| Index | ||
| Prologue | ||
| The Roper Report | ||
| Introduction | ||
| Section 1 | ||
| Section 2 | ||
| Section 3 | ||
| Section 4 | ||
| Section 5 | ||
| Section 6 | ||
| Section 7 | ||
| Section 8 | ||
| Section 9 | ||
| Section 10 | ||
| Appendix A | ||
| Appendix B | ||
| Perry's Tale | ||
| Pictorial Record | ||
Appendix B
Report on a transpecies family group:
Vulcus vulcus and Monux hipparion grac.
A transpecies wlko family group, with implications for evidence of M. hipparion sexual deviancy (homosexuality)
Early morphologic literature (Boulton, Murdoch, Kondrashin) speak in sketchy terms of wlko family groups with one or (in one such case) two non-wlko males. A non-wlko female would be useful only for sexual release–which wlkon have little need of–or to help in the bringing up of children, in a situation where something had happened to one or both co-wives. Kondrashin Sec.23.5 mentions such a case in words that suggest an actual observation rather than a speculation or second-hand information, though the circumstances are not clear. My own inquiries along such lines among the wlko family groups always met with the same kind of response, viz., it was possible; they’d heard of such things; they’d never seen it, no one in their clan, and so on.
However, as I was getting ready to leave the family group described separately in the Family Studies, one of the wives, "Hester", was chatting with me. (She had figured out that I knew Wlko better than I admitted to, which was one of the reasons I was leaving that site.) She was a smart and even witty animal, a good mother and a good wife and, even for a wlko, sensual. Even to me, she usually referred to her husbands as "my testicles", an expression normally used as a form of address and reserved for copulation or foreplay, particularly with reference to the most typical manner in which wlkwim initiate sexual contact, viz., licking between a male’s thighs and more particularly licking his penis sheath and scrotum. "Hester" lowered her voice and, not looking at me, said that she knew of a family group in her co-mates’ clan, Clan 30, where the adult males were a wlko and a monux. "Clyde" and "James" (her co-mates) were embarrassed about it, she said. Neither they nor she had ever visited the family site in question, but she knew where it was. "They say", she said, now looking at me, steadily, with her brilliantly green eyes, "they say that he fucks her sometimes, but he prefers his co-mate. Can you imagine taking one of those brutes! And they have children. Her and her wlko, of course. It’s a wonder she can keep the little kits inside her! Well! I never–!"I found the transpecies family site was where "Hester" said it was. It was small for a wlko site: a single male, "William", an athletic and attractive young husband of around 80; his co-mate, the monux "Chester"; their wlkwy wife, "Bonnie", who was "William’s" age, approximately; and (just as "Hester" had promised) two sets of twins: an older male pair still a year or so short of ripening, and two-year-old weanling girls. The boys looked like carbon copies of "William"; the girls resembled neither parent closely, and my surmise that they were "gifts of the wlkatar" was later confirmed.
When I arrived at the site, the adult males were away; the boys were playing in the water (and would soon nap); the girls were already asleep, curled up around one another, by "Bonnie’s" flank. "Bonnie" was repairing a shrimp-catching creel made of rushes.
"Bonnie" was highly alarmed by my approach, regrettably, but in my halting Wlko I was able to reassure her that I had come only to visit. I learned that neither she nor either of her co-mates spoke any of our languages, so I was forced to admit at the outset that, as poor as my pronunciation of Wlko was, I understood their language well.
As we talked, "Bonnie" soon seemed calmer, while nevertheless continuing to evince some nervousness. Guessing the cause for her uneasiness (or one of the causes, anyhow), after giving her a present, I decided that it was best to be frank and said I’d understood from her in-laws that she had only one wlko ttssutSukh (co-mate), and was that true?
She seemed very much disconcerted and embarrassed. After a long silence, she said, yes, only one of her co-mates was a wlko. After another long silence I had to ask her what kind of animal the other ttssutukh might be. A nice boy, she answered ("boy" being the Wlko word for an "opened" but unmarried young wlko). And good-looking, too. But his real virtue was that he kept "William" "happy" (using a Wlko word that depending on context is a synonym of either "red[-furred]" or "erect" and sometimes, as perhaps now, both). She’d heard so much about si-kekh-lihhpsh [monuxes] that was horrible, just horrible, but this boy–except in one regard (she gave me a quick sideways glance)–wasn’t anything like the stories–
I feigned surprise.
