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Ch19

I opened the door to the house. I could smell dinner being made. Pot Roast. I glanced over, Aden's nose wrinkled for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

"Mom?"

I heard my mom in the kitchen answer. "Dex? In here!"

Aden followed me in to the kitchen. He was still wearing the bridle, T-shirt and jeans. "Um, Mom, Aden's dad is going to have work done on their house, and I was wondering if he could stay here. He brought all his school stuff?"

She looked over. She was bent over the oven tending to the dinner. Her smile was bright. "Oh yes, that's fine dear, I'll get a sleeping bag."

For a second while she said that she did a double take of the bridle, but didn't ask any more questions.

"Ummmm thanks Mom, just one question. Do we have any, ah, salad or something else?"

She straightened up. It took her a second to get the message though. "Oh yes, we're having salad, I'll just make it much larger, and is oatmeal ok?"

Aden nodded. "Fine Mrs. Kingsburry."

We headed up to my room.

Aden sat on the bed, I made certain the door was closed. I was at the near end of the hall. Mom and dad's room was at the end. John's room and a guest room took up the rest of the space other than the hall bathroom.

"So....."

Aden looked at me, his head was lowered a little. The bright light by the bed shone brightly on his pelt. "How did things go with my dad?"

I sighed. I pulled the desk chair over and sat down in front of him. I told him what happened with both sessions with his dad At first he looked mad. Then, thoughtful. By the end he was laughing.

"He yelled at his own mirror image!?"

"Yup. You should have seen it. It was a sight. You're dad is one hell of a strong guy Aden. It broke my heart to see him the first time, I don't know how you got through all those years of pain."

He shrugged. "It wasn't easy I'll tell you. He'd just drift. I got used to it. Nothing he'd do would really affect me. He spoiled me rotten."

Aden sighed. He scratched vigorously at his mane. "Dex....I have to confess some things to you."

**

"I wanted to punch Jake for being such a pussy. I know I shouldn't and I didn't but I still wanted to. Fuck Dex, Stallion, what do I do?? I also am thinking that punching the crap out of that kid that I kicked in Gym was right."

I sighed. I opened my eyes. Dex was staring at me, but he didn't seem to have much of an expression. I closed them again as I continued.

"I feel like sometimes I can feel myself slipping. It's so hard to hang onto the good part of me, the one with compassion. I just want to slip and bit, kick, scream, or belt the person in front of me. What do I do?"

I felt his human arms around me before I could re-open my eyes.

"What?"

"I'm very proud of you Aden. That was exactly right. You may not realize it, but fighting those types of emotions is right. You did everything perfectly. I told you before to think right? To come to me if you had problems? You did both of those perfectly."

I stared at the white wall in front of me enjoying the touch of his arms around me. He smelled faintly of my dad.

"Dex? What do we do next?"

He let go of me. "Well, dinner is probably in an hour or so....."

I punched him lightly in the shoulder. "No, idiot, I mean about the herd?"

He laughed at me and winked. "Well I do have a plan, but we're going to need to see what shape they are in tomorrow. Jake was pretty pleased with himself but wants to talk. I'm going to send him to you. Be ready though, he may be a tad full of himself. Keep your inner stallion down. Got it?"

I nodded. "Yes Stallion."

He chuckled at me and ruffled my mane. I blew a short breath at him.

"You don't have to keep calling me that...."

I looked at him in shock. Did he really not know?

"Um, Dex?"

"Yes?"

I picked at a thread on his bed with my thick fingers.

"Did you really plan this?"

"Um......what?"

"Didn't you find it odd I called you herd-leader or that Jake called you the same, and my dad called you Stallion?"

Dex got a bit of a faraway look.

"Well....I thought maybe there was something in your culture.....or something...."

I stared. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

"There really is such a thing."

Dex gave me a sidelong glance.

"Like I said, there really is a position in our society. I learned early in life you do not disappoint or upset the heard leader. They are the ones that take care of the herd. They look out for everyone. When you started taking care of me, I thought _I_was your herd, but now things are escalating. You took care of Jake, you helped Dad. I wonder how far this is going to go."

"I mean my great grandfather was one. It's a point of pride in our family. With our herds spread out though, there aren't nearly as many anymore."

Dex sighed and tousled his hair. He grinned at me. "I've been wondering that too. It's nice to know I'm not alone in this though."

I gave him my cockiest equine grin.

"Nope, I'm just as deep in shit as you are."

**

Poor Aden was peppered with questions during dinner. We sat at the dining room table. No T.V. No T.V. Trays, we had good proper American Dinner Time. Especially on Sunday. I was just glad that the aunts and uncles weren't in town or poor Aden would have gotten the fifth degree.

As it was the questions came hard and fast

"What does your father do?"

