Tango de la Yegua Enmascarada
Tango de la Yegua Enmascarada
By: M.E. Lovecolt
Part 1: The Suitor
The train came to a stop in the Canterlot Station. Tufts of steam rose from the tracks and into the air, where they disappeared into the late afternoon sky. The doors opened, and a brown stallion stepped out. He leaned his head back and let the few stray brown hairs that had fallen over his muzzle toss back against his neck. He lifted a hoof to his mane and slicked it back before turning back and reaching his hoof to the open door of the train. The steam continued to pour out from the rails as a smaller hoof clutched against his.
The figure of another stallion emerged from the steam. He was a much smaller stallion, with grey fur and a black and white streaked mane that jutted out in all directions. The smaller stallion blinked a few times and then looked up to the larger stallion. The larger stallion’s nose twitched and his moustache rustled from side to side. The smaller stallion giggled and turned his attention to the two suitcases they had brought. The aura from his horn began to surround the suitcases, but the larger stallion gently kissed the tip of the smaller stallion’s horn, made his way to the suitcases, and placed them both on his back. He then turned to the smaller stallion and nudged his brown muzzle against the smaller stallion’s grey neck. The smaller stallion turned his gaze downward and a faint smile appeared on his muzzle as they made their way out of the station and towards the hotel.
*****
A tall pegasus with blue-tipped wings stood at the front desk, his gaze moved from stallion to stallion. A moment later, his eyes softened, and a smile formed on his muzzle.
“Yes, the Realeza Suite had been properly prepared, Mr. Daemon,” the pegasus said, “Our bell hop is right this way, ready to take your belongings.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Daemon replied in a deep voice, “Since we planned on only staying for the night, we both travelled light.”
“Thank you, though, for offering to help,” added the higher pitched voice of the grey unicorn.
“Of course,” the pegasus replied, “And if there is anything you need, um…”
“Shadow,” the grey unicorn replied, “And we won’t hesitate to ask.”
“Very well,” the pegasus replied, “Mister Shadow, Mister Daemon, I welcome you to Hotel Ocolto. I hope your stay is pleasant.”
“It will be.”
Daemon replied to the receptionist as he looked down to his companion. Shadow turned his head away in an attempt to hide his blush. The two continued on to the elevator. As the doors closed, Daemon dropped the suitcases off of his back and pressed Shadow against the wall. He inhaled deeply against Shadow’s neck and reached out his tongue to lick at his ear. He chuckled to himself when he heard Shadow’s combination of giggling and moaning at his touch.
“Dreck…” Shadow giggled as he moved his fore hoof to Daemon’s barrel, “We’re gonna get us in trouble.”
Daemon simply snickered as the bell to the elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened and Daemon picked up the suitcases and led the way to their room. The plaque next to the door said REALEZA SUITE. Shadow gasped when he read the plaque and looked up to Daemon, who looked over to his partner and nodded. He swiped the key card against the reader, and the door opened on its own, revealing the penthouse suite of the Hotel Ocolto. Shadow immediately galloped to the window and looked out in awe.
The evening sun was just about to disappear, and the Canterlot ponies walked the streets. Shadow admired the stallions in their top hats and coats, but he was in awe of the dresses that he saw on the mares. One white mare in particular had a white dress that shimmered in the evening light. As he surveyed the towering buildings, he felt a pair of hooves wrap around his barrel, and then he felt one of the hooves begin to travel down to the side of his flank.
“Happy anniversary Shadow.” Daemon whispered into his ear.
Shadow left Daemon’s embrace and turned to him. He leaned up and pressed his muzzle against the larger stallions. He tried to contain his giggling as Daemon’s moustache brushed back and forth against his snout. Daemon pulled back from the kiss, and Shadow immediately felt saddened by the absence.
“So, what should we do first, darling?”
“I think I’ve got an idea,” Shadow replied as he picked up his suitcase, “Just give me a few minutes.”
Daemon nodded and turned back to the window. One year, he thought to himself, one year ago that little stallion wriggled his way into my heart. Daemon chuckled to himself and made his way to the refrigerator. He wasn’t paying attention, however, and knocked over a small end table, strewing the bowl of potpourri across the floor. A deep blush fell over his muzzle as he turned the table upright again and filled the bowl with the scented flowers. When he reached the refrigerator, he pulled out a small bottle of wine that had come with the suite and prepared two glasses of wine. He set the glasses on the coffee table in the main room of the suite. A few moments later, he heard Shadow cough in the doorway to the bedroom, and his eyes widened at the site of his lover.
