The Stallion’s New Mare

No classes tied Rory down for the three weeks of winter break. He sang along to acoustic folk music blaring from his car’s speakers with the windows rolled up and the heat going strong. He didn’t know exactly where he was heading, only that he was going in the opposite direction of his home city. That was enough to push the soon-to-be-graduate forward.

As he pondered his future, sleet turned into snow on his 10-year-old Rogue Nissan’s windshield. Rory squinted. He slowed down, adding to the scatter of brake lights. He checked his phone’s GPS. He cursed. Only sixty more miles to go until the next major city. But, snow was a demon not to mess with. A road sign marked an upcoming exit to one of those towns too small to be mentioned on the weather forecast.

“Please have a supply store.” Rory crossed his fingers.

Thankfully, the town wasn’t more than a couple of minutes from the turnoff.

When Rory entered the town, he scanned the buildings for any hint of a store. A sign read: Malik’s Rural Roots Depot. Bingo! Maybe. He didn’t have much of a choice. Rory carefully pulled into one of the three empty parking spots marked in front of the small store. He pulled on another layer and rubbed his hands one last time in front of the heater vents.

Hopping out of his car, a blast of cold air hit Rory’s face. He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets and briskly made his way to the store’s entrance, careful not to slip on the ground. A bell rang when he pushed open the door. Dull light illuminated the dusty hardware store.

“Hello there, young lad. Do you need help finding anything?” asked a man’s resonant voice.

“Yes, I just need some-” Rory started before he caught sight of the person who spoke. Well, not a person as Rory had expected. A horse-man stood like a sentinel behind a laminate counter. His dark-gray flannel accentuated his muscles underneath. His rolled-up sleeves showed off his thick forearms. His face had a cool handsome stare above a prolonged muscular jaw, and a thick mane of black hair was swept behind his long ears.

“Young lad?” The horse-man creased his brow and twitched an ear.

Rory blushed when he realized that his pause had been noticeable. “Sorry. I’m just looking for some things to have in the car in case the weather gets worse on the road.”

“I can help with that,” the clerk said, the corners of his human-like eyes crinkling with his smile. “But, I’m sorry to say that it might be too late to hop on the road again. They say the storm is getting worse by the minute.”

“I would appreciate your help. Thank you, sir,” Rory said with a nod.

“And he’s polite, too,” the horse-man mused to himself, stepping away from the counter.

Rory’s eyebrows raised when he saw two legs equally impressive in size as the rest of his body along with a fine black tail that swished between his legs. Unfortunately, the jeans did a better job of covering those muscles than the flannel shirt. Rory had seen horse-men before, but never actually had the chance to talk with one before, especially not one as hunky as this one.

When the horse-man approached, his towering figure made Rory feel small. A strong smell followed the horse-man as if he had added a single spray too much of a nice cologne. It was pungent, yet addicting. Every time he inhaled the scent, a pleasant light-headed sensation tickled his mind.

“What’s a young city boy like you doing out here?” The horse-man looked down at Rory.

“I’m about to graduate college in a couple of months, but I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. So, I decided to take a road trip for winter break to try to find myself,” Rory said, surprising himself. Usually reserved, he would have answered more vaguely, but the clerk’s inviting face and relaxed manner made it so easy to express himself. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m a curious fellow by nature. We don’t get many good-looking young men out in these parts,” he said with a sly nod that made Rory turn red. “What’s your name, young one?”

“Rory.” He outstretched his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rory. Malik’s my name,” he beamed and took Rory’s hand in his.

The muscles at Malik’s forearm flexed as his firm grip closed gently around Rory’s soft hands, easily twice their size, and covered with a light fuzz. Strong yet comforting. Rory was sure that the horse could have easily crushed his hand if he had wanted to. An instant later, the horse-man withdrew his handshake along with his calming touch.

Malik squinted out the shop’s windows. Rory followed his gaze. Outside, the snow formed a gray haze, and a white layer had already begun to form on his car.

“You know, it’s better to be inside than out in conditions like these. You should stay awhile. My place is above my shop.” He gestured to a set of stairs with a sign that said: Employees Only.

The idea of spending more time with Malik appealed to Rory. Not sure whether the spirit of the trip’s adventure or the horse-man’s friendly demeanor made him more daring, Rory agreed, which seemed to make Malik very pleased.

Malik led him up the wooden stairs, his steps creaking and his tail swaying back and forth.

Upstairs was a cozy place with a distinctly wooden scent. The place was simple, having a large bed on one side, a living room with a couch to the right, and a kitchen straight ahead.

