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The spring evening was filled with the fresh scent of flowers and the first tinge of real warmth that Flinne had felt for the first time in months. The doe couldn't help but enjoy the feel of it and the sight of the rolling pastures were thick with growing grass and soon there would be spring flowers. It would be beautiful, especially for the small herd of horses that she had high hopes for. The frogs were singing sweetly, the sound of them bursting out loudly to echo around the pasture as she leaned against the railing of her porch and flicked her broad ears back. It was a perfect evening, a bit of peace before the breeding season began and she had to pair up the mares to be bred.

_Or at least it would be a peaceful night if it weren't for that damned pony. _ Flinne thought with an irritated growl, a sound that wasn't quite natural sounding on a mule deer, but she managed it anyway.

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"I'm just sayin' you need yourself a hired hand to really make this farm work, I mean, you're not doin' bad, but you're not doing that good a job compared to others." The source of her irritation said in a high handed voice that grated on her. "Not your fault, I mean, you're a deer and female, not a good rancher at all."

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"You don't say." Flinne answered with a dry tone of voice.

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Her neighbor, a damned irritating pony by the name of Vanir, had come to visit her again for the fourth time this week. The grey dappled little stallion was rather smug looking as he perched on the edge of her porch and reeked of whatever pheromone cologne he had decided to try out on her this time. Flinne had moved here just a few years after she had opened up a rather neat and successful vet practice, hoping to enjoy a farm of her own in her spare time. She had always loved warmbloods and this was a chance for her to breed from a champion line and train up her own line into something spectacular. The small patch of farmland she had picked had even been perfect for it, close to her practice and open enough that she could maintain a second barn for patients needing constant care.

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The downside came with her damned neighbor. Vanir had first shown up here the week after she'd moved in and decided to introduce himself. At first, she'd thought he was rather cute. He was a pony anthro, short and rather rounded looking with a thick black mane and tail that offset the pattern of dapples that ran over his body. His well shaped head was lively and his eyes bright, and he was also nearly her own size thanks to the fact he wasn't a towering hulk like most anthro horses she met. She should have had a congenial neighbor, except the young stallion was the most annoying creature she had ever come across.

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He had begun by being a bit flirty with her, but that hadn't stopped there, he had gotten more and more persistent about trying to get into her pants. He was loud and oblivious, constantly trying to show himself off or get her to invite him into the house. Some of it was that he was obviously young and not at all sure about how he should act, but the rest of it was that he was damned annoying as he tried to convince her that he should get into her pants. It had started as irritating, but now it was getting to the point that she was getting ready to kick the damn pony in the head if he kept going on like this.

"You know, I could help ya out, just a little on the side." He offered and tipped his head back, trying to flash her what she assumed was a handsome smile. "We could be as thick as thieves."

"I don't think so." She said coldly and he only grinned wider at her, shrugging one of his shoulders.

"You're right, we shouldn't mix romance with work, that's just a mess waiting to happen!" Vanir responded cheekily and she stifled a groan, her tail whipping back and forth in annoyance.

"Listen, I'm not going to put up with this any longer!" She snapped and stepped over to where he was sitting. "I'm not interested in you, can't you just take no for an answer?"

"If you really meant no, sure I could." He stood up with a little bounce, the thick dark tail gave a swish back and forth behind him. "But I see the way you look at me, you can't say you aren't interested."

"Pity you more like." Flinne snapped and stomped a small cloven hoof, making the pony wilt a little bit before he rallied, just a bare flash of doubt on his face before he shrugged it off.

"Whatever, trust me, we're meant to be you and me! Just wait and see!" Vanir said and then grinned even wider as he bounced down the steps. "See? I'm even a poet. You can't go wrong when you go pony."

She glared after her neighbor and felt her cheeks flushing a hot red as she watched him leave along the fence line. He was insufferable, annoying, egotistical and everything that made her want to scream. She was done dealing with his little attempts to get her into bed. She had tried being nice, she had tried being polite, she had tried being firm, but nothing seemed to stick. She was done having her quiet evenings wasted. Perhaps it was time to teach him a lesson, after all, if she embarrassed him enough maybe he'd finally leave her alone.

