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*Dreams Can Come True *

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This story is a work of fiction. It contains descriptions of homosexual acts between a human male and an anthropomorphic male. Both parties are consenting. There is no cub porn in this story. If you are a minor, please do not read any further. You have been forewarned.

On a cold, windy grey November day, the birthday boy was lounging around in his bedroom of his mother's home. It was a very boring afternoon. All of his friends were busy doing other things on their own. Flipping through the channels on his TV, Arren sighed softly and closed his eyes for a moment.

A gust of wind blew against the window making a notable sound. Arren's eyes shot open in shock as he jumped off his bed and ran over to the window. He couldn't see anything, so he shrugged and flopped back down on his bed.

“It's my birthday, and I can't believe how lousy it is. Not even my mom is interested."

Just then, a knock came softly on his bedroom door. He looked to the door, and said “Yes,". There was no response. “Mom?" Arren waited for a few more seconds then huffed as he jumped off his bed, annoyed. As he approached the door, he thought that the knock was much softer than his mother's usual rhythmic tapping. He cracked the door open to see who it could be. His eyes met with a thick mass of light, tanned bronze muscle. His mouth started to open wide in awe at the partial sight. The door opened more to reveal a solid view of something muscular. Arren looked upward to be met with the warm expression of a horse.

“Happy birthday, master," the stallion/man exclaimed warmly. He smiled as much as his muzzle would allow and looked down from his near 8-foot tall height. His ears were lightly touching the ceiling of the hallway outside Arren's door.

Arren stared in pure awe and disbelief. He stammered, “Ch … Ch … Chester?"

The horse looked down and smiled broader, nodding softly. “May I come in?"

Arren moved aside and opened the door fully. Chester still had to slide in the doorway sideways and duck his head down for the human-sized door frame. Arren closed the door behind the stallion and simply stared. He was in shock that his role-playing character was physically standing in front of his eyes. He was even more incredible in real life than Arren had imagined he would be. Here was a living statue of god-like muscle.

Chester turned back and looked at Arren, then blushed a bit seeing that Arren was totally dumbfounded. “Are you ok, master?"

Arren shook his head, trying to get a grip on the situation. “I'm … sorry Chester. I never expected to actually meet you for real. Of course, I've dreamt of doing so, but now, I don't know what to say."

Chester smiled and knelt down careful of the cramped furniture in the bedroom. He gently pulled Arren to him and nuzzled his neck softly, blowing his warm breath gently against the human's skin. Arren felt the goosebumps form on his skin as he moaned softly, running his fingers through Chester's long, silky mane.

“There's no need to say anything, master. This is my gift to you. We can explore every fantasy you want to live out." Chester looked up as he noticed that Arren pulled back slightly. His shyness now taking hold.

Arren sat on his bed with a tear forming in his eye. Chester stood back up and looked down curiously at his master.

“Master …? Why are you crying? Are you not pleased to see me here?" Chester started to blush thinking that he had made a mistake by intruding on his creator's life.

“I … I … just don't feel like I could ever fulfill your needs, Chester. You are my dream mate. You are everything I could ever want in a partner. But … I don't deserve someone like you." Arren sobbed.

Chester wrapped his strong arms around Arren, gently holding his master's body close to his warm frame. He lowered his long muzzle and whispered, “It's your special day, master. It's my job, my honor, and my privilege to fulfill every one of your needs. That is all that I wish, and that is what I need to feel – that I can please you." Those strong fingers caressed Arren's back slowly, until the human stopped trembling and sobbing.

Arren took a deep breath and then looked up into the deep green eyes of his stallion creation. They both smiled and seemed to know what was to be done first. Chester stepped back and stood up. Arren stood up and smiled wider as he put his hands on Chester's thick striated pectorals. His hands brushed the fine soft horse hair coat with the natural lay of the hair, feeling the silky softness of the coat, and the sheer hardness of the muscle. Then he looked up and nodded at Chester. Chester hurr hurrred deeply and started rolling his shoulders forward. This action made his chest grow thicker, the definition grew deeper and the muscle became harder. Arren put the edge of his hand sideways in the growing chasm of Chester's pecs, between the thick slabs of muscle, which were growing thicker against his palm. Arren's other hand moved lower on Chester's upper body, caressing and tracing the cobblestones of the stallion's chiseled abs. Chester moaned softly at the worshipping attention, but kept flexing for his master. Arren moved his palm and pulled it free of Chester's chest, rubbing over the corrugated slabs of muscle. Chester looked down at his master's hands and rolled his chest muscles harder still, making the human moan soft at the sheer thickness and hardness of the muscle.

Chester reached his hand up gently and placed his hand over Arren's, guiding the man's hand slowly over the thick, huge expanse of muscle, striations growing deeper as the flex was held longer.

Arren looked up at the horse shyly, blushing deeply as his other hand continued tracing the stallion's muscular, chiseled abdominal wall, until Chester playfully flexed and made the deeply etched muscle grip the finger tip between the thick, strong muscle

“Chester, you are so perfect. I could worship your body all day."

“Well, that would be more than acceptable, master, if that is what you wish for. However, I think you want to explore more of my qualities than just the way my muscles look or feel."

“Arren looked back and blushed deeply, nodding softly as he moved his head up to Chester's massive chest. He kissed the huge nipples lovingly, tasting the sweet, clean stud musk from the stallion. He sucked gently at Chester's nipples one after the other, drawing a few soft moans from the huge stallion as well. Chester reached his powerful hand around to the back of Arren's head, keeping his mouth firmly attached to the erect nipple.