Oh yes, she said. But he was such a nice boy. She said that several times. And, she added gratuitously, so far as she could tell, he was if anything even more devoted to "William" than his late twin brother was. She missed Tshhshuh-kittS [the name of "William’s" twin] badly, they both did in fact, but "Chester" had been a great comfort, especially to "William". She added, with the air of pride that wlko seem to adopt when talking about such matters, that in all the time that "Chester" had been a member of the core family (that was the word she used–hihhtSuhhp), "William" had never gone cold. And once she’d gotten used to the whole idea (and she and the pony had learned how to go about it properly), she had to admit she rather enjoyed "Chester’s" attentions, herself, rare as they were. In the typically frank way of wlko, she had nothing but praise for "William’s" sexual qualities: "He does a good job, still", she said; "since Tshhshuh-kittS died, William has been very attentive, fucks me every day most days, sometimes twice. Sometimes oftener. Of course" (she admitted) "Chester gets some of the credit for that. He builds a hot fire, that boy does. A hot fire. Of course, pussy may be more fun for William than a tail-hole without a third hand. But I wouldn’t know anything about that." She smiled and seemed suddenly concerned about her shrimp creel, either because she embarrassed herself, or at the pleasure of some memory.
It was at that juncture that the co-mates came out of the tall grass by the water together and saw us. They stopped; "Chester’s" switched nervously from side to side; "William’s" instantly whipped around one of his thighs, the universal signal of embarrassment among wlkon, and both animals were clearly surprised. They stood there for a long moment, looking at us.
"William" was about 80, as stated, and in excellent physical condition, distinctly more heavily-muscled than the typical wlko. (I wondered if he might be a rupellid, or have rupellid blood, but that seemed not to be the case.)
"Chester" was young, middle twenties I guessed (which is to say, in monux terms, roughly the same age as "William"). The short, stiff mane on the top of his head barely came up to "William’s" shoulder. Like "William" he wore a ring through his right nipple, a wlko trait but never reported in the literature on monuxes (and "Perry’s" and "Drushka’s" nipple rings were the subject of ribald and sarcastic taunts on the occasion when I accompanied them to their rendezvous with the monux bachelors; see Appendix A) Like monuxes generally, "Chester’s" well-built and tightly-knit physique was clearly visible under his short coat, and after the morphology of his species he had a prominent, dark gray, non-pendulous scrotum at the base of his prominent penis-sheath. All in all, a picture of virility and muscular vigor, especially next to the tall, supple, brown and cream cat-like companion; and the contrast between the equid’s long face and erect ears and the fine features of the cat was almost comical.
Another contrast, and an even more complete one, was between "Chester" and the monux bachelors described in Appendix A. For all his sculptured physique and outsized sexuality, the immediate impression the pony gave was one of being gentle, shy, even bashful. As I subsequently found, he was all of these things, but at the same time friendly and sweet-natured.
Wlko time-keeping is vague. "Bonnie" told me that "Chester" had been at the site for at least 10, maybe 15 years. The story was that "William’s" co-mate, Tshhshuh-kittS, had gotten injured, complications had set in, and the poor animal had died. There were tensions with the clans (set forth at bewildering length by both "William" and "Bonnie"). They had a couple of pairs of kits from the days when "William’s" twin was still alive, whom they managed to raise, albeit with a struggle, but since Tshhshuh-kittS had sustained his fatal injury on the way home from a wlkatar, and those things happen only at wide and irregular intervals, it followed that "William" had been cold for a number of years when "Chester" appeared.
As they narrated it, the remnant wlko family were finished with the evening meal, one day, when they caught a monux scent. It was alarming, and the two wlko were apprehensively discussing what the best thing would be to do if confronted by a herd of monuxes, but then the the only thing that came into the clearing was a very young pony, hesitant, timid, and alone. "Chester".
He appeared to be about eight years old. (Monux males are sexually mature at three and a half or four, and full-grown at six.) Keeping his distance, he apologized for the intrusion. He was lost, he said. He was hungry (and looked thin), but more thirsty. Might they be wlkos? Is this where they lived? And so on.
"Bonnie" had secret conversations with her man. Was this what monuxes were like? Her understanding–
"William" reassured her he’d never met a solitary monux, or any pony at all that conducted himself like this one.
