Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 00:52:35 -0700
From: Canine Casanova <canine_casanova@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Boy and A Horse

A Boy and A Horse
A real-time story* by Canine Casanova


     It was the most beautiful animal he'd ever seen, galloping and romping
there in the meadow.  He couldn't understand how such a big animal could
move so fast, but he watched anyway.  Galloping through the swaying grass,
mane and tail flying in the wind.  Such freedom, such power!  And something
else that he couldn't quite put his finger on.  And such beauty!  He
watched the graceful flow of the stallion's motion, the powerful movements
of his muscles, and felt a call within his spirit.

	After watching the lovely horse for awhile, he decided to continue
on his way and rest under the shady tree that was often a place of comfort
for him.  He fell asleep for awhile, but his dreams were filled with images
of the animal he'd just seen.  He dreamed that he was a horse, running and
galloping along with the creature that had so touched his heart.

	He woke up feeling refreshed, even though he had been busy within
his dreams.  He decided to go and find the horse that had so captivated
him.  As he made his way back to the meadow, he saw the horse grazing
quietly.  He must have finally run out of energy, although the concept
seemed impossible.  He walked towards the animal, admiring his gorgeous
mane, thinking about its silky smoothness, and remembering the feeling of
freedom and power he got when he saw it flying in the wind.  This was more
than just a horse, this was a special being, a kindred spirit, an entity
that shared his passion for life.  He knew then that there had to be more
than kind words and scratchy ears.  He waited for that oh-so-lovely horse
to finish grazing, and then spoke to him in soft, gentle tones.  He soon
realized that there was no need for this, since the magnificent stallion
was standing there looking at him with his big brown horsey-eyes as if
there were nothing but clarity of thought and communication between them.

	It was time for some kind of action.  With that unspoken approval
to press him onward, he climbed up onto the horse's back and settled
himself, feeling the power and life within the creature.  As he got
comfortable, the horse decided it was time to express some more freedom,
and leapt into a gallop across the meadow, mane and tail flying.  He held
on tight, adjusting to the rhythm and feeling the wind on his face and
hands and laughed aloud with the joy of it.  How he envied that horse!
Such freedom to run, wherever and whenever he wanted, to live as he chose,
and still have the luxury of being cared for and fed now and then--truly a
world to be envied.  But now, it was a world they shared, horse and rider.
Flying through the grass, racing the wind to the end of the meadow and
back, only the sound of heavy breathing and the wind in his ears, and the
smell of grass and horse in his nose, and joy, so much joy in his heart!
This was an animal who understood him, and he could only wish that he had
the same understanding for this wonderful creature.  They galloped for what
seemed like hours, around and around, in no particular direction, neither
one caring where they went or how they got there, until at last the
stallion tired and slowed down, and finally came to a stop.  He got down
then and laughed again, so filled with happiness at being allowed to share
in the kind of freedom only a horse can know.  He whirled around and
around, giggling like a silly schoolgirl, releasing the extra energy that
had been built up within him, finally collapsing to the ground, smiling and
looking up at the clouds and knowing that for now, he was even freer than
those big fluffy white vagabonds could ever hope to be.

	He lay there for a long time, staring up at the sky and not seeing
anything, letting the exhilaration seep through him until he could once
again handle the experience he'd just had.  But there was more here than
the joy of running through a meadow on the back of a beautiful stallion.
He got up and looked again into those big, beautiful, soft eyes.  The horse
looked back at him with the wisdom of centuries, which seemed a little
unnerving.  One doesn't expect a "dumb" animal to look like that.  But this
was no ordinary animal, either.  He was overcome by feelings which shocked
him at first.  It wasn't his obvious love for this animal, that wasn't new,
although the strength of the emotion was.  It was an almost overpowering
desire to experience a further understanding, a further joining with the
animal that seemed to be able to look straight into his soul.  He was
nervous.  He was uneasy.  But oddly, he couldn't seem to find the guilt
that everyone would surely tell him he should be feeling.  He made a mental
note to think about it later, right now all he could think about was being
close, so close to the animal that had so captured his heart.  No human had
ever evoked this kind of emotion in him before.  More than love, it was
something he couldn't explain.  Not lust, even though he looked at the
stallion's beauty with obvious appreciation, but such a deep caring that he
didn't know the words for it, nor did they matter at that moment.