"Do you like school?"

"How's the team?"

"Where did you meet Dexter?"

Yeah, they hit him pretty hard. As soon as one question was done Mom would hit him with another. John just gave me a knowing smirk once he saw Aden. I know he would link my porn watching and such to the duplicate equine in front of me. I scowled at him.

Dad was polite enough. His blond hair was graying to match his eyes. He wore a suit. Who wore a suit to Sunday dinner? Well....my dad for starters. Yup. You thought my name was bad? Meet Mr. Ethan Rutlidge Kingsburry III, campaign manager for the local senator. He's an independent by the way. Yeah surprised me too when Dad signed up.

He'd ask pretty banal questions.

"How is life?"

"See any good movies recently?"

"What's your dad like?"

"Does he like police work?"

I wasn't ready for the obvious question my mom gave.

"So why do you have a copy of Goldie's bridle on?" My mom asked in her sweetest tone. I recognized it. It was the tone she used just before she would say "Well isn't that nice" and then launch into an opposing viewpoint and another pointed question that if the other person wasn't careful would land them in a heated verbal debate. It was why my dad had married her. They met in debate club in college. It made me want to heave. But the question was serious.

I just turned at looked at Aden calmly.

**

Bridle? Fuck! That's right...it was his horse....something about his grandfather's farm. Think of something Colt! Quick!

"Well, Dex showed me his Goldie's bridle, and let me wear it once. I....I needed to get my head and thoughts back to my roots. After that, I just liked it so I had this copy made."

I groaned a little. My dad shot me a look. John smiled.

Fuck....

"Well isn't that nice. But you're not a horse are you?"

"No ma'am. I'm an equine fur, but we are similar."

"So, don't you think this is rather submissive of you? I mean the quarterback of the team wearing a bridle? Aren't you supposed to be a strong strapping....whats the word....stallion?"

Don't fall for it Aden....just....don't.....

I watched his mannerisms. Mom had grown up with horses two. I knew she would recognize the same signs I saw.

Anger/agression, panic/resolution, calm/acceptance, confidence.

Good....Aden....now.....don't loose it....

Aden took a big breath.

I watched the signes.

Resolution.

"Well yes, if I was a stallion then I probably wouldn't wear one. In our culture we're more herd-like. My Stallion convinced me I needed help. I talked to Dex. Eventually he put this on my head, so I could get my mind into a more docile state. My dad......lost mom. I didn't have......boundaries at home."

He sighed hugely.

His ears went into a sad state.

"He lent me the bridle for that reason, I asked him. I copied it, and wear it so I can have boundaries. It's a kind of therapy for our kind. It keeps us, well at least me, calm."

I about died inside.

Liar! But a damned good one!

I watched her expression. I knew what was next. She was looking for a chink in the armor, any weakness, she knew a possible made up story and wanted to catch him at it.

Why the hell doesn't SHE run for congress. Jeeze she'd mop the place clean on the senate judiciary committee!

"Why "Golden Boy" though?

She took a quick bite of the roast.

Subtle mom, real subtle.

Aden didn't rise to the challenge.

"I liked the name. It reminds me I'm not perfect." He shrugged and took a calm equine stance.

"What better way to remind myself of that than to wear the name here when I act up?"

He poked his nose.

"And did you act up recently?"

"Dear..." dad began. He was growing tired of the third degree. Mom hadn't really gotten going, but I knew if she pressed it too much in front of a guest, dad would put his foot down. He rarely did, but when he did, he was usually very right. Fur rights were big on the platform for the senator, regardless of what mom approved of.

't 'would not do' to have the family of the compaign manager grill a fur over their culture. That kind of thing might get out and make....problems.

Aden responded though. He looked sad. "Yes. My dad and I got into a fight today. It's one reason why I'm here. Equines are hard on furniture, and well, I'm getting some new stuff. If Aden hadn't been there....."

Mom backed down. She thought she had gone way too far.

Hah! God Aden, stop, I can't keep a straight face. Even John looks concerned.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry....."

She radiated genuine concern and patted his shoulder gently. I'd seen her do the same to her old mare at the farm.

He heaved a big sigh.

"It's ok, I deserved it. That's why I have this on, to remind me...."

At desert he got a second helping of cherry pie.

I should have gotten one too for not breaking into gales of laughter.

**

The door closed to my room. I punched Aden on the shoulder. Hard.

"Ass!" I whispered.

He widened his eyes and grinned.

"What?"

"You are a fucking liar, and a good one. You should be a politician!"

He got that cocky look on his face. For a second he looked concerned. I knew he was afraid to show this emotion now. I patted him on the shoulder.

"Being proud of what you do is not bad. It's when you shove it in people's faces and are a prick about it that its bad."

He nodded and his smile came back.

