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Ch 24 Dulce

**

The war raged on. Years passed. Dal had taken up the fight. He composed patriotic music. He became a staunch proponent for the cause. He cajoled, he conducted, and he was Dal through and through. Rick was surprised at the equine's ability to hold to the cause. Even his own energy ebbed and flowed at times.

Their son was proving to be a distraction. As the young colt grew into his teens he had become withdrawn. Recently he'd stopped calling Rick his dad, and called Dal "Uncle." It had depressed Rick and Dal to no end.

If that wasn't enough, time had marched on. Dal and Rick both found themselves nearing forty. They were still well within their prime, but friends were beginning to age. Chas was nearing 80 and sported a lot of grey fur, as did William. Even Dal Sr. looked a bit careworn at times. Many of his neighbors, and their sons has marched off to War never to return.

The War hadn't stayed off of Earth. Soon the whole planet was in conflict, though not as turbulent as it was outside of Earth's orbit. Once in a while a huge bomb would rain down. People would scramble to evacuate, and most would make it before the impact. It wasn't often but when it did happen, many died.

Dal had composed many memorial pieces, and then about two years ago sort of gave up. He turned to internal compositions. Short songs based on his and Rick's own melodies. Rick had thought about bringing it up, but he never found the voice. Once Dal had paraded Ken's Requiem all over the planet, even traveling to the moon once to premier it's performance. It was always met with wild reviews and fervent applaud, yet the war raged.Dal had grown silent.

**

"Ken!"

Rick shouted into the teen's room. They had relocated near the old apartment Dal had when Rick had met him, another apartment in another building, but much larger.

"Yah?"

"Dinner!"

"Ok!"

Rick sighed as he padded down the hallway. He hated to admit his muzzle fur was starting to get a little gray around the edges. There was little he could do. He was nearing 40 now. For a fur his age, middle age. For anyone Dalten's size, early age. He just thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't fully human.

The thought caught him short. His father had passed only a few years ago. He was only sixty years old. Not old for a human, but not young either. His mother lived on with another of Rick's brothers complaining bitterly that Rick never called. Rick could never really gather the courage to call his mom. Most of the time she was fine, other times she would rave at him about Dalten and blood purity. It was all he could do to pick up the phone.

Rick sighed as he headed to the table down stairs. They had a nice apartment, three bedrooms, all upstairs. One for Dal and himself, one for Ken, and the other as a music studio. The huge Bosendorfer took up most of it, a small table and guitar stand made up the rest for Rick.

The table was set. Rick thanked the Maid as he sat down. The dinner in front of him was sumptuous. It was Friday, and a day for celebration. Ken would be graduating soon and would make his own decisions in life. Dal clopped over, his hooves making huge echoes in the dining area. Rick smiled at his equine mate. He never changes!

Dal still looked like he did when Rick met him, maybe a little more muscular, and more masculine, but every inch the stallion. Dal sat gingerly at the table and shot Rick a huge equine grin. Both of their grins faded as they heard their son clop down the stairs.

Rick had to catch his breath every time he saw his son. Ken Wells was huge. Bigger than Dal, and about as big as Dalten Sr. was in his prime. His white fetlocks and mane were flowing, the eyes a clear blue. He didn't slink down the stairs, he strode down them with assured confidence. The colt was on the verge of being a stallion. Only a few days, and a few pieces of paperwork made it official. Rick gulped.

This is it....

**

Dal sighed as their son sat down lazily. His mane hung about his shoulders, and he refused to wear a shirt. "Your dad and I have our reasons" was not enough for Ken. He wanted to follow his own rules. Dalten sighed inwardly. His and Rick's son was a lot more like Dal's father than he cared to admit. The equine easily could out muscle Dal and did when ever they tried to play sports together. It always made Dal proud.

"Ken?" He asked. The colt stopped ladeling food on his plate. "Yah?"

"Yah? What am I? One of your buddies in school?" Dal snapped. Ken shrunk in his seat. "No."

"No what?" Dal asked eyeing the colt.

Ken sat up straight. "No Uncle Dal!"

Dal took a huge breath in his nostrils...

**

Rick sighed. He'd seen this enough the last few weeks. He needed to separate the two quickly.. He slammed his napkin down. "Dal! Enough. Go out. I'll take care of this!" He sent a warning down the link to Dal. Dalten Taylor Jr stood up, huffed, but walked out. Ken stared at Rick defiantly.

Rick padded over and pulled a chair next to his son. "Ken, what is it?"