Shadow was leaning against the right side of the doorframe, his neck twisted just enough so that he could see Daemon’s reaction. Shadows hair was redone so that the spikes took on the more pixie look of a mare than the shaggy look of a stallion. There was a thin line of black mascara around his eyes, accentuated by soft, white eye shadow. Shadow wore a very tight corset over his barrel – the black fabric was accented by grey and white lace, and it was tied up in the front with black silk string. On each of his hooves he wore black silk stockings, and his tail had been brushed so that strands of it curled forward to hide the slowly growing bulge in his black panties. Daemon watched as Shadow lifted his eyes as delicately as possible and then eyed the glasses of wine.
“Oh, my conquistador,” Shadow said as breathily as possible, “Have you brought drink for your condesa?”
Shadow levitated the drinks from the table to his side and beckoned for Daemon to follow. Daemon leaped to his hooves and rushed to the door, where he reared back and then pressed his fore hooves onto Shadow’s corset covered barrel.
“Si, mi amor.” Daemon replied.
Shadow looked up at Daemon with half lidded eyes and tilted the hovering glasses to each other’s muzzles. As they drank their wine, they also drank in each other’s eyes. Shadow’s eyes were red, as though they were patches of fire.
“Your eyes burn in my soul like the flames of a dragon, mi amor.” Daemon continued.
“My conqueror,” Shadow continued, “Do you want to revel in the spoils of your victory? Your countess wants an answer.”
Daemon felt his own eyes go feral. At that moment, the only thing on his mind was to rip that corset off of his lover’s body and throw him against the bed. He wanted to stroke his hooves against those stockings, he wanted to pleasure Shadow so much that he stained those black panties.
But another idea came to mind.
“Shadow,” Daemon replied, “I want you on the bed. Now.”
The two stallions finished their wine, and Shadow set them on a nearby table. Daemon watched as he swished his tail back and forth as he climbed onto the bed. He lowered his body onto the comforter and splayed out his legs while lying on his barrel. Daemon reached into his suitcase and pulled out a small box. As he climbed onto the bed, he opened the box and pulled out a small copper ring with his teeth. As he climbed on top of Shadow, he slowly placed the ring over the tip of his horn.
“Daemon,” Shadow yelped as the red magic surrounded his horn and then disappeared, “You brought it?”
“Yes,” Daemon whispered as he grinded his body onto the flanks of his lover, “We’re going to do this all the old fashioned way.”
“Yes, my conqueror.”
Daemon lifted his body off of Shadow and sat on his haunches at the edge of the bed. He placed a hoof on one of the stockings, only to hear a small gasp escape from Shadow’s muzzle.
“Oh,” Daemon asked, “We like that, do we?”
Shadow only nodded and shivered. Daemon continued to rub his heavy hoof along the silk stocking. He could feel Shadow’s well-toned gaskin, and he squeezed through the stocking. Shadow flinched for a moment and moaned.
“Is something the matter?” Daemon asked.
“N-no,” Shadow stammered, “It’s just really sensitive with the silk.”
“Oh really?”’
Daemon pressed his hoof harder on the stocking, causing Shadow to squirm beneath him. He continued down to the tips of Shadow’s hooves and began drawing tiny circles, to which Shadow started laughing and squirming even harder.
“Dreck…” Shadow gasped.
Daemon stopped his ministrations and placed his hoofs on the two mounds of his lover’s ass. The silken panties left little, if anything, to the imagination, Daemon leaned in and slowly rubbed his muzzle against each mound, taking little nibbles as he did, eliciting gasps of delight from the smaller stallion.
“Flip over.” Daemon said gently, but with the air of a command.
Shadow lifted his legs and flipped over, lifting one leg over Daemon’s mane and crest as seductively as possible. Another moment and Shadow lay before him, his eyes locked with Daemon’s. Daemon lowered his muzzle again and began to lick at Shadow’s testicles through the panties. Shadow moaned, the tip of his penis pushed through the top of the panties.
“I’m sure if I keep this up,” Daemon whispered as his hot breath reached the two orbs, “You may end up staining these lovely panties of yours.”
