The Trail Ride

by

Silverwolf ©




The trail ride


Head twisted sideways, pretty black nose bobbing up and down, Tippy sneezed
abruptly. The air filled with the tang of equine flesh and manure, I fully understood.
Both of us enjoyed taking yet another deep breath, listening to the clank of
the chain tugs mixing lightly with the wood on wood cries of the wagon wheels.
I clicked to the mare pulling us, watching sultry bay hips rise and fall as
she effortlessly drew us along the sun dappled trail. Murphy, named for her
previous owners fanatisism with 'Murphy Brown' on T.V., flicked her long black
tail at some unseen fly, flashing us with a glimpse of temptingly soft, fleshy
lips, with just a hint of pink peeking out. I'd known she was in season, having
teased the neighbors Morgan stud the day before, but thought nothing of bringing
her on the trail drive as I was sure there would be no studs present. I hadn't
counted on The Rodgets and their Hinnies though. Murphy had barely stepped off
the trailer and those genetically sterile yet extremely horny boys were bouncing
their 'mushrooms' against their chests and chattin up the sexy newcomer! I'd
had to give up last place in the line just so John Rodget could keep them walking
forward after they nearly broke the pole to come back with her. I couldn't blame
them, I thought while watching her vulva flex with the twitch of her tail, for
wanting such a sexy companion. As if reading my mind, Tippy streatched on the
seat beside me laying her fine head on my lap with a whimper. She needn't worry.
No other could hold my interest as she, the reason I woke each day.

I tussled Tippy's head with my free hand, trusting Murphy more than enough to
let the lines dangle unused from my left, and reached for the canteen at my
feet. Thirst quenched after first offering my lover a sip, I checked the line
map of the park to see how near the campsites were. Another mile, Murphy would
have no trouble with that, but I began looking for a more private site away
from the crowds of humans and those crazy Hinnies. Jessie rode by, her grey
gelding snorting to Murphy as she called a sugary hello to Tippy and me. Ten
years my junior, and admittedly good looking for a human, she'd latched onto
the only 'bachelor' on the drive early on, 'needing' help saddling Jack, though
she'd owned him for six years, then hangin on my arm till I began hitching Murphy,
letting go only when I demanded for the third time. She then stood aimlessly
petting Tippy and trying to make conversation. Tip liked her, I wasn't impressed.
I nodded hello as she passed without looking up.

The trail ran through second growth hardwoods, interspersed with thick clumps
of hemlock and short stretches of emerald grasses where it ran near a clear
bubbling stream. One of these clearings, nearly closed in with hemlock and fir
and about a quarter mile from the big campsite, caught my eye, and I slowly
guided Murphy in the gap in the brush. "Whoa!" I pulled Murphy up short of the
water and surveyed the site. Though small, there was room to turn the wagon
in close to the trail, and a good stretch for Murphy to graze as well as to
pitch the tent for Tippy and me. 'Haw 'round there" I spun Murphy back toward
the gap in the trees and halted her just inside the opening. Pulling the brake
lever and locking it with a leather strap, I lay the lines on the seat and jumped
down from the wagon. Tippy, whimpering behind me, played her little paws along
the edge of the seat waiting for a little help down. My hands surrounding her
proud chest, she dug her claws into my shoulders and rewarded me with a tender
kiss for my effort before I set her on the grass at my feet. As she began to
explore the site, I moved forward to begin un-harnessing Murphy when I heard
another wagon pull up on the trail beside us. "Hiding here by yourself?" John
Rodget inquired as his hinnies snorted and neighed at the mare.
"We'll be stoppin up for the cookout and such, but with my snoring I figured
I'd give you folks a break." I lied.
"It that, or ya want to keep your mare away from the boys?"
"Can't hurt to separate them either, I guess."
With his assurance that he'd hold me a spot by the fire, I turned back to the
mare.



