Love in All Forms SalCay

The two equines trotted side by side, snorting at the flies and sand particles that tickled at their nostrils, both laughing happily as they spoke to each other. It was a beautiful day out, the rains would come soon and they were planning to migrate, but until then they had wandered from the heard to have time alone. Cayne and Sal had been through a lot together and had become closer because of it. The gray stallion snorted and gave a whicker, a strange sound for a hoofed horse of Africa, but he didn’t actually belong here this was just were he ended up.

The Zebra laughed and stared at his companion with warm chocolate eyes; they had slowed down to a walk and were looking at each other, their talking seeming to fade away to their captivation with one another.

Sal looked unsure and turned his head away, ripping apart their connection, his heart was racing and he felt like he could gallop the grasslands for hours with all this nervous excitement tightening in his chest. The horse nickered in surprise as he felt the warm black muzzle against his neck; the breathing was hot against his fur. Turning his head slightly he watched the Zebra, who now had started to muzzle up against his cheek. Cyane closed his eyes slightly and ducked his head down slightly, ears lowering. He was confused, mind running like a herd across the plains.

“What’s wrong Sal?” Cayne pulled back, was what he had done the wrong thing to do to the stallion? Had he done something bad? The stallions long ears lowers back and brown eyes widened with worry.

Sal blinked and thought for a second, “nothing,” leaning in he pushed his head up against the muscled neck of the zebra. Nuzzling, snorting, and nibbling the black and white fur. Soon they were both head over head, caressing each other. Noising one another tenderly, they were both making happy noises, each of them breathing hot and heavy. Neither had felt like this before.

The Tarpan descendant broke free first, taking off down the savanna. Looking back to urge the Zebra to follow with a sharp call, which he did. Whinnying and bucking happily, they were soon astride each other, racing down the grasslands to the familiar oasis forest. Skidding to a halt one stallion reared and pawed the air, long mane blowing back as he landed heavily onto the ground, the other prancing around. Giving grunting snorts he grabbed at the mane mane, nibbling and tugging the short black and white hairs, eyes bright and happy.

Cayne turned his head and stared at him, nestled his head up into the gray horses jaw line and neck. “Sal,” he whispered breathlessly, seeming to be affected by the strange nervousness and excitement Sal was having.

Sal pulled back and blinked, “yes?” He asked as he pawed the ground, puffing his chest and flicking his ears back toward his poll.

Cayne laughed, he was used to Sal acting like the big aggressive stud, the proud one, afraid to lose. Reaching up he nuzzled their noses together and started to back away whickering and snorting gently. “You’re beautiful.”


They fell onto the grass, one on top of another. A large hand stroked and grabbed the back of the smaller ones neck, kissing the smooth length of his throat as

Cayne dropped his head back. The dark haired human moved his lips up and kissed his partner hungrily, the moist heat sending a fire through his body. Moaning, Sal bit and licked the zebra’s lips, urging for entrance as his fingers ran through the stripped hair.

Cayne gasped and parted them in welcome, their tongues wrestling before Sal dropped away and started on his neck. Sal caressed the warm flesh with his tongue, his teeth leaving small red markings over the pale skin.

“Nahh…” Cayne grasped at Sals bare chest, finger nails scrapping down the soft flesh, the flaming excitement was tightening in his chest as he know gave way to few pleasured whimpers. From the trees birds screeched and flew away from the two men, startled by the screams.

“Cayne,” he moaned deeply as he moved his hands and lips everywhere possible, claiming the body below him with steamy kisses and sensual caresses. The slim form of the zebra’s human body, the hot way he seemed to fit perfect into his hands when he grabbed his rear, all of it was perfect. Nothing before had ever made Sal feel this way, he wanted Cayne more then he had wanted anything before in his life, he would kill anyone who tried taking his Zebra away.

Cayne squirmed slightly and curled his knees up toward his chest, pushing his feet against the hips of the tanned human who was crouched over him. “Sal,” he cried out sharply feeling his partners lips move to a nipple. “Sal…I…love you,” he never ever felt this good and this wrong before, it was so hard to grasp, every time he thought about it the feelings, they seemed to wriggle free of his minds grasp.

Sal sucked on his dark nub and moaned heavily, lowering his body down between the boys spread legs, rubbing their bodies together. The Tarpan froze as the words were processed.

Cayne froze as well and shut his eyes tight, yes now he wanted to die. Die right here and now, all the good feelings were going to end because he opened his big mouth and blurted out the feelings he had been harboring for a long time.

Leaning in swollen lips pushed down on his and his eyes shot open, “I love you to.” Sal smiled warmly before he returned, with more vigor, to arouse his new found lover.