It had been "Bonnie’s" idea, as they told it. She urged–"it was more like begging", she corrected, with a laugh–her long-cold mate to use the monux colt to "make him a man". It worked, though by no means on the first try. The wlko couple were vastly pleased, and "Chester" settled in as a regular co-mate.
Mostly, he penetrated "William", though (as "Bonnie" said, with a note of pride) he did service her. Not as often as she would like. What was really odd, though neither "Bonnie" nor "William" was as aware of the oddity as I was, was that "Chester" insisted that "William" treat him like a wlko co-mate. Coupling with a monux was something that had never ooccurred to "William", intellectually; nevertheless, without even thinking, he’d pressed the first erection the pony "gave him" against his benefactor’s anus and was into him before either animal could react to what was happening. "William" claimed, though it seems hard to believe (given how protracted wlko copulation is), that when he became alive to what he had done he experienced something like panic. But "Chester", so far from reacting in any of the several extreme monukhoid ways that "William" had anticipated, held their bodies together tightly, pressing on "William’s" rump to keep the wlko in his rectum, making a deep noise in his throat. Finally he said that it had been "beautiful", repeating the word over and over. He was fully erect himself, it seems, and easily penetrated "William" again, from the front (most remarkably), i.e. wlko style. "William’s" anus and rectum were still liberally lubricated by the pony’s own ejaculate, from twenty minutes earlier.
"I hurt him", volunteered "Chester", looking uncomfortable. "I got sort of carried away."
Having witnessed the encounter between "Perry" and "Drushka" and a herd of monux bachelors, I surmised that "Chester" was referring to fully inserting his erection into "William".
"Listen, I didn’t mind!" "William" said, quickly, taking "Chester’s" hand. "And anyway he doesn’t do it very often."
"How many times a day do you want it?" "Chester" asked, with obviously mock indignation.
"Silly boy" said "William", "I was talking about you hurting me", and gave a playful little tug on "Chester’s" nipple ring.
Indeed, it was obvious from many indications that "William" for his part was not averse to being penetrated by "Chester", and given the peculiar wlko physiology, "Chester" would have had the whip-hand, since whatever "William’s" feelings about coupling with a monux, if the pony didn’t top him every day or two he would be left impotent. By my observation, however, "Chester" usually sodomized "William" twice or three times a day, not rarely in fairly quick succession, but I am certain that there were many couplings I did not observe, either because they took place in the dark, or somewhere else. (Fn 58)
In my two months at that family site I observed only one coupling between the monux and "Bonnie". The men had just had sex, "William" having spent 17 minutes and 25 seconds between penetration and ejaculation into "Chester’s" rectum. The sexual bout was perhaps two or three minutes longer than the usual, probably because "William" had coupled with "Bonnie" a little less than an hour earlier. This may also, for two reasons, account for "Chester’s" decision to share his erection with "Bonnie’s" vagina rather than "William’s" rectum. First, even a young and healthy (and affectionate) wlko has his sexual limits, and both the wlko and his monux co-mate had testified that they got pleasure out of the pleasure of their sexual partner. Second, having so recently been penetrated by his co-mate, "Bonnie’s" vagina would still be lubricated to a degree.
I was sitting and conversing with "Bonnie" as we watched the males copulating, and the youngest kits were climbing over both of us in their play. "Bonnie" said something like "Oh, my", and I followed her gaze and saw "Chester" walking slowly toward us, tail slowly switching, his penis fully erect (as it had been since even before "William" penetrated him), an image at once absurd and daunting.(Fn 59) She glanced at me and muttered "Excuse me for a few moments, please, Mr Roper; I have something to do." It did not take me long to comprehend, but "Bonnie" seemed to know what was happening from the time "Chester" stood up. As he came toward us I heard her saying, in a very low voice, things like "Oh, yes, oh pony, oh yes, come on, my pony, come on boy" [using, jarringly, the Wlko word for a sexually active male too young to marry–with whom it is flatly taboo for a parent to have sexual relations]. She shifted position, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her thighs. The pale pink of her vulva contrasted with the mahogany of the hkshihh-stained fur. The pony stopped when he was standing between her legs, and lowered himself first to his knees and then went on all fours, and briefly nuzzled her cheeks and neck; but his real interest was her groin, whose dark red fur testified to her husband’s sexual condition. "Chester" positioned himself to lick her inguen. (Fn 60) This he did very thoroughly. His attentions were demonstratively appreciated by the wlkwy, who muttered and growled and purred continuously as he worked. He licked everything he could reach–her inguinal pads, her thighs, her vulva. Equid tongues are very different from felid ones–an equid can stick its tongue deep into its own nostrils. In any case, while I’d often seen wlkon grooming the genital region of wlkwim, I’d never seen one actually insert his tongue into the vagina. It would not be practical in any case owing to the roughness of the wlko tongue. "Chester" was doing just that with his tongue, however, making an obvious effort to push in as much of it as possible, and furthermore, from the movement of the muscles of his throat and jaw, it wasn’t just passive insertion. And for her part, "Bonnie" definitely enjoyed the sensations, on the basis of her purring and vocalizations. (Fn 60)
