{"sf1_id":923351,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Indian Summer","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":17565,"posted_at":"2015-10-19T00:42:00.000Z","tags":["Cetacean","Critique me","Deep Penetration","Equine","Fingering","Horse","Interspecies","Killer Whale","Love","M/F","Oral","Orca","Relationship","Sex","Stallion","Vaginal","conflict","huge cock","water"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/923351-indian-summer","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/923351","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=923351\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#38 of Miscellany\n\nThis story got away from me like a mountaintop avalanche. I would be curious to see what you all think. I will not bite anyone's head off for stating their opinion, as long as it's a valid one. And by valid I mean pointing out flaws that you see. Keep it respectful and I will do the same. Happy reading!","content":"\n                I know\na lot of people consider themselves to be natives of this country, and I for\none will never argue against it. It doesn't matter in the long run. Knowing\nwhere you came from is great, but knowing where you're going is a far greater\nthing.\n                My name\nis Johnnie Greatstrides. Greatstrides is a name that goes back a long ways in\nmy family, clear back to when we first came over around five hundred years ago.\nThat gave us a pretty good footing in the whole lineage thing, but not nearly\nso as it did others.\n                From\nwhat I understood my kind had originated here and had left or gone extinct a\nlong ways back. So while I always felt I belonged here, I never felt completely\nat home on the plains of this continent. I didn't have a solid reason, only that\nI had a wanderlust to see more of what there was to see. It drove me like a\ngale wind, and it moved me to the outer edges of this great land.\nThere is nothing quite so\nimpressive to a landlubber than the sight of water that disappears off into the\nhorizon. And nothing quite like it to send chills down your spine.\nThe first ocean I saw was when I\nwas twenty eight. Jobs were where you could find them, and I got one with a\nconstruction firm that had contracts spanning the borders and beyond. When I\njoined up with them, they gave me a couple of choices of where I could go. I\nchose the west coast, mostly because I had heard tell the fables of its rugged beauty.\nNow, for a stallion like me,\nleaving home was a big deal. I mean, it wasn't like I wasn't going to come back\nsome day. But good money was hard to come by, and solid work like this could\nset me up if I saved it instead of squandering it. So it was my intention to\nmake something of myself and then return home.\nThe gig was up higher on the coast\nthan I had anticipated, past the regions with the earthquakes and the constant\nwarm temperatures. That was alright with me. I like solid ground under my\nhooves, and this place seemed pretty substantial.  And to top it off, one could smell the age\nand the permanence of the place with every breath they took. \nWe were going to build a cannery\nfor the local fishing conglomerate, which seemed to be made up of otters, seals\nand orcas. I found it funny that these guys all used boats, considering they\ncould easily live within the water much less tread it like a pro, but it made\nsense to use whatever tools you had available. After all, one can only hold so\nmany fish before they slip through your paws...or flippers. The hold of a boat would\nmake their jobs that much easier.\nThe weather was fine my first week\nthere, seeing as it was the start of summer. Locals told tales of chilling\nwinds and terrible winters, but I had dealt with the likes of that back home.\nIt might not have been the same, but I think I was equal to the task. The\nlocals took my word on it since they didn't see many equines out this way. For\nthat reason alone I was a local favorite at the bar. While many of them\nconsidered themselves drinkers, few of them came close to matching my ability\nto handle alcohol.\nI had learned of a drink someone had\ncalled a boilermaker, whereas you poured a dose of whiskey into a big mug of\nbeer. I found it to be a favorite drink of mine. I could do a good six or seven\nof them before I even felt a warm glow in my cheeks. It helped that I was big.\nThere weren't too many around who were equal in size. There was a sour-faced\nwalrus captain who frequented the place, a few killer whales with admirable\nbulk, but otherwise I was about as big as they came.\nLadies took an interest in me,\nwhich was fine, until I would have them feel me up. A few of the otters turned\npale and darted out the door when they found out what they were going to be\ndealing with if they dared take me to bed. I didn't want to hurt anyone, so I\ngot my kicks just watching them faint away at what they found. Overall, that\nwas enough to dissuade the local talent. I was a little saddened, but I could\ndeal with a little deprivation. Not everyone was cut out to handle a horse, not\neven some of the mares back home.\nIt was a pity really, but life\ndealt us some hard knocks. And me knocking hard where I didn't fit was the\nrudest thing I could imagine. I respected the ladies far too much to be doing\nthat.\nAbout halfway into the second week,\nI was at the bar again, mostly because I liked the food (seaweed was a novelty\nfor me) and the drinks didn't cost you like they did in the big cities. This\nmeant I could get drunk if I wanted to and not wake up with an empty wallet.\nI sat at the bar and watched the\npatrons as they spilled in and out the front door. I was learning names slowly,\nfor in some cases the various members of the individual species looked vaguely\nalike to me. I was picking up on nuances as time went on, and while I didn't\nexactly chum up to them, I did at least learn their names. I wasn't planning on\nliving here for my entire life, so there was little point in making any\npermanent friendships. \nAs my grandfather used to say, \"The\nwind passes by everything and everyone on its way to where it is going. In its\npassing it touches many, and of those only a few will remember its cool touch.\nWhen you move through life, make sure that others know of your presence. It is\nthe only way to achieve immortality.\"\nGrandfather was a little crazy in\nthe head. But I liked him. Folks thought we were a bit alike. Maybe we were.\nWho was I to judge?\nAnyway, back to the bar. There was\nonly one orca in there this night. I found that odd. Usually they kept together\nas a group, or something they called a pod. Herd, pod, pride, gaggle... everyone\ncalled their groups something.\nBut this one was alone, sitting in\nhalf-shadows in the corner near the game tables. I squinted against the harsh\nglare of the lights and the smoke filled room before my eyes got a good look at\nhim.\nOr rather her.\nThere isn't a lot of different in\nthe looks of this species. There were differences in all males and females, but\nin some cases the obvious differences were slight. She was as smooth skinned as\nher bothers (a loose term that) and as big as them to boot.  I was impressed by the fact that she was\nsitting alone. I'm not one to say the girls around here were easy, but with the\nvariety of new males introduced thanks to the cannery project, there had been a\nmad rush for them to find fresh mates.\nMe, I wasn't interested, and I\nthink I just told you why having just plain, ordinary sex was out of the\nquestion. So I spent only a little more time staring at her before surveying\nthe rest of the crowd. It was the usual mix and I turned back to the bartender\nand asked to have my glasses refilled.\nHe had just filled them up and set\nthem before when his eyes widen and he stepped back. I didn't flinch, but I was\nimmediately on my guard.  A voice, which\nI would love to call sultry, only it wasn't quite right for that, spoke from my\nleft side.\n\"Buy a girl a drink?\"\nI knew the voice by its timbre and\nits intonation. It was all orca. \nI turned my eyes back to the\nbartender and smiled. \"Get the lady whatever she wants.\"\nHe nodded and produced a full\nbottle of whiskey, pulled the top off and handed it over to her. I still hadn't\nmoved to look her in the face. Any gal that was as tough as she was making\nherself out to be was all right in my book.\nShe tapped my glass with her\nbottle. \"Watcha drinking?\"\nI explained the concept to her.\n\"Beer and whiskey? What are you trying to do, better the beer or ruin the\nliquor?\"\nI chuckled. \"Neither. It's just a\ncombination of flavors.\"\n\"Combination? You make it sound\nappealing. There isn't much flavor around here.\"\n\"Oh, don't say that! This place is\nso different from home it makes my head hurt!\"\n\"What's there her on the coast for\na plains horse like you?\"\n\"Well, for one I have a job to do.\nSecondly, I'm making every effort to soak up as much culture as I can.\"\n\"Culture?\" She guffawed in an\nunladylike manner. \"The folks hereabouts are only interested in fish, fish and\nmore fish. I don't mind it, but I get a little sick of hearing about it,\nsmelling it and some days, the tiresome taste of it. I would love to go\nsomewhere else and soak up some \"culture.\"\n\"You could come back with me,\" I\nsaid for no particular reason.\n\"Can't happen. Some of us live by\nthe ocean because that is where we came from. And there are times when you just\nhave to go back. So you see, I would love to take you up on your offer, but\nwhen an orca says seasick, it's what you folks would call homesick. Only if we\ndon't get into the water, it'll literally drive us mad.\"\n\"So the sea has a tether on you?\"\nShe smiled. \"More like an umbilical\ncord. The sea is our mother, as my great grandfather used to say.\"\nI stuck out my hand. \"Johnnie\nGreatstrides.\"\nShe frowned a little. \"You won't\nlike my name.\"\n\"Why not?\"\n\"Because it's hard to say.\"\n\"For you or for me?\"\nShe punched me in the shoulder. It\nactually hurt. \"For you, you jackass!\"\n\"So then you say it and I'll be the\njudge.\"\n\"Yirba Qalqalexic.\"\nI paused. I was used to what I\nconsidered normal names. Others thought our tribal names were a little weird,\nbut this was plain ridiculous. \"OK, so you got me. Do I call you Yirba?\"\n\"I go by Labana. Some sailor gave\nit to me and I liked it so I kept it.\"\n\"Labana? That is a little easier to roll off the tongue.\"\nShe took a pull on the bottle.\n\"Just like this liquor.\" She\nstopped and grinned at something that was beyond my knowledge.\n\"Sure.\"\n\"So Johnnie? Do you have any\nnicknames?\"\n\"A few. My family calls me Crazy\nHorse.\"\n\"Is that so? I like a good dose of\ninsanity now and again.\"\nHer tone was getting more and more\nunmistakable. What I had taken for mere coincidental innuendoes was now adding\nup to subtle seduction. I wasn't against it, but I was going to need some\nassurances that she wasn't going to run the first time I dropped my pants.\nTrue, she was a big girl in that sense; not fat or bulky, but solid and sturdy.\nIn fact, she was fairly streamlined in her form, and I was pretty sure she was\none hell of a swimmer.\n\"Are you sure you're up to the kind\nof craziness I can generate?\"\n\"How the hell should I know? I\nhaven't had a chance to experience any of it yet.\"\nI looked her up and down very\ncarefully. I wasn't an expert on beauty, especially when it came to other\nspecies. All the otter girls had been cute, but I think it was more their\nnature than their looks. Really, they all looked the same to me. But Labana had\na definite style about her, from her bold black and white markings to the\nunnaturally smooth skin. Despite looking soft and rubbery, I knew from the\nmales of her type that they had very tough hide that could take a lot of abuse.