Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don't own The Chronicals of Narnia or The Horse and His Boy, or any characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content. This was written for the prompt 'dream'

Description: Aravis' newfound lust for Bree can only be satisfied within their dreams

Content Codes: f-zoo, cons, magic, creampie

Chronicles Of Narnia: The Horse And His Cock Part 2 - A Dream Of Horse Cock
by JD ([email protected])

Aravis had little appetite for the Hermit's simple meal by supper. She'd twice more drained Bree's heavy balls during the long afternoon, swallowing eager mouthfuls. She was amazed that nobody had told her how good the cream of a mighty warhorse like Bree could taste. She washed carefully before the meal, until her dusky brown skin was cleansed of cream. Still, the pungent smell hung heavily around her like a new perfume, silently noted by both Hwin and the Hermit.

After humbly cleaning up the supper dishes for the Hermit, she sought out Hwin to ask the mare about Bree's wonderful cream. She found the Hermit stood upon a stool behind her equine friend, moving his hips against Hwin's rump. Bree's raw sexual musk had aroused them both, so that when Hwin nuzzled wantonly the Hermit responded positively. Aravis watched silently as the Hermit rubbed his fingers vigorously into Hwin's slurping snatch while the mare urged him on. Her voice sounded similar to Bree's just before he produced his cream. The Hermit's manual stimulation soon brought Hwin off. Her internal contractions squeezed his aged prick into release.

Aravis saw his softening member slip free from the appreciative mare. A little train of thin fluid dribbled between Hwin's soft black lips for a moment before her tail swished. Aravis left quickly before the lovers could accuse her of spying. As the night drew on she returned to the bed the Hermit had made up for her. Stripping but for her bandages, her mind was far from the troubles of Shasta and the prince's invasion. She was a mentally sheltered girl, certainly, but also intelligently observant. As her fingers trailed down between her legs she thought of taking Bree there, just as Hwin had taken the Hermit. There was no way the stallion could fit, not a chance, and with that disappointed thought Aravis slept.

A dream came quickly. She walked naked in the aromatic gardens of her home. She gave no thought to her nudity though realized her bandaged wounds were gone. The Calormene girl's newfound arousal remained strong in her dream, with an unfamiliar ache growing between her thighs. She rounded a hedge and found Bree with a perplexed look upon his proud face.

"This is a strange dream. Normally I run across open hills... sometimes through the nightmarish scenes of battles long past. Not gardens."

"Silly, Bree! This is my dream, not yours! I know these gardens well."

"Perhaps you are right, Aravis. I know them not at all."

It was only when Bree mentioned it that Aravis became fully aware she was dreaming. She felt no shame in her nudity, for Bree himself was certainly naked. The horse nuzzled at her neck for a moment, drawing a quiet moan from the girl. Feeling convinced he was a figment of Aravis' dream Bree nuzzled Aravis's breasts. He had an idea of what the human female's enjoyed from watching his old master. His tongue slipped from one nipple to the other, larger and hotter than any human tongue. Aravis murmured her thoughts,

"We dream together so we may be joined asleep as we cannot awake. Like Hwin and the Herm-Ooh!"

Bree had dropped his head further. Thick tongued licks brought intense pleasure to Aravis. Her toned thighs shivered as she tried to widen her legs as much as possible. She gripped Bree's gentle head just behind the ears. Her face was shiny with sweat beneath her wide brown eyes. Bree's tongue slipped deeply into Aravis as she almost humped his equine nose. The Calormene girl thought she was in danger of waking with a scream loud enough to wake distant wolves. She burped lightly in her sleep, and tasted an echo of Bree's cream.

"Please..." she managed, "put it in me?"

Aravis turned from Bree on unsteady legs. There was suddenly a high legged cushioned bench in the garden, in the manner of dreams, and Aravis pulled herself eagerly upon it. Comfortably laid back, she spread her thighs for Bree's huge, hard, horse spear. The stallion's heavy balls swung as it mounted the high bench. His front hooves landed past Bree's head, and suddenly she could see his closely haired belly just above her face. Bristles brushed electrically against her hard nipples as Bree found his mark.

The penetration was everything Aravis hoped for. She squealed loudly as the flat-headed organ opened her up. The shaft's heat was obvious as Bree's cock travelled deeply inside her. She dug her fingers into his flanks and tried to physically urge more of him between her obscenely stretched labia.

"This is the best dream I've... you've... ever had!" Bree grunted.

He was thoroughly pleasured by the incredibly tight, yet just elastic enough, feeling of the lust crazed girl. Aravis only knew that the sights, the sounds, and the smells felt more real than any dream she had ever known. Bree had three quarters of his length buried impossibly deep inside her virginal snatch. She felt nothing but pleasure along the pulsing hot length as the strong stallion thrust hard and fast to sheath more cock inside her. The bench was almost unneeded; she clung to Bree with her hands and knees, feeling the raw animal power of his body against her face, her breasts, her belly.

Bree's eruption came just as his balls slapped Aravis' ass. Her belly accepted another massive spray of horse sperm. The pulsing blasts expanded Bree's cock inside Aravis and almost immediately the Calormene girl was screaming the greatest pleasure of her life into his sweat-flecked stomach. The heat warmed every inch of her. Bree's copious cream eventually spurted out between Aravis' thighs, seeking escape back down the still squirting shaft.

Aravis awoke panting in drenched bedding with that first climax echoing through her body. At the same moment Bree awoke to see the last few drops of semen splattering his belly. When they discovered their dream was truly shared, both would thank Aslan in deep heartfelt prayer.


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