“How else can I use my body to make your dreams come true, master? Search your deepest and most erotic desires. I'll do anything, for you." Chester gently lowered his soft muzzle and lip nibbled Arren's neck affectionately. Arren moaned softly at this tender gesture.

“I'm sure you can do anything that I could imagine, too, stud." Arren looked up at Chester's eyes, then saw the stallion blush a little bit.

“Well, in all honesty, master, the strengths that you have given me do not hold completely true in your world. I'm much stronger in the world you have created. That doesn't mean that my strength is anywhere close to what is average here though. I feel very very strong, and with your encouragement, I can probably be strong enough to please you. That is my wish, at least, master. What is your wish now?" Chester looked down into his creator's eyes and saw a sparkle. He perked his ears forward, which made him look almost adorable. Indeed, he was utterly massive and muscular, but adorable at the same time because of the curious expression.

“I think I have a good starting place for you, my sexy stallion. What about everyone else? I don't know how acceptable it would be to go traipsing around the city with an 8-foot-tall muscular anthro stallion. It'd be a bit hard to explain."

“Not to worry, master. If you look outside now, when I arrived, apparently time is not really progressing, except for us. I'm not sure whether it will last as long as I remain with you, or whether I will be pulled back into the world I came from when time decides that we've had our time together. That's why I want to make this visit count for you. What is your first wish from me?"

Arren thought again and nodded slowly, once again ogling his strong stallion. “I'm sure my sexy stallion can lift a car. Why don't we start there?"

Chester grinned warmly and nodded. “That sounds like a fine place to begin, master. In fact, this will be a learning experience for both of us. I don't know how strong I really will be here in this world. Heck, you know that I don't even know how strong I really am in my own world."

Arren blushed a bit at that. Chester nickered softly and petted Arren on his shoulder gently. “It's alright, master. I enjoy acting out your strength fantasies. It's my purpose. I love everything you've given to me. Everything you've made me into. I'm here to show you just how much I love it. That's why I want to fulfill all of your fantasies, in person. Not just in fiction." Chester grinned and leaned his muzzle lower, lip-nibbling at Arren's neck affectionately. Arren shivered, and nearly fell over, but Chester quickly reacted to Arren's trembling knees, and caught his master in those strong arms.

The two creatures made their way to the exit of the apartment building and Arren took note that nothing was moving. There was total peace and quiet surrounding them. Cars were frozen in their motion. People were frozen. The strangest sight was possibly the birds frozen in motion in mid-flight, and the airplane high overhead that was also stayed in one place, until time released it. He looked over to his stallion companion, who was already surveying the parking lot for a car that he figured would be sizable enough to impress his master with a feat of strength. Chester was of course used to lifting amazing tonnages, but he wasn't completely sure how his strength would really fare in this world. He finally saw a large full size Dodge Ram King Cab 4x4. He nickered playfully and pointed over to it. Arren followed Chester's finger and nodded. “That would be quite impressive, my big stud pony."

“Pony hmmm?" Chester grinned coyly at his master's comment. “Let me show you what a pony can do." He hoped inside that he wasn't being too cocky about his physical abilities. That would soon be settled. He strode over to the full sized truck and stood at the front bumper. Normally any strongman would choose to lift from the back, because the rear end is suited for towing, and they are built stronger. Chester, however, wanted to really test himself to see if he could actually lift this vehicle from the front. Arren stepped back a cautious distance, but still close enough to hear every little grunt and groan from the big horse.

Chester looked down at the chrome and steel front bumper and bent forward, sliding his thick muscular forearms under the solid steel. His biceps rubbed against the sold steel, until finally the massive stallion grunted and flexed. Every muscle in his upper body writhed with impossible strength as the truck instantly shifted and lifted off the ground. Chester squealed with shock as he felt the truck lift in his arms. He hurrrrr hurrrrred as he felt its weight, then he looked over at Arren, who was standing with his jaw dropped wide open in awe at seeing someone just totally lift the truck off the ground.

“Oh my god, you're strong! I … can't believe you did that."

“Master is pleased? I'm actually pretty happy too, since this is fairly light for me, even here." Chester grinned playfully and slid his forearms back a little bit, dropping the bumper down to his mighty hands. The weight of the truck still registered in Chester's biceps, which were flexed into bulging rocks of pure power, but Arren hadn't seen anything yet.

With the truck bumper resting in his strong hands, Chester grunting softly and started to literally curl the front end of the massive truck slowly, steadily in his grip. Now those biceps flexed into shredded, veined balls of pure muscle. Chester let out a soft murrrrrrr and that sexy sound alone called Arren to come closer to worship the stallion's sheer strength.

Arren came over and stood next to his mighty steed. He reached up to Chester's mounded biceps. He felt the muscle bulge with the strength he used to curl the huge truck. Arren moved his mouth to the chestnut coat and kissed at the solid muscle, licking the veins that stretched the skin even tighter over the thick muscle. Chester looked down at his creator worshipping his muscle, and strength. He flexed harder and lifted the truck higher, before finally lowering it back down to the ground gently. The truck rested without even a shake as the stallion completely controlled the weight of the lift.

“My master is pleased then?"

“Chester, you are astounding. I can't believe your strength."

“You gave me the power, master. I'm here to fulfill all of your own fantasies. I know that you have quite a bit of strength in your body too. Would you like to show me?"