\nI only hoped that what she had\nhidden under that hide was up to the same sort of thing. I wasn't a nasty or a mean\nlover, but I had a lot to offer. And I mean a lot. So I had to be a little choosier\nin my choice of a lover than did a lot of guys. \n\"OK, so let me get this straight.\nYou're interested in having a go with me?\"\n\"You're sort of dense aren't you? I\nwant to fuck, to shag, to screw and otherwise find out what an equine is like\nin bed. You'll probably be my only chance at it and I intend to take it, even\nif that means knocking you out and dragging you home.\"\nShe could have done it!\n\"Alright then. I like a girl who\nknows what she's about.\"\nThe fact was, I was curious what\nshe was like. I mean a female is a female, but they weren't all created the\nsame. Neither were guys, so don't think I'm being sexist. I had a few buddies\nback home who were envious of what I carried as a concealed weapon. But I had\nno idea what a killer whale had hidden away. But if she was game, how the hell\ncouldn't I go along with it?\n\"So, are you staying with the other\nworkers?\"\n\"Yep. Boss says it's the only way\nof keeping track of us.\"\n\"Well, he'll just have to make do\nwithout you tonight.\"\n\"Just remember I need to work in\nthe morning.\"\n\"I'll get you there in time. In the\nmeantime, quit worrying. I'll make any possible delay in getting on the job\nsite worth your while.\"\n\"That sounds like a big offer!\"\n\"Big? Call it magnanimous. Just\nunderstand that I expect to get as much as I give. Do you understand me?\"\n\"Loud and clear. So I take it you\nhave some place in mind?\"\n\"I might. How's your swimming?\"\n\"Terrible.\"\n\"Then I'll go with my second\nchoice. We'll just need to be a little quieter.\"\n\"Quieter than what?\"\n\"Than what I was hoping we would\nhave to be. Still, a little less noise and a little more action might be just\nwhat this gal needs.\"\n\"I don't mean to be rude, but I\ntake it you're not real active?\"\n\"Honey, they don't call us killers\nfor nothing. And I don't mean murder either. I've been known to do some damage\nin the quest for pleasure. That can give a person a reputation\"\n\"Sounds intriguing.\"\nShe smiled at me. \"I hope you're up\nfor what I'm expecting.\"\n\"I hope you are too!\"\nThat seemed to settle matters and\nwe left the bar like best buddies. It felt a little strange to me, and the few\npeople that saw me walk out with her had made protective signs as we exited the\ndoor.  I wasn't sure what the local\ncustoms were, so I ignored them.\nIt turns out her house was quite an\ninteresting thing. The building seemed as dark as the evening but as it had\nlights in it, it altogether that made it rather incongruous looking. It seemed\nto have been built a century or more ago, and was longer than it was wide. It\nsat partially on solid rock, with a portion of it extending over the water. She\ntold me that was to allow access from either land or water.\nIt gave me shivers stepping inside.\nThe carvings on the walls were exquisite, brilliant, and seemed totally\nopposite of the nature of her kind. Orcas were essentially monochrome, except\nfor their eyes, but they seemed to love color. She pointed out a few figures and\nidentified them as being representations of some of her ancestors. I was\nfascinated by all of this, despite the fact that I should have been falling all\nover myself heading for her bed.\nBut the fact was, there were a few\nother obstacles and distractions that I could see besides the wonderful\nrenderings covering the interior of the longhouse. The place was filled with more\nof her kind. \nThere were those who were obviously\nelders and a few I recognized from the bar, which may have meant that they actually\nwere direct relation to her, so overall it wasn't quite the place I imagined\nour tryst as taking place. I got looks of curiosity with a few of the males\nsnickering and whispering among themselves. I shrugged it off. I didn't set out\nto discover the country by then holding back from promising experiences because\nof what someone else thought of me.\nShe turned to the group and called\n- nay bellowed out a warning.\n\"I expect to be making some noise.\nIf you don't like it, stuff tree bark in your earholes. And if that don't help,\nI can tell you where to stuff a branch or two that might take your mind off of\nit!\"\nThe open area went silent. I was\nimpressed, and also just beginning to wonder if I might have gotten myself into\nmore than it I had originally bargained for. But by now I was feeling pretty\nrandy and unless she actually tried to take a bite out of me, I wasn't going to\nbe easily dissuaded from lying with her. I like girls who walked on the wild\nside, and if I had to learn to swim to get on her good side, I intended to put\nmy heart into it. It wasn't like I hated water or anything, but when you don't\nhave a lot of it around you swimming was a talent you didn't often foster.\nLearning here in the great expanse that swallowed the horizon wasn't appealing,\nbut as I've heard said in the past, nothing ventured is nothing gained.\nLabana gave me a look that said she\nwas satisfied with the response from her household. She grabbed my hand and\npulled me to the back, where I could hear water lapping at the bank. \n\"I take the back room just for this\nreason. That, and there are times when I just need to get away from the land\nand my family. The others don't feel the pulls that I do.\"\n\"Pulls?\"\nShe sighed. \"I'm sure you know the\nstories of your ancestors. Mine came from the ocean so many generations ago that\nthe stories concerning them are muddled and confusing. But the fact is; the sea\ncalls out to us as if it wants us to return.\" \nShe held up her hands.\n\"These used to be flippers. I know\nthis from the stories.\"\nI held up mine.\n\"And mine used to be hooves, just\nlike my feet. So what?\"\n\"Nothing I guess. It's just a\nwonder sometimes at how evolution has changed us in some ways, and in others\nhave left us longing for something more.\"\n\"More?\"\nShe sighed again, sadly this time,\nin direct opposition to her previous attitude. \"I don't know Johnnie. Haven't you\never wanted to be something else?\"\n\"No, not really. I am what I am. I\ncan't change that. I can only change my attitude and my outlook.\"\nShe looked at me and smiled. \"Wise\nwords. What else do you have hidden away to change a girl's outlook?\"\n\"Would you like to find out?\"\n\"Like doesn't come into play. Need\nis more like it. And those fools out there have never been up to the\nchallenge.\"\n\"And you think I am?\"\n\"You had better be.\"\nShe opened the old wooden door to\nthe room, pulling a chain hanging from the ceiling. The harsh glare revealed a\ncomfortable setting, which included a massive bed (the ones at the hotel where\na little fragile in my opinion), several chairs and enough tribal artwork to\nentertain one of those city slicker connoisseurs for days.\n\"Wow!\"\n\"What?\"\n\"This stuff is absolutely\nstunning!\"\nThat was when I noticed she was\ngetting undressed. She turned to me and lowered her head in a sort of doubting\nmanner.\n\"Is that so? Which piece is your\nfavorite?\"\nI was staring at her body.  \"I think I'm looking at it now.\"\nShe cocked her head to one side.\n\"Don't getting funny with me equine.\"\n\"I was being completely serious.\nI've never seen a completely naked orca before. I had no idea how sensual your\nbodies were.\"\nShe stared for a moment before\nturning away. \"You're just saying that.\"\nNow she was making me mad. \"Are you\ncalling me a liar!\"\nTurning back, she stared at me some\nmore - long and hard. \"You're just ignorant.\"\n\"Yes, I am. Enlighten me.\"\nShe stood there in the harsh light,\npondering what to make of me. I too was sizing her up. She seemed to waver from\nbeing overly confident to being as fragile as a child. We held each other's\neyes for what seemed like an eternity. She finally broke away, tears streaming\ndown her face.\n\"You wouldn't understand.\"\n\"Not without you telling me.\"\n\"You wouldn't want to hear it.\"\n\"Fine.\" I turned to go out the\ndoor.\n\"Wait, where are you going?\"\n\"Away. I'm not into keeping things\nfrom a lover. If you ask me something, I'll give you an answer, even if you\ndon't want to hear it. If you want to just fuck and be done with it, then say\nso. But never, ever call me a liar. And never act like I don't care. Neither\nthing is a trait I care to have.\" \nShe leaped for the door, pressing\nher bulk against it. \"No, please don't go.\"\n \n\"As you wish. But you need to loosen up a little. I know I'm not the\ntype you're used to, whatever that happens to be, but don't judge me until\nyou've weighed all the facts.\"\nShe hesitated a moment. \"Labana\nmeans knife. It was given to me by a lover who said that I stabbed him in the\nheart.\"\nI laughed, but not mockingly. \"That\nsounds a little dramatic. I take it you have commitment issues?\"\nHer head jerked up. \"What the\nhell...\"\n\"Look. I don't care. You and I are\ntwo different species. I'll not be around long, for when the work is done, I'll\nbe on my way. If you're looking for a friend and a lover all in one, then I\nmight be just what you're looking for. So they'll be no commitments outside of\nthat. Friends can remain friends until the end. Lovers can remain lovers as long\nas they desire each other. But as for anything more formal, I think we can\neliminate the chances of that right now.\"\n\"And you're fine with that?\"\n\"Are you?\"\n\"Uh, I guess so.\"\n\"Then let's stop talking until\nafter we find out if this is going to work or not.\"\nShe snickered. \"Don't think you can\nhandle me?\"\n\"Just the opposite. I'm not sure\nyou can handle me.\"\n\"Then let's find out, shall we?\"\nI shrugged and undressed. The\nmoment my pants were off, she found out why I was questioning her ability to deal\nwith what I had to offer. It wasn't me being a braggart. An equine had one hell\nof a cock, a holdover from our earlier days. And hell, as much as I was proud\nof it, it did limit my encounters to those who could wield it. Back home that\nmeant either girls from my own tribe, or those from the neighboring bison\ntribes.  \nLabana was a big girl, but I was\nstill wondering if she could handle me or not. After all, a quick inspection of\nher body failed to show me any place where I could stick my cock. But rather\nthan being deterred, she dropped to her knees and got down level with it. I\nwasn't hard yet, but I was feeling pretty spunky. She didn't say a word, but\ninstead touched it gently with nimble fingers. \nThat was all it took.\nShe was suitably impressed. When\neighteen inches of pink flesh becomes fully inflated, everyone notices. Heck,\nthose otter girls had only felt it while it was soft and \"short\". I could only\nguess what they would have done in a situation like this.\nAs she stroked it, not so much in a\nsexual manner as one of disbelief, Labana was only making me hornier. But I let\nher go, knowing full well that she had to be ready to take me before she did. I\nwas therefore a little unprepared when she opened her mouth and licked it. That\ntongue of hers was as flexible as any, and longer than most. Heretofore she had\nused it to talk. Now she was proving it had other uses.\nOral sex wasn't a common thing in\nmy tribe. Girls got it more, because few of them could take what we as males had\nto offer. So finding a girl who didn't hesitate at all to tackle the issue was\na rare treat indeed. \nShe had teeth. I had seen them\nbefore, and knowing her nature, it gave me just a little anxiety. When your\nlover is nicknamed \"knife\" and has a mouthful of sharp teeth, it does make you\nwonder if you really were crazy to be associating with someone like her. And\nwhen your cock was now sliding past those teeth, you had your heart skipped a\nbeat or two until you suddenly realized she had the whole thing inside her.