Shadow’s response was simply to tremble. Daemon reached up and finally began to pull the panties down, revealing Shadow’s penis in its erect glory. A jet black shaft stood in the air, and the two greyish-black orbs sat at its base. Daemon wasted no time and traced his tongue along the tip of the shaft. Out of the corner of his eye, Daemon could see tiny red sparks fly out of Shadow’s horn.
“Silly filly,” Daemon said, “You know that won’t work.”
“Can’t… help it.”
Daemon opened his maw and gulped down the head of Shadow’s shaft, then continued to lower his head under he reached the base. He opened his mouth slightly so that his hot breath could surround Shadow’s penis and to give his better suction. He began to bob his head up and down, his hooves reached forward to press against Shadow’s corseted barrel. Shadow continued to moan and twitch his legs as Daemon’s bobbing became faster and tighter. Daemon’s moustache brushed lightly against Shadow’s penis, causing an extra sensation to his lover.
“Dreck,” Shadow quivered, “Please-I-”
Daemon began to twist his head back and forth as he bobbed up and down. His tongue trailed along a thin vein on Shadow’s black shaft. Daemon began to grunt and moan, and moments later, he felt Shadow’s engorged penis expand slightly. Daemon felt Shadow’s legs stiffen around him, and his lover let forth a whinney as his cock began to pulsate in Daemon’s mouth, sending streams of cum to the back of his throat. Daemon continued to bob his head as his lover came, but more slowly so that he could coax out as much seed from Shadow as he could. His cum was salty, but he could tell there was a faint taste of something sweet in it – Shadow did have a penchant for strawberries.
Soon, the movement between the two stopped. Daemon stood up and looked down at Shadow’s spent body. The panties were still halfway down his legs, and the knots in the corset had begun to loosen, but there was a large smile plastered onto his face.
“Are you going to…” Shadow asked as he looked down at Daemon’s stallionhood.
“I want to give you your present first.”
Shadow pulled his panties back up and sat upright in the bed as Daemon left the room and reentered with his suitcase. Attached to the suitcase was a travel suit bag that made sure the owner’s suit didn’t get wrinkled on the trip. He detached the suit bag and placed the cushioned hanger on the door. When he unzipped the bag, Shadow gasped.
“Dreck,” Shadow said as he got off the bed, “It’s so beautiful.”
Hanging on the door was a purple dress. The purple radiated off of it, and the periwinkle trim matched it perfectly. Shadow took a few steps forward and held his hoof up to the dress.
“You got me a silk dress?” Shadow asked.
“Well, I had Miss Rarity make it,” Daemon chuckled, “I know how much you love silk. And besides, she said that if anypony could pull it off, it would be you. Sometimes, I wonder if she’s jealous that she isn’t as androgynous as you.”
“Dreck,” Shadow asked, “What are you saying?”
Daemon leaned down and kissed Shadow as the last remnants of sunlight left the sky.
“I want us to go out dancing for our anniversary, darling.”
*****
Part 2: The Tango
The air of the Canterlot Tango Hall was filled with smoke as it billowed upwards to the ceiling. It was dimly lit with small lights that lined the perimeter of the hall. A series of circular tables surrounded the smaller dance floor, and at each table sat pairs of mares and stallions as they looked into each other’s eyes above lit candles. Laughter could be heard over the sounds of the piano and the accordion. A few pony pairs danced on the floor, their fore legs twisted around one another.
Shadow looked around the room and lightly shook his mane, causing his amethyst earrings to glisten in the dim light. He sighed as he felt a warm muzzle travel up his neck. A few stallions near the entrance turned their heads when he entered, and for a moment, Shadow was afraid that they knew he wasn’t who he appeared. But when he saw their eyes, he knew a moment later that the eyes held interest, not confusion. He smiled and turned to Daemon. Daemon wore a black tuxedo vest, couple with a white collar and black bow tie. Shadow noticed that Daemon had been looking at the stallions, as well, and when he looked down at Shadow, he could immediately sense the possessiveness in his eyes.
“Shall we?” Shadow asked.
“Of course, darling.”
The two made their way to an empty table and sat down. A unicorn appeared at their table a moment later and adjusted his glasses using magic.
“Shall I get you anything, sir?”