“I … couldn't compare with that, stud." Arren blushed and buried his head into Chester's mighty chest. Chester wrapped his arms gently around his master and comforted him.

“You don't have to compare with me, master. I would definitely love to see how strong you are. It would actually give me a little bit of an understanding of where my strength comes from too. I was created to fulfill deep fantasies you had for strength feats. If you can actually perform some feats of strength, then surely your fantasies would exceed what you can actually do. That's why I am able to lift so much in my world." Chester looked down at his master cuddling close, and smiled a warm innocent smile. He seemed genuinely interested in what Arren was capable of doing.

“It's been a long time since I've done anything really heavy." He looked up almost apologetically at Chester, but the stallion kept his genuine expression, ears perked in that cute fashion again. Arren looked around the parking lot and saw a small car close by. He walked over to the Toyota Corolla. Chester had followed slowly behind. His long silky tail swayed side to side behind as his unshod hooves made a soft clip clop sound on the pavement.

Arren looked back and finally felt really small compared to his massive stallion. He swallowed hard and tried not to think of it. Turning back to the car, he bent forward and fixed his hands against the underside of the pliable bumper skin, until he found a solid hand hold. He grunted and lifted with all of his strength. The back end of the car lifted higher, but the wheels refused to lift higher as the suspension travel kept the tires planted on the pavement. Arren grunted again and forced all of his strength to lift more. The rear wheels finally left the ground as the weight of the car was now supported by the human. Arren held the car for a few seconds. He heard the stallion whinny triumphantly in the air, unheard by anyone else. Arren then started to lower the car, but then it dropped with a gasp from the human, and bounced twice from the weight being returned to the ground.

Chester clapped with enthusiasm. “Master, that was quite impressive! You are a very strong human! No wonder you gave me such incredible strength. I'd have to be very very strong to fulfill your fantasies." Arren looked back, out of breath from the strength exertion, and blushed deeply at what Chester said. He came over to the tall, muscular equine/man creature and tried to wrap his trembling arms around Chester's chest, but he couldn't even reach all the way around. Chester nickered playfully and then began to spread his back slowly wider. Arren moaned softly as he felt the widening muscles spread his arms further apart. He buried his face into Chester's thick chest and licked at the soft horsehair coat. Without even thinking, Arren pressed his groin against Chester's muscular leg and started to grind his hips slowly.

“Master, I can tell that you're enjoying this moment. Would you like to follow your instincts and fulfill some of your other fantasies?" Chester pulled back his head a little to look down at the smaller human with a warm inviting look.

“I don't know if I can resist them much longer, but it's really hard to look past what my head is telling me."

“What is your head telling, you?"

“I just can't get past the conflict inside me. That I don't deserve to be with such an incredible, perfect creature." With that once again out in the open, Arren hung his head and literally buried it against Chester's chest. Chester gently cupped the back of Arren's head and pulled it away from his chest. That warm inviting expression that was previously painted across the stallion's muzzle had now turned into one of true affection. “No" was not an option in this scenario. This was exactly why Chester was here – at this moment. Although time was temporarily stopped, both of them knew that it wouldn't last forever. They just didn't know how long it would last. They were also both fairly sure that it would disappear without warning, just as it started – with nothing more than a breath of wind. Once the moment was over, Chester would be returned to his normal world, and Arren would go back to his life. Neither one of them would be the same again, though.

Without a further word, Chester reached around Arren and lifted him gently in his muscular arms, and then started to trot back up to the apartment. Once back inside, Chester looked at his master lovingly again and set him down on his feet. Chester kneeled gently at Arren's side, and nuzzled at his master's neck affectionately. This time, Arren shivered slightly at the tickling whiskers at the end of Chester's muzzle. Aside from that, Arren still seemed hesitant. Chester looked up at his master to see if he could get through that long-built up wall of protection that surrounded his master.

“Master, you may not know this, but it is actually my dream come true – this meeting. Every anthro privately dreams of meeting his or her creator, to directly fulfill every fantasy they were created for. Very few of us actually ever get to meet our creators before it's too late. I know you're nervous, and shy and I feel that you think you are not deserving of this gift. I just wanted you to know, master, that it is my dream come true as well – to please you the way I was originally created to do." Chester's eyes teared up slightly as he spoke from his heart, honestly, almost pleading for Arren to let him fulfill all of his master's fantasies.

Arren listened quietly. The words hit him hard enough to break down that impervious wall of protection that he had hidden behind for decades. He threw his arms around his mighty stallion and held him close. Both of them nuzzled warmly at their necks. Chester wriggled his soft lips against Arren's skin. Arren chuckled and stroked Chester's silky mane slowly.

“I honestly never thought about it that way before, Chester. It seems to make good sense. And it's true that I've had fantasies about you for so long. This is probably the only chance I'll ever have to be with you actually here." Almost absently, Arren started to pull at Chester's tee-shirt gently. Chester gave a soft nicker and broke from their close embrace. His eyes lit up like diamonds and he then gave a playful squeal.

“I know what I need to do for master. Just sit back and enjoy." Chester spoke with surprising enthusiasm, and Arren just sat on the edge of his bed, not knowing what was going through his mighty stallion's mind, but he was sure that Chester knew what he fantasized about.

Chester stood back up and looked at his master, ears perked straight forward. He started to flare his wide lats outward slowly. Those perfectly sculpted shoulder muscles capped the thickness of his mighty upper arms majestically, and accented just how wide Chester's body truly was. He easily blocked the door frame in Arren's room, but Arren's eyes were fixed entirely on the growing display of horse muscle before him. His mouth opened slowly, breathing became slow and shallow as he took in the scene that Chester was starting to present.