\nAnd never once did she allow a tooth\nto snag it along its journey.\nBy that time I was clutching her\nsmooth head with a grip that often held steel beams in place. Her hands grabbed\nmy ass and held me in place with a strength to rival my own. \nI wasn't in love, but damn, I was\nin lust!\nHer tongue rolled around my shaft like\na snake around its victim, and the flared tip of my cock was presently wedged\nagainst the sides of her pharynx. Never; and I do mean never in my life had\nanyone been able to take the whole thing in one shot. She had just done it on\nthe first try!\nShe pursed her mouth and pulled\nback a little, forcing me to release the grip I had on her head. It was worth\nit. She pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth, stuck against the taut\nring that was her lips. Her tongue wove a pattern over the end of it until my\nflesh was crawling from the intensity of it. Then, she slowly worked her way\nback down along its length until her face was up against my crotch.\nIf an otter had tried this she\nwould have found that tip coming out her backside.\nLabana knew how to do what she was\ndoing, and it made me wonder about her male counterparts. They were certainly\nof a size to be equipped like I was, but were they actually? Did it really\nmatter? The answer was no of course, but one could still speculate idly about\nsuch things. I was always interested in learning as much as I could about other\ncultures. \nAnd other's anatomies.\nWhich brought me back around to\nher. From what I had seen, outside of the firm breasts on her chest, she seemed\ndevoid of telltale genitalia. Maybe that was one of the problems she faced.\nTime would tell, for I figured we were going to get to something a little more\nin the style of mating later in the night. For the moment I was plenty content\nwith what she was doing.\nStill, I was a little startled when\nher fingers made their way to my anus. I was a little more intrigued when one\nof hers stroked it until the tip wiggled inside. I was expecting to be repulsed\nby her intrusion, but instead found an odd thrill running through me. As it\nquested deeper, it was rubbing my insides until it hit some spot that nearly\ntriggered an orgasm.\nIt would have too if she hadn't\nsqueezed my balls at the same time. The brief discomfort was enough to reset\nme. Either she was doing things blindly and they were working, or this gal had\na lot more experience under her hide than she let onto.\nShe continued to suck me off,\nfingering my ass and giving me gentle squeezes until I thought I was going to\nhave to force her down and finish the job in a nasty way. It didn't come to\nthat thankfully, but it came damn close. She knew how to keep a guy going for a\nhell of a lot longer than he wanted. I only hoped she had an inkling of what\nwas about to come.\nOr I guess maybe I should have\nsaid... cum.\nWhen she finally freed my balls, I\nrelaxed and went with the flow. And that flow started deep inside me, somewhere\nlow and obscure. It worked its way upwards, taking the path of least\nresistance. That took it the entire eighteen inches of my cock before blasting\ndown her throat like a geyser.\nShe felt it coming and at first didn't\nflinch. As the seconds ticked by and there was no sign of it stopping, she\ntried to pull away. She might have been successful had my vice-like grasp not\nbeen latched onto her head in a death grip. There was a brief struggle as I\nheld on as she tried to break away. By the time I let go, most of my cum had\nbeen blasted into her stomach with a force unparalleled in her prior experiences.\nShe fell back on the floor with a\nthud. My cock was still actively spouting, hitting her face with a shower of\nfrothy white. I dropped to my knees in front of her, sucking in air and shaking\nlike an autumn leaf in a north-wind gale. She looked shocked, and to be honest,\nrather amazed and disgusted by what my body had just done.\nShe wiped her face a little,\nstaring at the organ that had just about choked her.\n\"Johnnie?\"\n\"Yes?\" I choked out the word as Iwas\nstill trying to catch my breath.\n\"All I can say is damn! If I had\nknown you were packing that much heat, I wouldn't have wasted a week or so\nwaiting to meet you.\"\n\"Are you sure of that?\"\nThe smile on her face was the most\ngenuine I had seen on her as of yet. \"Oh hell yes! I can't wait to see how you\nfeel when you're where you belong.\"\nI was staring at her crotch. I\ndidn't see a thing. There had to be something going on that I didn't\nunderstand. She noted my intent investigation of her anatomy and chuckled.\n\"What's the matter? Looking for\nthat obvious donut hole your regular girls have?\"\nShe was correct. A mare had some\npretty distinctive anatomy when it came to their rear ends. This girl seemed to\nhave nothing. \n\"To be honest - yes. You seem to\nhave an unblemished expanse of skin running from your chest to the tip of your\ntail.\n\"Fluke. Don't call it a tail. You\nhave a tail handsome but mine exists for a different purpose.\"\n\"Sorry. I didn't mean any offense.\"\n\"None taken. You get one chance to\nmake a mistake and after that you get reprimanded.\"\n\"Sounds fair. Now, about\nyour...sexual apparatus.\"\nShe about choked on those words.\n\"Apparatus? I have a cunt and an asshole.\"\n\"Those words seem a little severe!\"\nShe wrinkled up her nose. \"I like\nyou Johnnie. You keep trying to treat me like a lady. I ain't no lady, not by\nany stretch of the imagination.\"\n\"I'll tell you what. You let me do\nmy thing, and you do yours. But if you don't like being treated well, then I'm\nnot for you.\"\nShe looked suddenly very serious.\n\"Don't go messing with my head.\"\n\"Talking is presently getting us\nnowhere. Show me somewhere else to muddle and I'll make a mess there.\"\nThe grin resumed its place on her\nface. \"I think I underestimated what I was getting myself in for with you\nafterall. That makes you a challenge. And I never back down from a challenge!\"\nShe stood up and held out a hand to\nhelp me to my feet. My hooves dug into the hard wooden floor as she hauled me\nerect like I weighed nothing more than a flour sack. She pulled back the covers\nand spread herself on the mattress with as much style as any girl I had ever\nknown. If she was trying to put on that she was some sort of tomboy, she was\ndoing a poor job of it.\nI was ready to follow but she held\nup a restraining hand. She then put both of them to her crotch area and pried\non the skin. The seemingly unmarred white flesh there parted, showing a vibrant\npink slash that had been the hiding place for just what I had been looking for.\nMy cock began to wake up.\n\"Wow!\"\n\"Oh, you're just saying that\nbecause it's a novelty for you.\"\n\"Yes I am. Damn! Who would have\nknown you had such a great looking set of holes packed and camouflaged right\nout in the open?\"\nShe looked at me like I was daft.\n\"I'm no different than any other orca female.\"\n\"Sure you are!\"\n\"Oh really?\"\n\"Do you know any others hereabouts\nthat are about to get laid by a horse?\"\n\"No.\"\n\"Then I think I've made my point.\"\nShe shook her head. \"You are one crazy\nson-of-a-bitch, Johnnie Greatstrides.\" \n\"My mother was a mare, not a bitch.\nAnd yes, I am a bit insane. But we already discussed that.\n\"Yes we did. Crazy Horse I believe.\"\n \"Yep! But you take me part and parcel. If you\ndon't like it, I'll leave.\"\n\"Like hell you will. You'll not go\nuntil I release you.\"\nI was ready to get my dander up,\nbut I figured there was no point in getting worked up over something I wanted\nanyways. This was her place and therefore her rules. And after what she had\njust done for me, I thought that I owed her a bit of fun in return. So instead\nof getting angry with her tone, I made a sweeping bow and said, \n\"As the lady wishes!\"\n\"Oh do shut up and get into bed!\"\nI complied with as much style and\ngrace as I could manage. My cock was already sporting most of its length by\nnow, making a delicate entry into the bed a little more cumbersome than I would\nhave liked. She didn't seem to notice. She pulled me on top of her and I\nimmediately straddled her form with my own. \n\"Do you think you can handle all of\nthis?\" I asked as I lifted my meat in one hand.\n\"How the hell should I know until\nwe try? So shut up and get moving!\"\nWell, at least if this didn't work,\nshe'd have a partner who wouldn't push it. I had been disappointed in the past,\nso I was ready for it now. That slit closed right up when she wasn't holding it\nopen, so if that was the way her body worked, how the hell could she deal with\nall of this?\nTaking the lead, I put my own\nfingers down there, finding that her crack was a neat slash in her otherwise\ntaut skin, easily urged open with strong fingers. I inserted one inside her\nfront hole, feeling how hot she was. She groaned a little as my finger slipped\nin past the second joint.  My fingers\nweren't anything compared to my cock, but they were thick and strong from all\nof the work I did.\nI was fascinated by her anatomy.\nLike she had said, I was used to a fairly obvious physical expression of the\nsexual organs. This enshrouded set of holes was the most interesting thing I\nhad ever seen. There was no doubt that they served the same purpose as they did\nin other mammals, but their configuration was as novel as was their owner.\nI worked in a second finger,\nfeeling the moisture dripping out. That she had it bad was obvious. I could\nsympathize. I was ready to go again, but I felt it was only fair to give her a\nlittle kindness to match what she had done for me. I worked in a third finger,\nfeeling her clamping down on them with a force to make a rhino wince. It only\nmade our upcoming encounter all the more tantalizing.\nI wanted to see if she could still\ndo that when there simply wasn't room for her to squeeze.\nI slipped one finger out and worked\nit a little lower until it found her ass. I figured if it was good for me, it\nwould be good for her as well. Being slippery and all, it slipped in and sunk\nto the hilt. I pressed upward, finding my other fingers with only her pink\ntissues separating them. She let loose a squeal that I took to be one of\npleasure, since she didn't make any move to stop me.\nI changed positions a little,\npulled out my fingers, making her groan with disappointment. I had no intention\nof stopping, but if two in the front were good and three was better, then three\nit was. This time I replaced the one in her ass with my thumb. Her eyes opened\nwide as I thrust my hand until it simply couldn't go any farther. I then worked\nher over with the same arm I used to handle a riveter. Needless to say, it had\nsufficient strength to bend iron bars.\nOr iron wills, if that were the\ncase.\nShe took my actions like a pro. I\neven used my free hand to rub over that lovely pink protuberance that some\npeople called a clit. We had other terms for it back home, but names weren't\nimportant right then. My friction on it was.\nShe came up off the bed simultaneous\nwith a high pitched squeal. It was enough to give me temporary hearing loss.\nShe began to shake and shiver as I worked her over with increasing intensity.  Mares were sometimes easy to get off this way,\nbut my fingers were a little rough for a lot of gals. This one seemed to thrive\nunder my manhandling, so I took it as a cue and picked up the force and speed\nof my actions. \nI was rewarded with the most ear-piercing\nscream I've ever heard. I've listened to some pretty pitiful howls and\nscreeches in my time, but this one was a topper. Her hands grabbed mine and she\nproceeded to force them to keep going.