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This was meant to be just a quick piece of smut to experiment with first person perspective, but I kinda got carried away...

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I spotted the smoke drifting from cook-fires before spotting the large encampment. Even though I wasn't sure how I'd be received, it would be good to see somebody after trudging across the fields for the better part of the day. I picked up the pace, giving my donkey a tug on it's lead. The beast was too encumbered to bear me as well, having been loaded with the gifts I would present to the horse people – simple tools, some wax, honey, and rolls of leather. My father had hoped the leather would be well received, since the nomadic horse-people didn't hunt or raise cattle, keeping only some sheep for the wool and milk.

I hoped for my sake they would appreciate the gifts and the negotiations would end well. I was the second of three sons and was aware my father was disappointed in me. My older brother had always been bigger than me and it didn't bother me when he'd grown into a big, strong man, much like our father. But when my younger brother, born two years after me, began to outstrip me I began to dismay. Carl was still a child but was taller and broader in the shoulders than me, and I was slowly approaching adulthood. Although my body still remained slim and boyish, my face delicate and hairless beneath a mop of shortly cropped black curls.

It was even worse when I overheard my parents talking about finding a suitable wife for my younger brother, apparently glossing over their second son. I was attracted to women, even tried to approach a few only to be told to “come back when I grew into a man" but I'd secretly found myself just as attracted to some of the young men in the village. Since such a thing was unheard of in our settlement, I kept those urges a secret and restricted my fond glances to females.

When I approached their camp I was met by a pair of guards, and found it difficult not to stare. The two-legged equines stood taller than anyone I'd ever seen, their powerful builds obvious since the loincloths they wore covered very little of their muscular bodies. Looking up at them so I could look them in the eye, I introduced myself and explained that I'd brought gifts in the hopes of getting an audience with their chief. To my relief the horses replied in my own tongue, although strangely accented and they led me into their camp. I was doing my best not to look to hard at the equines as they walked in front of me, a task made difficult by their scant clothing. I had no idea what was considered appropriate among these people and didn't dare risk offending them by staring.

I was sure my face turned as red as a strawberry the moment I saw the women. Their dress was identical to the males, and even their build was similar, although the mares' athletic bodies were noticeably softer in some places. It felt surreal watching the females walk around with their breasts exposed, the ripe mounds riding high on their powerful chests, often with a bead necklace nestled in the gap between them. While I was struggling to keep my eyes averted, I realized the horse people had no such inhibitions. They didn't have much dealings with humans, and many of their children had never seen one before. I could hear them chattering excitedly in their native tongue while they pointed at me, no doubt barraging the nearby adults with questions about this strange creature.

My escort led me to a large tent near the middle of the camp, where a huge chestnut stallion awaited. It was his bearing that told me this was their chieftain, more than the jewelry the horseman wore or the size of his tent.

“I am Hrock, firstrunner of this tribe. I was told you wanted to speak with me?" the equine said in a rich, deep tone - the confident voice of a leader.

After we exchanged greetings and I presented my gifts, the huge stallion invited me to his tent while the others unloaded and watered my mule. Once we were inside, the stallion sat down cross-legged on a pile of sheepskins and bid me do the same.

“So, what brings a human here, bearing gifts and begging audiences? What little we see of your people is mostly to trade our mutton for the few things we need from you." He said, towering over me even sitting down.

“It was my understanding that your people roam, that you will only stay on this land for a few months before moving on, and returning in little under a year?"

“That is correct. Your people plough and sow, and so are tied to their fields. We live comfortably on what grows on it's own, and move on after we've grazed an area. We cover much land, but settle none of it."

“I was sent here to ask your permission for my people to grow crops here in the months of your absence. We would build no houses here, and every time you returned we would give you a quarter of the harvested grain in tribute." I asked, managing to keep my voice level. Although the chief seemed relaxed and amiable enough, his steady gaze was making me uncomfortable. Also, there was a smell to the tent that was making it hard for me to concentrate.