After just over seven minutes of this, "Chester" shifted position and very carefully brought the black glans of his penis to "Bonnie’s" vulva and, without effort that I could detect, watched intently as the organ penetrated her to a depth of rather less than half the length of his erection. He then lowered himself slowly on to her body, manifestly taking care not to disturb the distance of the insertion of his penis. "Bonnie" was speaking softly and sibilantly on the order of: "Yes big boy, yes kitten, a little more, that’s right, a little more–a little more, ah! OK, big boy, yes, that’s right, OK". The male animal was lying with his waist, more or less, between the female’s upraised thighs; if it had been a wlko sex-partner, his pelvis would have been between her thighs. The difference was accounted for by the fact that the female’s vagina was unable to accommodate more than half of a penis very much longer than a wlko organ.
Then, after several repetitions of "that’s right" from the wlkwy, the most extraordinary thing happened: the two reversed position. Once she was lying firmly on the monux’s body, the female commenced a decidedly vulcoid copulatory motion, i.e., a kind of squirming. This was manifestly stimulating the female’s inguinal pads, and presumably was intended to do so. She was firmly clutching the pony’s mane and her tail was tightly coiled around the root of the male animal’s tail. She was purring and licking his face and ears. This required some effort on her part, as the pony was many cm shorter than she in the first place, and only about a half or a little less of his disproportionate masculinity was within her vagina. Given the litheness of these animals, though, the effect was one of muscular grace rather than awkwardness or contortion. Moreover, they both were clearly on a high sensual plane. The male was making noises in his throat something like equid nickering, but lower-pitched; the wlkwy’s purring made her rhythmic moans sound warbly, and twice during the process the purrs themselves rose in volume to the point where they were clearly audible from where I sat. These I took to signal "Bonnie’s" orgasms.
The couple made these gingerly, quasi-copulatory movements for six minutes and twelve seconds, with two brief pauses. Then, after a momentary stiffness in which muscles stood out strongly on the pony’s sides and in his thighs, he uttered a long, hollow groan that sounded like something that would be uttered by an animal of much larger size. There were five spasms of violent shivering movements over his whole frame. Then they lay quietly, for four minutes and 27 seconds, before "Bonnie" apparently signaled the end of the act by curling down and licking "Chester’s" muzzle two or three times; the two of them rolled over again so that the male was on top, whereupon he immediately uncovered the cat–first slowly straightening his arms and then standing up. His penis, when it pulled out of the cat’s vagina, was slack and hanging down, but was still on the order of 30 cm long. With a deep, husky sigh he turned and ambled down to the water in a relaxed way and waded in, splashing around but mainly busy rinsing his face and his genitals.
His co-mate "William" had been lying some 15 meters away, head propped up on one elbow, watching. The dark red fur of his penis sheath and scrotum were glistening with hkshihh, but since he was not actually erect it was unknowable whether a fresh discharge of hkshihh had been brought forth by the spectacle of the pony/wlkwy coupling, or whether his pelt was still wet from his own sexual bout in the rectum of that same pony, some minutes earlier.
Although the copulation was astonighingly prolonged for a monux (or any other equid), it was brief by wlko standards. Nevertheless, "Bonnie" had plainly been through an exhausting experience. She lay motionless on her back for some while after "Chester" quit her, sighing from time to time, and finally (with a particularly deep sigh) she pulled herself upright, shook her head, rolled it around as if her neck were stiff, and said to me, in matter-of-fact tones, patting her abdomen a couple of times, "Oh, my. Oh, yes. That was–that was so beautiful. With that boy fucking you, you really know you’re getting a fuck. There’s only one drawback", she said, with a look, as she got on her knees. "What comes out of those pony-nuts of his leaves you absolutely full of the most appalling goo!"