That has merit, if he can be embarrassed. _ She thought and flicked her ears backwards. _If he can't be embarrassed, I can always see how much work he'll do before he gives up. If I'm too much work he'll

The doe dropped down onto one of her wicker chairs thoughtfully, her mind rolling over ideas. Vanir was constantly trying to get into her pants and offering to help her around the farm, so why not take him up on it? Another idea toyed in the back of her mind, one that made her flush a bit at just entertaining the idea, but at the same time... it would serve him right to have a proper lesson after all the problems he'd given her.

She had a stallion she had brought on for the breeding season, a rather high bred bay that had a line going back damn near to the founding of the states. She had been working with him, but he was high spirited and more than ready to have his chance at a mare. That meant that they were causing all sorts of problems when it came to finally setting him to a mare to breed. He was a little too violent to be trusted, but she tried her best not to turn their breedings into bondage fests to keep the mares from being bitten or bullied. She hadn't wanted to deal with him mostly because he could be so damn bossy, but Vanir.. now Vanir could prove quite useful.

_Give him a taste of being on the receiving end of a male who doesn't know the answer no. _ She thought with a slightly wicked smile.

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Vanir was nearly preening with pleasure as he walked into his neighbor's barnyard with a little bit of a swing of his hip. He had taken pains to get himself dressed up in a comfortable pair of slightly too tight jeans and a flannel shirt. He had looked himself over in the mirror before heading over to make sure that he looked as handsome as possible. He knew he didn't have the size to really compete for a lady looking at him, but he could make up for it by showing off his small fit body. And he had a big enough personality that he could out talk any of those large brutes any day of the week.

Flinne had asked him to give her a hand when he'd stopped her at the mailbox, finally giving in to his constant offers. He had begun to think that he was going to have to give up on her, but the fact she had approached him meant that she was finally seeing him the way he wanted to be seen. He smugly arched his neck as much as it could go and basked in the fact that by the end of the day he'd be able to show the doe a proper good time. After all, bucks had small cocks, he was a pony and while he wasn't as long as a real horse, he was still pretty damned girthy. He knew that once he had a chance to actually show her what he had going for him she'd be all over him.

The dapple grey pony stifled the nervous little roll in the pit of his stomach as he puffed out a breath and heard sounds coming from the smaller barn. His ears swung around lightly as he drew in a breath and let it out. He'd been doing his best to mimic how the rest of the stallions acted, at least, what he could remember of them acting when he was a young colt. He had to be brash and bold, he couldn't let her see that he was nervous. He wanted to show her that he was confident from the tip of his ears all the way down to his hooves. She was trying to act tough now, but he knew that in no time she'd be eating right out of his hand. He'd seen it work for all the other stallions, they had bands of mares!

"Decided to show up?" Flinne asked and came out from a stall, the light tan doe's ears were up as she looked him over. "At least you picked up some decent working clothes.."

"Hey, I grew up on a farm, I know how to work on one." Vanir curved his neck, hoping that it appeared thick and masculine as he pricked his ears up. "Besides, you probably have a list of chores a mile long just being by yourself."

_That's right, make sure she knows you're stronger, girls love a strong male. _ He preened silently while letting his eyes slide over his neighbor.

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Flinne wasn't at all like a mare, but she was more lovely than anyone he'd seen in ages. She was still young, a bit taller than him like most other animals, but she was lean and slender with soft curves. The splash of white along her throat and down over her belly was startling against the rich tan color. Her breasts were full against the white t-shirt she was wearing, high and perky enough to make him think that she didn't really need a bra, at least not the way most people would need them. Her face boasted a delicate slender muzzle, to say nothing of the fact she had a soft plush looking ass that just begged to be grabbed. She was perfect, so damn hot that he was near vibrating with eagerness to show her what he had.

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"Actually, you're going to help me in the vet-barn today. I've gotten a bit behind so you'll be working to help catch me up." Flinne said, her ears pulling back when he tried to sidle closer to her. "I hope you at least know how to do some basic work on a farm."

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"Really?" He asked and raised his brows up in irritation. "Every horse knows how to work on a farm, just point me where you want me go, and I'll go."

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"You can help out with Major, he's the newest stallion for my farm, but he's still in quarantine." Flinne said and shifted back when he tried to walk closer to her. "We're going to be assessing him today for the breeding season."

