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Title: The Calico Horse
Author: Eliyah lilygilding@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/ma3/padders/twib.html; http://www.twib.dombillijah.com
Pairing: DM/VM
Category: Romance
Rating: R
Warning: See disclaimer
Feedback: Wonderous
Disclaimer: Although I have never met him, I do not believe Dom is a horse lover. The rest of the fic is fictitious too.
Summary: Dom helps Viggo out in the stables.
One summer, Dom spent with Viggo. In a shack, it was rural, in the stables they shoveled hay. There were horses, brown and calico, one of whom had played the part of Haldigo.
Viggo sweated like a pig, though the farm didn't keep swine. It was just the impression Dom got, judging by the damp patches under Viggo's arms and at his crotch. They took lunch in the shade, watching the equine graze.
Nothing terribly sexual happened, except this. One afternoon Dom napped. And found himself flying over a road of dust and rubble. The dirt rising up under the pounding of Dom's stead like water clouds, so swift was he. His mount barely touched the ground with its paws as it pounced. Ahead loomed tall and varied, a jungle of exotic fears.
The beast Dom rode atop of was as fierce as a wolf and as fantastic as a Warg. Its opaque eyes were sapphire with hunger, its jaws now clenched and now slavering. Dom's arms were wound tight about its muscular neck and Dom's thighs clenched on its jutting hipbones. Dom did not know how he came to sit on this spotted monster. The leopard leaped into the forest.
Dom awoke feeling a feverish heat. His straw rake was between his thighs. Dom grasped and rubbed up and down the stick, his prick glancing off with each pulsing of his hips.
Dom crawled through the meadows, he was so slack and sated, to go home. Viggo was making dumplings, cutting the dough with a meat cleaver. Into segments, flattened to pastry, folded into money-pouches. Viggo dropped the dumplings into a pot and steam wafted up in the shape of lotus flowers.
Dom sprawled in a chair, waiting to be served. Viggo scratched his scalp and flicked a speck of dandruff at Dom. Dom snoozed again, for just a few minutes. This dream was of Viggo riding the calico horse. Dom lingered on the shape of the horse's behind, its flanks showed muscled ribs, its buttocks round and full as a moon can be full, but cleaved.
After midnight, Dom could not sleep, he'd been all day and now was awake. He needed the loo. Then Dom found himself at the front door, with his hand on the knob.
Viggo came down for breakfast at 5am and found Dom like that. Dom's cheeks pasted to the wall, his fingers dangling on the doorknob.
Dom visited the calico horse in the stables. Calico means the horse had abstract markings, splotches of buttercup cream and coffee gold and chocolate brown. Dom looked the horse in the eyes and said: "I love you. I love you. Please be mine."
The horse did not whiney yah or neigh. Dom ran his hand over the sumptuous curve of the horse's buttocks. The tail swished and whipped Dom in the mouth.
Dejected, Dom returned to the patio. Viggo made Dom lemonade, with sugar and mint and red food colouring. The concoction was pink and peppery, a comfort to drink.
"You're sun stroked, I'm sorry I made you work so hard in the horse yard," Viggo laid his hand, wet with crushed ice, on Dom's temple. "The sun's hotter here than in Manchester."
Dom said, with heartfelt conviction. "Everything is hotter here. The days, the nights and the men. The horses are hot-arsed and I am very, very sun-sick."
Viggo nursed Dom on chicken soup and sonnets. Till Dom drowsed. All the windows were open to let in the night breeze.
Dom straddled the window ledge and arched his back, it was starry outside and quiet inside. Dom jiggled his legs and jangled his arms.
Dom was on the back of a lion, Dom was riding the lion, a smile on his face, a feather in his hair. Streaking through the green like a red comet, Dom negotiated the low bowers and the entangling vines. Where puma blink their rosette eyes and pythons licked at the air.
"You're sleep-walking Dominic. I want you to come with me" Viggo said, so softly and gently that Dom did not wake. "And I'll see that you're safe."