“A sensible request. However, it matters little to my people if we eat hay or grains. We have scythes and sickles. What we cannot eat, we can carry with us, and store all we need for the winter months. I can see the benefit to your people in this arrangement, and although we would not be cheated, I can see no advantage for my own tribe."

“Sir… I was told not to return to my village until I have secured your agreement. If there is anything I could do to convince you, do not hesitate to ask…" I said, failing to keep my voice from shaking. The chief's expression didn't change, but I could feel the stallions eyes move over my body. While I was not unused to being looked over this way, the expression of approval on his face was new to me.

“Very well, then." He said, his taking on a deeper tone. “You will do anything to convince me…" he finished, rising as he did. I started to get up, but he motioned me to stay with his hand.

As he made his way slowly towards me, I noticed the woolen loincloth he was wearing was protruding somewhat, and the smell that's been fogging my brain since I walked into the tent seemed to get stronger. It was only when he started to undo the knot keeping the garment around his waist that I realized his intentions. I sat there, paralyzed by what I was sure was panic. My eyes went wide, my breathing became rapid (which only served to flood my brain with more of that maddening scent!) and I could feel myself start to sweat.

“I've noticed you've been keeping your eyes averted as you walked through the camp, and took great pains to look me in the eyes while we talked. This your first time among us. Are you not curious?" he said, stopping a few steps from me. My head was craned up to look at his face, and avoid looking at what was now in front of my face.

“It's just that…I… “ I tried to think something sensible to say. I couldn't admit I was avoiding looking at them because I was afraid my body would betray the thoughts the sight of them stirred inside me.

“Do you know we can smell arousal, even in humans?" he asked. I couldn't reply past the lump in my throat, and managed to just shake my head slightly.

“I will never understand why your kind fights their desires the way you do. Look at what it's doing to you – you are aroused by the male in front of you, but your body is reacting as if you were cornered by a snarling wolf!" he said, and I tried to think of some reply, some way to deny what he was saying, but my mouth just hung open and mute.

“Look down!" it was spoken as an order, and before I knew what I was doing, I glanced down. And my eyes stayed glued to what was in front of me.

The stallion's loincloth was gone and his massive cock had dropped out of it's sheath, the mottled pink and black shaft hanging down more than a foot, failing to conceal a pair of heavy black orbs dangling behind it. It dawned on me what I had been smelling all this time and I blushed as I realized that keeping my eyes averted didn't help, that I had gotten this aroused just by inhaling the stallion's musk. The chieftain gave a nicker of approval now that my self-control was gone and I looked as if in a trance as his member twitched and rose slightly.

“Come here." He said, this time in a softer tone. Those words had engraved themselves in my mind. The words, and the fact that it never occurred to me to get up and walk the couple of steps. Instead, I crawled towards him on all fours, my eyes never leaving the massive organ, my nostrils flaring to take in more of his scent. His cock was now standing horizontally, pointed straight at me and I could see a pre leaking from the blunt tip. I stopped an inch from it, letting the glorious tool fill my vision before looking up at the stallion above me, my eyes asking his permission. One look at his face assured me I had it and I extended my tongue and licked the juice dripping from the tip of his rod. One taste of that salty musky meat and I was hooked, all my inhibitions, all my self-restraint washed away and replaced by a deep need.

I knelt in front of the stud and began to nuzzle his cock, rubbing my face against the throbbing rod, my tongue flicking out to lick at the shaft. Strange sounds were coming from my mouth – needy, desperate little whines and moans, but I was past caring. Past being embarrassed. I made my way down the shaft, past the widest part where it emerged from it's leathery sheath and turned my attention to the bulging black sack beneath it. I buried my face in the horse's heavy pouch, getting another good lungful of that intoxicating musk. I started to kiss and suckle one of the huge orbs, right hand rising as if on it's own to fondle the other, while my left one started to stroke and squeeze the now hard shaft. My efforts were rewarded with a low, deep groan from the stallion and I swear I could feel the vibration of it through my hands and mouth. Those balls looked so… full… and I knew at once that I wanted, needed what was inside them.

