To Every Whorse a Threshold of Love

Caryn could hardly think straight in the early morning chill. She was feeling so sad that she had lost her companion, that for a time, she didn't even realize her companion had not lost her. As she slowly came to wakefulness, she discovered that Mora was working her over with amazing skill. Caryn could not begin to resist the wonderful feelings that this beautiful elf was lavishing upon her suddenly willing body. Mora's tongue, her hands, her very being, were driving Caryn insane with a lust she had never known before, and she suddenly knew that she would love this mare forever, and that they would always, if the goblins allowed it, be a mated pair and a team of war whorses to be proud of.

This was the first morning in a five day trip to the goblin's temporary town, as the entire goblin tribe was currently on the move. By the time the five days were over and the Goblin Town came into view, the two goblins and the two mares were in perfect harmony. Sigurd was supposed to represent Pongyre's interests at the main camp, but by the time they arrived, he was solidly in Tork's camp and his lover as well. Goblins had no females, and took loving where they found it. Bluebell and Starfire were thrilled by this development, since it gave every indication of allowing the two of them to stick together, at least for the foreseeable future. The goblins gave their mounts plenty of bonding time, and the newfound lovers took every advantage of their moments together. Bluebell was a thoughtful and romantic lover, while Starfire put the very fire of the stars into her every minute of their lovemaking. They quickly reached the point where they could not possibly imagine life without the other.

Sigurd and Tork did not just encourage their mounts, they reveled in their love for each other, even as they allowed their own love to grow. They knew without doubt that a lifetime bond of riders and mounts had been formed and would lead to a glorious future.

After enough time was spent in town, building their own future and securing the underling status of Pongyre, the loving foursome set out for the return to their troops in the field. Of course, given the change in circumstances, it would be necessary to approach the rendezvous circumspectly, to avoid tipping their hand to the sure-to-be-outraged Pongyre. They also did not go alone. Another forty goblins were eager to join with the new tribe favorites and seek some of the riches and spoils waiting to be plucked from the land. Between the truth as they told it, and the power of their new group, Pongyre would be forced into line as their underling. The future could look no brighter for goblins or their whorses, and none of them wished for anything to change.