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"Oh yeah the breeding season." He grinned widely, his tail flicking upwards a little bit so that it was just barely flagged. "I'm the stallion you want for the job then, breeding season was made for me."

"I can just bet." Flinne sounded annoyed and he grinned wider, trying to lay on the charm as he tipped his head back. "Well, hopefully you don't mind being up close and personal with a stallion."

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"Will you be there to help?" He asked as she turned to lead him into the small barn, his eyes locked on the triangle shape of her tail.

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"Of course, I don't exactly trust you to deal with a stallion on your own." She answered over her shoulder and his grin grewwider.

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"Then I don't mind being up close and personal at all." Vanir responded. His mind was already working on how to best seduce her, girls loved a virile stallion, perhaps he'd use working with the four legger to get her aroused. After all, he'd known a few girls in college who had been worked into a fever pitch at the sight of a feral getting aroused.

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_This day just can't get any better. _ He swished his thick soft tail back and forth behind his plush rump, making it bob back and forth.

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Vanir had planned out the afternoon the moment he heard that he would be working with the stallion. His plan was to strip off his plaid shirt and try and compare and contrast himself with the feral, not out loud, but with little movements to make sure her eyes were on him. He knew that she was probably going to end up getting aroused just being around the large virile beast, he'd just make sure that some of that was rubbed off on him. This was going to be his chance to actually make his first move beyond mild flirting. At least, that had been the first idea that had come to mind when he'd been led to the stall and seen the large and flashy animal waiting for him. That idea had been dead wrong.

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_So much for good ideas..._He thought angrily as he crouched beneath the stallion with a bucket and sponge in his hand, trying not to flush in embarrassment.

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He had assumed he'd be grooming the horse or working it out, maybe even riding so that he could make sure that she was watching him work alongside the handsome stallion. Instead of anything so interesting, he was being forced to do the most disgusting job that could be thrown at him. His ears folded flat back as the stallion shifted and snorted as the pony reached up beneath the broad belly to grab at the sheath, wrapping fingers around the soft glans so that he could tug it out where he could wash the member. The sharp musky scent of stallion on the air was abrasive and offensive, making him wrinkle his nose up slightly as Major stomped a hind hoof and tossed his head.

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Sheath cleaning was damned near the worst job that anyone could be made to take, and this was no exception as he scrubbed water and soap over the heavy mottled length. His ears were a deep dark red, miserably aware of the fact that he was hunched over at an odd angle and fondling horse dick with a rag in one hand and water dripping in the other. The only real good part of it was the fact that the large stallion was well trained enough that he wasn't trying to retract his dick all the way into his sheath and he wasn't getting hard enough to slap him in the fact with the heavy weight. It was at least something comforting about what was going on, not that it was comfortable, but he'd take what he could get.

It was dirty and smelled and it wasn't sex at all for all that he had horse dick out. If anything, it was gay looking as he was forced to fondle the undercarriage of the horse while Flinne walked around taking care of other matters. She had even had the stallion put in the grooming stall in a cross tie so that she kept looking at him as he worked. And she wasn't looking at him in the way that he wanted her to look at him. She was laughing at him, something that stung the young stallion, making him flinch a little bit as he worked the rag a little harder than he should have and the stallion snorted and stomped a hind hoof quite close to his own dainty one.

"Hold still." He growled, rinsing out the rag as best that he could. "Maybe if you kept your dick clean I wouldn't be doing this."

The warmblood swung a large head back to stare at him while he heaved up the heavy mottled shaft, fingers running along the underside of the spire. He was supposed to be hot walking the horse or maybe grooming him properly, something that would have given him a chance to pose and preen, nothing too dirty or filthy. How was this supposed to be sexy? It was like she was purposefully trying to make sure that he was regretting helping her. Which she might be, girls could be spiteful that way even when they were interested.

The warm soft flesh was being moved about, he could feel it dimpling beneath his fingers as he worked between the wrinkles. He had never been as messy as this creature, certainly he didn't require this amount of cleaning as the waxy mixture clung to his finger tips at times. The soap at least smelled good, making the stallion scent a bit less harsh while he worked his hands up towards the base of the drooping spire. The jiggling movements wobbled the fat flesh back and forth. The mixture of soap and filth was steadily starting to come free the more he worked over it, putting his back into the movements as he grumbled under his breath. He heard a laugh and swung around to glare to see Flinne pausing on her way through, watching with her eyes bright and entertained by what was happening. It made him ball his fists up slightly, swallowing down an urge to say something, but he pushed it away with a few shakes of his head. No, he wasn't going to let this get him down, he still had a mission.