Fn 58. The beasts were fond of copulating in the water, much more than wlkon co-mates in my observation. I speculate it had something to do with lubrication. On dry land, "Chester" would commonly use ksehmhhss fruit. This is a gourd-like fruit of a medium-sized tree, borne all year long. The fruiting bodies are smooth, pale green, and cylindrical, and about 14 cm long. When ripe, the flesh surrounds innumerable very small, black, perfectly round seeds. The flesh is nutritious but subacid and insipid, and is used in wlko diet only in conjunction with sour dressings and the like. The flesh is also puddingy and very soft but, being coherent, has a slimy, mucilaginous quality. (For a complete botanical and ecological account, see Sinsler and Bustamante drac3-1.0020g.) It is possible to evert a ksehmhhss fruit so that the flesh is on the outside. Then, "Chester" would smear a little of the ksehmhhss flesh on his erect penis, which would make it possible for him to slip the everted fruit over the end of the penetralia, exactly as "cold" wlkon use the fruit to lubricate their rectal dildos. Penetrating "William" with a ksehmhhss-sheathed penis was without evident effort on "Chester’s" part or discomfort on "William’s" (who was purring loudly from the first dilation of his anal sphincter). The ksehmhhss, whether used by a monux or used on a dildo, disintegrates well before the end of the sexual act, but the coherent pulpy matter continues to provide lubrication.
Penetrating "William" within an hour of an earlier ejaculation (a frequent occurrence) needed no artificial lubricant. Perhaps two hours after coupling, the remaining ksehmhhss flesh was voided by "William", along with traces of monux semen.
When coupling in water, the pony would cover the cat equid-style, standing behind him and holding his neck in his teeth, though wrapping his arms around the cat’s body and holding their trunks tightly together, unlike anything I witnessed in the monux/wlko encounter detailed in Appendix A. Having witnessed several of these, I realized that the pony was not only touching the wlko’s genitals (as was obvious), but manipulating his inguinal nipples. Unless the two were standing in shallow water, one could not, of course, verify the intromission visually; but even when direct observation of the organs themselves was impossible or indistinct, the indirect evidence for penetration and ejaculation was unmistakable.
When coupling on land, "Chester" addressed his co-mate wlko-style, face to face. Given their difference in stature, and given that the pony inserted only about a third of his penis into the wlko’s rectum, an uninformed observer would surely think that the wlko was merely caressing and comforting the pony who was lying cheek to chest, rather than being sodomized by him.
I only once observed "Chester" inserting the full length of his penetralia into his wlko co-mate. Other evidence suggested that it was particularly passionate coital experience for him. At what I took to be "Chester’s" climax he whinnied loudly and I observed the muscles standing out strongly all over both animals’ bodies. As they lay quietly for a moment, I noted with surprise that "Chester’s" pelvis was wedged between "William’s" thighs in an uncharacteristic way. "William" was breathing heavily. He licked the pony’s face several times and said, quietly, still holding tightly to his mane, "Chester, you hurt me"; and the pony, who was always mild-mannered and gentle, was apologetic. "Do you want me to empty you? [withdraw my penis]" he asked, To my surprise, "William" said, "No."
I asked "William" about it later. He said, in substance, that taking the monux’s whole penis was very painful, but once it was all the way inside him it was a complicated feeling. Painful, to be sure, and very; but there was something else, too. And "Chester" gets so excited at these times that "his heart bursts out of his ribs", as "William" put it, and added that it was good to make "Chester" so happy. "I’m glad he does it only once in a while", he remarked, after a bit. "It’s a shock. Taking that thing, I mean. And then I ache for a long time." He commented that his sex-life had improved when "Chester" discovered for himself that (in substance) he the pleasure he got when the wlko’s "third hand" was gripping the glans of his penis, i.e., when the organ was far from fully inserted. And "William" used the word "gentle" in almost every sentence when talking about his co-mate, a surprising term for a muscular young "walking erection" whose rude notions of sex in all dimensions I’d observed for myself.
Fn 59. Prof. Zhukhov, quoted above (fn. 44) regarding the "infantile joke" of the hipparion erection, added that it can be argued that, fuctionally speaking, any male animal’s bones, muscles, limbs, brain, internal organs, and so on, are nothing but an elaborate apparatus for supporting and transporting the genitalia about and, from time to time, arranging to transmit semen from the appended testicles into a female vagina. In the case of an erect hipparion, he continued, the "grotesque disproportion" between the beast’s frame and the size of his erection and testes rendered any such philosophizing unnecessary. It was obvious, he said, to even casual observation, that a hipparion was a body attatched to a penis and not the other way around. As "Chester" walked toward us, I was reminded of this jest.