Murphy was snapped by a short lead to the wagon with me currying her after a
half hour cool down walk when Jessie appeared on the trail. Tippy ran to greet
her, unusual for her, and the dying sun seemed to make Jessies hair redder yet
as she squatted to pet and play with my lover. "Hi Jess," I was curious that
my ladys jealousy hadn't yet kicked in. "Hey. I thought I'd let ya know they'll
be eating up there soon."
"Thanks, We'll head up soon as I get Murphy fed and watered."
I turned back to the mare, and heard her whisper to Tippy, "How do you live
with such a cold man, Tipper?"
If Tippy could talk, I thought with a smile as I finished grooming. Still,
she sat in the grass with Tippy waiting for me to finish with the mare. I spent
another quarter hour breaking out one of the two hay bales I'd brought and a
little grain, and putting Murphy on a long line with a treesaver belt. Turning
from Murph, I found Jessie staring at me with a dreamy-eyed expression while
Tippy slumbered in her lap.
"You didn't have to wait." I remained polite but distant as I stowed our sleeping
bag and lit a coleman lantern.
"I don't mind. I was getting aquianted with Tippy, wasn't I girl?"
"Hmm, she doesn't usually take to folks." My thoughts took voice.
"I can't believe that!" She smiled, a rather pretty smile I noticed, and her
eyes lit up as she turned her gaze on my lover. "She's so sweet!"
"She sure is!" I turned for the trail, "Let's go eat, Tip."


Dusk set in as we walked the trail to the main camp, and soon the light of their
bonfire became our guide. Jessie again claimed my arm, gripping with both of
her own and laying a cheek on my shoulder. Tippy, dancing along ahead, turned
suddenly to dart yapping at my leg. Shrugging Jessies grip, I bent to lift my
lady, glad she'd seen fit to finnaly interrupt, and was given a warm wet kiss.
The wagons were drawn in a rough circle in camp, horses and hinnies picketed
out to the trail side and tents pitched toward the creekbank. Off to the far
end, outside the circle of tents and horses, a small tent stood, with Jessies
gelding picketted beside it. He whinnied as we entered camp, and she went over
to nuzzle and stroke his proud head. I watched her lean into his neck, cooing
and whispering, and his gentle nose rubs and nips followed by several contented
snorts, and smiled at Tippy. "They act damn near like us, don't they?" she whimpered
and grabbed my shoulder for another soft kiss.


A bonfire centered the group of wagons, and most folks were already around it
on lawn chairs or rocks. Though I moved in amongst the crowd, I was surprised
when Tippy chose to walk over and wait for Jessie rather than follow me. I shook
my head at her apparent lack of any apprehension to the attention Jessie gave
me as she had with other humans, and felt a bit jealous that she didn't seem
to mind some of Jessies attention herself. I sat in an empty spot, scolding
myself for those thoughts, as Tippy led Jessie over. Jessie sat close, moving
closer when I shifted away, and with a soft whine Tippy pushed between. "Hi,
sweety." I tussled her delicate ears and totally ignored the look Jessie shot
me. We ate burgers and salads, Jessie rambling on about her horse the way I
usually ramble about Tippy, and I began feeling a bit sorry. Maybe I'd been
reading her wrong, and perhaps that was why Tippy didn't feel threatened by
her. The night became more enjoyable as I relaxed, Tippy by my side and sparks
flickering through the friendly conversations. Jessie surprised me by offering
to walk back and check on Murphy while I visited with some of the older horsemen
and women who had as children learned their skills from my grandfather as I
had, and I relaxed even more.



Nick Richards, owner of a beautiful- and sexy- palomino team and the oldest
member of the pony club that hosted the week-end event, showed his cowboy heritage
with fireside story-telling, a wonderful mix of fact and fancy shared in a
western twang with every line of his sun worn face animating the words. Nick
had actually been born a few houses down from my grampa, growing up more as
a younger brother than friend to him, but had gone west as a young man, and
soon the air waxed nostalgic with tales, and tails, of the young horse trainer
and teamster that I could barely recognize in the crippled, later blind, grandfather
I had known. Nick had rode rodeo, and I was surprised to hear that my grampa
was an early member of the old eastern circuit. It came as no shock though that
he quit after but a year, given his empathy for the treatment of animals in
such 'sport'. I lost all track of time reminiscing with Nick, as did Tippy when
his old Airedale curled up side of her by the fire, till it struck me that Jessie
hadn't yet returned. About the same time, Nick yawned and called it a day and
his old dog, sensing her masters’ movement, woke and followed him to their tent.
I had to click for Tippy though, even as an image of an older me followed so
surely by an older her flitted through my brain, and we headed slowly down the
trail to our bed.