I straightened my back and turned my attention back to the stallion's cock. I was fully rigid now and standing almost straight up, so I had to angle the head down in order to get it into my mouth without getting up. I knew instinctively my stallion would want me on my knees until he told me otherwise. I managed to open my mouth wide enough to take the stallion's slightly flared head. I moaned into the bestial meat as it started to spurt pre on my tongue, greedily swallowing it up along with another few inches of horsecock. I felt Hrock put his hand on the top of my hand, not pushing me down but holding me firmly. That possessive, approving gesture made my heart beat even faster and I slid my lips further down his shaft, until I felt it approach the back of my throat and make me choke. Looking down the turgid length still outside my mouth, I realized I had swallowed less than half of his shaft and wouldn't be able to take any more. Still, I began to work my hands, one pumping the exposed shaft, the other fondling those heavy balls, all the while slurping and swallowing greedily around his leaking tip.

I have no idea how long I spent like that, my lips wrapped around the stallion's cock, my arms working frantically to get him off, to get him to empty those heavy orbs into my mouth. I was aware dimly of my own little cock, achingly hard and twitching as it leaked pre into my pants. Needy as I was, it didn't occur to me to take even one hand of the stallion to see to my own pleasure. I was blissfully happy just servicing the beast in front of me.

The nickers of the stud towering over me told me I was doing good, the wordless approval only driving me to stroke, suck and fondle with more vigor. The first indication I was about to receive the reward I'd been working so hard for was the tightening of the stallion's pouch, followed by the flaring of his cock in my mouth. I felt his massive testicles twitch with one hand, felt the pulse travel along his shaft with the other before the tip erupted and my mouth was filled with the stallion's seed. I swallowed the first spurt in one massive gulp, and almost choked on the second one. I wanted to take it all, to swallow every drop he gave me, but the fifth pulse flooded my mouth. My cheeks bulged and cum spouted from my nose before I managed to open my jaw wide enough for his flare to pop out. I fought to get my breath back, but the stallion held my head in place and sprayed the rest of his seed all over my face. When he was finished he wiped the drooling tip on my mouth, making sure my lips were smeared with his cum, slapping my face with the softening shaft once he was done. He gave a huff of approval when I didn't pretest the humiliating gesture. At that moment, I couldn't' imagine what the stud could do to me that I wouldn't eagerly accept.

“Disrobe."

I found myself obeying his command without even thinking about it. My shirt was of in an instant, and I even managed to crawl out of my pants without rising. I knelt naked in front of him, my face still covered in his cum as I awaited his next command. He lowered my shoulders until I was on all fours. After he was satisfied with my new position he started to walk around me. I craned my head, my eyes glued to his body until he gave me a sharp smack on my ass and my head shot back to face straight ahead.

I heard him kneel behind me and my heart started to flutter when I felt his hands hook under my thighs. In one swift motion he'd spread my legs and lifted them into the air, those thick arms easily holding my bottom half up. A second later I heard him huff and felt a sharp burst of air against my upturned bottom. After that I shuddered as I felt his equine muzzle wedge itself between my cheeks and his tongue brush over my ass. I whimpered, my cock twitching from the sensation, but I knew the meaning of it. The stallion wasn't repaying my earlier attentions by servicing me in turn. As his tongue forced it's way into my virgin ass I knew he was preparing his mare for her first breeding. In spite of this realization, I felt myself relax, the horse's thick tongue now slipping slightly inside me with every lick. The sensation was better than anything I'd ever felt, and I couldn't help but moan like a whore, my backside in the air and my face covered in the stallion's seed.

All too soon the tongue withdrew, and I felt a huff of air against my now moist opening. My pucker clenched and unclenched instinctively, and my cheeks burned as I realized I was winking like a mare in heat. The thought made me somewhat embarrassed, but it also aroused me like nothing ever had, and when the stallion lowered my bottom so that my knees were on the ground, I instinctively turned my ass up and arched my back, presenting myself to my stud.

My behavior was met with a nicker of approval and I felt the massive shaft flop onto my behind, once more erect. The stallion just held it there, rubbing the length between my cheeks, smearing them with the pre dripping from the tip. I realized he wasn't going to take me, that he wanted me to beg for him. Unable to form coherent words I heard myself whine pitifully as I wiggled my ass, rubbing it against his shaft.