Fn 60. I doubt very much that this monux was interested in wlkwy vagina for conventionally sexual reasons. His behavior is more likely attributable to at least three other motivations. First, the pre-coital pleasure it manifestly gave "Bonnie" (whom he appeared to genuine love). Second, habit–even when the fruit-skin was available for sodomizing "William", by way of foreplay the pony would repeatedly insert his tongue into the wlko’s anus. This too may have had something to do with shared pleasure–the pony was silent now, with "Bonnie", but when playing with "William’s" anus in this fashion he continuously made deep-pitched noises in his throat, like a kind of rolling moan, and "William" hissed and purred and lolled his head around and pulled on the pony’s ears and mane. But (third) it is at least as likely to have been connected with lubricating the male’s receptacle. And lubrication was pertinent to coupling with a wlko female, too. In any case, when "Chester" was finally ready for coitus, "Bonnie’s" inguinal region and the insides of her thighs were soaking wet with monux saliva which, to judge from its ropiness, was thick and probably slippery.
R A W D A T A
[Notes from conversations with Chester. Transcribed and translated, with preliminary editing, from a sippan microtrac recording.]
I was just a kid, but I knew one thing already: I wasn’t ever going to plug a mare’s cunt. Not in a harem. Well, look at me. I’m just little. A runt. Have you seen what a committee of my stallions looks like? Yeah, well, then you know. None of them look like me. It’s like I never even grew up.
But, funny thing, I don’t think I noticed that. At first. I guess every boy just thinks that some day, somehow, he’ll have big thighs and shoulders, like his fathers. It took a little while for me to realize the only way a runt like me’d ever plug a mare would be if she and me were the last monuxes alive.
No. It was before that, even. I just felt different. The other boys would beat off and I’d beat off. But the difference was they were giggling about cunt, and all the wlko faggots they’d juiced in, and looking forward to the next gang fuck with the cat-queers. Me, I was looking at the other boys. I never saw a boy with a boner except I got one myself. They kind of teased me, called me hot-dick, lightning-hard, fire-stick, "Saahhtalh [his monux name] the-ever-ready-pony", stupid stuff like that.
One day a couple of these wlko guys did come to us, with kvass and some presents, and it seemed we were supposed to fuck them. Their assholes. I was either the youngest or next to youngest, I forget which, so my turn wouldn’t come for a while. I just watched. It was torture. Watching guys fucking guys. Pretty guys. They were so sweet and nice and gentle. Like horses, a little, but different, graceful. I was so excited I just came. Just came. I wasn’t even beating off. Wasn’t touching myself. Honest. I don’t think anyone saw. A couple of the other boys jerked off, but me, I just got too excited. One of them, I remember, got himself hard again soon enough to be that last one to leave his juice in one of the wlkos. Me, I thought I’d die. I’d never seen anything so exciting. And when I put my own horn into that cat’s ass, I really thought I’d died. It wasn’t like using your hand at all. And the second fuck was as, well, um, as amazing as the first. If mares are anything like that, I remember thinking, no wonder the stallions do nothing all day but wait around for their next turn to use a deep [i.e., receptive] cunt.
One day, when I was about five and a half, it hit me. Us bachelors were just watching all the stallions fuck this one mare, a filly actually. The wind was right, the other bachelors were sniffing and snorting and muttering stuff like, "Man, oh man, smell that cunt! Wouldn’t you like to plug that sweet hole, better than wlko pussy-boy any day", and so on. I was beating off, too, just like them, but I wasn’t listening. I was looking. The stallions, they were all standing around, sticking out to here, dripping SkhtuS [he used the Wlko word] and taking turns topping her. Those big dicks, under her tail and into her. Thud! I was looking at their thighs and big butts. Their big nuts. Watching them shiver when they came, their muscles twitching all over their bodies. Then, all of a sudden, when I was juicing, myself–for the second or third time, who knows–I caught myself thinking, I wanted that.