Rounding a clump of trees into our camp, I immediately noticed the absence of
my mare by the wagon. Still outside the lantern light my eyes searched the
darkness for any sign of her, and I was on the verge of calling out for her
when I heard a contented nicker from the direction of the tent. Murphy lay just
the other side of my tent, well outside the reach of the line I'd fastened her
on, with her head up and a strange, glazed look in her almond brown eyes. I
stepped forward, halting quick as I caught a glimpse of freckled white flesh
and firey hair in the glow of the coleman and realized the hair was Jessies,
and wasn't on her head. She lay along the mares back, facing Murphy with a fine
leg draped across her withers and an arm laying along her croup, her red head
hidden by the mares black tail. A flush of heat and emotion surrounded me, shame
That I'd seen her as pursuing me, foolishness that I'd felt myself so desirable,
embarressment when I finally recognized that look in the mares eyes and realized
I was intruding, and a bit of jealousy when I thought that her desire had actually
extended more to Tippy than I. A soft moan floated along the quiet night, and
another gentle nicker, and I slid a blanket from the wagon bed and motioned
Tippy back to the darkened trail to find a bit of privacy ourselves.


We slept on a tuft of grass below the hemlocks a dozen yards down the trail,
blanket spread below us and the stars above, and Tippy immediately sunk into
sweet slumber with her head on my chest. My mind though, was such a turmoil
that my body went restless. I could hear though not see my campsite, occasional
snorts and nickers drifting down to my tired ears. Not knowing if she was still
there, or if the mare now slept alone, my imagination created and recreated
the scene that had greeted me there. The thoughts evoked ranged from curiosity-
I'd never been with a mare, or any animal but Tippy- to surpisingly, disgust.
This last confused me even more. How could I, of all people, be disgusted by
someone having sex with a mare? I had for six years now concidered Tippy my
wife, and we consumatted that bond nearly every day! I had, however, convinced
myself that we were special. Ignoring the jokes and stories, and the empty paragraphs
in Kinsey, I'd determined we were pioneers on a new frontier of love, yet there
was a young woman in my camp making love to a mare. And Tippy, I'd never doubted
her, never questioned her devotion to me. Now I wasn't so sure. Should I confront
Jessie? I was not so upset at the attention she gave Murphy, after all the mare
was not 'mine' nor had I any designs on her, yet I did have a deep commitment,
a bond with Tippy, and I suddenly questioned the strength of that relationship,
or even if the relationship was what I'd believed or was just in my mind alone,
the unusualness making it seem something more exciting. I tossed such thoughts
in my subconcious as I fitfully drifted to sleep.

Tippy woke me as the day was just creeping in to light, her soft face tickling
my cheek as she licked my neck. As every morning we woke together, I kissed
her and whispered "Good morning love". She whimpered gently then returned the
kiss. My mind hurt from the uncomfortable sleep I'd barely had, but as I wrapped
an arm around her I felt my head clear a bit. What bothered me most, I'd realized,
was the threat I suddenly felt to our relationship, and I confided these thoughts
to Tippy. I didn't know, though I did feel, that she could understand, and I
poured out my heart. "I know your kind doesn't see jealousy, Tippy" I told her,
"But mine does, and I've felt that you could hurt by my being with another,
so I haven't. I've honestly not desired to be with anyone else since we met.
But I didn't really think that such things would bother me."
She stared at me, ears up and small head tilted to the side, with an expression
in her wet eyes that seemed to tell me she understood. Feeling suddenly that
she truly did, I continued, "Yesterday, I felt for the first time that you were
attracted to another. When I saw you so comfortable with Jessie, when you've
been so distant to other humans and even with your own kind, it frightened me,
and after seeing her express a sexual desire for Murphy, my mind exploded with
thoughts that I could lose you too. There I'd been selfishly enjoying the attention
I thought she was giving me, never considering how that might make you feel,
and now I'm faced with the same questions."
She raised a tiny paw, placing it softly on my chest, her nose now inches from
mine.
"I could keep you away from everyone, Tippy, lock you up, give you no free will,
but what would that make us? I couldn't expect you to love me if I forced you
to be with me. I can only trust you, lady, and hope I'm right that you understand.
That you know you're my reason, my purpose in every day." Gently, so slowly,
she kissed me, and kept kissing till I took her tongue in in a long passionate
embrace.

