A sample of my work

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Hi all, this is just a bit of a story i am working on. if you would like more of this please let me know


COLT

From the shade of a rock overhang I overlook my mob, I am if you like a horse a colt of a good size. My kind here are know as ork, we are an intelligent race of beings that for as long as any one can remember have work in unison with our human neighbors. I myself am also carry the spirit of a human, a human once named les. Apparently earth was destroyed. So I look at the world with somewhat odd emotions, sad that I have lost my human form but happy to be alive.

I am of the blood valley clan, which is spread over a few hundred square miles, so the mob I am with is essentially my blood kin. I am standing somewhat as guard at the moment. Another mob, of the zzegash have arrived to let the young intermingle and pair off. Why may you ask is a colt not down there. Well for some odd reason blood valley clan produce almost exclusively fillies. I am the first colt born to this mob in something like 7 cycles. I am the first colt born to my sire and dam, lucky thirteen, I was approached by a somewhat embarrassed zzegash colt thinking I was a large well muscled filly, so to avoid confusion I have removed my self from the group. My main job at the moment is to thwart any unwanted advances on my fellow fillies; for the most part everything is going well. The zzegash colts are being well behaved they are known for there respect of females and the two clans have had a cordial relationship for eons.

I watch with interest as a younger member of the milling mob departs and makes for my position. My smell tells me that it is a filly. Odd really the zzegash are basically a mirror of my own clan. They tend to breed mainly colts although not to the extremes that have happened to my kin. Roughly only 1 in five zzegash offspring are female, her scent also tells me that she is young like me probably only a yearling, two at the most. Hmm the chance of an encounter is on the cards here.

All other thoughts fade as she approaches, damn she is pretty, dapple gray all over, long black mane and tail, nice well proportioned body, she is around 16 hands in the human measurement. If I though from a distance that she was awesome when she got close, her beautiful face and soft eye’s won me over. I was gone, and not game to stand else embarrass my self.

She put her muzzle to mine a breath out letting me scent her better; I did the same in greeting. She giggles quietly, and lay down beside me, “seems that we are both in the same predicament she said” without further prompting. Feeling somewhat shy, I said, “ hi gorgeous, my name is sel”, if ork’s could blush I was as red as a fiery sunset.

This elicited another a nuzzle to the side of my cheek by my gorgeous companion who started to speak “your pretty decent looking you self, I am hasath by the way, my brother told me bout you. Apparently you two bumped into each other”. Gently I nuzzled her neck hoping I was not to forward. I was suddenly startled by a loud whiney, looking back down at the group both of us had left it had become apparent that we had attracted an audience.

“Sel” called my sire “care to introduce the rest of us to your pretty friend or are we going to have to wait?” I saw four figures standing together, two were my parents, and I assume the other two were hasath’s.  “Don’t be embarrassed son, ever other colt here is swinging in the breeze” called the other stallion. Hasath got up a started walking down the embankment, swishing her tail in the process, lightly connecting with my nose. I also go the first tantalizing glimpse of her teardrop shaped fillyhood. Well that as me sold, I rose to follow my new mate, and sure enough everything was hanging out. We walked side by side to join our friends and kin. In the space of a couple of short days a heady mix of hormones, gentle encouragement from elders and genuine love had seal the pairings of all the yearlings of both mobs.

WE mingled with our family and friends, it seems that the misguided colt that had found me earlier was hasath’s brother. I was happy to see him gently lipping at frik, a young mare that had lost both her foal and mate to a dog pack 6 moons ago. It seems that her need for a mate had won over here grief. Then as sunset closed in, we all knew what was to happen. Our parents had told us of this before the two mobs met.

In a tradition as old as our kind, the newly pair stood in a line as the elders acknowledge the bonding and the oldest stallion of both mobs strode forward and spoke. “Mother creation has again blessed all of you with a mate. This is no idle plaything. You are bonded to each other. This is more true when it come time for you to bring forth young of you own, faithfulness to a partner is what both clans cherish as the foundation of our clans. You young assembled here have the complete blessing of the twin spires, blood valley mob and the shimmering sands zzagash mob. Go now into the sunset and seal that bond.