\nLike I was going to stop!\nHer shaking was soon\nuncontrollable. It carried over to her arms, which in turn kept mine where they\nwere in a fantastical grip, forcing them to do what they were already doing quite\nwillingly. I gave up trying to do anything more than keep them rigid as her\nshuddering was more the enough to give her pleasure via my thick digits. I kept\none finger pressed on her clit until she finally shook so violently back and\nforth that I moved out of the way to save myself getting thrashed in the face\nwith her fluke.\nShe continued to roll about the bed\nfor who knows how long. After a while she seemed to wind down to the point that\nI felt it was safe to join her again. The first thing she did was grab my cock\n(which was still hard as a rock) and pull herself up by it. \n\"Goddam you!\"\n\"What?\"\nShe leaned over and kissed me. It\nwas unexpected but pleasant enough. And when a girl this big has a grip on your\nmost precious possession, you pay attention.\n\"You motherfucker you! Here I\nthought you were just going to be another stupid ass male. Where the hell did\nyou learn to do that?\"\n\"Well for one, I am sort of an ass.\nThey're just a cousin tribe. Secondly, I didn't do anything more than I ever did.\nI take it your males around here aren't too imaginative.\"\nShe let go of my cock and put both\narms around my neck, entwining them in my mane. \"Johnnie... Oh Johnnie, you have\nno idea how clueless they are.\"\n\"So teach them!\"\n\"I have no patience for slow learners.\nI gave up on them a while ago. I gave up a hope a few months back of ever\nfinding anyone who could get me going. I never thought it would be a plains\npony to get my blood going again.\"\n\"Pony!\"\n\"Oh shut up! You know what I mean!\"\nI did. And there was nothing wrong\nwith being of that tribe either. To each their own.\n\"So you liked it?\"\n\"I take it back. Maybe you are\ndense.\"\n\"My question was rhetorical. I\nseemed to have touched off a firestorm.\"\n\"I couldn't have said it better.\"\nShe was still panting. \"I felt like my nerves had been lit from within.\"\n\"If you liked that, maybe we should\nproceed a little further.\"\nShe shuddered. \"I don't know if I\ncan take it.\"\nI must have looked like I had been\nsucker punched. . \nShe hastily corrected herself. \"I\nwant you stupid. I was implying that I might not be able to tolerate it after\nwhat you just did.\"\n\"Then I'll go slowly.\"\n\"If you insist.\"\nI pried her apart, making her jump\na little, placing the flared tip of my cock against her hole. Each movement I\nmade caused her to jerk a little, and the last one forced me inside her an inch\nor so.\nHer eyes came open again.\n\"Shit!\"\n\"Are you alright?\"\n\"I just can't believe that you just\ngot inside me with that thing.\"\n\"Uh, I wouldn't call that being\ninside you. In fact, I would hardly say it's even started.\"\nShe closed her eyes. \"Then do it.\nIt might be the end of me, but I can't think of a better way I'd prefer to\ndie.\"\nI knew she was being dramatic, so I\ndug my hooves into the footboard, grabbed her shoulders and thrust. She leaned\nup, started to scream and silenced it by sinking her teeth into my shoulder. I\nretaliated for the sudden pain by jerking hard with my hips, forcing half of my\nlength into her in one swift motion. Those teeth sunk in deeper. I was one\ntough horse but getting bitten by a predator, even one whose linage had never had\na chance to prey upon mine was enough to get my nostrils flaring.\nI shoved until the tip was\nsomewhere so deep inside her I was certain that no previous lover had ever\ntouch the flesh my cock was now pressing against.\nThe teeth let go as another scream\ncame vaulting out of her throat. I put a hand over her mouth, quieting but not\nsilencing her. Instead she bit me again, and this time my cry took the place of\nhers. Damn if this girl wasn't hard to handle! But the best thing was; I had\nevery inch of my cock inside her. That hadn't happened in a long time. It was\nwell worth the pain, as well as the future scabs to my shoulder and hand.  Being this deep inside a female once again\nwas something so great that the punishment was worth it.\nI held still for a moment to see if\nshe'd calm down. She did, but just barely. She looked liked she wanted to say\nsomething, but her mouth wouldn't work. Her eyes were rolling wildly, and every\ntime I moved even an inch, they would roll back in her head. I remained\nmotionless for as long as I could, but my cock needed to have another release\nand it wasn't going to happen by itself.\nI pinned her arms back above her\nhead and proceeded to pull back. A foot and a half of cock was not something\nyou could easily ignore, and as I pushed it in and out, her voice eroded and\ndevolved into high pitched gurgles and moans.\nIt was fucking awesome!\nNot only was my size making her\nhole totally tight, but her slit tended to want to close up around my cock. It\nwas like her body was trying to engulf me. Good luck on that, I thought\nhumorously. While I was certainly inside her, by the same note I was now in\ncontrol. Her body couldn't do a thing to expel me no matter how hard it might\ntry. As it was, she was twitching uncontrollably as I pounded her insides like\nmy mother used to grind corn with a pestle. \nMy mother, by the way, was very good at that job.\nI leaned down and dared to engage\nher mouth. I figured I might lose a lip doing that, but she responded so\npassionately that I let go of her arms. She returned them to being wrapped\naround my neck as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I hesitated at first,\nthen joined in when I felt I was safe from those teeth.\nShe wrapped her legs around my\nwaist, lifting her hips even higher with the help of her tail. \nI know - fluke. Whatever.\nThe fact was, her back end was far\nstronger than it looked, and she was pushing up against my thrust like no\nfemale had ever dared. I thought I might end up wrecking her for any future\nmale she might encounter, but for the moment she intended to ride me like a pro\nregardless of the consequences.\nI have had a few buffalo gals that hadn't\nbeen able to handle it. \nShe was shrugging it off like it\nwas nothing.\nWell, I shouldn't say nothing. It was obvious she was feeling\nit. She might as well have cut the nozzle and a length of tubing off of a fire\nhose and filled the whole thing with rubber. That was what it had to feel like\ninside her. And like that aforementioned hose, when I went off, you noticed. \nI was coming very close to opening things\nup full stream. I had started just a little cautiously, but once I knew she\ncould take it, I doubled my efforts.  I\nwasn't pulling back all that far now, since that took time, but what I did have\nmoving was plenty for any gal. And since I was tickling her in places normally\nreserved for unborn foals and calves, I knew that I was scratching at spots\nthat were normally beyond her reach.\nWe kept it up for who knows how\nlong. I didn't care how much time we spent on this, and even if I had, I think\nthat looking at my timepiece would have been the height of effrontery. This was\nall about her and I, and I wasn't about to let anything else interfere. \nNot even the time.\nWhen I finally came, I did so with\nsavage grace, making sure that each thrust was measured and deep.  When my balls began pushing out their\ncontents, the head of my cock was right up against her womb. While I couldn't\nsee what was happening, I think I can be sure that a good amount of it was\nforced right into her babymaker. From the look on her face, I would say I was\nright. Her eyes went wide for the...well I had lost count, but they about popped\nout from her rounded skull for yet again.\nShe tried to cry out, but it seemed\nstuck in her throat. What came out was a series of high pitched clicks that had\nall the undertones of an ancient language. Horses had a few old mannerisms like\nthat, but nothing this in-depth.\nThen again, she had likely never\nhad a cock this in-depth before.\nThere was nothing like tickling the\nancient chants out of a girl with your ability to get right to the heart of\nmatters. I had never seen a female act so relieved to get some relief. We\nreally had to talk about her love life at some point, assuming she was\ninterested in continuing our relationship over the course of my stay. I get\nthat the local boys might not carry the same caliber that I did, but something\nhad to be better than nothing.\nHer grip had gone from rock-solid,\nto frantic to suddenly flaccid. As my hips wound down their little dance, she\nrolled open her eyes, which were now bloodshot and distant, and sighed heavily\nbefore she shuddered one last time. Then she was out. And I do mean out. I\npulled my cock from its hiding place within her and she didn't even flinch.\nI thought about trying another go\non her, but I knew that it was getting late. Sex was great, but I was pretty\nconscientious about my job duties. I would have gotten up and left right then,\nbut that seemed both rude and possibly unforgivable. So I positioned myself\nagainst her back (after rolling her onto her side) and spooned up against her\nand fell asleep.\nBefore I did, I inhaled deeply of my\nsurroundings. I know that may sound strange to you, but I have an excellent\nnose, and the aroma of the night was as much part of my memories as was the\nactivity. I wanted to never forget our time together, if in fact it was fated\nto be this one single night.\nI smelled smoke; fresh smoke and\nold smoke from fires long past. I smell wood; mostly cedar and its aromatic\nfragrance. I could smell the seawater as it lapped up just outside her room.\nAnd I could smell her. I don't know how to describe it to you, but it was a\npleasant, salty tang mixed with...with... well, I don't know what it was.  I had noticed it before this of course, but\nonly now was I taking the time to dwell on the finer points of the evening.\nOverall, the experience was going to last with me for a very long time and my\nnose was taking in everything my eyes, ears and mouth had missed. And that was\nhow I fell asleep. Dreaming of what I had just finished doing.\nI awoke early to a darkened\nroom.  Labana was still asleep, her chest\nrising and falling as air from her blowhole tickled my neck. I was loathe to\nmove, but even under such a wonderful setting as this, my instincts told me to\nget my rump moving.\nAs stealthily as I could, I got up,\ngathered my clothing and stepped outside her door. I dressed quickly, making my\nway towards the front of the house. There was someone there tending the fire,\nsomething I found a little odd. I didn't know who it was, but it was a she by\nher dress. The outfit was of a very ancient design, something like my great\ngrandparents might have worn, only in a different style of course. Orcas didn't\nage in the same way many of us other tribes did, there being no graying or\nwrinkling of the skin. So one might say they looked ageless.\n\"Good morning son of the dust.\"\n\"Good morning mother of the sea.\"\nShe seemed pleased with my retort.\n\"Sit down.\"\n\"Uh, I really need to go.\"\n\"Yes you do. But you will have much\ntime ahead of you. Sit.\"\nOne thing you learn from a very\nyoung age. Listen to your elders. I plopped down on the floor and crossed my\nlegs.\n\"Good. Did you enjoy yourself last\nnight?\"\n\"Yes.\" If she expected me to\nelaborate, she was quite mistaken.\"\n\"That is good. I take it Yirba\nenjoyed herself also.\"\n\"I think so.