Not exactly the same as what all the bachelors were thinking, I guess: they wanted "that", too. The filly. They kept saying things like how good it would feel to soothe raw, hot meat in a wet cunt. They might as well have been talking your language, Mr Roper, for all the impression it made on me. Me, I wanted something else. I wanted a stallion. I almost fainted just thinking about what it would feel like to have one of those beautiful creatures put his cock–I mean–and then–
In a heartbeat I really almost fainted. For a different reason.
It hit me what– [he broke off and was silent for several minutes, looking at the ground]. It hit me what I was. And I was miserable. Look, the life of a monux bachelor isn’t much. I’m a hundred times better off with these people, William and Bonnie and the kits. Gosh, they’re cute, the kits. All of them. I didn’t know you could even live like this. I mean all gentle and quiet, no boasting and snorting and the taunts– [Another long pause] I love William so much. I swear, I could use his ass ten times a day, if he’d let me. I love that fur of his. Soft. Not like this– [he plucked at the short coat on his chest]. The first time he slid his black into my ass, Mr Roper, I nearly fainted with bliss. And it’s gotten better and better. He’s a fucking machine. Bonnie’s beautiful, and she’s so–well, I don’t remember anything like her at home. Not even my own mother. Maybe when I have my face between her thighs it’s a little like nursing when I was a colt. I like the feeling. And Bonnie–well, you’ve seen us together–?
[Sighs, and another long pause, more tranquil than the first.] I wonder, sometimes, Mr Roper, how many of the bachelors are like me. Maybe even a stallion. There was some story–maybe it was just a story, I don’t know, but I want to believe it–about some monuxes to the west, stationed over between Egg Island Lake and Six Springs Lake. Story has it they somehow found a couple of stallions fucking one another. Not even bachelors. Stallions. They did horrible things to them. They kept doing horrible things to them until they died. Just because–just for– [A pause of some minutes]
The other bachelors would talk about it and laugh and go on and on about what they would have done to those two if they had a chance to. Maybe it was just a story, though. [Long pause.]
Well, one day I got so miserable I couldn’t stand it. I was going to kill myself. I figured it was only a matter of time before someone figured me out. Anyhow, I felt so conspicuous. I had to believe that it was obvious to just about everyone. That I wanted–wanted–males. And if I had to die, I decided I’d do it myself, rather than have a bunch of thugs chopping my cock and balls out by the roots and kicking me in the face. So I ran away. To kill myself.
[Laughs softly.] But that was just one more dumb thing. Running away was the easy part. I couldn’t figure out what I was supposed to do next. How to kill myself, I mean. Even where. I decided I’d have to starve myself to death. That was harder to do than I thought. I guess it didn’t work. I got pretty thin, but I didn’t actually die.
I was getting there, though. I was getting there. It wouldn’t have been too much longer. My downfall [laughs] was passing downwind of William and Bonnie’s site, here. They’d been having dinner. Monuxes are no great shakes in the cookery department anyway. It smelled so good, and I was so hungry, and, well, the next thing I knew I was standing right over there, under that tree, with William and Bonnie looking at me with these huge eyes, like I was a spirit. [Long pause.]
Beautiful animals. Such beautiful–I thought William was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my whole life.
[Another long silence.] I didn’t know the first thing about sex, naturally. Wlkon [he snorted and laughed at the same time], they’re practically born fucking. Watching stallions fuck mares isn’t exactly sex. I knew how to make myself come. That was sex, for me. Ten times a day, whatever. But even a whole lot of nothing much is still nothing much. My one experience with white wlkon–you know what I mean by that? White-nuts wlkon?–yes, well, it only made it worse. I’d heard the older bachelors talk about it. They explained over and over about how for the best thrill, you should only put like yea much of your meat into a wlko’s butt. They talked about this "third hand" thing in there, which I didn’t really get.
Well, like I say, it was incredibly beautiful, fucking those cats. And now I know what the other ponies were talking about. It didn’t make sense then, though, and I’d noticed for myself that most of the guys that fucked those two wlkos, I mean wlkon, gave them the whole unit. And those ponies seemed to be enjoying themselves! Yeah, plenty.
Not the cats. You could see there was something wrong. It bothered me. It tore at me; they were so beautiful and I didn’t like the idea of hurting them. It worried me because the other bachelors keep saying that the wlko are faggots, real slime, want to be fucked in the ass by a pony, and so on. Giving them what their ugly butts wanted. But it didn’t look like that. I was too excited at the time, but when I thought about it it worried me, because I was afraid that if I got what I thought I wanted and it was horrible, what would I do? What could I do?