While Rory removed his jacket and settled into a comfortable position on the couch, his host took out two short drink glasses. Malik tossed the bottle of Jack into the air and caught it behind his back before giving an exaggerated bow.

Rory applauded, though he was just as focused on the trick as he was on those flexing muscles that were carved into the horse’s agile figure.

After making the mixed drinks, Malik took his place next to Rory, his strange cologne following him. Rory leaned in. The scent made him feel buzzed before his first sip.

A wink from Malik made Rory twitch a smile as they clinked glasses and took a sip. Rory let its burning sweet flavor fill his mouth. He leaned back into the chair. It felt good to be resting from the drive.

“So, tell me more about you trying to find yourself,” Malik said as he patted Rory on the shoulder. His hand hung there for a long moment, a welcoming comfort.

Rory let out a sigh. Malik’s strong scent or perhaps the alcohol made him feel light and lubricated. “The truth is I have absolutely no idea what to do once I’ve graduated. All my life, I’ve been told what I have to do to succeed: how to get an ‘A’ in my classes, which classes I need to take to graduate, what kind of job I need to have...I’ve already accepted an internship for the summer when I graduate, but I’m not enthusiastic about it. I’m just doing it because everyone said how important it is to get one so that I could get a good job.” Before Rory knew it, all of his fears laid naked before Malik, and Malik listened to them with warm silence, that friendly smile remaining on his face.

A tear that Rory hadn’t been aware of slid down his cheek. Malik wiped it away. His gentle touch reassured Rory. “You poor thing,” he cooed. “It sounds like you have a lot on your mind. Can I share some wisdom with you?” He placed his glass on the small coffee table.

Rory stared into this stranger’s eyes. Their hazel color reflected genuine care that Rory was not sure that he deserved. “Yes, I could really use some wisdom right now.”

“It sounds like you’ve lived most of your life doing what you think that others want you to do. Get good grades, excel in your studies, and get a good job. But it always leaves you feeling empty, doesn’t it?”

Rory nodded, swirling the glass in his hand.

“I know how you feel. I really do. Because I went through a good part of my life doing the same thing.” A twinkle in his eyes appeared when he searched the air in front of him for some distant memory. “Years ago, I had a big corporate city job. I worked my ass off to impress my coworkers, impress my boss, and make a name for myself. It made me a lot of money, and money is nice, I won’t lie. But, it always felt empty. It took me a long time to figure out why until one day I realized why.”

“Why was it, sir?”

“Because, Rory,” he paused. “I wasn’t doing it for anyone I really cared about. I was doing it because of some general abstract feeling of completing others’ expectations. Life has meaning when we’re living it for someone we truly care about. For me, I learned to live it for myself, regardless of other people’s opinions. That lead me to find happiness here, away from the big city. For others...well, sometimes you have to take a risk and live it for someone else.”

“What do you mean by taking a risk? I mean, I took a risk on this road trip. Like you, I left behind the life I’ve known to go out and find myself.”

“True, but not quite the point I’m making here. I mean...when’s the last time you felt nervous or wanted to say something to somebody, but were too afraid to say it. When’s the last time you left an interaction regretting not having tried to be more vulnerable and felt that you had missed out on something great?” 

Rory contemplated the question, searching his recent memories. As he scanned them, he thought about multiple occasions in which he had wanted to approach a handsome man dancing or start a conversation with a cute classmate. Sometimes, when he exchanged smiles with a stranger, he left with a sense that it could have been more than just a flash of an encounter, but doubt had always held him back.

“I can think of many times, sir. Too many.”

Malik’s observing eyes pierced deep into Rory.

Rory’s heart leaped. He had just met this horse-man, yet felt drawn to him with an intensity he had not known before. He wanted to say so much even though his heart pounded with fear. It told him to play it safe or else risk getting hurt.

“Are you getting that sensation right now?” Malik asked.

Rory’s voice caught in his throat. He could only manage to nod yes.

Malik tilted his head. He took another sip of his drink. One of his large fingers circled the rim of his glass as he gave Rory a seductive look. His hair shifted. Hand stroking the nape of Rory’s neck, he said, “Ask me any question, but before you ask, think carefully about what you want to know. Don’t worry about how I will react. Only focus on what you truly desire.”

As Rory contemplated the horse-man, he searched his mind for possible questions. He could ask about Malik’s business, but he didn’t actually care about that. He almost went to his go-to conversation starter about the weather. Far too boring. Then, as he let his eyes wander the horse-man’s bulging arms and the pronounced veins that traveled up them until being hidden by the cuffs of his sleeve, Rory knew.