\"\nHer eyes narrowed down to mere\npoints of darkness on her face. \"Either you know so, or you do not know so.\nWhich is it?\"\n\"She did.\"\nShe leaned back away from the fire.\n\"Good. She is a very lost child. She is torn between the land and the sea. Our\npeople are not like yours. We live where we live because we must. It is no bad\nthing, but unlike you, where roaming is in your blood, we must remain fixed\nwhere we are.\"\n\"Uh, ok. I mean, can't you just get\ninto the ocean and swim away any time you like?\" \n\"Yes we can, and sometimes we do,\nbut we will always come back to here. For some, home is where the heart is. So\nyou might say that our home here is our heart. It gives us life and we work to\nkeep it healthy. Do I make sense to you?\"\n\"I suppose. My father said\nsomething similar.\"\n\"Then you are lucky to have good\ncounsel in your bloodline. Yirba needs a mate, but she has refused any of the\nmales here. Now that she has found joy in your arms, she will no longer even\ncare to look for any other.\"\n\"You sound awfully sure of\nyourself.\"\n\"No, but I do understand a woman's\nheart. You are a handsome devil, for an equine. We don't see many of your kind here\nyou know. If not for this supposed need for a cannery, you would never have\ncome.\"\n\"True.\"\n\"And you will leave when it is\nfinished?\"\n\"Are telling me or asking me?\"\n\"Yes.\"\nShe was a wily one.  \"I intend to leave.\"\n\"Then watch your heart. My\ngranddaughter has kept hers very closed until last night. And please do not\nassume I have anything against you. If she found favor in you, even if only in\nthe matter of a bedding, then she has seen something in you that she finds to\nbe worthwhile. I find no fault in that. If I were younger, I might find myself\ntempted as well.\"\nI know some of you might find such\nan open assessment to be disturbing, but if a wise old lady such as this\nthought I was handsome, then I paid attention.\n\"I am honored. Perhaps we can give\nit a try some time?\"\nShe made a few clicks with her\ntongue. \"Now now young stallion. I was referring to if I was younger, which I\nam not. I am just saying that I understand her being drawn to you.\"\n\"And I was simply saying that you\nhave all of the looks of your granddaughter.\"\nI think she actually blushed, but I\ndon't believe that her skin tone or the interior light would ever have allowed\nit to show. \"Go! You are making me feel things I should not feel. But...\"\n\"But what?\"\n\"Come back. Even if you eventually\nleave her, she needs you now. She needs you more than she will ever admit too.\nOnly, don't tell her we have spoken. She must be allowed to do this as she sees\nfit. If she thinks that anyone is interfering on her behalf, she may sabotage\nyour relationship.\"\n\"Are you interfering?\"\n\"No. I wish the best for her. I\nonly wanted to have a few words with you. You seem like a very nice young\nhorse.\"\nI got up, did a ceremonial bow as\nwas custom in my tribe, and she nodded her head forward in response. As I made\nmy way to the door, I could hear her giggling to herself. \n\"A young buck like that thinking I\nlooked good. What a liar he is. But what a kind liar he is.\"\nI almost turned around to tell her\nit was no lie, but I figured it wasn't worth the bother. If she were anything\nlike her granddaughter, I would be more than happy to service her. But\nentanglement with one was probably enough for me at the moment. As it was, I\nhad to hightail it out of there and to the jobsite before I was missed.\nNo one said much to me that\nmorning, but the site-boss said a few words that drew my attention.\n\"Hey Greatstrides. Your shoulder's\nbleeding. Are you getting clumsy on the job?\"\nI felt where she had bit me. I had\nforgotten about it mostly because I did tend to shunt injuries aside like they\nnever happened.\n\"Sorry boss. Something that\nhappened last night.\"\nHe stared at me. \"Watch who your\nhanging with boy. Those with teeth often aren't afraid to use them.\"\n\"I'll be careful!\"\n\"Personally I doubt it.\" But that\nwas all he had to say.\nWork seemed tedious that morning,\nand when lunch came I realized that I had forgotten to pack a meal. I had\ntoughed it out before, so I was mildly surprised when a bag arrived from one of\nthe local diners. The otter delivering it was one I thought I recognized, but\nit was hard to tell. She didn't say much, only that it was paid for and to\nenjoy it.\nNow you have to understand that\nthere weren't many vegetarians in this neck of the woods. So when I opened it\nand found a variety of things that I happened to like, I was properly\nimpressed. There was a solitary napkin inside with a note scribbled on its surface.\n\"Thanks. Enjoy.\"\nI knew who it had to be from. The\nquestion was, what did it mean? I figured I would find out later. We had made\nno commitments the night before, so anything was a go and everything was up in\nthe air.\nWhen I left work that night I was\ntired and only wanted to get a shower, some food and hit the bed. Labana was\nthere at the gate, waiting.\n\"Hello Johnnie.\"\n\"Hi yourself.\"\n\"Is that all I get?\"\n\"That depends. What do you want?\"\nShe smiled. \"I have a little\nsomething planned if you're game.\"\n\"To be honest, all I want to do is\nget cleaned up and eat something.\"\n\"Then how about you eat something\nfirst. Cleaning up will come later.\"\nI thought about it. \"Why not?\"\nWe went to the same diner where my\nlunch had come from. It was on one of the quaint little side streets in the\ntown, and its décor showed that it was as old as some of the elderly patrons\ninside. It seemed popular enough, and since my food earlier was exceptional, I\nfigured the evening meal might prove to follow that lead. One never look\nhospitality in the mouth. One accepted it with grace, even when one wasn't\nhungry. \nMy uncle once said that.\nAs I was hungry in more ways than\none, I was fully prepared to accept any and all acts of kindness.\nSupper was interesting; a\ncombination of root vegetable laced with the local kelp. I know it didn't\nappeal to her, but she didn't say a word as I devoured my plate. Her own\nplatter was smoked fish, carrying a local name I couldn't quite pronounce, but\nwhich I took to be salmon. Some of the bear tribes in the more mountainous\nregions spoke of this fish.\nAfter our repast, she settled back\nagainst the seat and looked me in the eye. \"Did you have fun last night?\"\n\"Of course I did!\"\n\"Want another round?\"\n\"Are you trying to kill me?\"\n\"Nope. If I was trying to kill you\nwe wouldn't be having this conversation.\"\n\"I can believe that. So what do you\nhave in mind?\"\n\"Come back with me to my place and\nI'll show you.\"\n\"Can I get my shower first? The\nguys don't mind a little stink but if I don't get washed up soon, they'll be\nsure to complain.\"\n\"No. No shower. You either trust me\nor you go back to your motel and stay there.\"\nI sighed. \"I do trust you. I also\nhave a commitment to my crew.\"\n\"I know you do you dolt! But maybe,\njust maybe I can arrange something better than a shower.\"\nI was intrigued enough to bite.\n\"OK. When do we go?\"\n\"Now or never stud.\"\nI waved down the waitress and paid\nthe bill, leaving a big tip. It wasn't as big of a tip as I was thinking Labana\nwas going to get, but it was sufficient for a little girl like her.\nWe got to the longhouse in good\ntime. It was amazing what you missed when you were distracted or in a hurry.\nWhat I had taken for misshapen trees in front of the house were in fact the\ncarved symbols of their heritage. The figures on them rose up thirty feet,\ntowering over the yard like silent sentinels.\nI stopped and stared. She stood by\nmy side, looking up at them with me.\n\"Pretty impressive, aren't they?\"\n\"Yes they are. How is it I missed\nthem before?\"\n\"It was dark last night, and as for\nin the morning, I can't say. You snuck out without saying goodbye.\"\n\"I had to work. So I wasn't really\nleaving, now was I?\"\n\"I guess not. And you did\ncomeback.\" The tone is her voice was touched with a sprinkling of joy.\n\"Of course I did. I wasn't sure\nthat you wanted me back, so the invitation is nice.\"\n\"Fuck it Johnnie, I want you to do\nto me what you did last night. I want you to do it to me a thousand times over.\nCan you promise me you will?\"\n\"Of course I can't. But I will\npromise to for as long as we are together.\"\nI thought my honesty might backfire\non me, but it didn't.\n \"I think that's a better promise.\" \nShe leaned on my arm and led me\ninto the house. This time those gathered within looked at me with a new\nappreciation. I don't think all of them approved, but the grandmother must have\nsaid something to them. Labana went on the defensive, but was stunned when no\none confronted her. She turned to me, but I feigned ignorance. Well, I didn't\nfeign it exactly. I really had no idea what had gone down during the day here.\nAfter all, I was busy working. But if the elder had approved of me, you had\nbetter bet the rest would come around as well.\nShe led us back to her room. Once\nthe door was closed she stripped. \"Ok Johnnie, now you.\"\nI was quick to oblige, but I really\nwould have preferred to have gotten cleaned up. I'm not a fanatic about\nsmelling flowery, but a horse can get ripe damn fast when he's working.\nShe opened the door again and\nstepped out. She motioned for me to follow. I wasn't shy, but I wasn't an\nexhibitionist either.  But if she was\nwilling to do it, what less could I do? I stepped out and followed her to the\nrear of the house. The water was quietly sloshing against the hard rock floor. Like\nthe walls, the surface of it was carved with figures and beings, some of which\nI found most intriguing. But our reason for being here was not to investigate\nthe art, rather to enter the mesmerizing water.\nTo be totally honest with you,\nentering the ocean frightened me to no ends. Just the thought of water that\nsank a mile or more beneath its surface was enough to make me weak in the\nknees. I never told anyone, because there wasn't a reason to. But now that I\nhad to confront that fear, I found myself hesitating. She looked up at me as\nshe slipped in. I think the look on my face said it all.\n\"What's the difference between a shower\nand bath? I take it you don't much like the water?\"\n\"Water is fine. We have rivers back\nhome that I used to splash around in as a colt. But this...\"\n\"This is nothing. You have to let\ngo and feel the water. The salt here is the same as what runs in all of our\nveins. Even you, horse boy.\"\n\"If you say so.\"\nI took a hoof and stuck it in the\nwater. It was cool, but outside of that I didn't feel any negative vibes from\nit. If a water lover like her could spend time on land, why the hell couldn't a\nfool like me turn the tables? I stepped in, finding the pebbly bottom just a few\nfeet under. I settled down until only my head was above the surface. My mane flowed\nas the water ebbed and coursed across the rocks.\n\"See! Look at you!\"\nI was looking at her instead. Here\nin the water she seemed to come alive, even more so than last night while we\nhad made love. Her eyes glowed with an inner light, though that may have merely\nbeen the setting sun reflecting off of them. It was just hitting the horizon as\nshe took my hand and pulled me out from the safe confines of the house.\n\"Are you sure this is wise?\" I\nsaid, a little fear showing up in my voice.\n\"One can never tell if it is wisdom\nor foolishness until one has completed that which they are undertaking.\"\n\"That doesn't make me feel any\nbetter about this.\"\n\"No, but maybe I can help you along\nduring your ordeal.\"\n\"I didn't say it was going to be an\nordeal.