Thor

Thor
By Mieren

Wufei cursed silently and hunkered down lower in his hiding place, nose wrinkling at the revolting smell assaulting his delicate senses. An informant had sent word to the scientists that an important exchange of classified data between an Oz traitor and a Romefeller spy would take place in the stables just outside the London base. Several officers had mounts here for recreational riding. While the stables were extremely well kept, he had never been exposed to equines before and hadn’t yet become accustomed to the smell.

The mission was simply to follow the Romefeller agent when he was in possession of the information, follow him to the base of operations, retrieve the data and blow up the base. Duo had originally been selected for the mission due to his abilities in stealth, infiltration and explosives. However, the braided pilot had returned from his prior mission at the same London base with a broken leg and had been taken off of actdutyduty for the next month. Instead, he was stationed with the Gundams, doing repairs and hacking information for the missions. The instructions he had forwarded Wufei had ended with a single emphatic order at the bottom of the page in all capital letters.

AVOID THOR.

The message had made little sense, but he decided to keep an eye out for Thor, whoever or whatever that was. He was startled from his thoughts by muffled speaking. Cursing again, he leapt from his hiding place and began quickly moving to the far end of the stables, his target having apparently chosen the point he bhe building furthest from him to exchange data with the Oz traitor.

Hearing the voices grow nearer to his position, he slowed to a halt near a corner in the building, listening closely. The men were speaking in low tones and he was unable to make out what they were saying. It was apparent that they were coming closer, so he glanced around quickly to find somewhere else to hide where he would have a chance to eavesdrop on their conversation as they passed by. His gaze settled on a large stall that housed an enormous quarter horse. He eyed the beast’s shimmering white coat, silvery gray mane and tail presenting a stunning contrast to its snowy hair. Sensing that he was being watched, the fourteen hundred pound animal turned a lazy blue-gray eye on him, closing the orb a moment later in apparent disinterest.

Hearing the men a few feet from the corner, Wufei vaulted over the gate and ducked out of view. While he was still in midair from his jump, his eyes landed oh the horse’s name over the stall door. Thor.

His first instinct was to jump back out of the stall and search for somewhere else to hide. Hearing the men just outside of the large enclosed area made him pause. He set his jaw stubbornly, refusing to endanger the mission because of a half-asleep, and apparently docile, horse. He glanced at the quarter horse again, eyes widening when he saw that it’s shoulder was several inches higher than he was tall. Thor opened both stormy blue-gray eyes and stared at him silently, taking a few steps closer to the new occupant of the stall. Escape would have seemed entirely reasonable if he hadn’t known that both men just outside were armed and such a movement would have him at an instant disadvantage.

Reluctantly, Wufei chose to face Thor instead of getting shot. When the massive white quarter horse simply snuffled him once within touching distance, the Chinese pilot relaxed and gingerly reached out one hand to scratch the beast’s jaw. The horse whuffled appreciatively and pressed its massive head into his hand. Wufei continued scratching for another few seconds before deciding that the animal was harmless.

Relieved, he turned to peek out between the tightly fitted slats, trying to catch a glimpse of the man he was to follow. Unable to see, he frowned and leaned over the bin holding fresh hay to press his face closer to the boards separating him from the two conversing men. He frowned, wondering why they were taking so long in exchanging information. Even being a few feet from them, he still couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Thor began nibbling at the edge of his loose tank top. Irritated, Wufei reached back and gently pushed the large muzzle away from him. Undaunted, the massive head returned, nipping insistently at his shirt and the edge of his pants, only to have Wufei shove him away again, frowning darkly.

Thoroughly convinced that Thor was harmless, he was mortally shocked when the massive snowy stallion locked his teeth around the waist of his pants and whipped his head downwards. The gun tucked in the waist of Wufei’s pants was thrown into the soft sawdust covering the floor. Only sheer training prevented him from going into an earsplitting rant right then and there.

Lunging for his gun with one hand, Wufei attempted to yank his loose white pants into order with the other. Both efforts were foiled when Thor reared onto his hind legs and pinned the Chinese pilot to the feeding bin with his enormous mass. No matter how he twisted and squirmed, Wufei was unable to reach a position to push the massive stallion off of himself where he was trapped bending over a large trough. His efforts were further hindered by the absolute necessity of remaining perfectly silent while less than a yard from two armed soldiers while he was utterly helpless.

