hole was driving me nuts. Several times I pulled out to reapply a layer of lube
from her cunt, and then right back topside to continue screwing her ass for all
I was worth. My cock was really touchy at this point, and holding on, waiting for the
climax to strike again became a game of endurance. I'm not saying that I was
suffering exactly. It's hard to describe really. It's that feeling of being
stuck at the top of the rollercoaster and waiting for the drop to come. As much
as I was enjoying it, the sensation was getting to be a tactile overload.
I'm not
complaining, not really. The truth was, I just really needed to get off again.
She did first. Her cunt went into
spasms from the nerve overload in her
butt, and that set off the muscles there, causing her anal sphincter to pucker
up and massage me into submission. I picked up the pace until I was expending
the last of my resources in reaming her hole with everything I could muster.
She let out a whinny when I seriously dug my nails into her hide and went a
little nuts on her. By the time I finishing pumping in every last drop of my
fluid, I had given my all.
I slipped out of her ass for the
last time and slumped to the floor. She turned and came back to nudge me again,
but this time it didn't matter. I simple had nothing left to give her. My cock
wasn't going to function again until tomorrow, if then.
Her persistence did pay off for her
though, for I got up, grabbed a stool and sat down on it. I took my hand and
played with her hole, tweaking her clit and working my hand in slowly,
stretching her out in a manner I was glad I had not done first off. It took a
while, but she gradually loosened up to allow my whole hand inside. I kept my fingers collapsed and as narrow as I could and shoved in ever farther. I
eventually got my arm in up to the elbow.
I grabbed her tail with my free
hand and began pumping away, fist-fucking her with nearly the passion I had
showed with my previous rendezvous. Her
flanks trembled as I pulled and pushed; carefully mind you, but with plenty of
power behind it. It took maybe three minutes before she was squirting out
around my forearm; a combination of my cum and hers.
When she was done I pulled out,
stopping only to tweak her clit one more time. She shuddered and nearly
collapsed on the floor, but righted herself and wandered to the wall where she
leaned against the cement blocks for support. The male came over and sniffed
her, turning his head towards me before wandering off to his own corner.
I threw my clothing on and made my
way back to my quarters. I jumped into the shower for a few minutes to scrub up
and then hit the sheets, sleeping the sleep of the dead. I wasn't on a
particular schedule, but I ended up worrying my friend when I wasn't up by ten.
I was pretty groggy when I answered the door, but made some excuse about watching the television until
the early morning hours and that seemed to be acceptable to him.
After a late breakfast we made the rounds
of the barns again, and there was some excitement at the horse barn. Apparently
the fluid on the floor, though now dried, was recognized for what it was. There
was talk of how the pair must have mated during the evening hours after
everyone had left. Certainly, the mare's backside looked a bit reddened and
swollen.
I joined in the celebratory
handshakes and good wishes, knowing the truth and unable to tell anyone what it
was. I almost felt bad, but knowing full
well that not all attempts at mating took, I figured their enthusiasm would
level out by the time they figured out she wasn't pregnant. It seemed like a
dirty trick, but what they didn't know was all for the better.
She came over to the gate and
whinnied, and despite the fact that I was clean and fresh from the shower hours
earlier, she seemed to recognize me for who I was. I made my way over and
patted her nose, whispering kind words in her ears.
"Well ole girl, you take it easy.
And don't expect too much from your boyfriend there. He only knows one trick, and
heck, he hasn't even learned that one properly yet."
She snorted and bumped my hand. I
heard in the background, "See boss, I told you he had a way with her."
The stable hand was right. I did.
But I wasn't ever telling them my secret!