“Abadía da Cova, please.”
“Excellent. And for the lady?”
“Sangría fresa, if that’s okay.” Shadow replied as a blush formed.
“Of course it is.” The server chuckled as he turned to Daemon, “Your mare has quite a sweet tooth, I see.”
“I can never seem to get enough strawberries for my little strawberry.” Daemon replied.
The server smiled once against and left the two alone. Shadow simply stared at Daemon as he looked onward towards the band that played in the corner of the room. Shadow turned his head just in time to hear the piano as it began to staccato, the movements of the pony pairs following suit. They all reared onto their hind legs; the stallions’ hind legs surged forward, and the mares’ slid back. As the staccato slowed, the violins and accordion took over, and the ponies slowly lowered themselves to all fours. Shadow turned back and looked at Daemon just as the server brought out their drinks. They raises their glasses and tipped them at one another.
“To one year.” Daemon said as he took a sip of his wine.
“To one year,” Shadow replied and did the same with his drink, “Dreck, you look very handsome tonight.”
“And you, dear, look absolutely ravishing.”
Shadow turned his head down to the floor as a faint smile appeared on his lips. Daemon took another sip from his wine and looked at the stallion. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if thinking of something, and then slowly stood to his hooves.
“I shall return in a moment.”
Shadow looked up again just as Daemon made his way to the band. They had just finished their last song. He watched as his brawny stallion handed something to each band member, each band member nodding as they turned their glance towards Shadow. What is my stallion up to, Shadow thought as he took another sip of sangria. A few moments later, the band rearranged themselves so that the flautist sat in the center, surrounded by the two violinists. The accordionist sat next to the pianist, and they muttered to themselves, each nodding once again. Daemon trotted back over to the table and held his hoof out to Shadow.
“Dreck?” Shadow asked as he placed his hoof in Daemon’s.
Daemon led Shadow to the middle of the floor, admiring the way his gait had changed subtly to match his more feminine persona. A deep voice came from the pianist.
“Tango de la Yegua Enmascarada.”
A few of the older pony pairs looked up at this. Shadow laughed to himself. This is why he had the tango lessons, Shadow thought, I should have known.
The flautist began to play, slowly at first. Shadow shifted his left hooves to the side, and then his right hooves followed. The accordionist followed suit, and Daemon moved his hooves to match Shadow’s. The two instruments continued to play as the two stallions’ hoof work told the story of the masked mare being sought after by the stallion suitor. Hooves tangled every now and again, but at moment with the flautist’s music sped up, Shadow’s hoof steps surged to the side of Daemon. Each time they passed, Shadow took a moment to light touch his muzzle to the back of Daemon’s neck, just at the base of his mane on his crest.
The accordionist took over, and soon, Daemon stood in front of Shadow, a look of lust prominent in his eyes. He took two steps forward, and Shadow took two steps back. Daemon’s steps were larger, and he closed the distance between them. The violinists joined in, and as their music began to staccato, Daemon and Shadow lifted up onto their hind legs and pressed their barrels together.
At that moment, the music had changed from a somber, almost threatening tone, to one of subdued passion. Shadow let his muzzle sink into Daemon’s barrel, and Daemon’s fore legs wrapped around Shadow’s neck, his muzzle lowered into Shadow’s mane. Shadow giggled as he heard the sound of Daemon taking in a deep breath. Shadow felt Daemon’s moustache tickle the tip of his horn. The four instruments played as one, and their hooves moved as one, also. Each slide that Daemon took to the left, Shadow followed to the right. Daemon lightly thrust his hips forward, pressing into Shadow’s. Finally, the notes of the violinists slowed and softened, and the pair parted ways. The accordionist gave a final flourish, and Daemon lifted his head and took two steps towards Shadow. The flautist gave a final flourish, and Shadow turned his face away slightly and took two steps back. The two bowed, and the tango finished.
Shadow looked across the room and saw the older ponies clap their hooves. The two made their way back to their table, only to be met with a pair of ponies. The stallion had faded grey hair, and the mare’s face was careworn.
“You two looked simply divine out there,” the mare said, “I wish I still had your body, young filly.”
Shadow giggled.
“Thank you,” Shadow replied as her lips twitched.
“I haven’t heard the Tango of the Masked Mare in years,” the stallion said, “The way you two performed it was flawless.”