Chester kept spreading his lats out almost like they didn't have a maximum width, but then the stallion expertly flexed his thick back muscles. They bulged thicker and harder, with that same nearly impossible width that Chester unfurled. The shirt, however, was no match for the iron-hard muscle. The fabric ripped open revealing the muscle beneath at the seams. Chester gave a soft sexy nicker and grinned as he also focused on his master's reaction.

Arren's mouth dropped open slightly wider as he let out a soft gasp of awe after he heard the fabric start to tear apart.

“Don't worry, master. There's more of that sound to come very soon. Feel free to enjoy the display. This is for you, master." Chester gave a playful snort and lifted his arms up to the side. Even without flexing his biceps, the muscles bulged obscenely, stretching the tee-shirt sleeves almost to the ripping point. Chester reached up to each sleeve and pulled them down as far along his arms as he could, then started to curl both arms inward. The muscles began to bulge up into the hardest mounds of shredded muscle Arren had ever imagined, let alone seen with his eyes. Veins thicker than markers stretched the fabric even more tightly on the sleeves. Suddenly, at only half flex, the fabric of the shirt simply shredded into tatters over the still-growing mass of pure muscle. Chester licked his lips and hurrrrr hurrrred soft and deep as he looked briefly at the muscles on his arms. While Chester's focus left his master, Arren reached down into his own pants and began to stroke his growing arousal. Chester turned back and gave a warm smile seeing that his master was indeed beginning to enjoy the display. Chester twisted his wrist slightly and made the split head of biceps muscle show through even more clearly, holding the pose for his master's enjoyment.

“Gods, Chester, you really know how to put on a good show." Arren blushed deeply, he was apparently not even aware that he was stroking his member in his pants.

“You can put on a good show yourself, master. Would you allow me to have the honour?" Chester spoke the words clearly, but Arren looked as though he was speaking a foreign language. Finally, Chester's eyes motioned down to Arren's pants, and that was when Arren finally realized that he was stroking his erection. Chester stopped flexing and kneeled down in front of his master, giving soft tender nickers and looking up for permission.

“May I have the honour, master?" Arren heard the words this time, and finally understood. Once again, he blushed at the reality of the situation. Here was a stallion asking to satisfy a simple man. Nevertheless, Arren pulled his hand from his pants slowly. Chester sniffed at his master's hand and lifted his head high showing the familiar Flehmen response that stallions are known for. Arren chuckled and tried to give a hurrrrrr hurrrrrrr of his own.

Chester's ears perked to that attempt of making a sexy horse sound, and grinned warmly at the effort his master was making at communicating with him on a deeper level. Chester, however, was indeed intent on taking his master's erection. He reached down and pulled the track pants down far enough to reveal his master's underwear. Arren trembled slightly, but only because of the anticipation. Chester saw the tent in his master's underwear and then gently lifted the waist band over the shaft, pulling it down to reveal the full orbs as well.

“Master, it is beautiful." Chester said simply as he licked his lips slowly. He lowered that long muzzle down and nuzzled the heavy orbs with the soft puffs of warm breath from his nostrils. Arren shivered at the sensual treatment from the powerful stallion. Chester noticed the shiver and then slowly ran his soft muzzle up along the throbbing length that his master possessed.

“It's no …" Chester reached up a finger and gently hushed his master before he said something self-deprecating.

“Just let me enjoy this, master. I promise that you will also enjoy it." Without a further word, Chester lowered his muzzle down to his master's thick mushroom head. Chester's soft velvety lips wrapped around the head tightly. Instantly, Arren felt the pressure and the eager suction from his stallion creation. This was just the beginning, but Arren felt like he was going to cum already. Chester expertly relaxed his muzzle and slid further down his master's length slowly. The stallion used his strong thick tongue to press at the underside of the erection as he slid further down the length. Indeed, Chester's muzzle was longer than Arren's length, but that wasn't the real focus of the pleasure. Chester's muzzle was certainly one of the most talented and eager muzzles around.

Chester started to pull back slightly, using the pressure from his tongue to milk at his master's shaft. He was treated to a steady flow of sweet precum which he lapped up eagerly. Arren leaned back, unable to truly support himself from the intense pleasure he was being given. He moaned out loud, feeling the warm muzzle, the strong eager tongue and the determined suckling from his stallion.

Chester dove down fully taking the length deep in his muzzle, and sucked eagerly, then pulled back slowly along the length. He swore his master actually grew inside his muzzle with this experience. His eyes closed as he was feeding eagerly on the sweet pre from his master. Diving back down fully on his master's length, his nostrils nuzzled against the heavy orbs. He quickly noticed that they pulled tight up to his master's body, and he knew that was it. He'd gone too far and there was no turning back. He blushed that he'd been too eager for this moment, but he needed to hide the modest disappointment because he wasn't disappointed with his master's stamina; rather he was disappointed that he didn't have enough self-control to heighten his master's orgasm even further.

Lost in the moment, Arren let out a gasp at being brought so quickly over the edge. He bucked his hips and then unleashed several long thick ropes of seed into his stallion's eager muzzle. Chester took every last drop happily, and waited for his master's pulsing shaft to stop sending his precious gift into the warm muzzle before he pulled back slowly, licking his master's softening length clean.

