Archive-name: Bestial/filly.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Filly, The She was out in the far field when I arrived. A honk of the truck's horn got her attention, and she came running to the fence to greet me. It was a crisp winter's afternoon, and her breath misted in the cool air. It was obvious that she had been playing in the new-fallen snow, as her coat was simply covered in the icy white stuff. I opened the gate and walked up to her. We exchanged greatings and headed towards the warmth of the barn. Thankfully the barn was heated. It had been quite chilly outside, though the weather often did get worse than the -20 degrees that it was today. The barn was normally kept at 10 degrees, which made it comfortable, but still cool enough to require using a sweater. Today, however, I had turned the thermostat up to a more pleasing 20 degrees. The sweet smell of fresh hay impregnated the air, combined with the smells of leather tack, dust, and most importantly, warm horse. The filly sighed contentedly, glad to be out of the chilly nipping of winter. She liked playing outside in the snow, but she had been outside for a few hours while I took care of business in town, and she was getting tired of it. Now inside the barn, she relaxed more, and looked around to get her bearings. Noting her empty manger, she nickered softly and nudged me towards it. "Hungry, are you?" I asked, knowing the answer. She replied with a higher note, like a child who knows that something good is coming, and is getting excited. To further prove it, she did a bit of a dance, showing her increasing excitement. "I'll be just a moment then" I told her, as I went to the feed room. Opening the door released a warm, wonderful smell of hot mash. It was her favorite treat, and she became even more playful as the warm scent drifted toward her. "Careful," I warned as I spooned some into her bowl, "It's still hot." Ignoring me (typical), she took a large mouthful, and promptly spit it out. "I TOLD you," I laughed, "Why do you never believe me?" She shot me a look and snorted, then gingerly began to eat, taking a little more care this time. While she ate, I took out my set of brushes, and proceeded to groom her sleek body. Starting with the curry comb, I brushed off the melting snow and ice flakes, amd combed out the snags in her mane. A steel-toothed mane comb then gently moved through her deep, flowing mane, making it smooth and soft like silk. The next brush, the Stiff Dandy, was then used to help smooth down her coat, and brush out her tail. Her coat was like the finest velvet. It was smooth, soft, and warm to the touch. She sighed with great content as I run the brush and my hand down her back, and began rocking gently side-to-side with the rythem of my brushing. As I brushed her firm rump, her tail would flick up and to the side. This was one of her favorite parts of grooming, and mine as well. As I combed her tail with the Stiff Dandy, her arousal became more and more obvious. She finally stopped flicking her tail, and simply held it up and to the right side, giving me a full view of her perfectly formed pussy. Already, faint traces of clear filly-cum were visible. A slight touch to the warm lips caused her to shiver, and flex her vaginal muscles. As nature intended, her pussy "winked" as a result, showing the deep pink insides, and the swollen clitoris, both now well lubricated as her passion rose. My OWN passion was quickly on the rise as well, but I wasn't done with the grooming yet. Putting the Stiff Dandy away, I took out the final brush, the SOFT Dandy, and began brushing her with it. Her rocking increased, both in tempo and in force. She pushed against me, not enough to knock me over, but enough to assure herself that I WAS still there. Her face was the last part to be groomed with the Soft Dandy. She lowered he head, allowing me to brush her forlock and aorund her eyes and ears without stretching. Having down so, I put the brush down and stroked her head gently. Running my fingers to the tips of her soft ears, I began a slow, messaging rub on the tips. For some reason, rubbing the tips of a horse's ears is VERy pleasurable, if down properly. *I* had a lot of experience with this, and she was soon purring with a deep "horsey" purr. As I did so, she began to nuzzle my crotch, knowing quite well what she would expect. My own growing excitement and musky scent further excited her, and she began nuzzling me in earnest. I have a reason for wearing for not wearing a belt on these occasions, and this was it. Horses are VERY talented with their mouths. In SOME cases, they are even more dextrous than humans are with their hands. But a belt is beyond them, after all, even humans need TWO hands to do up a belt. At any rate, with out the incumberance of a belt, it did not take her long to pull the top button open, and then by simply pulling on the fabric, to open the zipper of