Viggo's arms entwined Dom's middle and Viggo's hands clasped Dom's. Viggo led Dom, close eyed and senseless, to Viggo's bed. Viggo guided Dom under the sheets and drawing the mosquito net closed.
Dom's heart was exhilarated. Goodbye, he bid the man-eating flowers, no more Venus Fly-traps for Dom. He's cleared the Amazons and made it now. Ahead the desert opened up, an endless stretch of white sand, magnificent mirages and interesting cacti. The lion threw flick its manes out of its scarred eyes, it roared in delight.
Dom felt his prick sink into a delta, he was so hard it was lovely to be squeezed between Viggo's flexing thighs. Viggo was downy below the waist and blond. Dom was so fat and plump he groaned at the feeling of engorgement. Viggo pouted, his lips stretched and he sucked a breath through his teeth. "You feel like an elephant's trunk."
Dominic woke up, he'd been dreaming about riding. There was, he thinks he remembers, a leopard, then a horse, then a lion and maybe also an elephant. But at the moment, he was riding Viggo, with his penis clenched between Viggo's buttocks, moving back and forth over Viggo's bucking back.
Dom saw that Viggo's tanned skin turned earth red in patches with each flush of pleasure. That Viggo's hand, soaking in precum, bending back to clutch at Dom's dick and shove it more snugly into the crack of Viggo's arse, left splatters of white on his buttocks. Viggo was a calico human. Dom felt his own orgasm come on like a swoon, light as a heart-attack in a humming bird, heavy as pounding hooves.
Viggo complimented Dom's technique. Viggo was impressed by Dom's posture and courage. Dom rode laps with Viggo in the meadow. Dom rode the calico horse and Viggo rode the coca one. The horses they tethered, the tools they abandoned, Viggo and Dom swam in the dam to cool off.
Dom did not suffer heat-exhaustion again that summer. Viggo ensured Dom's hydration. Dom got over his feelings for the calico horse. Dom rode Viggo into the sunset.
The End.
Author: Eliyah lilygilding@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.angelfire.com/ma3/padders/twib.html; http://www.twib.dombillijah.com
Pairing: DM/VM
Category: Romance
Rating: R
Warning: See disclaimer
Feedback: Wonderous
Disclaimer: Although I have never met him, I do not believe Dom is a horse lover. The rest of the fic is fictitious too.
Summary: Dom helps Viggo out in the stables.
One summer, Dom spent with Viggo. In a shack, it was rural, in the stables they shoveled hay. There were horses, brown and calico, one of whom had played the part of Haldigo.
Viggo sweated like a pig, though the farm didn't keep swine. It was just the impression Dom got, judging by the damp patches under Viggo's arms and at his crotch. They took lunch in the shade, watching the equine graze.
Nothing terribly sexual happened, except this. One afternoon Dom napped. And found himself flying over a road of dust and rubble. The dirt rising up under the pounding of Dom's stead like water clouds, so swift was he. His mount barely touched the ground with its paws as it pounced. Ahead loomed tall and varied, a jungle of exotic fears.
The beast Dom rode atop of was as fierce as a wolf and as fantastic as a Warg. Its opaque eyes were sapphire with hunger, its jaws now clenched and now slavering. Dom's arms were wound tight about its muscular neck and Dom's thighs clenched on its jutting hipbones. Dom did not know how he came to sit on this spotted monster. The leopard leaped into the forest.
Dom awoke feeling a feverish heat. His straw rake was between his thighs. Dom grasped and rubbed up and down the stick, his prick glancing off with each pulsing of his hips.
Dom crawled through the meadows, he was so slack and sated, to go home. Viggo was making dumplings, cutting the dough with a meat cleaver. Into segments, flattened to pastry, folded into money-pouches. Viggo dropped the dumplings into a pot and steam wafted up in the shape of lotus flowers.