“What do your muscles look like without your clothes on?” Rory asked, his heart racing as he waited for the horse’s response.

Malik chuckled and blinked his eyes slowly as if Rory had asked the correct question. He stood up, his form seemingly taller than before. He unbuttoned one of his buttons, exposing more of his firm chest covered in short fur.

Heart fluttering and blood pumping into his cock, Rory felt a shift in the air.

When Malik pulled off his shirt, he revealed a set of chiseled abs and an athletically-shaped torso. The stallion was nothing short of a fine specimen of strength and agility. When he slid out of his pants, his legs were just as impressive, each muscle sculpted into his thighs and calves. When he flexed his legs, they exuberated a capacity to sprint at high speeds.

Rory’s eyes went wide as he focused on the deep lines that separated Malik’s muscles. Even the most subtle of movements caused at least one muscle to flex against his tight skin. Rory had never seen a person with such defined muscles before, especially not someone nearly naked in front of him. His body was a masterpiece of art to behold.

Malik looked over his shoulder, his piercing gaze inviting. “It seems like you very much enjoy what you’re looking at. You know you can do more than just look, Rory. Of course, that’s if you do in fact enjoy what you see.” He flexed one of his arms to accentuate his point.

Practically leaping at the invitation, Rory almost spilled his drink. He approached the horse-man’s muscles like a worshipper before a holy altar of their god. Malik stood there, a Greek statue, except for the humongous bulge beneath his boxers.

As soon as he laid his hands on the giant, Rory immediately fell into a trance of touch and sight. Malik’s muscles stimulated Rory’s fingers and mind with their rigid perfection. His neck and shoulders were thick. His biceps and triceps round. He traced the large vein’s path from Malik’s bicep where it brought him to the top of his pecs. He traced the divets of Malik’s tight abs down to the stone-like bumps of his quads. Veins guided Rory’s touch over his calf muscles down to the horse-man’s hoofed feet.

Malik had such definition in his back that if Rory had wanted to, he could have counted each and every one of those muscles separated by fine lines. Instead, he let his touch count for him as he traveled the hills and valleys of the horse-man’s flexed back. Rory wondered how someone could have such power contained in their body. He squeezed. He gripped. He felt their hardness with his soft lips. All the while, the taste of Malik’s skin covered in his short fur and the smell of his musk made Rory’s head fill with a pleasant haze like the snow outside.

At one point, Rory spotted a darker spot staining Malik’s skin. He brought his mouth to that spot, and licked. Instantly, a strong flavor of earth and salt hit his tongue igniting his passion and making him moan.

“Well, very good,” Malik purred. “I certainly believe that you are enjoying me. Now, how about enjoying the rest of me.”

Rory whispered his desire as he stared at the bulging hardness still imprisoned beneath Malik’s boxers. Something that big didn’t deserve to be covered.

Malik fingered the waistband, gradually lowering the final barrier between himself and full nudity. He seemed to take pleasure in teasing Rory with his pronounced V-cut before finally pulling his cock free, that strong fragrance accompanying its mightiness.

Rory’s jaw dropped.

Malik’s cock swung heavily from above a ripe package full of fertile horse seed. Pulsing muscles made it stiffen to as hard as his flexed muscles. The stallion’s cock was more intimidating than Rory could have imagined. Veins heavily crisscrossed the long shaft. A medial ring separated the top and bottom half of Malik’s cock. The tip of his length ended in a long flat tire. All combined to form a wonderful monstrosity of a cock worthy of its owner.

“Come. Touch my cock. Learn what it means to serve another,” the stallion ordered in a husky voice.

The strong aroma made Rory dizzy with lust as he approached. He leaned forward to inhale all of its masculinity, sending him deeper into the snowstorm of his mind. When Rory gripped its girth, it filled Rory’s comparatively small hand. His other hand held the weight of those heavy testicles full of cum. Malik responded to his touch with grunting sighs that beckoned Rory to continue.

As Rory rubbed his hands along the shaft, Rory’s cock twitched its desire. The horse’s cafe skin stretched over his abs with every aroused breath that provided an erotic background for Rory’s task at hand.

Nose brushing between the warm base of the stallion’s thick cock and hefty balls, Rory inhaled another lungful of air to receive the full strength of the horse-man’s addicting musk. Rory’s cock glistened with pre-cum. His head spun, a blizzard of arousal building up inside of him. He had never felt as turned on as he was now. He grabbed a handful of the horse-man’s firm ass and inhaled again to enjoy the pleasurable haze in his mind and over his body.