“Stamina, thy name is definitely NOT Arren." He indeed seemed to be disappointed in his own performance. Chester quickly shook his head and looked up, licking his lips happily.

“Master, that was wonderful. It was everything I dreamed of, and more. You are very potent, actually. There are many furs who aren't nearly as potent as you." Chester nickered and looked right into Arren's eyes showing how sincere he was.

“R … really? Well, to be honest, that was easily the best orgasm I've ever had. Thanks to you, my sexy stallion."

“Let's see how many other fantasies we can satisfy for each other, shall we?"

“I know one fantasy that I've had for a long long time, Chester. I'll bet you can guess what I'm talking about." With that said, Arren's hand reached down to Chester's shorts and cupped the growing bulge in the stallion's shorts, eliciting a soft deep moan from the big equine. Arren leaned up and licked once again at the thick chest muscles on his stallion.

“Well, master, what are we going to do about these shorts that are in the way? Would you like to take care of them, or shall I?" Arren's eyes lit up at the notion of how Chester would reveal the object of his desires inside the shorts. He simply nodded and mouthed the words “do it". Chester nickered softly and nodded back, seeming to understand. He stood up and gently swished his tail side to side.

Chester carefully straightened his shorts over the thick mass of his legs. Then he looked back at his eager master, who was literally licking his lips hungrily. Chester once again softly nickered and then planted his hoof firmly on the floor, flexing his quad muscles hard. The muscles shredded with anatomy-chart definition, muscles so clearly etched and defined, with thick veins stretching the super tight skin even tighter. The fabric of the jeans shorts stretched tightly as well. As the muscles continued to bulge thicker, the fabric simply tore in tatters. Chester continued to flex hard and watched as his shorts ripped clean off his body.

Arren watched and gasped at the display of muscle on the mighty stallion of his dreams. Then, once the shorts shredded and tore off the equine's body, the long thick tube of a growing erection was revealed. Chester moaned soft and deep as he felt the cooler air kiss his growing length. He looked down at the member now revealed, and then over at his master. Arren's mouth was dropped wide open at the sight.

“Is it everything you imagined, master?"

Arren couldn't take his eyes off the thick shaft as it slowly grew in length. “Chester, it's more than I could have dreamed of. It's gorgeous." Chester now blushed at the words from his master. He stepped forward toward Arren. Arren reached out and fondled the huge heavy orbs below the stallion's sheath. Chester hurrrrrrrr hurrrrrrrred soft and deep at the feeling of the hands cupping his balls. He tried desperately to hold back flexing his abs and slapping the thickening length against his chiseled upper body.

Arren lingered on the heavy balls, but then slowly let his hands both roam up the still growing length. Chester's sizable member was nearly at his chest level, but not yet flared. Arren spread his fingers around the thick member and could barely contain the girth in both hands. He gasped in awe and pure lust at the sight.

“Gods, what a stallion!"

Chester once again nickered and blushed at the comment. He couldn't hold back his own growing lust any longer, and he flexed his ripped abs tightly. This made his heavy length lift and slap audibly at the muscles of his abs and chest. Arren moaned out loud and gripped the now-hard shaft tightly. Even with both hands, Arren could hardly even squeeze the thick hard length. Chester's erection was surprisingly hard already. Arren began to question whether he'd be able to do what he truly wanted to do with his stallion creation.

“I'm not so sure that I'll be able to take you, Chester. You're so … huge" Arren gripped the hard length firmly and stroked it, eliciting a low deep moan from the aroused stallion.

“Master, I think I might have to take care of the first one myself. But I still need your help, and I think this will still be just as sexy for both of us." Chester reached his own strong hands down to the pulsing length he possessed, and gripped it with a strong grip, stroking his member as well, but he stood back up and turned around, showing Arren that muscular, ripped rump and tail. Arren watched as Chester slowly flexed the muscled rump. Lines of striations ripped through the iron hard mass of sinew. Arren gawked lustfully and reached down to his once-again rock hard erection, stroking his length slowly. Chester looked back over his broad shoulders and nickered softly.

“I see that you like the view, master. I like what I see as well. It makes me very happy to see that you're aroused again with the view. Master; please take me." Chester slowly backed up closer to his master's erection.

Arren watched as that muscular tail came closer. He pressed his hard erection firmly against the strong muscled rump. Chester hurrrrrr hurrrrrred soft and deep, squeezing the tight muscles ever so carefully against the pulsing shaft of his master. Arren reached around the well-built stallion's waist and gave a soft grunt, aiming his shaft and then thrusting with one powerful hip thrust. Chester gasped as he felt Arren's thick member actually spread his tight tail hole a little wider. Indeed Chester could accept some impressive thick members, but his tail hole was very strong and also tight. Arren's thickness stretched the mighty equine's ring. Then the inner muscles gripped the erection and literally pulled and coaxed Arren further inside. Arren moaned out deeply as he felt the warmth of the stallion's tunnel surround his shaft. Arren's hands roamed and stroked over the chiseled abs on Chester's front. The large stallion murrrred deeply at feeling his master bury himself deep inside him.

Arren's hands stroked the hard abs and felt the firm length that the stallion possessed actually pressing firmly against the front of his body. Arren managed to angle his body so that he could see around Chester's narrow hips. He was treated to the sight he'd always dreamt of. Chester was leaning forward, ever so slightly, arching that thick neck and accenting the muscles there. The throbbing horse cock was starting to flare now. Chester's thick soft velvety lips wrapped around that growing thick flare and began suckling eagerly on the erection. Chester's neck arched a bit more and he took even more of his own length deeper in his warm muzzle. Arren shuddered as he suddenly remembered how that inviting muzzle felt around his own member. With that, he bucked his hips and thrusts deep inside his stallion, drawing a moan from Chester as he sucked hungrily on his own length.