"You have a good eye on studs, he's quite handsome." Vanir trudged ahead with his attempt to be seductive, turning about so that he could show off his open shirt.

"He'll make fine foals, I think." Flinne agreed and stepped up to slip her hand up so that she could offer a bit of food to the soft lips. "Just look at him, he's perfectly proportioned, sleek, powerful, everything that I stallion should be."

"Oh I know, we have a lot in common." He said and gave a wider smile, slipping up along the stallion's side so that he could eye her rump with interest. "I mean, you don't often see a pony stallion like me. If I were a four legger, I'd fetch a pretty hefty price for my service."

"Uh-huh." The doe rolled her eyes, but he didn't care, he was done playing these little games with her. He was going to make his move one way or another.

"I guess we are just not as flashy as the big horses, they're all so big and over muscled, while a pony is designed to be pleasurable." He bragged and watched her roll her eyes again, but she didn't move away when he came in a bit closer.

The stallion didn't care about either of them moving along his side near his neck, which worked for Vanir who watched Flinne stroking the soft muzzle and up along the ears. She was watching her prize stud, not him, looking at him like nearly any girl looked when it came to horses, all wide eyed and soft around the edges as if they were going to melt by just being around them. It made him slide up beside her, his eyes darting towards her face before dropping his hand down and boldly sliding it right along the small of her back and right down to the curve of her ass.

He did it quickly to make sure she didn't jerk away, but the moment his hands touched the plush rump cheek he squeezed down and heard her squeal out angrily. The little jump knocked him back as she swung around, her eyes blazing wide as he gave a wide grin and spread his arms open to show he was harmless. His nostrils flared open wide, puffing out a breath and then drawing it in again to brace himself as best as he could. It was time to be bold, he was tired of pussy footing around, he was going to show her he was just as worthy of her attention as any stallion, including four legged ones.

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"What the hell was that?!" Flinne yelled, her eyes blazing angrily as she stared at the pony in affront, her chest tightening slightly before she took a step backwards to get away from him. "I can't believe you just... You just, really?!"

"What?" Vanir didn't look at all repentant, even the earlier embarrassment that he had been displaying was gone.

He could grab her ass, but the idea of touching the stallion's cock and cleaning it had been repugnant somehow. It made no sense, but she was tired with his games. This was supposed to embarrass him enough to make him leave her alone, but he wasn't going to do it. He was just going to keep getting worse and worse if she let him, which solidified the idea that had been toying in her head. Her ears flushed a little bit as she recalled looking over her equipment the night before, thinking that her half baked idea wasn't really something that she should consider putting together. She had dismissed it as being too cruel, but the lingering feel of where his fingers had grabbed her made her tense up and forget about trying to let the pony down nicely. He wasn't willing to be let down nicely, he just wanted to cause problems.

"You know what, maybe you've done a good enough job cleaning him off." She said, her voice stiff and rather awkward sounding, even as she glanced down to see the soapy horse cock swinging under the broad chest. "I have a better job for you, suited to your talents."

"Anything you say, pretty lady." Vanir gave a wistful little smile, tossing his head back with a little bob of his forelock. "You got it."

That's just it, he's not going to listen to a thing I try and tell him, he's too busy and full of himself. _ She thought and stepped away from the stallion, her thoughts roiling uncomfortably. _How can one pony be this dumb?

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Or hormonal. Vanir reminded her quite a bit more like a stallion that was just on his third year and had figured out about mares. He was too damn oblivious to know when his attention was wanted or not, and so full of himself that he would get himself into trouble trying to impress. It wasn't becoming on a young stallion and she had every intention of making sure that she put the little stallion in his place. Perhaps if he experienced life as a mare with an overbearing stallion she could finally teach him some manners. It'd only be for his own good of course, and it didn't hurt that it would also work with training her stallion and letting him release some pent up steam.