"Damned straight Stallion."

I laughed at him.

"Whatever, mare."

He mock snapped at me. A very playful equine gesture.

Hrm, he's doing very well.

**

Aden was asleep in the bedroll next to my bed. I got up and nudged him.

"Hrm?"

He blinked his eyes at me. They shone darkly in the light and the blackness reflected everything like a mirror.

I dropped my voice to a whisper.

"Hey.....I was thinking..."

He rubbed one sleepy eye and sat up. He had gone to sleep in the bridal, his T-shirt, and a pair of boxers. He was covered up by the bedroll though.

"Yes?"

"Well, it's late, I'm very proud of you, and I don't want to wait until next weekend to reward you. Besides....there is something we haven't done yet."

He looked around quickly. "Um Dex, what if they hear?"

I shook my head. I grabbed a T-Shirt. "Like a bit right?"

He looked nervous, but I also know he didn't get to have his "nightly session" as he called it in passing. His libido won. He nodded.

I quickly made my way to the floor. I still had to stand to get the shirt tied like a gag in his mouth. I made certain it wasn't too tight. I laughed a little when his thick tongue tried to push the cloth out before it still. He glared.

Finally I lowered my self down into an "indian-style" position sitting on the floor. I really wondered if either of us was ready for this. I reached out and gently took his shirt off. It was the first time I realized that we were both not only being gentle, but were equals of sorts. His pelt shone in the soft light coming in the window from the street lights outside.

I ran my fingers gently over his thick chest to the cleft between each pec. I closed my eyes and let my hands tell me what was there. Soft fur, tight, very warm. Hot almost. I could feel his heart under my hands. I leaned forward and felt his chin rest on my head.

I could feel his warm breath across my hair. It was coming from his nostrils. I could imagine them flaring with each exhale. I ran my hands to his shoulders and felt them. They were strong, very smooth, almost as if carved from marble.

I sighed a little. I felt his hands on my shoulders as well. They felt them, his thick fingers were a little rough from the vestigial hooves at the end of each finger. He traces the lines of my tight muscles, concentrating soon my my lats.

I sighed deeply at the erotic touch.

My hands soon found his taught abs, Each one clearly defined. I ran my fingers across them. It brought a whicker from his chest. It was very light. No one would hear.

His hands quickly went down to my legs. He stroked the light blond hair I had there, and gently he leaned inward to my cock. I was very hard by now anyway. I sighed deeply as he took it into his huge hands. He sighed as well.

I couldn't let him not have any attention either. I found my own hands drifting down from his abs to his sheath. He was already hard. I was always surprised at the size. He really did resemble his dad and was way bigger than any Arabian should be. If there was one bit of draft horse in him, this was it.

I ran my fingers along the shaft, feeling it pulse, hot with the equine blood behind it. I found myself a little lightheaded at the thought of what I was going to do, but I was determined. I mean I had practiced a lot of nights lately.

He sighed hugely as my hands continued to stroke his equine member. My own cock was very wet now with my own juices. I felt a hand leave them. I opened my eyes to see him stick his thick finger into his own mouth. He was tasting me. His upper lip curled a little. I had seen that before. I think we were on the same page.

I found the flare of his head. It wasn't fully flared. He was enjoying himself. The flare would hit much later. He still leaked copious amounts of pre. His thighs were soaked, as were his boxers. Maybe my equine had a bit of a dream before I woke him. It would explain his state and his eagerness.

I found myself doing the same as him. I lifted a finger coated with the thick equine pre to my mouth and licked it. It was very sweet. That is one thing that always stuck me about Adan, something about him caused him to create the sweetest cum and pre I had ever tasted. It was almost addicting.

Soon I had his cock coated with his own juices as was working him slowly with my hand. It took a while to get it really coated well. I had no condom, nor lube. This would be rough, but I knew I could do it. A horny guy like me with internet and a few toys? Well, I knew I'd be able to take some of it at least.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I reached up to his muzzle and hissed his lips. I noticed his eyes were closed. They stayed closed. His lips responded. There was no tongue, that was trapped, but we didn't need any. He got the message. I was ready. He nodded slightly.

I laid down on my stomach....and waited.

**

The soft kiss on my lips told me everything I needed to know. My Stallion needed me. Oh don't look at me like that. Mounting a stallion? Do you know what kind of an honor that is? How rare? Its very fucking rare ok. That me, the second in command that gets to do it? God.....fuck you....I'm doing this right now...

**

I stared down at the very human back in front of me. I could see each muscle clearly defined by the light and shadow caused by the light outside the window. His blond hair was wispy and a little long down his neck. I could see the perfectly formed shoulders and back, down to his globule ass. It was perfect. Muscular and pert from all his running. His thighs here thick from running too. Lots of muscle there, and his calves stood out in nice relief.