Arren's hands continued to knead at the shredded abs, but then started to grip the throbbing cock and stroke as much of it as he could. Chester bucked his own hips lightly, making his powerful rump muscles flex and squeeze a bit harder on his master's erection. Arren gasped and then bucked hard again. The rhythm started. He stroked Chester's length. Chester bucked, and clenched his master's erection again. Both of them were breathing more shallow as their combined lust grew. Arren pumped his hips and then grunted and buried his length deep inside Chester's tailhole. He tried desperately to hold off his release, but that talented muscular rump had worked his length so perfectly, it was impossible to hold back any longer. He unleashed another very sizable orgasm deep inside Chester's eager tail hole. Chester's ring clenched tightly around the pulsing human cock, signaling that he was about to cum himself.

Arren's attention suddenly shifted from his own mind-blowing orgasm to watching his amazing stallion release. Chester's cheeks bulged out thickly with the first wave of thick seed. His long shaft bulged in clear waves of thick cream. His lips tightened eagerly around that thick horse cock, not wanting to let a drop go to waste. The bulging Adam's apple in the stallion's throat showed just how much he was swallowing of his own thick seed. Arren licked his lips as he desperately wanted to taste his stallion's cream.

After his own erection finally softened and fell from the tight muscled rump, Arren went around front and kneeled down, stroking the still-cumming stallion's length. Chester gripped the erection tightly and managed to stop the slowing flood of thick seed. He saw his master's eagerness and thought this was the best way to let him get used to it.

He pulled off slowly, licking his lips and then nickering softly. “Master, I can see that you really want this. I hope you're ready. Perhaps we should go to the bathroom. You can stand in the bathtub. That way, there won't be so much to clean up." Chester stood slowly and went to the bathroom near the bedroom where they were. Arren quickly stepped into the tub and waited for the experience he'd dreamed of for so long.

Chester slowly released his strong grip on his still rock hard shaft. The flare once again bulged and a gush of thick sweet horse cum erupted from the thick member. Almost immediately, Arren's chest and stomach were coated with the first eruption of thick seed. He giggled at the thick blast and then moaned at the intense warmth and the sweet scent of the thick cum. He reached up to his chest and trailed his hand through the coating of sweet cum. Then he tasted it for the first time. His knees shuddered as he was nearly overcome with the intense taste.

Chester, however, was just beginning. He bucked his hips and unleashed several more torrents of thick seed. Within minutes, half the tub was already full of thick cum. Arren looked down and moaned at how productive the mighty stallion truly was, even in this world. Arren couldn't help himself though. He reached to the massive stallion's length and aimed the next potent wave of thick seed straight at his mouth. He managed to pull the flood away from his mouth before he choked on the sheer amount that was still coming from the flared head.

“Gods, Chester! How much can you cum?!" The tub was nearly full already. What made it even more astounding was that the tub was not plugged with the stopper. The seed was so thick that it didn't go down the drain.

“Master, I could probably fill this tub many times over I'm sure. I have to stop the orgasm though." Chester took his shaft back in his muzzle and drank down the rest of his astounding orgasm until his length began to soften and retreat back into that gorgeous sheath. He blushed a bit as he looked at the thick seed still filling the tub. Arren simply chuckled and moaned, his head swam in the scent of the sweet cum. As he stepped out of the bathtub, he knelt at the side and dipped his hand in to the thick seed, taking a scoop and lapping at it in his palm. After he finished that sample, he moaned out softly, blushing a little bit as he looked up at the chestnut stallion. The tub was slowly draining finally, but Arren eventually stood up, then looked down at the slowly retreating length. Arren looked back up at Chester, who looked back with uncertainty. Without a word, Arren reached down to the softened member and lifted it up to his mouth, licking the blunt head and tasting the rest of Chester's seed. He licked his lips happily as Chester's member finally disappeared back into his sheath.

Still quite thoroughly coated with the thick white mess, Arren pressed his body against Chester's. He felt the stallion's warmth, his body, the soft coat of horse hair and indeed the sheer strength in the muscles. The thick seed coated both of them together now that they were pressed closely. Chester put his arms around his master. Arren spread his arms as far around his stallion as he could, rubbing the muscles of his back tenderly as they both settled down again after such a tremendously passionate exchange.

“You are definitely a dream come true, Chester. I have something that I think we can both have some fun with. The idea just popped into my head this instant." With that curious notion planted in the big stallion's brain, Chester's ears perked straight up and he listened intently.

Without even hearing the answer to the question, Arren pulled back reluctantly from the warm embrace, and went through the door to the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with a small basket of bright shiny apples. He held the basket up and showed Chester, whose nose flared at the sweet aroma from the fresh apples. The huge stallion slowly licked his lips and nodded, making that long mane bob enthusiastically against his muscular neck. Then Chester gave that deep sexy hurrrrrrrr hurrrrrrrrr sound at the thought of getting some tasty treats.

