He lead the way over another dune and the ground underfoot became more rocky, before us lay a small oasis, really just a smallish, shallow pool of water rather than the grand palm tree fringed edifice I'd always imagined from boyhood tales of The Arabian Knights. Beside it a small herd of goats milled about and a cluster of tents fluttered in the hot breeze. Well I'd been right about the goats.

Hassan proved the perfect host. His two elderly servants took our horses (but not before I'd made sure that Sara had got a good pat and a whispered word of thanks) served us sweet coffee and the Sheikh and I chatted about flying and other small talk.

Later after we had eaten (and yes, it was goat on the menu!) we sat in the open awning of his tent in front of a fire lit to ward of the night chill of the desert; the conversation turned to horses. Hassan seemed interested in my little herd at home, my miniature mare in particular. As the night drew on I began to suspect that his questions were getting a little close to the mark and my sixth sense that can usually spot a "fellow traveller" at a hundred paces started to quiver.

"Tell me," he said at last, "what do you think of 'Ibn Awaasif?"

"She's quite something. I like her very much." I answered coyly.

"You rode her well, almost as though you were meant for each other."

"Well I did sense that she liked me from when we met, we just took to each other. I must say she's very well behaved. She understands people very well."

"Ah, I raised her myself, here in the desert. She is the daughter of my mare and I take a special care of my children."

There it was! Whoop, whoop, whoop! Condition Red! Bikini state Black! DefCon 1... One ZooBird in positive track... Confidence is high at this time. I say again, Confidence IS high!

"Your children?" I raised an eyebrow.

He smiled back, "Oh yes, she is my child as much as my son who will be Sheikh after me. All my horses are special to me, as they are to you." With that he clapped his hands and I watched entranced as our two mares rounded the tent flap and wandered over to where we sat.

"Do not concern yourself, My Friend. I have friends in your Government and they are happy to supply me with all kinds of information. They know about my tastes as they know about yours."

I smiled, wondering for a moment just how many people knew. Wondering stopped however when Sara drew level with me and lowered her head to my face, snuffling at me.

"Hello beautiful," I whispered and reached up to scratch her nose. She harrumphed at me in return and nuzzled my mouth with her own soft lips. Almost involuntarily I began to nuzzle her back, lapping at her, our lips and tongues meeting for a moment. Softly she breathed at me, her warm horse-breath smoky and rich in my nostrils. I breathed back so that she could smell me too, reaching up to caress the firm line of her jaw, the soft, short hairs slipping under my fingers.

Then the moment was over, she raised her head but looked down on me, firelight reflected from the depths of her eyes.

"Lover?" I whispered.

She replied with a snort and stepping beside me she lay down on the richly patterned Bedouin carpet. I looked over to Hassan. His mare had already lain down and he caressed her neck. With that sixth sense that tells men when someone is looking at them he turned to look at me. "She is yours, My Brother. She wants you."

I smiled in return, no words were necessary.

Sara lay beside me now, forelegs tucked away neatly, her coat shining in the glow of firelight. If I wasn't hard before I most certainly was now, she was beautiful, exquisite. Her coat took on the glimmer of flickering light, shining with its own inner fire. Her fine head turned to look at me, long lashed dark eyes beckoning me to her side, to touch her, to be with her.

I began at the base of her ears, half scratching, half massaging them. My lover at home always enjoyed this and Sara did too, her neck stretching out, a soft snort of contentment echoing her pleasure. Slowly I moved down her neck, stroking and massaging her softly, whispering to her how beautiful she was and how much I lusted after her. As though she understood me she turned her head and nuzzled my crotch, her nose pushing through the folds of the Arabic robes. She seemed quite expert at it and I began to realise that this was not the first time that she had done this. I continued to caress her, stripping the folds of cloth from around me at the same time, my hands roaming across my withers as she pushed aside the folds of my clothing with her nose, helping me undress. A warm breath drifted across my cock, she'd found what she was looking for. With a soft groan I lay across her back, my cheek pressed against her warm neck, breathing her warm mare scent in deeply, bathing in her warmth, her luxuriance. Sara nuzzled down into my cock and balls, velvet soft lips pressing against my tender flesh. With infinite care I felt her lay her tongue upon me, wet and wide as it lashed across the tip of my straining cock; again she licked, pressing my manhood against my thigh. I moaned in pleasure at her gentle touch, her ears twitching in response to my cries and another wet lick bathed my cock and balls. My need for her grew with each touch of her talented tongue upon me, with each breath of her heady scent.