Oh god, I have to do this before I flare....

Quickly I got behind him and lost the boxers. I'd been having a nice dream before this and hadn't cum so they were a little wet. At least I had a change of clothes for the morning.

Slowly I leaned down and took a great breath at his perfect ass. Human. It was very human and light smelling. I ran my rough tongue across the cheeks. He smelled very faintly of human sweat. It was similar to horse sweat, but not as harsh.

I ran my tongue to the small of his back and nibbled at the base of his spine. Tailbone? Right, thats what they called it. I heard him gasp. I whickered back at him. I knew what my Stallion wanted.

My tongue slid further own his crack to meet his tight hole. It was very sweet tasting, and very smooth and silky. I could tell whatever blond fur....hair? He had was light here. I probed gently with my tongue and soon found I could slip a little in.

I hadn't used my tongue during the kiss, but found that the improvised bit was working a little loose so I was able to snake a little into him. Not as much as I wanted, but enough. He moaned under me. Gently.

I smiled to myself. He was ready.

I held myself over him and lined my cock up with his ass. I know I would have to be gentle with him. He's a human, I'm not. And I'm much larger than they are. I pressed the blunt tip of my cock to his hole. It was very hot. I had to hold back for a second before my instincts won and I pushed in hard.

I slowly pushed. I was only a little surprised when he only sighed and let me in.

Hrm...something tells me this boy has toys....

I shoved the thought aside. I had things to do.

Soon I pushed in a little more. I could hear the gasp. "Easy!"

I slowed down and rocked my hips gently. This was not what my inner equine wanted. I snorted hating myself for it, but not being able to stop it either.

I heard a light chuckle from him. Well if he could chuckle, he could take more...

I shoved a few more inches in. He gasped again but didn't stop me.

I kept rocking myself now, constantly. I'd push another inch in every so many thrusts. Soon I found my medial ring was blocking my way in. I so badly wanted to push all the way in. I also knew what that would do.

"Enough....for this time...more....maybe...next?"

I nodded to myself and told the equine part of me to shove it. I was not going to damage my Stallion. He deserved better.

Breed him stud. Breed your stallion. He has a need, and you have a duty to do it.....

**

I felt the medial ring, and had gotten out my warning. I felt a hot breath on my neck. I could feel him shift. If we were in any other position, or in any other place, it would have been a stamp of a hoof and a snort of desire.

I nodded.

I felt him pull out. Most of the way and push in. I heard the deep groan come from my lips before I had a chance to muffle it by biting my arm....hard.

No other noise met us. Aden didn't care. He pushed back in. I burred my face in the pillow and whimpered.

Oh God! This is everything I wanted.....that's it my colt-stallion - yes....there.....please.....

I felt his flare drag across my prostate. I felt my own mini orgasm at that point. I shuddered. He kept at it though. Thrust after thrust. The heat of his breath on the hairs of my neck drove me wild.

I wish I could see him, look him in the eye, but if I turned my head, my own lusty cries would be heard.

By more than just the people in this house.

Finally I could hear his breath come in rasps. He was nearing his goal. I knew it didn't take long for equines, but it had seemed like ages. I silently urged him on in my head.

"That's it....harder....not to deep....so fucking thick.....that's it....right there....my beautiful stud...."

Finally I felt his medial ring push at me and a little into me. I could not help the involuntary cry at that. Sudenly he snorted hugely. I realized what had happened. That one sensation was too much for him.

The first shot slammed home deep inside me. He snorted again. The flare expanded. I cried a little into the pillow from the warming and erotic sensations inside of me. Soon he was dumping into me. Load after hot load of colt-stallion cum was in me. I could feel it seep out of me around his thick cock as my ass couldn't hold his load, and it dripped down my heavy nuts into the bedroll. I was beyond caring, my own load spilled under me from the very thought of what was happening.

He sighed hugely as his orgasm ebbed. We breathed for a minute together. He lay on top of me, propped up by his elbows when I complained of being squished. His equine member softened finally and pulled out of me.

I gasped at the sensation. I quickly grabbed my shirt from the floor and tucked it under me.

"Wow...." I whispered. He nodded. Quickly I realized he was still gagged a bit.

I kissed him on the nose. He whickered at me and pointed at the gag. I quickly reached up to untie it.

My door opened. Light streamed in.

"Hey...did you hear something a few minutes......"

It was John. He saw me, naked with my arms around Aden's neck as I was obviously trying to untie the gag. John's gaze went lower to Aden's cock it was still at half mast and soaked with our combined fluids..

"Oh fuck me..." I whispered.

I saw John smirk. "Looks like that already happened! Night Dex, Stud, see you in the morning."

I sighed. So did Aden.