\"\n\"Then quit making it sound that\nway. I'll make this as pleasant for you as I can.\"\nI sucked in a breath, closed my eyes\nand tried to relax. She could make all the claims she wanted, but I was close to\nbeing totally terrified of this water. Even though I could touch bottom here, I\nknew damn well that not far off the shoreline the floor dropped off to\nunimaginable depths.\nThe next thing I knew she had\nslipped below the surface of the water and was grasping my hips. I jerked a\nlittle, and then stiffened as she worked over my cock with that fantastic mouth\nof hers. I went to grab her head, stopped and then wondered.\nCould she drown?\nDon't judge me! I wasn't all that\ninformed on the extent to which her tribe could deal with being underwater. The\nmatter hadn't come up in conversation during the less than two weeks I had been\nhere. I opted to keep my hands off of her and allow her to do as she pleased. I\nsure as hell didn't want to be responsible for drowning her.\nAs before, she managed to get the\nwhole thing down in the first try. That was an impressive feat. From then on I\nforgot about things like dark oceans and watery deaths. I was all into what she\nwas doing. I even failed to notice when my body relaxed and floated calmly with\nthe lapping waves.\nGod she was good!\nThis time she worked me over right\nuntil I lost it. I don't know if I had filled her a little too full last time,\nbut when my cock began spurting she pulled away and let me shoot my cum into\nthe water. I hardly cared at that moment. She was still stroking it, and I dare\nsay, watching from her vantage point as the milky contents of my cock shot into\nthe sea to be carried away by the ever moving currents.\nIt was only then that I seemed to\nnote that she had been under the whole time. That almost gave me a panic\nattack. I couldn't hold my breath nearly that long! But I immediately got\ncontrol of myself. I hardly thought she expected the same from me.\nI watched as her head rose just\nabove the surface and exposed those eyes. I could see a little amusement in\nthem as she saw the mixed emotions running across my face.\nShe rose a little more. \"Well,\nwell, well. Look at you. Shooting a load for the fishes to enjoy. It seems a\nlittle wasteful, but I don't have room for any more after the supper I had.\"\n\"No room at all?\" I asked.\n\"Not in my stomach mister go-by the\ngallon. But I might have room elsewhere if you like.\"\n\"Now you're talking!\"\n\"Hold your... horses!\" She snorted at\nher play on words. \n\"What?\"\n\"You need to get clean first. I\nstarted with your cock, but there is still plenty more of you to get clean.\"\n\"Are you sure about this? I don't\nwant you to feel like you have to treat me special or anything.\"\n\"Have to? Hell no I don't have to.\nBut want to? Now that's a different story.\"\nI have never in my life had a\ntongue bath before. I know feline tribes do that, but having one in the water,\nwith a tongue as talented as hers just about drove me crazy. To hell with\nshowers! I found a new passion in personal hygiene!\nShe got her hands involved as well,\nand while there was no sort of soap involved, she still managed to work every\ninch of my hide free of dirt, sweat and other such filth until that left only\nmy head, which was above water. \nShe moved up from below and surfaced,\nwater dripping down her face.  She put\nher hands on my head and pushed me under. I sucked in a deep breath and prayed\nto my ancestors that this wouldn't be the death of me. She shoved my face\nbetween her breasts and proceeded to work the tangles and dust from my mane and\nhair. I relaxed, knowing full well that panicking would cause to me to use more\noxygen than I might have available.\nI surprised myself by remaining\nunruffled until she was done. She dropped down, kissed me and pulled me back to\nthe surface.\nI had to blink to get the salt\nwater out of my eyes, but when I did, I was looking into eyes full of pride.\n\"For a plains dweller, you're\npretty quick to accept the ways of the cetaceans.\"\nI was still snorting water out of\nmy nostrils. Her blowhole was adapted for this sort of thing.\n\"Cetacean? That sounds kind of\nsexy. So, is my bath complete?\"\n\"It can be. How do you like the\nwater now?\"\n\"I'm feeling a little more\ncomfortable with it, thank you very much.\"\n\"Good. Because I want to have sex,\norca style.\"\n\"Whoa, wait - what?\"\n\"Oh relax! I happen to like having\nsex in the water. It's the way we used to do it, generations ago. I think we've\nmoved a little too far down the evolutionary trail.\"\n\"You did say in the water and not\nunder water, right?\"\n\"Yes I did. I'm not willing to have\nyou drown so early in our relationship.\"\n\"Good. Neither am I.\"\nHer hands went to my cock, gently\ngrasping it and massaging it to life. It didn't take a whole lot of effort on\nher part, for between the predicted danger to my person (of being in the ocean)\nand the presence of such a wild thing like her, my libido was working overtime.\nI had never had such a thrill in my life. Trust me; a plains boy like me was\nused to a lot of things, but this was something totally new. I doubt you can\ncomprehend that, but if you ever have a chance in your life to try something\nthat frightens you, do it. You may find the ride bumpy and chaotic, but you'll\nnever ever forget it.\nAfter she had me as hard and\nstraight as those cedar poles in front of her longhouse, she straddled me,\ngripping my shoulders to lift herself up. A well place drop impaled her onto me\nand the fun began all over again.\nThis time she dropped slowly,\nunlike my rather coarse maneuverings from the night before. She would sink a little,\nstop, and then rise up. Then she would drop a little more, rise up, and repeat.\nEventually she was resting on my lap, her hands on my shoulders.\n \"Sorry if I'm boring you.\"\nI couldn't clamp my mouth closed\nfast enough before I said it. \"I think I'm boring you.\"\n\"No you're not, for I'll have you\nknow...\" Then she got the pun and shook her head. \"You're incorrigible.\"\n\"Among other things, yes I am.\"\nShe sighed and laid her head on my\nshoulder. \"I hope you don't mind something quiet and insouciant tonight.\"\n\"In-what?\"\n\"Oh never mind. Let's just relax\nand enjoy ourselves.\"\n\"I think I am already.\"\n\"Are you?\"\n\"Yes. I thought that maybe I would\nfreak out, but if I had to learn that the ocean wasn't as bad as I thought,\nthis is definitely the way to do it.\"\n\"I thought it might. If only I\ncould adapt so easily.\"\n\"No solid land for you?\"\n\"Oh, I don't mind. I have legs\nafter all. But there is nothing like swimming to relieve the stress of the\nday.\"\n\"Nothing?\"\n\"I consider this to be swimming... of\na sort.\" She grinned and kissed me.\n\"You may call it what you wish. All\nI know is that it's delightful.\"\nShe used her tail to move us to a\nposition where the rocks were hollowed out a little in the general shape of a\ntorso. I rested in this depression which helped me to be anchored in place\nwhile she had her way with me. I had been the forceful one last night, though\nthose punctures in my shoulder reminded me that we were only fairly equal terms.\nShe had failed to mention them, and I was too proud to complain. But it was a\nreminder that she was much more than a typical mare.\nBut let me remind you; mares can\nbite too. And don't you ever forget it!\nThey just usually don't draw blood.\nLabana gyrated her hips in the\nwater, using her fluke to push herself forward. She also freely used her arms,\nwhich moved from my shoulders to my sides depending were she wanted them at any\nparticular moment. She wasn't jittery, but she kept moving, never once allowing\nherself to remain motionless. She was as restless as the sea, and that made\nsense to me. \nYou may think the plains are mostly\ndesolate dry expanses, but you would be wrong. \nIf you were to find a low hill and sit on it, you would find the wind\nplaying over the tall grasses, making patterns and waves in them as the breeze\nscurried across the amber seed heads. Even when it was dry the wind kicked up\nlittle swirls of dust, animating the earth with little dancing whirlwinds that\nlasted a few moments before dying back into the ground.\nThere were remarkable similarities\nto our homes. And there were definitive differences.\nBut for the moment, we made it\nwork. I don't know how, but we did. The real question was how long we could\nkeep it up. Two days was nothing. A week was nothing. A month was nothing. After\nthat, all bets were off. Then again, after that I would be leaving.\nI was brought to the present by a\nsharp tug on my mane. She had entwined her fingers in it on either side of my\nneck and was leaning back, rocking her hips ecstatically as her eyes remained\nhalf-lidded. She was humming from deep in her throat, some ancient song from her\nlinage, passed along from mother to daughter.\nI would have chimed in with one of\nmy own, but I had a feeling that would have ruined the mood. My singing voice\nwas; well - awful.  I couldn't carry a\ntune worth a damn. So I just lay there, rocking in time to her movements and\nthinking what a lucky stallion I was.\nI can't say how long we were there,\nbut it had to be hours. The longer we went, the more absorbed I became in the\nwhole experience. When she finally came I wasn't even feeling it yet. So I was\ncontent to allow her to slump against my chest and nuzzle my fur. It was\namazing how the water supported our weight, making her seem no weightier than a\nfeather.\nI wrapped my arms around her and\npulled her close. She murmured something indecipherable and snuggled in closer.\nMind you, we were already pretty damn close. I was still inside after all. But\nfor the moment, I fought down my desire to bone her good and simply held her\ntight. She fell asleep for a little while but that didn't touch my ardor in the\nleast.\nI was thankful when she awoke. She\nsat up, blinked and stared me in the face. \"Oh, hello Johnnie.\"\n \"Hello yourself!\"\n\"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go out\non you.\"\n\"Why be sorry?\"\n\"Well, that was unmannerly of me.\"\n\"Unmannerly? I think that only with\nsomeone you could trust could you so readily fall so fast asleep. Therefore I\ntake it as a compliment.\"\nI think those were either the\nstupidest words I have ever uttered or the smartest. At the time I had no idea\nwhich it was going to be.\nShe looked like someone had stabbed\nher in the back. She was going to move away I think, but she recognized that\nshe was still anchored firmly to me.\nShe sighed again. \"I hate you.\"\n\"What?\"\n\"Oh, I don't mean it. I wanted\nsomething different in my life. You looked like you'd fit the bill. Only...\"\n\"Only?\"\n\"Only you have been fitting in too\nwell. And I don't mean that outrageous cock of yours. You know, if you ever\nwant my brethren here to feel inferior, whip it out sometime. They all think\nI'm crazy for hanging out with the likes of you.\"\n\"Maybe you are.\"\n\"Maybe I am. But so far, I wouldn't\ntrade the experience for anything.\"\n\"Are you sure of that?\"\n\"Yes. Even though I know it'll hurt\nsomething terrible when you leave, I intend to get every last bit of joy that I\ncan from you before you do.\"\n\"Then I guess all I can offer is a\nlittle more action to supplant all of the words.\"\n\"Supplant? See, you can use big\nwords too.\" \n\"Big? I think what I offer in\naction is bigger than any words I know.\"\nShe twisted up her mouth in a wry\ngrin before breaking out in a laugh. \"God I lo...like you Johnnie Greatstrides!\"\n\"I like you too Labana.\"\n\"Call me Yirba.\"\n\"Gladly.