For hours we lay holding each other, our hearts pounding and souls soaring,
till I finally decided I'd better check on Murphy. Tippy reluctantly rolled
off my chest as I stood. And we headed up the trail to camp. Murphy, head down
in a bucket of water, was again near the wagon, but Jack stood side of her.
Past them, opposite my tent, stood Jessie, trying to pitch her own.
"Well, good morning!" she smiled, "and where did you two hide all night?"
I froze, not knowing what to say, nor willing to say what I thought.
"Is it a secret?" Her smile started to fade, and I suddenly felt sorry for her.

"No," I forced a laugh," we went for a moonlight hike, and fell asleep down
the trail."
"Oh," Her freckled face suddenly glowed! "It was such a romantic moon! Wish
I'd gone too!"
"Well, we figured when you hadn't come back to the fire that you fell asleep
down here, and didn't want to wake ya."
"I didn't sleep till late." She replied, then added," You could have joined
me." She wasn't looking at me.
My face reddened as I followed her gaze to Tippy, and I bit my tongue.
"What’s with the tent being brought down here?" I tried not to sound angry.
She shifted her eyes to me. "The wagons started out already for the second camp.
I figured you weren't going, and didn't really want to either, so thought we'd
combine camps." She hesitated, "Unless you don't want to share?"
"I'll share the campsite." I emphasized the words, then took her tent and began
setting it on the other side of the clearing. I glanced over as she set on the
grass next to Tippy, and heard her ask, "What did I do to deserve that tone,
Tipper?" She began stroking Tip's fur as I went back to work. I wanted to pull
Tippy away, to shut her in the tent or send Jessie away. I fought not to scream
"She's my wife, dammit!" and stop the sinking feeling in my heart. I did nothing.
I'd told Tippy it was her decision, gave her my word, but if her decision was
to be with Jessie I doubted whether she would be with me again, though I'd always
love her. I was faithful, that's all I asked of her. I'd just finished with
Jessie's tent when I nearly jumped to the sound of Jessie cursing, then screaming
as Tippy barked sharp. As I turned, Tippy ran to me, hiding behind my legs.
Jessie sat shaking and holding her arm, and as I moved closer I noticed a shiny,
mucousy moisture on two of her fingertips. I yanked her arm straight none too
gently, ready to twist it off, but was stopped by the hurt in her eyes. Less
harshly, I turned the arm to reveal a bright red area the size of a baseball
with a perfect impression of my lovers teeth still showing. "The skins not broken."
I reassured both victims, "She's never tried to bite anyone before. What the
hell happened?"
Still trembling, Jessie stuttered "I don't know. I..I must have pet her where
she didn't like being petted."
Oh, she likes being 'petted' there, I thought, but only answered "Humph."
Turning my head, I said in mock anger, "Bad girl Tippy' and threw her a wink
and a smile.

Tippy lay tight and warm to my side in the tent that night, as I ran my fingers
lightly up and down her silky stomach. "I love you." My whisper seemed to echo
through the silent camp. Moonlight streamed through the screen window while
we held our bodies close, and looking out at Jessie's dark tent, I carefully
slid a finger up Tippy's wet vagina. "You don't like that, do ya?" I smiled
as she squeezed my finger then kissed my lips. I lay a while more massaging
her walls as she got wetter and hotter. The mare and gelding knickered, and
I noticed Jessies naked form at their heads. Eyes closed, Tippy grasped my forearm
in her little paws and thrust her hips rapidly agianst my hand, a sweet whimper
clearing her throat. Jessie leaned agianst the wagon, spreading her long white
legs and squirting a bottle of some brownish liquid over her copper pubic hairs.
Tippy relaxed and slowed her humping, looking at me and whining softly, as the
geldings tongue slowly cleaned Jessies pussy. Kicking with a bare foot, I closed
the flap over the screen window, blocking the scene outside from our view, and
taking my lovers sex in my mouth, mumbled "Oh, yeah Tippy, theres a whole world
of difference between her and us!"

The End
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Silverwolf™



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