Feeling somewhat lost at that moment, I nuzzled hasath’s neck near her jaw more out of nerves than anything. Then in unison we both left the line and trotted toward a quiet, secluded part of the canyon. Though my experience with human females was not exactly extensive. I thought it would stand me in some kind of stead here. Wrong, I was as nervous as the first time I was with a human female.

I gently started to groom hasath starting at the base of her ears and moving down her neck and her back. I stopped at the base of her tail and groomed her sides. Gently she stepped way and nuzzled my cheek and began to groom me, working down my neck and flank. She swung her rump around so that it was roughly level with my shoulder, I bent my neck around groom her rump. I got to the base of her tail, she flicked her tail high and to one side, I looked back toward my mate, seeking here acceptance, not required, I felt a warm breath drift across my sheath and balls. She was as horney as me, I took an exploratory lick along the length of her private place, she tasted far better than any human female, musky, heady. I gently slipped my tougue past her lips hitting a pleasurable part of her, the muscles of her fillyhood contracted lightly grabbing my tongue. Right about then I felt something warm and wet lash across my sheath. I could feel my penis stating to come to life. Again I felt hasath lick me. But now she licked at the exposed head of my member. We engaged in a kind of equine 69 position, I let the welter of sensation flow over me as I went back to teasing my gorgeous lover with my tongue. Making sure my tongue kept pleasing hasath; small traces of filly fluid began to mingle with my own saliva as it became very apparent the hasath was becoming even hornier. She had spread her hind legs wide and flicked her tail almost over her back giving me complete access to her. I could also feel my loins screaming for release, hasath’s wonderful licking had by this time fully aroused me.

Almost in unison we stepped away from each other, hasath swung her tail end directly inline with my chest. She spread her legs wide again and flicked her tail to the side. Her fillyhood still winking wet from her own lust and my oral treatment. I got a glimpse of her reddish pink insides.  I walked toward her, closing the gap between us. And nibbled the base of her tail, she looked over her shoulder, pure lust written all over her faces. “ Seal our bonds,” she said in a sexy voice.

I spread my hind legs a little to balance better and reared up, and came down one her back, stepping forward covering her back, my member seeking it’s place. First thrust I missed, hasath swung her hips in a bid to help me, second thrust I felt the tip of my member touch something very warm and wet. Gently trying not to hurt my lover I pushed forward entering hasaths willing body. The feeling was increable hot, wet, tight. Continuing to slide into her I felt some sort of barrier gently trying not to cause my love too much hurt I pushed past. Hasath groan in pain, not quite sure what to I stayed put. She looked back over her shoulder, smiled ad said I’m ok it part of this. She continued to look over her shoulder as I pushed all I had into her. I rest a second nuzzling her neck, she bent her head around and nibbled at my right forhooof.

I was able to nuzzle her cheek, with a bit more effort our lips met, her mouth opened and our tongues met. It was then I knew we meant to be together. Kissing and nuzzling I began to rock my hips starting a dance as old as time. Hasath was by no means an idle member of this dance as she thrust back into me. My forelegs pressing tight against my lover, to stabilize me. The kiss was broken as we both began to sing the lovers song, hasath wriggling my belly I continued to nuzzled her cheek kissing her as the need for release sung through my body. All at once we both went ridged. Hasath’s muscles clamped around my member as it flared to maximum and spewed my essence into her. Her body working in unison with mine.

I stepped back a little my member now limp slipped from her and I slid from her back. Spent but still feeling the aftermath of nirvana we lay in the warm sand, nuzzling licking kissing one another most of the night falling into a deep sleep. In that short period of our loving, our souls merged and we became so close, thus staring a lifetime together with each other.