Slowly I pulled away from her, rubbing my hand down her flanks to her belly. She looked up and over a shoulder at me, firelight glimmering in her ebony eyes, framing her delicate femininity in a radiant halo, an angel of horsekind, a divine prescience upon the earth. "My turn to please you," I whispered at her. To my surprise she rolled over a little further, her hind leg coming up into the air.

"Get between her legs," I heard Hassan call me quietly, "she's fond of... that." He gasped mid sentence and I peered over Sara's barrel. My host knelt behind his own mare, her tail raised and held in his hands as he entered her, making love with long steady strokes. He obviously is a man who doesn't like to waste any time, either that or his mare needed him more urgently than mine did.

Returning to Sara I lay down beside her, wriggling close so that our bellies touched, hide to flesh, warm and comforting. Bending my head down to between her legs I lapped gently at the two little teats that nestle there, their black skin standing out against her white hair. Taking them into my mouth I suckled at her, first one, then the other. Her scent was all around me now, her warmth enveloped me like a womb; for a moment our souls touched and merged once more and sucked at her like a colt foal, her foal, returning to the mother who nourished me, to the mother who gave me life. In that moment of bliss, our bodies pressed tight against each other, I lost myself to her, she was my dam, I her foal and instinctively we knew that this was meant to be.

But a colt foal grows to a stallion, with a stallion's drive and needs. Sara nudged my rump, disturbing my dreams of warm mother's milk and soft straw-strewn beds. I took my hint and moved around her, edging forwards between her legs, careful not to put too much pressure on her. Slowly my tongue traced a route from her teats to her cunt, tasting the salty traces of sweat there until at last her treasure was before me, mottled pink against the whiteness of her thighs. Breathing her mare's scent deeply I planted two light kisses on her lips, paying homage at her altar. With a sigh I licked gently at the velvet lips before me, along the length of her cunt, tasting her sweet readiness. It's hard, almost impossible to describe how she tasted, how any mare tastes: a golden, warm taste of sweet hay and smoke aged wood, beautiful and heady.

As I lapped at her she snorted, her cunt flashing at me, the bottom of the lips curling upwards, the pink insides shining with her juices mine to see. A little spurt of her cream splattered onto my face, sending me wild with lust. With a snarl I buried my face in her, my tongue plunging between her lips and deep into her crevice, lapping at the honeyed walls within, bathing in her fluids. I felt her roll back, pinning me firmly to the ground but not crushing me. Reaching up I held her haunches, my tongue never leaving her beautiful cunt, darting this way and that, drinking her down like wine. With a little wriggle closer to her my tongue found her clit and, lips pursed, I sucked on it, setting of a trembling spasm through Sara's body. Her lips winked again, seeming to pull me closer into her willing cavern, her taste exquisite, a beautiful heady musk. My hands roamed the soft hair of her rump, clung to her firmness, her scent filling me, enveloping me in pleasure. With each wink I felt her body tremble, her whole frame shudder in the throes of every little orgasm as my tongue and lips played on her. Her warm body lay atop me, weighty and comforting my body crushed against hers, my cock hard against her heat, feeling her tremble.

In time I felt her gave a great shudder and a soft sigh, the tenseness in her body relaxing, breaking like a sea wave upon the shores of lust. I knew that she must have come, I'd never had a horse ever do that with me before, in fact I'd heard it was impossible but there, in the light of the dying fire of a Bedouin camp of an Arab prince, my lover and I shared her moment of bliss, its fire touching the core of my being. A glow seemed to spread from her, wrapping itself around us, drawing me closer, closer, into her very being to let me taste her pleasure. Slowly she rolled from me. With a last glance I moved from her cunt and lay beside her, head to head, feeling a slight pain in my ribs where she'd lain on me. Cradling her neck in my arms she laid her head upon my chest, her warm breath brushing care of the ache there away. Hassan seemed to have left us alone, he and his mare nowhere to be seen.