She led Vanir down the small hall that opened up into a wide loose box where she had rigged everything for animals that might need a little extra help or simply needed general procedures. Recently she had been revamping things so that she could work with the stallion, most especially that edge of frantic energy about him that was so dangerous for the mares. The idea was an easy one, which she had done a hundred times with horses in the past, use an AV system to milk them and collect the semen and then it could be used to artificially impregnate a mare as well as calming down that wild edge of need. It was a simple system, especially for her use, with a leather padded block to make up a fake mare for a stallion to clamber onto.

The AV was a clear plastic penis sheath hooked onto a length of clear tubing that ran down into a machine that would apply a vacuum to wrap around the shaft, making sure that there was enough stimulation for a stallion to cum. The pump system also worked on a return, though that design had never been put to the test for her, it could feasibly hook up to a mare so that when the stallion came it could be pushed through the machine and directly flush into her body to alleviate the risk to the female by a randy male and make it so that a vet didn't have to do the procedure by hand. It was already set up for Major since that had been on her to do list, but now she led Vanir into the room and watched the pony look around.

I've never really done anything with it, and this would give me a chance to test it out among other things.

"Kinky, this where you take all your dates?" He asked, the smile on his face just a touch nervous, but he didn't appear to be ready to give up his flirting.

"No, just you." She smiled, unable to stop it from crossing her muzzle as she gestured towards the set up on the mounting mare. "Though, if you find it kinky, I suppose we could use it for that."

"What?" Vanir blinked, his eyes briefly going blank before recovering his brashness. "I mean, yeah, I'd love to see what it is that gets you going."

He sidled in closer, his smile a little more forced as he glanced at the set up and then back towards her, obviously not certain what it was used for. Flinne's lips twitched in amusement at the idea that the loud and volatile pony was actually acting like a virgin when confronted with something that wasn't normal. The way he behaved, she expected him to be well versed in various kinks, probably sitting on a stash of porn tucked away in his home, but that wasn't what she was seeing when he fidgeted a little bit and then moved closer towards the leather wrapped block. His nose twitched as if he were sniffing it when she moved behind him, crowding just a little and all of that nervousness slid away into an eager smile.

He really was too dense to be believed. She wondered how he'd survived high school without ending up in trouble, or how he had gotten all the way to adulthood without someone knocking sense into him. She could only imagine how many other females he had chased around in the past, especially ones that were too shy to actually stand up for themselves. She was doing them a service, to say nothing of the fact she could do a dry test on the system she had set up for the stallion. Science didn't have to be boring after all.

"You should be in front, not gonna do you a lot of good if you're snuggling up to my ass." He offered crudely, trying to turn as she moved her hands to rest right along the curve of his hips.

"I think you'll do a world of good." She murmured, her broad ears just barely twitching back as she began to slide forward with a slow swinging sway to her hips. "This is the sort of chore I think you'll really enjoy."

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_Oh god, she's going for it, she's actually going for it. _ Vanir felt light headed as the blood rushed out of his face and to other parts entirely.

Her body pressed against the line of his back intimately, resting against him so that he felt the slide of her hips at just the right angle to send a shiver running down his spine. He arched and felt his pants tightening as he turned his head and tried to nuzzle her shoulder, but she deflected him with a little tug against the loose underside of his shirt. Her fingers worked through the fabric while he felt the throbbing beat of his own heart when his shaft began to try and push free of his trapped sheath. It filled his pants and made them heavier feeling, pushing right against the line of fabric at just that simple touch and he fought the urge to fidget and shift around.

He had expected her to be nervous, not bold, but the boldness delighted him as she slid her fingers under his shirt and pulled it free with a drag that ran along his chest. He flushed a little bit as the finger tips pulled up higher, tugging along his mane and then his head before it could be tossed aside and left his body bare. His dark thick nipples hardened slightly, perking up and growing thicker as the warm breath tickled the back of his neck. His tail tip jerked up, trying to flag a little at her attention as her fingers ran along the bare skin of his stomach, her breath warming the nape of his neck. This was really happening, it was going to happen! He wasn't sure if he was feeling panic or glee at the idea.

"Mmm you're built a bit like a mare, aren't you?" She said, her voice husky sounding in his ear as she ran a hand up along his chest.