Dom sprawled in a chair, waiting to be served. Viggo scratched his scalp and flicked a speck of dandruff at Dom. Dom snoozed again, for just a few minutes. This dream was of Viggo riding the calico horse. Dom lingered on the shape of the horse's behind, its flanks showed muscled ribs, its buttocks round and full as a moon can be full, but cleaved.
After midnight, Dom could not sleep, he'd been all day and now was awake. He needed the loo. Then Dom found himself at the front door, with his hand on the knob.
Viggo came down for breakfast at 5am and found Dom like that. Dom's cheeks pasted to the wall, his fingers dangling on the doorknob.
Dom visited the calico horse in the stables. Calico means the horse had abstract markings, splotches of buttercup cream and coffee gold and chocolate brown. Dom looked the horse in the eyes and said: "I love you. I love you. Please be mine."
The horse did not whiney yah or neigh. Dom ran his hand over the sumptuous curve of the horse's buttocks. The tail swished and whipped Dom in the mouth.
Dejected, Dom returned to the patio. Viggo made Dom lemonade, with sugar and mint and red food colouring. The concoction was pink and peppery, a comfort to drink.
"You're sun stroked, I'm sorry I made you work so hard in the horse yard," Viggo laid his hand, wet with crushed ice, on Dom's temple. "The sun's hotter here than in Manchester."
Dom said, with heartfelt conviction. "Everything is hotter here. The days, the nights and the men. The horses are hot-arsed and I am very, very sun-sick."
Viggo nursed Dom on chicken soup and sonnets. Till Dom drowsed. All the windows were open to let in the night breeze.
Dom straddled the window ledge and arched his back, it was starry outside and quiet inside. Dom jiggled his legs and jangled his arms.
Dom was on the back of a lion, Dom was riding the lion, a smile on his face, a feather in his hair. Streaking through the green like a red comet, Dom negotiated the low bowers and the entangling vines. Where puma blink their rosette eyes and pythons licked at the air.
"You're sleep-walking Dominic. I want you to come with me" Viggo said, so softly and gently that Dom did not wake. "And I'll see that you're safe."
Viggo's arms entwined Dom's middle and Viggo's hands clasped Dom's. Viggo led Dom, close eyed and senseless, to Viggo's bed. Viggo guided Dom under the sheets and drawing the mosquito net closed.
Dom's heart was exhilarated. Goodbye, he bid the man-eating flowers, no more Venus Fly-traps for Dom. He's cleared the Amazons and made it now. Ahead the desert opened up, an endless stretch of white sand, magnificent mirages and interesting cacti. The lion threw flick its manes out of its scarred eyes, it roared in delight.
Dom felt his prick sink into a delta, he was so hard it was lovely to be squeezed between Viggo's flexing thighs. Viggo was downy below the waist and blond. Dom was so fat and plump he groaned at the feeling of engorgement. Viggo pouted, his lips stretched and he sucked a breath through his teeth. "You feel like an elephant's trunk."
Dominic woke up, he'd been dreaming about riding. There was, he thinks he remembers, a leopard, then a horse, then a lion and maybe also an elephant. But at the moment, he was riding Viggo, with his penis clenched between Viggo's buttocks, moving back and forth over Viggo's bucking back.
Dom saw that Viggo's tanned skin turned earth red in patches with each flush of pleasure. That Viggo's hand, soaking in precum, bending back to clutch at Dom's dick and shove it more snugly into the crack of Viggo's arse, left splatters of white on his buttocks. Viggo was a calico human. Dom felt his own orgasm come on like a swoon, light as a heart-attack in a humming bird, heavy as pounding hooves.
Viggo complimented Dom's technique. Viggo was impressed by Dom's posture and courage. Dom rode laps with Viggo in the meadow. Dom rode the calico horse and Viggo rode the coca one. The horses they tethered, the tools they abandoned, Viggo and Dom swam in the dam to cool off.
Dom did not suffer heat-exhaustion again that summer. Viggo ensured Dom's hydration. Dom got over his feelings for the calico horse. Dom rode Viggo into the sunset.
The End.