Starting from the base, he glided up the stallion’s cock with his tongue. It seemed to go on forever, but that only gave Rory more opportunity to breathe in more of the cock’s scent. At the flat tip, glistening pre-cum awaited for Rory to taste. He could barely wrap his mouth around Malik’s tip, but when he did, he couldn’t help but moan as the pre-cum’s rich flavor hit his tongue. Fire filled his being as his lust became animalistic.

Malik’s powerful voice interrupted him. “I think you are starting to learn what it means to live for someone else, my Rory. To be a good lover. A good mare.” His strong gaze held Rory in kind satisfaction. Now, on your back,” Malik commanded with a gentle push on Rory’s chest.

Rory felt happy to let himself lose control. Something was appealing about not being the one to make the decisions, to let another take the reigns so to say. As the bed covers comforted his back with their warmth, Rory spread his ass for Malik. His muscular lover knelt before him and pressed his nostrils to his vulnerable entrance. Warmth caressed his skin.

Then, Malik’s tongue wet Rory’s sensitive zone. Slick pleasure made Rory gasp a moan and toss his head back. Malik’s tongue expertly circled his entrance. It teased and pleasured. It penetrated and withdrew. All the while, Malik savored Rory with equal passion.

Rory’s muscles relaxed with every minute that passed of the sensual massage.

When Malik withdrew his sensual tongue, desire filled his stare. He crawled on top of Rory, his biceps and triceps flexing as they supported his weight. His warm breath tickled Rory’s neck and made his heart leap. That large phallus’s flat tip knocked at his ass.

Rory let out a whimper that Malik was quick to calm. “I’ll go gentle, my mare,” he reassured him. And Rory believed him. He placed his legs onto his firm shoulders, chiseled traps that connected a thick neck to his bulky torso. Rory’s thighs looked tiny compared to their girth.

Malik’s face hovered above Rory’s. Their eyes connected, staring for a brief moment. Rory kissed Malik, their tongues wrapping around each other as the horse-man began to push. Rory breathed faster as the pressure grew and his ass stretched to accommodate the horse-man’s girth. He was about to stop Malik when his hole finally relented and thick pleasure caressed his interior.

He wrapped his arms around the horse’s back. He grabbed the muscle’s firm thickness as overwhelming fullness penetrated him. From shoulder to lower back, Rory touched every one of them, feeling their hard strength in his weak fingers as Malik pressed into him. Their forms further stimulated his arousal, making it easier for Malik to gradually insert more of his massive length.

With more of Malik’s size spreading him open, Rory moaned louder. His cock grew hard, which did not go unnoticed by his steed. A large hand gripped his manhood, stroking it with tender grace that added to Rory’s pleasure. His head spun faster from all of the sensations arriving. Malik’s thick animalistic aroma and grunting sounds, his strong muscles that stretched his skin as they flexed, the cock in his ass, and the taste of Malik’s neck damp with sweat.

“Be my good mare,” Malik whispered.

Rory didn’t want the pleasure to stop. “Yes, I want to serve you. Treat me like your good mare,” he breathed as he urged his lover to thrust faster. He pushed his hips to meet Malik’s thrusts. He grabbed hold of Malik’s veiny forearms, which felt like stone columns supporting the temple that was Malik’s body.

Becoming enchanted by the heavy thrusts, Rory felt an erotic strength enter his spirit. His hungry desire persisted. He motioned for Malik to lie on his back. “I want to be your good mare. I want to pleasure you, my strong stallion.”

Rory mounted the horse-man’s hips. He guided Malik’s unique tip to his pleading ass and slid it in again. Both of them moaned their pleasure. Resting his hands on Malik’s powerful thighs, he massaged them as he rode the massive cock inside of him. Having such a massive cock inside of him filled him with bliss. Every thrust of Rory’s hips caused Malik to grunt his pleasure, which made Rory’s arousal become fiercer.

Rory’s position soon turned into facing the horse-man again. He glided his hands over the being’s chiseled abs and his square pecs. He had never experienced touching such magnificent muscles. The blissful sensations made him want to kiss every inch of their hardness. He bent over and let himself fall into pecking every inch of available muscles, an act that Malik encouraged by flexing whichever muscle Rory’s eyes stared at next.

Any time he pressed his lips to their hard tightness, Rory inhaled a lungful of the horse-man’s musk and tasted the sweat forming on his fuzzy skin. Through a dizzied fervor, Malik continued to thrust with rhythmic pleasure while purring into his ear. “Good mare. Be my good mare.”

Rory didn’t understand why his body reacted with a jolt of pleasure every time that he was called a mare. He didn’t need to. He only cared about the euphoric sensations and giving in to them.