"If that's what you like, then yeah." He answered, not trying to argue or deny it, he was too excited about the fact she was actually touching him. "I can be whatever you want."

"I was hoping for that." She fingered along his belly, dancing just a hair lower until he sucked down a breath and groaned out as she stroked right along the dip of his belly button. "Though, I do have rather exotic tastes."

"I like it kinky!" He said and shivered as she gave a little bit of a push that nudged him closer to the leather padded stand.

He didn't know what the doe was getting at, but he was willing to give it a try, especially if it got him into her pants. His tail flicked back and forth as she moved her hand down and hooked against his shirt and began to peel it off of him. He didn't fight it, Vanir was too busy enjoying himself to protest a pretty woman slipping his clothing off of him. His bare chest was smooth and he bumped back against her as the finger tips slipped up higher along the perked tips of his nipples. They were stiff looking, hardening with pleasure as he squirmed back and forth, trying to twist around so he could face her.

The doe was surprisingly strong, holding him as the shirt was tossed to one side and there was a little twist of the fingers against the stiff tips of his nipples. The light tugs sent a shudder down his back and he basked in the sensation that it was causing. His sheath was bulging opening up the sheath until the cock was stuffed painfully in his pants, his breathing started to come out a little faster. This was really happening, he knew if he could only get around her like this that she'd cave, but she was the one that was taking the initiative and getting him out of his shirt, pushing her hands down against his hips to hook against hispants.

He tried to reach back to grab for her hips, doing anything he could in an attempt to hold her, but she just laughed and nudged a little, pulling the edges of his pants downwards to peel them along the curve of his ass. The feel of the button giving way sent a jolt of pleasure through him as the pressure was released and his floppy mottled shaft spilled free against her hands. The sheer pressure that had built up behind the fabric meant that it fell free into the open while his hips hunched upwards and he tried to thrust against her hands. They were already moving down, helping to wiggle the material down past the line of his hips so that his dappled ass was bared and his balls. He snorted and tossed his head, trying to make low noises of pleasure towards her before turning about.

The moment he tried to turn, she stopped him, the soft chiding sound making him face the leather covered barrel as she pushed his pants all the way down. The two toned shaft twitched and swung down heavily from his sheath, the fat little prick throbbing a little as he squirmed in place and gave his ass a grind back against her. He knew he wasn't as long as a full horse, but he was still as thick as a can, heavy looking, and it could be quite satisfying, especially to a species that was supposed to have thin slender bucks. He was eager as he swung his ears up high and then tipped them back down again, whickering as he kicked his own pants off and she gave his ass a fond little pat.

"Oh you're just like any stallion, already dropped and hard." Flinne said, her eyes glittering a little as she gave a gentle push.

"Well, hard not to be with you touching me." He said and shivered as her fingers kneaded his ass cheek. "Now time for you."

"Not yet." She patted his ass and moved to the side, her hand lingering on his hip. "I want you on this."

He blinked a little bit, confused as he looked at the leather covered block and furrowed his brows a little bit. He knew what it was, vaguely, it was used with cows and horses as a fake mare when they were collecting semen, but it hardly seemed sexy to him. He gave his head a short toss and shifted his gaze back to the doe who was moving her hand along the back of the thing. The gentle stroke of her fingers traced the soft worn leather while his eyes darted down to get a better look at it. It was just a round leather barrel, though one end had a bit of a dip in it that he assumed was for a horse to actually form fit above it like it was a real set of haunches. It wasn't comfortable looking to lay on to him, but Flinne was stroking it in a way that made his loins tighten and his cock flex upwards a bit, trying to slap his own belly.

"I mean... if you want me on it, I guess... I just figured, maybe a romp in the hay loft?" He asked and shivered as she actually undid the first few buttons on her shirt.

"That's so...mundane, I thought you were adventurous." She put a little warmth into her words that made him shiver from nose to tail, blowing out a breath.

"I am, I just, it doesn't seem like it would be comfy." He said and moved closer, watching her with bright eyes. "I don't want you to end up all sore for a bad reason."

"I think I'll survive." Flinne said in a dry voice, but Vanir was watching the device with increasing amounts of interest before she reached down to lower the thing.