The next thing I felt was the length slip down along my crack until the head was wedged between my cheeks. Huge strong hands gripped my slim waist and I tried to relax and breathe deep as I felt the blunt tip push against my virgin ass. The stallion gave a buck and I let out a scream as the massive head slipped inside. My opening burned as it was forced to stretch around the bestial member, and I buried my face in the sheepskins as my stud kept pushing in slowly, forcing my body to accommodate his cock. The pain dimmed a little as the tip spurted into my depths, making the penetration easier to take. I began to focus on the heat of the mammoth rod claiming my insides, the feeling of the stallion's heartbeat transmitted through it's length, the strong hands almost encircling my waist and holding me still.

I don't know how long I stood there, my face buried in the sheepskins, my ass thrust up in the air as I whimpered and groaned while inch after thick inch disappeared inside me. I gave a small squeal when something popped inside and realized it was the medial ring, and that only a half of the stallion's rod was lodged in my pliant ass. I was aware of my own shaft, hard and leaking in spite of not being touched, and felt it twitch when the stallion's cock hit a sensitive spot inside me. I heard the stud's grunt of approval as his hips finally pressed against my cheeks and I felt his heavy sack bump against my small pouch. I managed to get up on my elbows and ran a hand down my front. I could almost feel my normally flat belly bulging slightly from the meaty spire buried in me.

I was given only a few moments to adjust before I felt him pull out, my ass seeming to cling to his cock as it withdrew. Once the medial ring had slipped out he stopped and with one strong buck once again buried his cock as deep inside me as it could go. I would have screamed at the pain, or moaned from the pleasure, but the savage thrust had knocked the air out of my lungs and I found myself gasping and panting as my stallion settled into a steady rhythm. As painful as it was, I had no intention of asking him to stop, or even to slow down. I realized it wasn't because I was afraid he'd reject my offer. In fact, I could barely remember why I was here. But in that moment I knew more than anything I wanted the stallion to claim me, to mark my insides with his seeds the way he already marked my face.

The pain was now a distant thing, although the rutting was no less gentle. My eyes were unfocused, the sounds leaving my mouth were no longer moans but squeals and whinnies as I fully embraced my role as the stallion's filly, eager for her first breeding. I could hear his grunts over the wet noises of his shaft pistoning out of my slick ass, and the smack of his hips against my plush cheeks. My tongue was hanging from my mouth, my cock twitching and drooling pre, achingly close to release from the ass-fucking alone. It was when the stallion's large hand gripped my hair and yanked my head up that I finally came, pushed over the edge by the dominant gesture. I screamed in ecstasy, feeling my little cock pulse and spill my meager load on the floor. My pucker clenched like mad around the equine cock plunging in and out of my ass, milking it desperately. A few seconds later the stallion behind me gave a loud whinny and bucked so hard he would have knocked me over if he hadn't been gripping my head. His tip flared, stretching my insides, but despite the pain I mewled in delight as I felt his seed gush into me. He released my hair and my head plopped down as I savored the warmth of his cum pumping into me. He kept a firm grip on my waist as he ground his shaft against me, my pucker still clenching and milking him of every last drop as I writhed on the floor.

I lost all sense of time as I lay there, my ass in the air, the equine shaft still buried inside it as the spurts slowed to a trickle. I was sweaty, panting, drooling, marked by my stud's cum inside and out when I felt the shaft soften and slowly withdraw. The still massive flare was the last to go, leaving my ass with a loud 'pop' followed by a trickle of the horse's cum out my gaping ass and down my sack. I could feel the stallion chief's eyes on my behind, admiring his handiwork.

“You may return to your people and tell them we have an agreement." His words brought me out of my trance, and details of my life and the purpose of my visit began to trickle back. I managed to get up on my knees, aware of the way my legs were shaking and the horse seed oozing out of my ass.