	There was nothing to say, all the communication they needed was
already happening.  Gingerly at first, and then more directly, he put his
arms around his beloved's neck and held his lovely horse, which wasn't
"his" and yet was, for several long moments, feeling the heartbeat and
breathing of this massive animal against his neck and back, and it thrilled
him in ways he didn't completely understand, but he knew that there was no
turning back now.  He was committed both to his own need and the need of
his partner, who had never said anything to him, hadn't even so much as
whinnied, and yet they were one, thinking and feeling together out there in
the meadow.  It didn't make any sense, but that didn't seem to matter.
Very little mattered at that moment, just the two of them mattered.

	The whole world was made up of them and the meadow in which they
stood, and nothing else.  It was overwhelming.  He felt giddy at the power
of the emotions he was experiencing, but this was no time for analysis, not
now.  Once again he moved his fingers through that silky mane, feeling it
run through his fingers like water, feeling the rush of affection for this
new-found friend and partner.  he moved on then, rubbing and scratching and
caressing his way down his lover's back, feeling the strength and yet a
gentleness that was quite unexpected.  As he approached the flanks of his
stallion, the horse whickered and gave a little shudder--apparently, he
wasn't the only one who was feeling the electricity in this relationship.
If the mane was that soft, how must that tail feel?  He wanted to know, but
he also wanted to enjoy himself a bit more.  After all, there *were* two of
them there.  So he quickly removed his shirt, enjoying the feel of the warm
sun and the gentle breeze on his skin, and then went back to explore that
velvety tail.

	Ever so gently, being mindful of the powerful hindquarters of this
huge animal, he stroked it, feeling the soft hair in his hands and against
the skin of his chest, making him shudder with excitement.  He had never
felt anything like this with any human lover, ever.  It was amazing, and
still a little scary, but he couldn't stop now--not when there was this
lovely tail to play with, and what appeared to be even smoother, softer
hair beneath..  He worked his way up to the base of that lovely tail,
combing through it with his fingers until it was as soft and smooth as it
could be.  Just then, the stallion flicked it back towards him, spreading
the silky hair all over his chest.  He was not just shuddering now, he was
trembling with the excitement and anticipation of what he hoped would
happen.  Carefully, ever so carefully, he worked his fingers down from the
base of the horse's tail, down between his massive flanks.  At his first
touch, he felt the horse stiffen quickly, and he pulled away instantly, not
wanting to get the wrong reaction.  But as he stood there wondering what to
do next, the stallion turned to look at him, as if to say, "well?", and
that was all that was required.  He went back to working on that strong,
lovely ass as his horse lover turned back around and uttered what can only
be called a sigh of contentment.  Such a human reaction, he thought--but he
was used to experiencing things he didn't expect--the whole afternoon had
been like that.  Such velvety hair in this spot!  He had never really
thought about it, but he was glad he did now, and it appeared that the
horse was, too.  He could feel the muscles in his lover's flanks rippling
when he touched just the right spot or moved in just the right way, and he
could see the tension growing in the horse's neck as he craned it towards
the sky.  He couldn't see his partner's eyes, but he was sure they were
closed.  He wondered what it looked like when a horse smiled, but he didn't
want to leave to find out just now.  He spent a long time softly touching,
massaging that gorgeous ass and wondering just what else might transpire in
that area.  He knew what he wanted, and it seemed clear that the stallion
was thinking along the same lines, but it was so wonderful, he didn't want
it to end.  he wanted to savor it, all of it, as long as he could.  But
still his desire churned, moving him onward.