\"\nWe finished up the night churning\nthe waters into a frenzy of bubbles and eddies that fled the scene and\ndisappeared into the dark. I even allowed myself to be carried away from the\nrelative safety of the rear of the house I and into more open water. By the\ntime were finished I was exhausted. And I had to work in the morning.\nAt this rate she was going to kill\nme for sure. And if she didn't, the boss would certainly be happy to do the job\ninstead.\nThe next morning was a repeat of\nthe first. She was still asleep, I got dressed, and grandmother was sitting\nthere tending the fire. Before she could open her mouth I sat down.\n\"You learn quickly.\"\n\"That's better than the\nalternative, isn't it?\"\n\"It is. So again she sleeps. It is\nstrange that you are not the medicine I foresaw in her future.\"\n\"Medicine?\"\n\"Oh don't be coy. If you are\nplains, you know that sometimes what ails a body is what ails the mind. You are\njust what she needs.\"\n\"I guess so. She seems...smitten.\"\n\"Yes. But what of you?\"\n\"Me?\"\nShe looked at me with piercing eyes\nuntil I was squirming where I sat. She finally asked her question.\n\"What is in your heart?\"\n\"I don't know for certain.\" I\nthought she might get angry with me for being honest.\n\"It takes time.\"\n\"What does?\"\n\"Love.\"\n\"I can't love her!\"\n\"Oh shut up. Have you learned\nnothing in your travels? Love is boundless. Sex might have limitations, but not\naffairs of the heart. \"\n\"But if she loves me...\"\n\"Yes?\"\n\"I don't know. I mean, I like her a\nlot but love?\"\n\"It is something to consider. I\nknow you meant nothing by this encounter but to have fun. There is no shame in\nthat. But unlike any of her other suitors in the past, she has found comfort in\nyour soul.\"\n\"Other suitors?\"\n\"Yes. Did you think she was some\nsilly virgin waiting to give herself to the first male she met?\"\n\"Well no! But she didn't mention\nother suitors.\"\n\"I'm sure she did. She might not\nhave stressed it. She seeks more than a compatible mating partner. This\ndistresses some in the community. But there are plenty of females to calve and\nreplace the population.  Some souls need\nto have a perfect match or else they will shrivel and fade.\"\n\"So you think she needs me?\"\n\"I think you need each other. Given\ntime I think you will find yourselves to be the missing halves that you might\nnot even know you are lacking. Only by discovering what you each have to offer\nwill you find that of which you are devoid.\"\n\"You may be right. But that will\ntake time and time is something I do not have.\"\n\"We all have time youngster. What\nwe do all too often is waste it. Now get back in there and climb back into her\nbed.\"\n\"What? Hell no! As it is, my boss\nis likely to can me if I show up late.\"\n\"Boss? There's a funny thing about\nbosses. You do realize the simple fact that there are bosses over bosses.\"\n\"And your point is what exactly?\"\n\"Who do you think hired your\ncompany? We did. So your boss is our employee until such time as the job is\ncompleted. So, as you must see, I'm your boss's boss. And I say you stay here.\"\nShe grinned and added. \"Unless you\ndon't want to.\"\n\"Old mother, I would like nothing\nmore. But do you really think that it's advisable?\"\n\"I just advised you to do it. What\nmore urging do you need?\"\nI thought about it. Unless she was\nlying to me, then I had nothing to worry about. I did hate taking advantage of\nthe boss like this, but when you're pretty much told to not leave....by the\ngirl's grandmother... you tended to listen. I made my way back to her bed,\nclimbed in without waking her and curled up next to her.\nAnd fell back asleep.\nWhen I awaken a while later, Yirba\nwas perched up on her elbows, staring at me with loving eyes. She had a stiff\nbrush in her hand. I was a little thrown off by that, but I yawned and\nstretched even as I sank back into the pillows.\n\"Good morning!\"\nHer reply was very\nlighthearted.\"Waking up to you in bed makes it the best morning ever!\"\n\"Really?\"\n\"You'd better believe it!\"\nI leaned forward to look at the\nbrush in her hand. It was large enough for even my fingers to hold daintily,\nbut I had no artistic qualities whatsoever. \n\"Doing some painting?\"\nShe giggled. If you've never heard\nan orca giggle, then you're missing on a unique experience. She had done it\nseveral times over our brief time together, but this one was the most joyous I\nhad heard from her. She held up the brush, showing the black liquid on its\nfeathered tip.\n\"I was. I decided to teach you a\nlittle of my family history. You never know when it'll come in handy.\"\n\"Um, ok. I'm game. I think that you\nprobably have a great heritage.\"\n\"Oh I do. But it's no fun to share\nit unless you can share it with someone who'll be able to appreciate it.\"\n\"And you think I'll be able to do\nthat?\"\n\"I hope so. I made a little\ndemonstration for you.\"\n\"Is that so?\"\nFor an answer she pulled back the\nsheet, exposing my cock. Like almost any morning it was awake and standing to\nattention. Well, it was erect anyways. And on it were a series of symbols and\nimages, pictographs and such that wound their way from the base to the tip.\n\"Shit! You decorated my cock!\"\n\"Decorated? You make it sound like\na cake. I used it as a base for giving you my oral history.\"\nWhen she said oral, she really lit\nup. I fell back against the pillow with a laugh. \"You got me with that one!\"\n\"No really. I thought that maybe I\ncould give you a lesson and have a little fun at the same time.\"\nI sat up. \"You're the most\ninteresting person I've ever met, do you know that?\"\n\"Do you mean it?\"\n\"You had better believe it.\" \n\"Good! So let me start at the\nbeginning.\"\n\"Is that the base or the tip?\"\n\"The base. We all come from\nsomewhere after all. Every tree has roots.\"\n\"Are you calling my cock a tree?\"\n\"Yes. Now shut up.\"\nI obeyed. \n\"Here you see the images of the\nancestral whales. Legend has it that back then, they were strictly ocean\ngoing.\" Her fingers traced lightly around the shaft of my cock, making me\ngroan.\nHer fingers moved higher. \"And here\nis where it is said that they first evolved to leave the water.\" She grasped my\nshaft and gave it a squeeze before moving higher.\n\"My family group settled at this\nlocation a thousand or more years ago.  I\nam two hundred and fifty seventh in the maternal line.\"\nHer fingers traced more shapes.\n\"These represent the generations of females in this pod, going back so far it\nmakes even the best storytellers pause and think.\"\n\"And you know them all?\"\n\"I do!\"\n\"Can I ask a question? You may not\nlike it.\"\n\"You may ask anything. I may choose\nnot to answer it.\"\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\"Ask.\"\n\"Do you want your line to end with\nyou?\"\n\"Men are such idiots!\" But she\ndidn't sound upset.\n\"Agreed.\"\nShe smiled. \"I have two sisters\nJohnnie. I have nieces and nephews already. The line continues.\"\n\"But your grandmother never said...\"\n\"Said what?\"\n\"Oh nothing.\"\n\"I doubt it was nothing. She is\nvery wise. But if you think that I will be missing out on part of life by not\nbearing calves, then think again. I love children, but I do not wish to have\nthem. I wish to explore and be free of such commitments. I know that sounds\nharsh and selfish, but it is nothing more than the truth. Grandmother says that\nnot everyone is meant to be what others think they should be.\"\nIt struck me right in the heart for\nit sounded a lot like me. It was part of the reason I had moved on, away from\nthe village where I had grown up. Too many mares seemed to think that all there\nwas in life was settling down and having foals. That was ok, if that was really\nwhat you wanted. But as for me...\nI didn't know.\nI mean, yeah, you want to carry on\nyour family name, but did I really want colts? \nI sighed.\n\"What's the matter?\"\n\"Sorry Yirba. I was just thinking.\nAre you sure you don't want to have kids?\"\n\"With you?\" The amusement in her\nvoice was close to breaking through as a laugh.\n\"No! I know we can't. But that's\njust it. We can't have kids together. Are you alright with that?\"\n\"Let's see. Sex without\nrepercussions. No noisy interruptions in the middle of the night. A cock the\nsize of an eel. Yeah, I think I can live with that.\"\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\"Of course I'm not sure. Everything\nin life that I have ever been sure of has been wrong. So now I'm trying to live\na little. I figure if this doesn't work, what have we lost? A little time and\nmaybe a few sleepless nights. There could be worse things to suffer through.\" \nShe had some valid points. I was\nwilling to settle down, but on the other hand, I wanted to travel. That's why I\nwas here. And now, I was faced with settling down and I didn't know where to\ntake that. I mean, I wanted to, and yet; where would we live?\nShe could see the indecision in my\neyes. \n\"Johnnie, don't worry over it.\nRight now, let's just take it a day at a time. Heck, for all I know, I may get\nmy fill of you before it's time for you to leave.\"\n\"Haven't you already been filled up\nwith me?\" I asked humorously. \n\"Just a little. This is a new day!\"\n\"Room for more?\"\n\"You had better believe it!\"\nI was just a little torn. I knew I\nshould be at work, but if what the elder had told me was true, I didn't have\nanything to worry about. As it was, I was ready to nail her good. But then,\nthat was just my cock talking. Speaking of which, I got back to what we were\ndoing.\n\"So my dear little orca, where in\nthis story do you come in?\"\n\"Where? When coming to the present,\nthe subject in question is at the topmost branch. Thus, I am here.\"\nSo saying that, she slipped her\nmouth over the tip of my cock. Indeed, there had been an image there which I\ntook to be a modern version of her kind. But once her mouth was firmly planted,\nI forgot all about what she had told me. All I could think of was how I was\ngoing to be giving her a hot breakfast without the aid of a stove or oven.\nI'll spare you a whole lot of\ndetail on the rest of the morning. Needless to say, I forgot all about work. I\neven forgot about breakfast. By the time lunch rolled around, we had assumed\njust about every position possible. And I must tell you that using her fluke\nfor an anchoring point while positioned behind her and slamming away is\nterrific.\nBut I suppose you didn't want to\nhear that.\nWhat? You want to hear more? (sly\ngrin) Well, we'll see.\nGrandmother had a nice, if a bit rudimentary\nmeal ready for us when noon rolled around. The whole clan seemed to be gathered\nunder the roof, which made me feel quite slightly insecure. But I was\ncompletely surprised at the general reactions of the males in the group. I was\nexpecting to feel like an outsider, which I technically was. But apparently\nword of my seduction of Yirba, who to this point had been as difficult to pin\ndown as a fresh jellyfish, had circulated to all of her relatives near and far.\nApparently the only ones who were angry with me were the ones who had bet that\nshe would end up an old maid.\nBut then, nothing solid had been\nset. For all I knew we were still in the middle of a fling, and nothing much\nmore than that. I liked the girl, and she liked me, but I wasn't much of one\nfor the whole love at first sight fairy tale thing.\nBut I was beginning to catch faint glimmers\nof it.\nI was an aloof stallion. I wasn't\nsupposed to be head over hoof for any female, much less one completely outside\nof my species and tribe. But here I was, feeling pretty damn sure that was\nwhere I was headed. Grandmother must have had the second sight. Otherwise, I\nhad to think that she had somehow set us up. But even if the latter were true I\nfound it hard to be upset. I hadn't had this much fun in a long while.