"Nothing..." the colt / stallion mused munching on some greens.

"You know, you look just like Grandpa Dal when you do that." Rick smiled half halfheartedly.

The colt opened his mouth and spit the greens out.

"Ken...what is it?"

Ken looked defiantly at Rick.

"You are NOT my dad!"

Rick snapped. He bared his teeth at the colt. "No! I am your father!" He forced a link to his son and sent his anger down it. The colt cowered for a second. Rick instantly regretted the decision.

"Look Ken, your Dad and I, Dal, we love each other. We took you in, we raised you. Even your mom wanted you to be with us. What did we do wrong?"

The colt looked stricken. He opened his dappled muzzle a few times. "Everything! I don't know....."

Rick reached out and grasped one of Ken's hands. He noticed how much like Dal Sr's they were. Strong, thick, unyielding. They were shaking.

"Son...tel me....what is it?"

Ken ducked his head. His ears went flat. Rick felt something along the link he had forced to his son. "What....what happened to......Ken Sr?"

Rick smiled....."is that all?"

Ken nodded. He had a small voice. "No one....no one ever told me what happened. I'm sorry dad, but father, you know how he is, he'd avoid a topic like this like the plague. I'm.....I'm sorry...."

Rick sighed and patted the dappled muzzle of his son.

"Your dad, Kelten, was a great man...."

**

The story took an hour to repeat. Ken was looking very proud of himself, and very thoughtful. He huffed a few times and ran his hand through his pure white mane, his blue eyes tearing up hearing about how his dad had died.

"We didn't tell you because, well, it's a painful memory for us all. Your dad, was lost, but he found what he needed finally. His heart was huge. He would never leave his station. He died protecting others. Your dad, Dal, he'd do the same you know that right?"

The young stallion nodded his head solemnly. The door to the apartment opened. Rick felt Dal's presence along the link. He nodded to the colt once, who stood abruptly. He turned and faced Dal and gave Dal a bear hug. "I'm sorry father!"

Dal looked over at Rick with a confused look but raked his hand through the taller stallion's mane. "it's ok son."

Ken turned and began to trot upstairs.

"Oh and son!"

Ken turned an inquisitive look on his face.

"We're visiting Grandma, Grandpa, and uncle Bill tomorrow."

Ken nodded finishing the trip up stairs.

**

The train pulled away as Dal, Rick, and Ken stood on the platform. Nothing had changed in Rick's eye. The old 19thcentury train station in Halverston Illinois still stood. They were the only ones to get off. They stood there for a second until Dalton Sr. rounded the corner.

Rick stared. The huge old muscular stallion was beginning to wear a bit thin. He was still muscular, and huge, but he had an air of age around him. _He must be nearing 80!_Rick realized. Dal Jr ran to his dad embracing him hugely.

"Ooof! Soon! Hi! How are you? Ready for the long ride to the farm!? And who is THIS strapping young stud?"

Ken ducked his head in submission. He yanked his headphones off and extended his hand. "Hi grandpa."

Dalten Sr. laughed hugely, clapping his grandson on his back. The two almost identical save for the mane and eye color. "And who told you to be so formal? Rick? That dumb dog. One of these days I'll train him with steak to NOT call me sir."

Rick grumbled as they headed to the tractor, but his heart wasn't in it.

**

Dal and Rick sat on the tailgate with their son between them. Dal Sr. drove the tractor. "Bill's bringing the heard in this afternoon. He should be in by the time we get there."

Dal nodded. His younger brother, Crawford "Bill" Taylor, names after yet another distant ancestor and his Dal Sr's dad had been the next in line to inherit. Unlike his brother Ken Sr, he was more suited to the farm life Big, strong, and very simple.

That brought a smile to Dal's face. "He's almost like Kendrick, Dad's cousin really. My how far the chip flies from the block."

The ride to the farm went smoothly. The three Taylor-Well's chatted amicably about their trip here and the time to come. Soon the tractor, the same one Rick remembered from some years back came to a hault in the barn. Dalten Jr, and Ken trotted inside. Rick stayed behind with Dal Sr as usual.

"So, how are things son?" Dal Sr. drawled as he began wiping down the antique tractor.

"Fine dad, just fine. Ken's in a bit of transition, but you know young stallions...?"

Dal Sr just snorted and chuckled. "It wasn't that long ago youngling, but yes, I remember. He has itchy feet yes?"

Rick nodded.