	He moved around to the side of his lover and knelt down, caressing
the strong legs and flanks, taking time to admire the massive balls and the
sheath, which was showing signs of activity.  But there would be time
later.  There were other soft places to explore first.  Slowly, he stroked
up and down the horse's stomach, wondering if it turned the animal on as
much as the same touch turned humans on.  More whickering and a great
shudder that wracked the entire beast gave him his answer.  He could hardly
contain himself, he so wanted to be intimate with this animal, and it
seemed like it would happen.  At last, after reveling in the soft
smoothness of the fur on the horse's stomach, he turned his attention
further back.  It was an amazing sight, and one that he never thought he'd
ever view with such passion and desire.  Gingerly, he reached back to
fondle his lover's balls, which caused the stallion to stand stock still,
muscles straining with tension.  They were so big, and they felt so very
full...  This was becoming better than he had imagined it just a little
while ago.  And still he moved on.  Never thinking about what others might
think of his actions or his feelings, totally absorbed in the love for this
lovely animal, he touched the stallion's sheath.  it was already beginning
to harden and he could feel the animal's pulse flowing through it.  It was
truly exciting--he had never imagined ever doing anything like this before,
and now he could think of nothing else.  As he massaged the sheath, the
animal's very large penis began to slide out and into his hands.  It was so
warm, and so big, and so moist, feeling like rubber and velvet and skin and
he didn't know what else.  He felt himself staring as the horse's organ
became larger and harder in front of him, appreciating the magnificence of
such a creature in a much more real sense than he had before.

	He was shaking.  His mouth was watering.  He didn't know whether to
go on or not, but then he felt it in the air and in his head--the feeling
of love coming from this animal, as if the stallion were consoling him,
telling him that it was ok, that their love was strong...and then he had no
question.  He reached out his tongue and gently licked the tip of the
horse's now-hard penis.  At the touch of his tongue, his partner gave a
little buck and a whinny, but he knew now that there was no discomfort
here, only pleasure and love.  As his confidence grew, he licked more and
more, all over the massive organ, massaging it with one hand and those huge
balls with the other, taking what he could into his mouth, although it only
seemed that the tip was all that would fit.  But his lover didn't seem to
mind.  The horse's breathing became shallower, and his heartbeat got
faster.  Much faster.  He could feel the pressure of the animal's pulse
moving his penis within his mouth, and it drove him crazy.  There had to be
more to life than this, but right now he didn't care.  He had an idea, and
as he reached up behind those big balls to lightly stroke that soft ass, he
got a good idea about his good idea.  The stallion bucked once, then stood
rock- steady as his organ began to twitch, quickly and violently.  He knew
what was happening and kept up his pace and his caresses, as wave after
wave of his lover's cum shot out from the now-gargantuan penis.  He was
amazed at the sheer amount, but he had never really thought about it,
either.

	His own penis, once ignored, now demanded his attention--violently.
He felt as if he were on fire, as if someone had been pushing him toward
the brink all this time, but he hadn't noticed.  Now that he had time to
note his own reaction, it was almost overwhelming.  He quickly removed the
rest of his clothes and stood naked in front of his lover, who looked at
him with a look of appreciation and genuine love.  He again threw his arms
around that massive neck and hugged his partner close to him, feeling the
prickly hairs push into his flesh and reveling in the new sensation.  As if
on cue, the stallion lowered his head and licked his throbbing penis with
his long, sticky tongue, sending shock waves through his entire body.  It
was a miracle that he didn't cum right then and there, but this was no
ordinary horse, this was a most perceptive horse who knew full well what
was going on.  After he managed to calm down from that one luscious lick,
he couldn't take any more.  He moved around behind his lover, who lowered
himself down to his knees--a most perceptive horse, indeed!  He knelt
behind the animal, looking down at that lovely ass with its smooth soft
fur, and felt himself shiver in the warm sunlight.  He moved closer,
closer, until he could feel the warmth of his lover's body against him.
And then he paused, just for a moment, as if he couldn't bring himself to
do the "evil deed", until his stallion lover turned to look at him again,
and whickered softly, beckoning him to continue.  He slid in then, and was
immediately overcome by the sensations.  The warmth, the tension, the feel
of the animal's strong rhythms.  It was better than anything he had ever
experienced before.  Absolutely incredible.  He didn't know why he didn't
simply cum immediately, but he thanked whoever was responsible for that
fact.  He began to move in and out, with slow, long, gentle strokes,
savoring the feeling along his entire length, feeling the animal's body
react in obvious pleasure to his attentions.  He leaned over his partner's
back and stroked that soft mane again, wishing that his lover had hands
with which to stroke his hair.  The stallion turned his head and nuzzled
him, which was just as good.  It was incredible.  he had never felt so
loved before in his entire life, and almost couldn't believe it was
happening now.