\nFrom the sounds of her cousins and\nother extended family members, apparently getting the affections of Yirba was\nas unlikely as me swimming from the coast clear across the ocean to the next\nlandmass. And here it was, apparently just what I had done. I didn't see it the\nsame way they did, but since it seemed to make me a hero of sorts, I went with\nit. I was only hoping I was able to maintain that status for a long enough\nperiod of time.\nHow long?\nI didn't really know.\nMy grandfather was full of wisdom\n(among other things) and had told me once that love would always find a way. I\nwas growing a little older, and therefore a little wiser, so what he had said\nwas beginning to make a little more sense. Love was something far deeper than\nthe mere appearances of those who happened to fall into its trap, but even then\nit was something far more insidious and wonderful than even his meager words had\nhinted at.\nWas I in love? I couldn't say. But\nI was willing to find out. I mean, I didn't want to get tangled in a commitment\nI couldn't keep, or for that matter, to tangle her in one she wasn't happy\nwith. I had every intention of heading back into the interior of the country\nwhen I was done here, and she had made it rather plain that she wouldn't travel\nfar from her beloved ocean.\nSo the meeting with all of her\nrelatives was pleasant enough, but laced with undertones that I didn't think\nwere wise to bring up in polite conversation. While I'm sure they knew of our\nactivities together, it didn't seem polite to mention them out loud. We had\nbeen loud enough as it is, so I'm pretty sure no one had any doubts as to the\nnature of our relationship.\nLeastwise, none of those living\nunder the same roof as her.\nOver the course of the next several\ndays I split my time between her and work. The boss pulled me aside my first\nday back and had a few words with me.\n\"Goddam it boy! What the hell is\ngoing on?\"\n\"Going on sir?\"\n\"Don't be coy. I need you on this\njob, so don't think I'm not grateful you're back, but who the hell are you\nscrewing?\"\n\"Screwing?\" I tried to put my best\nlook of surprise on my face.\n\"Cut the shit Greatstrides. I've\nbeen told two things recently. One was to let you come and go as you please.\nSecondly, I've been told that if we get the job done on time, the customer will\ngive everyone a bonus. So what the hell am I to make of that?\"\nI shrugged. \"That fate has somehow\nstepped in and maybe we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.\"\nThe boss twisted up his mouth and\nshook his head. \"You're a damn fool Johnnie, and I'm glad I'm not you. But\nwhatever it is you're doing, keep doing it until were done here. I can use the\nextra cash.\"\n\"You betcha boss. And by the way,\nit's not what I'm doing.\"\n\"No?'\n\"It's who I'm doing.\"\n\"Then boy, don't wear yourself out\ntoo terribly much. It ain't easy working two jobs at once.\"\n\"I'll pace myself, don't you\nworry.\"\nThe guys on the job, that is to say\nmy coworkers, evidently knew what was going on too.  I felt the need to explain myself but I just never\ndid. I think that none of them wanted to broach the subject and that was just\nfine with me.\nLabana started bringing my lunch\nvery day, which while nice, made me think a little that she was pretty damn\nserious about our relationship.\nNot that I wasn't, mind you, but if\nshe wouldn't leave her home here, then would I be willing to stay? I wasn't\ninto fishing at all and what else was there for a horse of my caliber?\nThat question preyed on my mind for\nthe next several weeks.\nAs did something else.\n\"Yirba?\" I asked her one evening as\nshe was once again going over her family history with me.\n\"Yes?\"\nI pointed to the still vivid\nsymbols embellishing my cock. \"How long before those disappear?\"\nHer grin was immense. \"Why? Don't\nyou like our story time together?\"\n\"I do. But I figured for as much\npolishing as you've done to my wood, all of that would have disappeared by\nnow.\"\n\"Sorry but no. I used India ink and\nit's indelible.\"\n\"Meaning what?\"\n\"Meaning its not going to fade any\ntime soon.\"\n\"But it will fade?\"\n\"Yep. If you use it on non-living\nthings it stays for good, but since your body is constantly renewing itself,\nit'll be gone in a few months.\"\n\"MONTHS!\"\n\"Oh relax. It isn't like it's a\ntattoo or anything. And besides, are you planning on whipping that thing out\nand showing anyone?\"\n\"No!\"\n\"Then it's all good, isn't it?\"\nAnd so the summer carried on, with\nthe cannery going up in record speed and our relationship growing stronger but\nincreasingly problematic.  I was no\nlonger staying at the hotel, having long abandoned that bed for one far more\ninviting.\nLabana (as I was still fond of\ncalling her) was soon the flower of her family clan. Whereas before she had\nbeen sulky and irritable, now she was more outgoing and jovial. I had failed to\nunderstand the depths of her depression, if that was the proper word for it.\nWhereas once she had forced herself into a rather terse confinement, now she\nwas open and willing to participate in many more family matters.\nGrandmother told me one morning\nduring our regular discussions, \"She is yours you know. You need only ask.\"\n\"Ask whom?\"\n\"Her of course.\"\n\"I would, but...\"\n\"But you know she can't part from\nthe ocean.\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"And you cannot be convinced to\nstay?\"\n\"There is nothing here for me.\" I\nheld up my hand to halt her imminent reply. \"Nothing but her. And while that\nshould be enough of a reason, in the end it just isn't.\"\n\"Yes, you are a child of the\nplains. That makes your needs a little different from hers. But there is\nnothing wrong with compromise.\"\n\"What's there to compromise?\"\n\"That will be between the two of\nyou. It is not for me or anyone else to interfere in your decisions.\"\n\"That's not a lot of help.\"\n\"It is more than you may realize\nyoung stallion.\"\nI decided she was correct. Whatever\nwas going to happen had to be worked out by the parties involved. The problem\nwas, as I saw it, was that we were both happy with the way things were at the\nmoment. Any changes to that were bound to disrupt the fine balance we had\nmanaged to achieve. Any alteration to our situation was very likely going to\nupset the apple cart. If you don't know what that means, it means that if we\nweren't careful, someone was going to get hurt.\nBut the fact remained that I simply\ncouldn't live the rest of my life just in this one place. Not even for her. So\nit was one evening after a particularly rabid sex-fest, we were laying there in\neach other's arms, enjoying a little respite between the acts. I hated to bring\nup the subject, but I knew I had to do it before the cannery job was completed.\n\"Yirba?\"\n\"Yes?\" was her quick response.\n\"Would you move to the plains with\nme?\"\nShe was silent for a while.\n\"Are you inviting me?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Then the answer is no. No one in\nmy family has ever managed to leave the proximity of the ocean for very long.\nNot even those inland lakes you have can compare to the comfort of salty water\non the skin. I appreciate the offer more than you can know, but the need to\nstay here is too great.\"\n\"And your answer is final?\"\n\"Johnnie, if you can move the ocean\nto your plains, then the answer is yes. But I know you understand how I feel.\nYou'd never be happy spending your days here, even if it was with me. We have\nour base natures to deal with.\"\n\"So that's it then?\"\n\"NO! We have whatever time that\nremains until you have to leave. Let's not waste it lamenting our fates.\"\n\"You seem pretty sure of that.\"\n\"Which part?\"\n\"I don't know. I thought you'd be\nupset.\"\n\"I am upset you ass! But I'm rather\nresigned to my circumstances.\"\n\"Well I'm not!\"\n\"Good for you. Have you found a way\nto circumvent it?\"\n\"No, but the hell if I'm going to\nlet go of you without a fight!\"\nShe pulled sharply away from me. I\nthought that perhaps I had angered her when I refused to accept defeat in the\nface of nearly insurmountable odds. There was no way I was going to let her\nstorm out on me now. I grabbed her tightly and refused to release my grip. She\njerked back, fighting with considerable force and will. I didn't want to hurt\nher, but I wasn't about to let go until we had talked this thing out.\nI thought that she'd never stop\nthrashing about. Finally however, panting from the exertion, she looked at me\nwith tears in her eyes.\n\"I believe you.\"\n\"What?\" The change in her manner\nwas enough to momentarily daze me.\n\"You didn't let go of me when I did\nput up a fight.  I really don't deserve\nyou, you know.\"\nSo that settled it. We were the\nstupidest, luckiest couple in the world. And here we were, not able to do\nanything more than what we had done over this summer. Yes, I was willing to\nstay, but I knew that given time I would end up being miserable. And the same\nwent for her. So what was it that we could do?\nThere wasn't much in our lives we\ncould compromise on.\nWe had a few more good times before\nI had to pull up stakes and leave. It was painful, but we each promised to\nwrite. And we did. I valued above gold each letter I received, and I wrote back\nin turn. But even this had to come to an end.\nI know, you think I'm an idiot. You\nthink that she was worth staying there. And she was. And I'm sure that if I\ncould have found a way to move the ocean closer to my home, she would have\nrelented and come to live with me. But I'm only one horse. I can't move such a\nhuge mass of water.\nBut I'm a wily one. Sometimes when\nyou can't change the world, you change the part you need to alter.\nAnd I did.\nWe stopped writing because we got\nmarried. Compromise can work wonders when applied correctly. \nThere were two weddings, because\nthere were two different sets of rules for us to follow. The first one was\nthere by the ocean, in front of her longhouse. It was a little unusual by my\nstandards, but I didn't complain. We all have our routines and our procedures passed\ndown by custom, and I was sure some of ours would be a little odd to them.\nMy family had heard so much about\nher that the village was overflowing with sightseers. To say she wowed them was\nan understatement. People still come around to see her. And she welcomes every\none of them. \nSo how did we make it work?\nI borrowed some construction\nequipment and dug a hole. It was a big hole and it was carved out of the living\nrock. And in it I had trucked thousands of gallons of sea water. I couldn't move\nthe entire ocean, but I could manage a little portion of it.\nAnd we still go back several times\na year to her place. We have her old room, and when we aren't there we're back\non the plains. And sometimes, when we're both feeling daring, we go somewhere else\nfor a little while. She found out that she can love the land as much as she\nloves the sea. And she loves me as much as I love her.\nAnd I still call her Labana, though\nonly in private. And she has a nickname for me too. No, it's not Crazy Horse.\nShe has one that is much more personal than that.\nYou see, when I thought that I\nwould never see her again, I went to a tattoo artist and had him make permanent\nher artful depictions on my cock. It was well worth the pain. So now, it's a permanent\nreminder of who she is and what I am to her.\nMy nickname is derived from this.\nShe called me it once and it stuck.\nIt mostly refers to my cock mind you, but she lovingly applies it to me from\ntime to time.\nShe refers to it as her little Scrotum Pole...\n\n"}