“We can share some apples. Surely you must be hungry. It's been hours since we've been together. Well, I'm guessing at that of course. The clocks haven't budged since we've been together." Arren took a nice big shiny red apple in his hand and held it there for Chester. Chester leaned his muzzle over and took half of the apple between his blunt front teeth and bit down with a crisp crunch. The juice flowed down the apple skin and dripped to Chester's lip, but he quickly bit half the apple and started to chew quietly. Arren took a bite from the other half and looked up at his mighty stallion enjoying his half. They both munched dreamily looking at each other. Arren held the rest of the apple up and Chester took it gently in his mouth, chewing slowly and smacking his big soft lips at the sweet flavour.

“That was one tremendously delicious apple, master. I see you have some more. Shall we share another? Or would you like some apple juice?" Chester grinned playfully at the question, and Arren's lips slowly curled into a grin as he began to nod.

“Oh Chester, I think that's a wonderful idea. Let's have some apple juice."

Chester looked over the wide assortment of brightly coloured apples in the basket and chose a large Gala apple. “These apples are very sweet, and juicy, master. This large one should make some good apple juice."

Chester took the apple from the basket and lifted his right arm to the side, near Arren's face. He placed the large red apple on his arm where it bends at the elbow, right at the lower edge of his already thickly-bulging biceps muscle. Arren licked his lips slowly as Chester chuckled and nodded slightly in anticipation. “Here we go, master. I hope you're thirsty. This should make a lot of juice."

Chester held the apple in place with his index finger while he curled his arm inward flexing his biceps muscle. The sinews rolled smoothly under the tight skin, creasing with more and more definition as the thick veins stretched the skin tighter still with every inch of growth from the solid muscle mass. Arren let out a lustful moan as he watched the apple squeeze against that godly muscle mass. Chester nickered softly as he felt the pressure in his elbow build up until finally he squeezed harder and made his biceps rise fully, crushing the apple between his forearm and biceps. The skin of the apple cracked and split apart in many places sending trickles of sweet apple juice rolling down against Chester's muscled arm. Arren quickly leaned forward and grasped Chester's arm, putting his lips to the sweet nectar dripping against the muscles. Rivers of juice and vascularity coated the stallion's muscles as Arren's deft tongue licked and lapped up the sweet juice as much as he could. Chester, too, leaned his muzzle over and joined Arren lapping up some of the sweet juice against his biceps. The two shared each other's breath for the first time as Chester's nostrils flared slightly, blowing a quick warm puff of breath against Arren's nose. The breath was returned thankfully. Chunks of sweet apple fell from Chester's arm now, and the two shared the rest of the half-crushed apple.

Chester and Arren embraced for several uncounted moments, bathing in each other's warmth and tenderness. Arren once again let his tears flow openly as he didn't want to let his stallion go. Chester, too, felt that their time was growing short together. He arched his muscular neck down and nuzzled his master's naked back affectionately. His muzzle whiskers slightly tickled Arren's bare skin. Arren's hands roamed over Chester's massive back, stroking that soft horse hair coat with his fingers. Chester once again flared his back slowly to accentuate the width for his master's pleasure. Neither male spoke a word. Their tender gestures said all that needed to be said.

“Master, could you get me some water? I'm a bit thirsty still. Do you have a big bowl or a bucket or something? I can't really drink from a normal glass or mug, of course." They both reluctantly ended their tender embrace as Chester finally broke the long silence. Arren nodded and went to the kitchen to fetch some water for them both. He was feeling thirsty again too. When he returned to the room, Chester was gone. Only his sweet scent faintly held in the air but it was quickly replaced with the normal smell of the room. Arren looked down in his hand at the bowl of water. He saw his reflection in the still of the water. It was clearly his reflection, but it didn't look the same. Something was different, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. A teardrop fell into the water then, rippling the surface of the water and then Arren put the water on his desk. He sat softly on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands, sobbing quietly.

“It can't be over. So soon. Now … what? How do I follow that?" Arren stood up and walked over to the window. The world indeed was back to normal. It was as if it had never stopped. He closed his eyes and imagined what it was like having that big soft tender nose nuzzling at his skin again. The memory brought the goosebumps back up on his arms. He took a slow hesitant, shaky breath and tried not to cry.

At the same time, Chester had blinked. One moment, he was in his master's bedroom waiting for some water; the next, he was back on his farm. The gentle breeze blew through his mane. He looked up at the sky and nickered softly. Then he looked down and sighed to himself.

“I just met … my creator." He trotted back inside and called a few of his good friends. Within an hour, Maiden and Toqeira arrived at the farm. The massive blue sabrewolf stepped out of his car and was joined by the huge bright orange tiger hybrid. They both stretched out and made their way to the back door of the farm house. Chet opened the door and welcomed them in. He poured some water for them all and gave a rather curious nicker. Both Maiden and Toq looked at their friend wondering what the problem was.

“Guys, I know it sounds really weird, but … I … I just met my creator. For real." Chester's eyes were wide with excitement. His ears were perked straight up as he waited breathlessly for their reaction. When there was no reaction for several moments, his excitement lessened. In fact, he felt a little bit foolish for getting so excited about that news.

“Chet, wait a second. You … You met your maker?" Both friends said the same thing simultaneously, with a dash of incredulity in their voices. Neither of them laughed, or even showed the faintest hint that they were trying to make fun of the smaller stallion.

“I met my creator, yes. It was … the best experience of my life." His lips curled into a shy grin as he once again nickered softly at the fond memories of the time spent together flooded his mind.

“Forgive us, Chet. We're just a bit shocked, is all. I mean, you don't hear this sort of thing every day. What happened?" Maiden spoke for both friends this time. He couldn't help but have a toothy grin after asking this question, but Chester was used to it by now.