Look, I’ve never been fucked [the term for male/female copulation] by a monux and never fucked one. Male or female. I’d still like to, some day. I know I never will. My first try at fucking William was a real disaster. [Sighs.] I was so embarrassed. I really hurt him, I think, and I didn’t make him a man. But it was an incredible thrill for me. Stupid and awkward. But it really brought home to me that beating off is pretty miserable by comparison. My first fuck with William, I mean. I don’t count that time with the two white-nuts wlkon.
And then William took me in hand. Taught me. When to stop putting it in. Nothing like fucking a mare, I guess. It wasn’t more than this far into him. But it really was better. It felt special. It felt like there was something inside, there, that was holding my dick. [He formed the thumb and fingers of one hand into a loose tube, as if for masturbation.] It was so beautiful! I didn’t think it was at all fair for him to gripe at me, just because I juiced like that [gesture]. It was all his fault. He made me snap. I was so hot. Anyhow, I thought that the beautiful feeling was just what it felt like to have a dick inside someone, but I decided I wasn’t just imagining it. Fucking Bonnie’s cunt didn’t feel the same way at all. It’s beautiful, fucking Bonnie. She–well, she does stuff that gets me all hot, without making me come right away. But it was definitely different.
You ever fucked a wlko? Well, I have to tell you it’s beautiful. I can’t describe it. And then when I put my tongue in his ass, I really found out something. Strange! Go through the asshole real easy, after licking around it a little. William purring like he’s going to blow the top of his head off, and in I go, real easy like I say, and then, hunh, there’s this thing in there, this thing holding on to my tongue! Well, not really. I mean, I wasn’t like stuck or anything. Bonnie tells me his face is just something to see, when I have my tongue up him. Well, I’ll never know, that’s for sure. [Chuckles.] Look, you’ve watched William and me fuck a couple hundred times. You notice anything? Yeah. Right. He does, doesn’t he? It’s so beautiful. And he certainly acts like it’s something special. You could drown in that stuff, what do they call it, hkshihh. I’ve even made him come, shoot that SkhtuS stuff all the way to his own face. Just by working his ass with my tongue, I mean. [He stuck out his tongue. It was dark purple and what was exposed was, I believe, bigger than any wlko penis I had ever seen.] Once in a while, anyway. Sometimes I think that "hand" thing will never let me go. That would be something! Ouch! And as for me, a couple of minutes into fucking him, the feel of his insides clamping down on my meat, well, it just about makes me come, every time.
Have I told you this before? It was a different story, the first time I took William into me. Like I say, wlko know everything there is to know about fucking. So when that man linked to me I recognized something. Something that was familiar. It had never ever happened to me before–but still it was familar. William swears he can feel me juice. I mean, not just that he knows I’m coming, he can feel the SkhtuS leaving my body. I can’t say I do the same, when he fucks me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t tell when his balls snap. And when he came, that very first time, I came too. Right there, between our bodies. It was so exciting. I’d never felt anything like that in my life. It was so beautiful. He made my whole body feel so beautiful.
I love them so much. They’re–well, I love them. I should fuck Bonnie more, I know. I know she likes it. William thinks I’m a pretty sad excuse for a co-mate, I know that. [Sighs.] I do try to be good about it. It’s not that it isn’t fun–after she nearly ripped off my ears the first time I tried to fuck her [laughs]. I guess I did it wrong. I had a few things to learn. Boy. And you saw how she is. She likes it now. I sometimes think she likes me even more than she likes William. For fucking, I mean. Did she say? Did she tell you she gets more of a thrill from my fuck or William’s? –Oh.
Well, like I say, I’d really like to fuck a monux guy some day. He wouldn’t even have to be a faggot. I’d actually prefer it, I think. I’d prefer to fuck a total guy. [An angry look.] One of those pinhead bachelors and all their stupid stuff about fucking mares, with calluses on their cocks from beating off and totally useless hulik [testicles]. And talking stupid, nasty stuff about what they’d like to do to queers. To people like me.
The monux’s testimony makes it unnecessary to speculate about whether there is such a thing as homosexuality among Monux hipparion. One might go further and say that it is hard to imagine a wlko family group that includes a male monux except in cases where the pony’s sexual orientation is perverted, i.e. attracted to the idea and practice of anal intercourse with other males for the same reason that, say, human homosexuals are reputed to be. This is quite unlike any wlko sexual urges.