"Where?" was all Dal Sr. asked.

Rick sighed.

"He's thinking of the Navy."

Dal Sr. didn't even stop in his polishing.

"Good. It'll do him a world of good. Give him direction, and a place in life. His dad waited too long I think...."

Rick nodded. The old stallion was right. Dal Sr. in his infinite wisdom could see the poem in all of it's glory, each and every branch, and each and every possibility. If he approved, then Rick would too...Dal Jr on the other hand....

Rick sighed.

"Oh don't worry about Dal, he'll come around."

Rick stared.

Dal Sr straightened up and stared at Rick. "What!? After all these years being Soul Marked and Touched you didn't think some of Dal's thinking wouldn't enter your little doggy brain? You're more Taylor than you realize Rick Wells!"

Rick smirked as Dal Sr continued to wipe the tractor down. Rick helped.

**

The weekend had passed pleasantly. Ken and Bill had spent a lot of time catching up. They may be uncle and nephew, but they acted more like cousins than anything. Dal had been shocked to hear about Ken's decision to join, but eventually agreed. Vi had gasped and was against the whole idea, giving a wild eye to anyone who would listen.

It was Ken himself who changed her mind when he gave her a hug and assured her he would be more careful than their dad. "I'm not Dad grandma. I've had Dal and Rick to thank for that, not that you did anything wrong, but well, I'm different. He stood tall and looked down at the older mare who blushed and cupped his cheek.

"Yes.....yes you are Ken Franklin Taylor-Wells"....

**

The year passed. It had been another 25 years since the last performance of Dal's Requiem Celebration. He'd been invited back. It was not the 205'th reunion, or the 15threunion of Dal's performance. Dal and Rick had agreed to attend, with Dal conducting as usual. They arrived at the hotel.

Rick stared out at the city scape below him wondering what the future held. Dal walked up behind him, his mane tickling Rick's deeply spotted shoulders. The huge equine could still elicit an immediate erection from his mate.

"Dal....." Rick breathed. The equine only nickered in response.....

"What about the future?"

Dal bit down gently on the Dalmatian's neck. Rick felt himself go weak at the knees. He opened the link between the two gently.

"It's whatever comes my love. We have no say really, only what we do in the moment. Speaking of......."

Dal quickly grabbed the canine and shoved him on the bed on his stomach. Rick winced. Dal may be in his prime, but he felt a little bit of his age. The movement caught him by surprise and he oofed loudly.

He only had a moment before Dal's muzzle was buried, once again deep in his ass. Rick found his traitor-tail rising.

Oh no you don't Dal....MY Turn...

Suddenly Rick turned and wrestled the huge equine. Dal gave in easily as Rick made Dal assume the position. Rick's own muzzle was buried deep in dal's taint, the sweet smell of potent masculine equine in it's prime. He inhaled deeply almost feeling dizzy. He lapped hugely at the gigantic balls that splayed before him before his nose and tongue found Dal's tight anal ring.

His tongue pushed, knowing all the sweet spots by know, making certain Dal opened before him. He heard the huge equine nicker above him. His paws raked against Dal's muscular back and ass. Soon Dal was panting hugely, the rapport between the two was open entirely. Dal felt the passion and lust inside of Rick, as did Rick feeling how his muzzle and tongue made Dal feel. Soon it was all Rick could do to restrain himself. He quickly forced his knot out of it's hiding and mounted Dal quickly.

Dal had a quick intake of breath but quickly adjusted to his long-time lover. The two thrust against each other. Dal pushed back against each thrust Rick made. The canine cock and equine tail meeting in exquisite harmony. Soon they were breaking the waves of their own lust, over and over. Rick felt a hot gush of cum seep deeply into Dal, as Dal did the same into his own hand, holding it back for Rick to lap up.

All too soon they found themselves driven to new heights. Even after these decades they found new joy in each other every time. Dal whinnied hugely as he shot his load, and Rick whined deeply as his own knot was driven home as he tied with Dal. The two fell asleep against each other.

Rick awoke some time later, still tied to Dal. He nudged his mate awake. "Dal?'

"Mmmph?" The equine rumbled.

"Ah....mind if I ...ah...." Rick tugged at his deflated knot trying to pull himself free.

"Mmph!" Dal responded.

Rick quickly disentangled himself. He heard Dal "oof" at the emptiness. Soon they both found themselves in their familiar position. Rick had his head on Dal's chest, lightly drooling while Dal stroked the canine's neck.

**