“I don't know how it happened. I mean, one second, I'm here on the farm. The next moment, I'm standing in a dark hallway, facing a closed door. I knocked, and there he was … my creator. My master." Chester paused to once again feel how that phrase tasted in his muzzle. It was a little different now that he was back in his normal surroundings. It didn't feel quite right for him to say master now.

“I won't really go into the details of what we did. Needless to say that I learned a lot from the meeting. I learned what my creator can do. It helped me to understand a few things about why he made me the way I am. I know why I'm a stallion. And I know …" Chester paused again as he blushed a bit about what he was going to say openly.

Both tiger and sabrewolf leaned forward eager to hear the rest of the sentence. Toq piped up and asked, “You know … what, Chet?"

“I didn't want to say this. I know why I'm a stallion, and I know why I'm so strong." Chet let out a long deep sigh as if a massive weight was off his chest finally.

“We've always known you were strong. I guess no one really ever questioned why you were strong. You are a horse, after all. They're very strong, right? It's only natural that you are really strong. So I'm not sure what you mean that it makes more sense about why you're strong, Chet."

“Granted, horses are really strong, and yes, I'm a horse. But guys, … I'm really really strong. I've always held back from showing a lot of my strength, you know."

Both friends looked at each other slowly and they grinned openly with a soft slow nod. Chester, however, saw that reaction and thought that they didn't believe what he was saying. He thought they didn't think he was holding back. He snorted softly and walked out the back door of the kitchen making his way to the barn nearby. He grunted and picked up the heavy iron anvil, carrying it back and setting it down on the new deck outside the house. Both Maiden and Toqeira went out to the deck and noticed the heavy anvil. They both looked at Chet curiously.

“What are you doing with that anvil, now, Chet?"

“I've realized that I know what my purpose is now. I met my maker. I know that my purpose is to fulfill his deepest fantasies. And that's why I'm so strong. I'm not going to hold back my strength as much from now on. It starts now." With his eyes set on the anvil with deep focus, he didn't notice his friend's reaction to what he was saying. They both just stared with anticipation; neither of them were sure of what Chet was going to do with that anvil.

Chet put his right hand firmly clasping the thick iron horn of the anvil. His fingers tightened against the solid metal. The iron cables of his forearm muscles leaped to attention, surrounded by thick and thin veins stretching the tight skin over the muscles that were fighting for space on that arm. He grunted soft and deep, forcing the strength against the iron. His triceps bulged out to a thickness that neither of the friends had ever seen on the stallion. He was indeed showing more strength than they ever saw. Neither of them doubted that he was powerful, nor that he was always holding back before. Both of them, however, let their jaws drop open as they saw that massive arm bulge with brutal strength. Chet's strong fingers compressed the solid metal slightly making indents where his fingers squeezed against the iron horn. Minutes passed slowly, but Chet's breathing was growing deeper and quicker. He was grunting and snorting with the effort, but still nothing seemed to be happening. Chet grunted deeper still and flexed his triceps harder. It became an absolutely shredded mass of diamond-hard muscle and veins now. He pinned his ears back flat against his head showing that he was determined. The iron horn suddenly creaked. Chet's ears perked to the sound. Maiden and Toqeira's ears perked, too. They both let their jaws drop open even more. Maiden watched eagerly and licked his lips slowly with the display of brutal strength in front of him. Chet groaned and flexed his chest thick and hard, pressing down at the anvil horn. It bent further. Then he grunted and snorted defiantly and made the horn bend further down. The mighty stallion was ripping the solid iron horn off the anvil. In the next few minutes, the iron had torn clean off the anvil base. Chester stood there coated with a sheen of sweat from the monumental effort, holding the horn in his right hand, breathing quickly and almost vibrating with the feeling of so much strength.

“Y … You just ripped a solid iron anvil apart with one hand, Chet!" Maiden came over and licked at Chet's absolutely ripped shoulder muscles. His paw gripped at Chester's swollen biceps muscles. Toq, meanwhile, came over to Chet's other side and stroked affectionately at the thick slabs of chest muscle, nuzzling at Chet's muscular neck. Both of them were highly aroused by the display and they pressed their endowments eagerly against the mighty stallion's thighs. He felt the sizable bulges against his body and gave a deep sexy hurrrrr hurrrrrrr. Suddenly, the massive tiger started to purr against Chester's body. He moaned out softly and nipped playfully at Toq's neck.

“Whoa, I … I didn't know you guys really liked watching strength this much. You flatter me with such a reaction." Chet blushed as he spoke. It did indeed surprise him that his two friends were that aroused by his display.

“You can show us as much of your strength as you want to, Chet. I have to ask though … Were you still … holding back?" Maiden looked into Chet's eyes as the smaller stallion quickly was able to catch his breath. Chet gave a shy little grin.

“Actually, as silly and unbelievable as it sounds, I was still holding back. My creator, you see, is also a very strong fellow. He lifted a car when I was with him. He gave me this strength so that I can act out fantasies that he has. Now that I know this, I … I shouldn't be ashamed of showing the strength that I have. Of course, I will only show it to those who will also enjoy it. You guys, I can see, are included in that list. I'm sure there are plenty of others who will not enjoy seeing this much strength though. It's probably best that I just use it when the need arises. I can't see ever doing such a thing just because someone asks me to show off."

The three friends nodded to each other, standing in the back yard of the farm. The gentle breeze blew steadily through the trees in the afternoon, bringing only comfort.