Daemon looked and saw that both ponies had dancing shoes as their cutie marks.
“Well, coming from the two of you, I’m sure this is quite the compliment.”
“Will you two be staying for a while?” the mare asked.
“I’m afraid not,” Daemon replied as he turned to his lover, “We simply came out for a moment, but we must return to our hotel.”
Shadow’s eyes widened. He could see that Daemon stared at him with lust in his eyes. He made quick work of the remainder of the sangria and got to his hooves. He couldn’t wait to see what else Daemon had in store for him.
*****
Part 3: The Condesa
Shadow laughed at Daemon rushed into the suite, carrying him in his fore legs. Shadow could already feel Daemon’s stiffening cock press up against his rear, and as they entered the bedroom, Daemon lowered Shadow onto the bed and began to nibble on his neck. Shadow trembled at the touch. Shadow stood up and began to unbutton his tuxedo. He threw it to the floor and then ripped off his bowtie. As Daemon looked down at the small stallion, Shadow’s lips twitched again, and a small tear formed. Daemon leaped onto the bed and wrapped his hooves around Shadow.
“Darling, what’s wrong?”
“They really thought I was a mare tonight?” Shadow asked.
“Yes,” Daemon replied as he began to kiss Shadow’s neck, “They did. They thought you were a beautiful, beautiful mare.”
Shadow sat up and a red aura surrounded his body, lifting his dress and draping it over a chair. Daemon kissed Shadow’s barrel over and over again.
“You are so beautiful,” Daemon repeated as he kissed different parts of his barrel, “So beautiful… so beautiful…”
“And I’m all yours, my conqueror.”
“And I am yours, my condesa.”
Daemon began to grind his erection on Shadow’s barrel, and Shadow tilted his head as he compared the two erections before him. His own erection wasn’t small, but Daemon’s shaft already stretched out and nearly touch the top of his barrel, and it was almost as thick as his own hoof.
“I want to take all of you tonight, Dreck.”
Daemon stopped grinding for a moment, and his eyes took on a look of concern.
“But-”
Shadow leaned up and began to bite at Daemon’s barrel.
“No but’s,” Shadow demanded as he spoke into the stallion’s brown fur, “Your condesa demands it.”
Shadow watched as Daemon began to lick one of his hooves. The sensation sent a shiver up his spine. Shadow’s horn glowed for a moment, and he felt his insides instantly become clean.
“I thought we agreed no magic?” Daemon asked.
“Trust me,” Shadow replied, “It was just necessary cleansing spell.”
Shadow heard Daemon grunt as he thrust his muzzle into Shadow’s groin. Shadow moaned as he felt Deamon’s tongue swirl around his testicles, pushing them together, rotating them around, and suckling them. Shadow turned his attention to his suitcase and levitated a small vial of lubricant to the bed, where it landed next to Daemon. Daemon looked over and cocked an eyebrow. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the copper ring and placed it over Shadow’s horn.
“I’m stretching you out the old fashioned way.” Daemon said as he lifted the vial of lubricant.
Shadow saw Daemon’s head disappear beneath his barrel. He gasped as he felt Daemon’s thick tongue enter him. His tongue twirled around his ring, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire body. Daemon’s tongue finally left Shadow’s hole, and a moment later, he felt a cold, lubed hoof pressed against his entrance. The hoof pushed in slightly, and then he twisted it back and forth. Shadow felt his entrance expand, centimeter by centimeter, his cock bouncing up and down as his barrel heaved from his trembling breath.
“Dreck!” Shadow shouted.
The hoof left Shadow’s hole and Daemon lifted himself forward and kissed Shadow. For just a moment, their tongues battled, but Shadow relented, and Daemon’s tongue explored Shadow’s maw with abandon. He could just barely taste the wine Daemon had been drinking. Shadow felt Daemon’s hind legs push against the insides of his thighs, and Shadow slowly spread himself open even more.
“Dreck, please,” Shadow begged, “Please mount me. I need that cock inside of me. I need it!”
Shadow craned his neck up and saw Daemon’s thick, brown stallionhood barely touching Shadow’s entrance. Daemon looked down at his cock, and then up into Shadow’s eyes.
“Deep breath, darling.”
Shadow inhaled, but then gasped as the head of Daemon’s cock breached his hole.