my fly. Another tug dropped my jeans to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. My cock was now straining to be released, and she was quite aware of it. But now it was HER turn to tease. She breathed deeply on it, nestled in my jockey shorts (very appropriate, don't you think?) causing ME to sigh with desire. She then nuzzled some more, brushing her velvetity nose and hot breath against me through the thin fabric. The combination of her breath and my own pre-cum was making my crotch moist, and increasing the musky scent. That she now began licking me through the fabric did little to improve the situation. But now she seemed to have contented herself with the teasing, as she gently gripped the elastic waistband, and pulled the shorts down. My penis sprang to full erection, and she paused, and if measuring me up. She seemed satisfied, and began to nuzzle me again. The smooth feeling of her velvet muzzle against my balls drove me deeper into extacsy. She knew this, and began to gently lick at them, warming them with her breath. Finally, she eased her tongue and mouth over the tip of my cock, and slowing began to suck on it. She was incredibly gentle, never once did I feel her teeth, only the powerful and wonderful sucking. She stopped, and lay down, stretched out in the warm straw. Her nipples were clearly visible, and hard. Though she had no foal, her udder was enlarged, yet currently without milk. She enjoyed having her nipples rubbed, and in the course of time, this had stimulated her growth. She now motioned towads them, and I knew what she had in mind. Lying in the 69 position, she took my cock into her mouth agian, and I began to swirl my tongue around her nipples. Her sighs of delight told me she was really enjoying this. Her nipples were not unlike those of human females in size and texture, but they WERE considerably firmer and warmer to the touch, two attributes that I especially like. A wet smacking sound reminded me that her warm, moist pussy had not yet had any attention. Crawling behind her, I slipped a finger into her, while reaching between her legs to continue massaging her nipples. Her pussy lips flexed again, and she sighed with pleasure. Removing my finger, I licked the warm juices from it. Despite waht some may think, a mare is no different from a human female, except that instead of smelling "fishy" they smell like fresh cut hay..a CONSIDERABLE improvement in MY opinion. Reaching forward, I replaced my finger with my lips, and began kissing her gently. This resulted in more erotic quivvering and flexing. Slipping my tongue into her, I began to swirl it around her swollen clitoris. A wave of heat and moist pussy juices came forth as she reached her first climax. Her entire body shuddered, and she nickered her delight. She had the most perfect pussy I had ever gone down on, and I felt I could do this forever. My cock, on other hand, was beginning to get rather uncomfortable all by itself. The Filly now moved into such a position where she was not lying flat out, nor sitting or standing up. This was her "Awake-but-lying-down" position, and BOTH of our favorite position for what was coming next. In this posistion it was possible to look at each other while making love. I lay behind her, right hand on her back, left stroking her left buttock, and prepared to enter her. She had positioned her tail well out of the way, and positioned herself so that we could both enjoy maximum penetration with the least strain. As the tip of my cock touched the lips of her pussy, she flexed again, open herself wide, and drawing me in. The amount of body heat within a horse is indredible, and my lucky cock was totally encased in the most luxurious pussy imaginable. Mares have FAR more muscular control than human females, and she gripped and massaged my cock with her vagina as I gently thrust in and out. I felt her near-crushing grip several times as she reached one orgasm after another. In this way, I was jealous of her, as I could only have ONE without having to stop. But the knowledge that we were bringing each other such pleasure quickly pushed the thought from my mind. I held out as long as I could, feeling her climax at least five times as we lay, making love in the soft straw. Finally, I could hold back no longer, and as she reached another crushing orgasm, I did all but explode within her. We had made love many times, but it had NEVER been as great as this time. I felt like I was coming for hours, her grip never letting up, as I moaned and sighed in perfect harmony with her soft yet exctatic nickering. We wer both exhausted by this point, as I crwled back up to her front. She lay her head down in my lap as I sat down, and began licking my fading erection, not wanting to miss a drop. I stroked her velvety cheeks gently, as we gazed into each other's eyes. There was no need for any words, the eyes told it all. "I love you" is what they said. --