Malik pushed in and out faster, his length penetrating Rory to deep bliss.

“Soon, you will start a new life, my sweet little mare,” Malik whispered into Rory’s ear.

Malik thrust faster while his breaths came out in hurried grunts. His muscles flexed harder through the laborious ritual, and sweat clung to his brow. Then, he grabbed Rory and pulled him tight to his pecs. Rory’s cheek brushed against their hard forms as he inhaled a deep breath of the masculine fragrance and relinquished his ass for Malik’s thrusting pleasure.

A Thrust. A moan. A breath of sexual fragrance. A tight muscle. Another thrust. A grunt. A taste of hot sweat. Through the blizzard in his mind and the sensations bombarding his body, Rory could only moan his ecstasy.

Driving his cock deep into Rory with ferocity, Malik grunted his pleasure while Rory continued to whisper over and over, “Make me your good mare.”

A moment later, Malik’s thick cock squeezed and pumped until his warm seed burst free. Warm globs of horse cum filled Rory’s ass as those hard pecs smothered him with Malik’s musk.

At that moment, Rory knew his purpose in life. As all of the sensations combined to send Rory over the edge into blank white ecstasy, one thought remained. Be a good mare. His cock squirted its pleasure onto those formed abs, his doubt draining from him.

* * *

The morning after, Rory woke up cuddled in Malik’s heavy arms. He felt that he had had the best sleep in his life and woke up with renewed energy and purpose, his mind still a haze of endorphins, and his belly full of horse seed.

Looking at Malik’s form, he couldn’t help but begin touching the still-sleeping stallion. Even asleep, his body exuberated a warrior’s presence.

Malik stirred awake. When his eyes met with Rory’s, he gave a gentle smile that made Rory beam with joy. Touching his body again stirred that same desire from the previous night. He wanted nothing more than to fall into the thickness of his strength, and the smell of his lust. Rory could easily spend the rest of his life here next to Malik.

“You truly are my good mare, aren’t you?” Malik said, his voice rumbling. “You could live your life for my pleasure, obedient to my desires couldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir! I - I feel like a new person. I feel like I’ve found my purpose is to serve you! Thank you!” Rory said. He meant it. He didn’t care about the rest of his trip, or finishing college, or starting up his internship. He just wanted to stay here in Malik’s stunning presence.

Rory’s touches teased Malik into grabbing Rory and pulling him closer to his body, where Rory inhaled his lover. The horse-man’s powerful hands grabbed him with earnest desire. Moments later, Malik sighed and pushed Rory away.

“Yes, right now you would agree to anything I asked. You would give up all your dreams to serve me,” Malik said with a sad smile.

“Of course!” Rory said. He didn’t remember ever feeling as happy or sure of himself as now. “I don’t need any of those things. I came on this journey to find myself. Like you said, some people find their purpose in serving others. That’s my purpose.”

“And for this reason, I know I must let you go,” sighed the stallion. “I could never live with myself knowing that I had captured you like this. You have so much potential in you, Rory, and a wonderful life ahead of you.”

What am I supposed to do?” Tears blurred Rory’s vision. “I finally found what brings me the most joy in life, but now you’re telling me not to do it.”

Those large fingers stroked away the tears from Rory’s face. He pressed his cheek against his palm’s warmth. “Don’t look so sad, my good mare. Know that you will always have a place at my side, but should you return, it will be your own choice and not a choice made under my influence,” he said with a chuckle. “As for what to do. Complete your studies. Do that for me. Do you promise?”

“I promise,” Rory said.

“And after that, you can always drop by whenever you feel the need to be my good mare again,” Malik said, pulling Rory in for a tender kiss. Rory embraced Malik, pressing his nude body against Malik’s firm figure. His body was a refuge. Everything else seemed not to matter. Then, Malik broke away.

“The storm has passed. It’s time for you to leave,” he said gently.

Rory got dressed and still bought a couple of things before heading out to his car. Malik helped him to brush away the accumulated snow before Rory hopped in. The familiar smell of his car and the leatherette fabric were familiar, yet different.

“Thank you,” Rory said while pulling out from the parking spot.

As Rory drove away, he looked in the rearview mirror at the magnificent figure still standing in the entryway, waving goodbye. He knew he would be back one day, but he would uphold his promise to Malik. Soon, Malik and the town vanished into the distance of his rearview mirror.

He drove back to the highway where a fresh blanket of snow covered the land in a wonderful white. It didn’t matter where he decided to go next. He had already found what he was looking for.