Wufei’s breath caught in his throat when he felt an enormous blunt object pressing against the pale globes of his ass. Knowing implicitly what was prodding him, Wufei couldn’t help but glance back at the eighteen-inch monster pushing insistently against him. Mortified, he kicked out with all of his strength. The force of his blows went unnoticed by the massive stallion. Time froze as Thor pressed his gargantuan length forward, effortlessly passing past the protesting ring of muscle in its path. A silent scream escaped Wufei’s lips as he arched his back, trying to escape the monstrous invader without alerting the soldiers of his presence.

His desperate bucking served to unsettle Thor’s position for a few seconds, forcing the colossal white stallion to pause to regain his balance. The immense quarter horse dropped his weight down on the slender Chinese pilot, ceasing all movement, and began thrusting shallowly for several minutes. Through his pain, the raven-haired teen barely noticed when his target accepted a small disk and left quickly.

A small section of Wufei’s mind still functioned enough to tell him that his mission was about to fail if he couldn’t escape. The nearly three-quarter ton horse had him trapped and he knew with icy certainty that he could not escape until the animal released him. Reluctantly accepting the mission as a failure, he set about freeing himself from his pistoning mount. After struggling for several minutes, he realized the futility of his actions. The animal was too strong. Defeated, he slumped across the trough, willing his body to go limp to minimize the damage.

After another ten minutes, Wufei was growing accustomed to the gentle, shallow thrusts. Unwittingly, he relaxed further. Sensing the tentatively lessening tension in the form beneath him, Thor began to increase the length and power of his movements. The sudden increase in sensation caused Wufei to unwittingly buck against the trough, seeking some sort of friction for his erection. Ebony eyes widened in disbelief when he realized that his body was actually enjoying the ministrations forced upon it.

For several seconds, the Chinese pilot debated with himself. If he struggled, the large horse could easily hurt him. Submitting stung his honor. It was bad enough that he had ended up on bottom, but the fact that it was an animal plunging into his slender frame was almost too much to bear. Ignoring those two facts, he had to grudgingly admit that he was enjoying the feelings coursing through him. Ebony eyes closed as he made his decision.

Fully surrendering to the sensations overriding his mind, Wufei began rocking with the thrusts of the graceful beast behind him. He was suddenly tempted to shift his weight to one hand so he could reach back and stoke himself, but didn’t think that one arm could support the power of the stallion behind him. Deciding to keep himself braced with both arms, he began to shove back harder, now intensely aware of his erection pressing against his abdomen.

Unable to withstand the sensations rolling across his consciousness any longer, Wufei came forcefully onto his lower abdomen and tank top. He bit his lower lip fiercely to ensure he didn’t cry out. Reflexively, he tightened around the mammoth piece of flesh inside him, forcing Thor to come with him. Panting raggedly, Wufei was barely aware of the gigantic quarter horse pulling free of him, semen running down his thighs.

Still fighting to catch his breath, Wufei jerked his pants back into place, scrabbling in the sawdust for his gun. Despite his futile struggles to regain his composure, he was able to stagger out of the stables and to his motorcyhiddhidden in the trees. He was unable to keep from squirming on the trip back to the safe house as he leaked evidence of equine ecstasy on the leather seat.

* * *

“MAXWELL!!!”

“What?” Duo responded automatically, blinking in confusion at his Chinese companion as he stormed through the door, ebony eyes livid.

“Why the hell didn’t you warn me about this mission?” Wufei roared, fists clenching and eyes spitting obsidian fire.

“I did!” Duo protested. “I told you everything I knew!”

“Why didn’t you explain your warning about Thor?” Wufei bellowed, turning red from equal amounts of shame and rage. “Do you have any idea what he…”

Duo withered in his seat when the Chinese pilot trailed off, his violet eyes dropping to the floor in a mixture of mortification and remembered pain.

“Yeah, Wu. I knew,” he murmured. He looked up, amethyst eyes embarrassed and pleading. “How do you think I broke my leg?”

* * *

Treize smiled as he rewound the videotape and watched it again, navy eyes alight. He had been hoping to catch Duo Maxwell with Thor again, loving the knee-length fall of chestnut hair. It was decidedly a fetish of his. However, he was more than pleased with the results, the ebony-haired pilot much pas passionate than he would have ever imagined.

Smirking, he quickly allowed some information to slip to Dr. J, knowing that Heero would see it within a few minutes.

* * *

Heero called up the newest mission on his computer, cobalt eyes glinting. He quickly gathered his gear and headed out.

An Oz traitor was handing over information to a Romefeller spy inside the stables near a London base…



Owari.

This was done for my friend, Takilla. The idea popped into my head when she sent me a site involving… well, I’m not going to say what it involved. But there was something called ‘Thor’ on the site. It gave me the idea for this. Blame her, not me.

I know I’m a pervert, but R&R!