“There is one condition." The chief continued, once again standing and towering over me. “You may take your clothes, but cannot put them on until you've left my camp." Ha said. My eyes widened and I tried to protest, but he spoke again before I could. “This is so that my people can see the second payment you've rendered me, and so they will know I didn't deal against the tribe's interest."

My cheeks were burning now, but with the stallion's eyes locked on mine I couldn't find the strength to speak. The moment I saw him he was intimidating, but I realized something else had happened. He had truly claimed me, and found myself unable to go against his wishes.

“I understand." I said meekly, dropping my gaze to the floor.

He opened the tent flap and I gasped at the sight in front of me. Most if not all of the horses in the camp were gathered outside the door to their chief's tent, their eyes glued to my naked cum-splattered body, small knowing smiles on their muzzles. I saw stallions, mares, even a few foals peeking from between the adult's legs, giggling as they pointed at me. I clutched my clothes to my chest as I took my first shaky step through the narrow corridor of equine bodies. I heard them talk to each other, and even though I couldn't understand their language the tone was unmistakable – curious, amused, appreciative. As I made my way through the throng I became aware of the cum leaking from my still loose ass, and once the equines behind me saw it, I felt unmistakably lewd comments shouted at me.

Some did more than shout, and I let out a small squeal as I felt a hand pinch my tender cheek. The sound seemed to both amuse and embolden them, and soon I felt my ass being stroked, groped and even lightly spanked. With such distractions it wasn't long before I stumbled slightly, recovering my balance but dropping my clothes. I quickly bent over to pick them up, only to feel somebody step behind me and two hands land on my pert behind. I stood there in shock, frozen, and realized too late the mistake I made. I had bent over, showing everyone my freshly bred ass, and didn't flinch when a stallion took up position behind me.

And my suspicion that it was a stallion was proven correct when I felt something hard and warm nudge against my drooling opening, and with a loud whiny sheathe itself fully inside me. I gave a girlish cry as the stallion's balls smacked against mine, my cum-filled ass much more accommodating now that their chief had stretched me out. I managed to stand up, looking back at the young roan stallion who was now rutting me from behind. His thrusts were fast but shallow and I soon found myself moaning as I was taken in front of the whole tribe.

I saw a bay mare detach herself from the crowd in front of me, her ample curves and gentle demeanor identifying her as a mother. Even she towered over me as she walked up, her flared hips swaying and her heavy breasts bouncing slightly with every step. She seemed to playfully chide the stallion fucking me, and then proceeded to coo at me and stroke my hair. With her hand on the back of my head, she guided me to one of her breasts until a firm brown nipple touched my lips. I eagerly latched my mouth on her teat and was surprised when warm milk squirted into my mouth. I began to suckle, moaning into her breast as I was fucked, to the delight of the matronly mare and the amusement of the crowd.

The stallion behind me neighed and I once again felt a horse-cock flood my insides with a fresh coat of hot seed. I was dazed, unable to take my cum-streaked face from the mare's teat, the act of nursing seeming to both calm and arouse me. I felt the stud behind me pull his still hard shaft from inside me, flowed by a splash of cum from my overflowing ass. As the mare in front of me moved my head to her other breast, speaking softly to me as she did, I felt another pair of hands on my hips seconds before my aching ass was speared once again.

Hearing a deep chuckle above me I looked up, only to meet chief Hrock's gaze.

“I didn't think you'd be able to leave. We'll send one of our own to return your mule. He'll tell your people we have an agreement, and that you've volunteered to stay as their emissary among to tribe." I gave him a nod, still suckling the mare's teat as the stud behind me rutted my ass. The last thing I remember about that day was him walking away, letting the rest of the tribe enjoy their newest mare.

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It has been three months since that day, and we had moved on to another camp. I had adjusted well to my life among the horses, and to my role in the tribe. For their part, they treated me well. Since I couldn't live off grass like they do, my diet consisted of wild fruit, greens and roots, supplanted by plenty of milk, from both mares and stallions. Both sexes made frequent use of me, the mares seeming to enjoy dominating a small, feminine male. I was available to all, and even a few of the colts had mounted me a couple of times. My place in the tribe was such that even children ranked higher than me. And I've never been happier.