“Oh, Shadows of Luna!” Shadow yelped.
“Are you okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop!”
Shadow whinnied as he felt inch after inch of Daemon’s cock enter him. Daemon edged forward as he pressed inside of him even more. He stopped for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut.
“So… tight.” Daemon grunted.
Daemon placed his fore hooves at either side of Shadow’s shoulder, and they were muzzle to muzzle. Shadow’s eyes were furious with lust as he leaned forward and bit Daemon’s lip. Daemon’s eyes widened as he grunted from the unexpected show of aggression. Shadow wrapped his fore legs around Daemon’s neck and pull him closer into the kiss.
Daemon instinctively bucked his hips forward, thrusting another six inches immediately into his lover. Shadow moaned into Daemon’s maw, and Daemon bucked again, and again. Shadow leaned his head back and whinnied once again as he felt Daemon’s cock brush against his prostate. His ass muscles tightened, and his abdomen clenched. Each thrust sent sparks up his spine, and he knew that he would come soon.
“Dreck,” Shadow pleaded, “If you keep doing this, I’m going to come soon.”
“Yes, come for me, darling,” Daemon whispered as a bead of sweat rolled down his muzzle and landed on Shadow’s lip, “Come all over that silver barrel.”
Daemon bucked faster as he leaned over to bite Shadow’s ear.
“I’m thirsty. I want to drink you.”
Shadow’s eyes closed as Daemon’s cock thrust against his prostate again, and he lost his control.
“Dreck!”
The cum shot out of Shadow’s black cock with such force that it landed on his own muzzle. The rivulets of cum continued until they became spurts. Daemon leaned forward and began to lick at Shadow’s muzzle as he continued to thrust himself into Shadow. His tongue trailed down his neck and to the top of his barrel, but he couldn’t reach down much further without risking exiting Shadow’s hold completely. Shadow looked into Daemon’s eyes and knew that he was not going to let that happen.
Shadow could feel Daemon’s thrusts became more erratic. Shadow saw the tip of Daemon’s penis touch his abdomen, creating a bulge. His neck muscles tightened. He knew Daemon was getting close, but he wrapped his hind legs around Daemon as he felt him start to pull out.
“No you don’t,” Shadow shouted, “I’m taking you, Dreck. All of you.”
“Darling,” Daemon grunted, “You know how much I-”
“Fill me! I want your cum inside me!”
Shadow watched as Daemon gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. He continued to thrust into Shadow’s ass, faster and faster. Daemon pushed into Shadow as far as he could and a roar escaped from his lips. His body froze, and Shadow felt Daemon’s cum enter him. It didn’t come in spurts or even ropes, but it felt as though somepony had simply turned on a faucet and placed it in his ass. The tip of Daemon’s cock remained inside of Shadow, and Shadow could see the cum escape Daemon’s penis with such force that his abdomen moved. The cum continued to flow out of Daemon, but Daemon started to thrust, though more slowly. As the cum filled Shadow, he could see his abdomen begin to swell. It filled him to the brim, but didn’t stop. Shadow craned his neck and gasped as Daemon’s cum began to squeeze out of his ass and surround Daemon’s cock. He clenched his ass muscles, but that only made the cum shoot out with more force as it landed on Daemon’s inner thighs.
Daemon’s fore legs quivered, and a moment later, he had collapsed on the bed next to Shadow. Daemon’s cock was beginning to withdraw from Shadow, and he continued to clench his cheeks together to keep as much of Daemon’s seed inside of him. I feel so full, Shadow thought. Shadow leaned over gently and kissed Daemon.
“Happy anniversary, love.”
Daemon opened his eyes and looked down at Shadow’s abdomen.
“Sweet Celestia, it looks like you’re pregnant.”
Shadow looked down and rubbed the bulge.
“What will we name our foal, dear?”
Daemon laughed, but didn’t give an answer.
“Something that came from the both of us,” Daemon pondered.
Shadow kissed Daemon’s lips again.
“If we ever had a child, I think we should name him Tango.”
“That sounds beautiful.”
Daemon and Shadow wrapped their fore legs around one another and listened to the sounds of Canterlot outside. Luna’s Moon was still high in the sky, and dawn was nowhere near close to arriving, but both stallions felt as though they had just experienced a dream. A dream that they were truly living in the real world.
End