	It was so good, so intense, almost dream-like, but what he was
feeling was real enough.  After a few more long, lingering minutes, he
could stand it no longer.  He quickened his pace until he felt himself
swimming in a sea of pleasure as he exploded within his lover.  He felt the
horse react to his climax, trembling with pleasure and whinnying softly.
Wow!  He still couldn't believe it, but hey, why not?  If he was dreaming,
he certainly didn't want to wake up now.

	After he was spent, he drew himself out of his lover, who then
stood up and moved around to stand behind him.  He didn't know what to make
of this development, so he stood there, waiting to see what would happen
next.  The horse pushed on his back with his muzzle, forcing him to bend
over.  As he did so, he noticed that the stallion was already hard again,
and his brain immediately put it all together.  In that one moment, he
realized he was in for the experience of his life.  If his mind hadn't been
blown by now, it was about to be.  He moved beneath his lover, who gently
moved up until his body was in the perfect position to please his human
partner.  He didn't know how such a massive penis could fit into him, but
he was willing to try, since it was clear that the animal felt it was
possible, and he trusted this horse completely, more than he had ever
trusted any being before.  He wasn't afraid or nervous, he was just happy,
so happy!  The horse then began to press forward, and he could feel the big
head of that hot, throbbing penis against him.  He pressed backwards
gently, feeling the tip begin to enter him.  He was amazed at this, seeing
as he could barely get it into his mouth earlier, but he wasn't about to
question fate.  The stallion pressed on, ever so gently, until the head of
his penis was inside his human lover.  And that human lover had found
bliss.  Both of them had.  In that moment, everything seemed to stop as he
realized that he had been and was making love to this wonderful, caring
animal who had more love for him than any person ever did.  He wanted to be
a horse himself then--so that he would be able to better enjoy this
experience, but being human didn't seem to be so bad, either.  The stallion
then began to stroke in and out, gently at first but slowly building in
pace as the passion of the pair grew to a fever pitch.  After what seemed
like hours, he felt the swelling and twitching and cried out in ecstasy as
he felt his horse's cum shoot up into his body.  Wave after wave of
pleasure rolled over him with the force of the wind and the rain and the
thunder.  He couldn't remember what happened just then, but he did remember
that it was beautiful and wonderful and magical all at once.  The world
spun, his head spun, and for one brief moment, he was a horse, feeling the
freedom and power and sensuality all within him, and it overwhelmed him
completely.  He cried at the power of the feelings and sensations, and he
wept because he could not know this intensity all the time.  But for now,
it was marvelous.  After his lover was finally done and had gently slid out
of him, he lay down in the grass, sighing contentedly, moving dreamily in
and out of sleep and daydreams as his stallion lay down next to him.  He
put his arm around his lovely horse and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of
galloping across a meadow with his mane and tail flying...


* This story was written in real-time during a chat session with a friend.
It has been edited for spelling and format only--no content has been changed
from the original "telling."