We lay together for a while; the canopy of stars above us, the soft crackle of the lowering fire and the distant tinkle of the goats' bells by the oasis a gentle music of the night. I could have wanted for nothing else, my lover newly found lying beside me, I stroking her cheek, each looking into the eyes of the other, speaking in the language without tongues, speaking of things that no tapestry of words could convey even if it were spun with silk from the lips of the finest poets. Softly she moved her fine head downwards, ears flicking seductively, warm breath washing over my cock like a desert wind. Again she lapped at me, wide and wet, bringing my cock to hardness. Groaning I grasped a handful of her mane, my back arching and she licked my cock. As I collapsed back onto the carpet with a sigh our gaze met again and I knew it was time.

Swiftly I rose and moved down across her, rubbing by body against her flanks, half crawling, half rolling down her body to her rump. Sara's tail flicked high into the air, a silken white fountain, bright and shining in the gathering dark, a beacon to guide my lust. I slid behind her, running my fingers through her tail. Her cunt winked seductively at me as I caressed her tail, my hands falling to her snowy hindquarters, tracing the line of her hind leg, feeling her power. Her head raised she looked over her shoulder, her eyes willing me on. I smiled at her,

"You are hungry aren't you, do you want something?" Her snort was almost a laugh, the toss of her head most certainly was.

I edged forwards to her, taking my cock in my hand I touched its tip to her lips; together we sighed at the contact, a flicker of lust trembling through out bodies. Gently I ran it over the gates to her paradise and she winked back at me, trying to pull me in. I couldn't resist her any longer and with a hand on her flanks I eased forwards, my cock slipping into her depths, her honeyed walls closing around me, caressing with her powerful muscles. Slowly I backed out and eased in again, starting a gentle rhythm, her cunt seemed to burn, wet and hot with her lust, lips flickering like flame, squeezing me tight, the ebb and flow of passion consuming us in lust's conflagration, each giving and receiving. Her delight was plain to me, I felt the pleasure flowing from her, her eyes glazing as she took me inside her, her cunt bathing me in her sweetness, silk caressing my aching cock in a pleasure that screamed for release. She snorted in her delight and I answered her, my eyes closed in a welter of sensation, my body hers and hers mine. We were together, lovers and beloved. I quickened pace, sliding in and out of her as she winked her cunt; smooth and deep I pleasured her until with a sigh it was time and my lust spilled into her willing cunt, our essences mingling, one creature out of two. Together.

I lay deep in her, slowly lowering myself to curl over her back, her softness under me, holding me up. After a time I slipped from her and we lay together side by side once more. Together we touched, caressing in the afterglow of love, affirmations of affection, nuzzles and cuddling in the desert night air. I pressed against her and she against me.

In time Hassan returned, his mare beside him.

"The first time should be special, something for you alone," he said. "You are well suited, I knew you would be."

"Thank you," I replied, "she is..." I rubbed her ears and she pushed a soft nose into my chest.".. something quite special."

"And she is yours now my brother. I am happy for her now. She will make a fine lover and will bear you many children."

"Inch' Allah," I replied, God Willing.

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Sara and I made love many times that weekend. I got my wish and she carried me as I rode her naked across the moonlit dunes, to lie and love together beneath the silent desert stars, our bond deepening, strengthening. Hassan was true to his word, within the week she had arrived in quarantine in England. The company were ecstatic that His Excellency had decided to buy not one but two of our aircraft and my Christmas bonus that year included a case of a particularly fine scotch. As I received it from the managing director she dropped a little hint as to the usefulness of my tastes to The Company.

"So how many zoophile heads of state are there then?" I asked, sotto voce.

She fixed me with that deliciously irritating smile of hers, "You would be surprised."

I daresay I would be too.

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Six months later, quarantine over, I brought her home, much to the delight of my human S.O. who went dewy eyed at her beauty and the thought of the stallion she hoped we would get from her, a stallion she intended to get to know very well. But more than this the delight was mine and that night, with the winter stars of Albion shining through her stable door we lay again together, lovers reunited again, her warmth against me and together we slid back to the desert sands of Araby.

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