The creak of gears could he heard as it dropped down from being angled up high for something far taller than himself, to quite low, barely waist high so that the underside of the thing rested against the base of the device. He licked his lips, brushing over them lightly and didn't quite know what to do. His shaft remained heavy feeling between his legs as he moved forward and began to turn around so he could sit on the edge of the device, trying to figure out how he was supposed to balance himself while Flinne rode him. He had barely put his rump on the thing when the doe stood up and carefully turned him around to face the device.

"Ah ah, like this." She rebuked softly and forced him to bend over the leather of the device, dropping down to press his chest against it.

He was startled, jumping a little in the air as he felt the strength in her hands as he was pushed down and squirmed a little bit. He hadn't expected the deer to be able to hold him, but he also didn't struggle as the cool leather rested against his chest and lower belly, his cock and hips hung over the edge while he tried to keep his eyes on her, swinging his gaze to one side to watch when she moved her hand down to rest against the curve of his ass. She fondled lightly, keeping him stimulated as her other hand moved to catch her wrist, pulling one of his arms up towards the front edge of the mounting block.

He squirmed backwards again, Vanir's heart starting to beat a little faster while he struggled to figure out what it was she wanted from him. This wasn't going to let him bang her, not with his chest pressed against the leather and his belly pinned. She moved around him, making him lift his head up, hoping to see her start to undo her clothes, but she moved towards the head of the device and pulled his other hand up. They were both stretched all the way to the edge before she crouched down and picked up a length of old leather harness.

"You know, I shouldn't be the only naked one here." He suggested with a little bit of a breathy noise as she drew a bit of leather along his wrists. "Or maybe I can tie you up."

"Stallions are the ones that need to be put under control." Flinne said softly before he felt the tie working around his left wrist, pulling down tight before the length was dragged under the device towards his right wrist. "And you've been running wild for far too long."

"Oh really? Gonna break me in?" He said suggestively and squirmed a little as his right wrist was tied, flaring his nostrils a bit as he began to grow more excited. "I can give you a hard ride."

"I think you're the one in need of a ride." Flinne said, testing the tight restraints on his arms, tugging them down so that he couldn't' possibly pull them free.

He gave a few more tugs, but they only creaked against the increased pressure, growing worse as his belly arched upwards. He gave a series of little shifts back and forth before she began to crank the lever to lift the device up. The stallion startled, twisting and giving a little bit of a contorting arch as he was heaved up in the air, his hooves lifting away from the ground as his hips swung over the edge. She heaved it up higher, pumping it while he strained to the reach the ground with his hooves, every little rattle and bump shook his teeth as he let out a short puffing breath and swung his head back to watch her make her way along the side of him, unhooking a bit of harness to swung it out beneath the device.

The leather was used to wrap just above his hooves, pulling firmly in place so that his legs were splayed and lifted forward out of the way, unbalancing him until all of his weight rested on the faux mare. It dug in along his stomach while he squirmed in place, arching a little bit and writhing, trying to find a way to make the pose more sexual for the benefit of the doe, but she didn't seem to be interested in looking at him. He tried to swing his hips a little, arching his dappled back as both hind legs were locked in place, his body splayed and stretched so that shew as put on display. Her fingers briefly brushed against the edges, trailing against his smooth coat as she stood up and moved towards his had, tracing her fingers right against the bridge of his dark muzzle.

"You really are a trouble maker, you just can't leave well enough alone." She said and her brows furrowed together. "Do you know how many times I've told you no?"

"Until you said yes." Vanir responded smugly before she walked to the side of the stall and what looked like a strange generator.

"Until I decided it was time for you to learn what it's like to have a pushy stallion shoving himself at you." She said, unbuckling something behind the metal block. "You're going to learn a lesson about taking no for an answer the first time."

"Hey.." He twitched his ears back, feeling a bare edge of nervousness starting to rise up in the pit of his stomach. "You were just being stubborn."

"And you get what you deserve." Flinne answered and unhooked a clear rubber tube from the device, pulling it out and unwinding it until she could walk towards him.

Vanir opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly her fingers curled long his soft tender lips, peeling backwards with a powerful tug. He jumped and tried to yank his head back, the nervousness growing to real fear as her fingers curled right into his mouth and between the natural tape of his teeth, prying his maw open. He jumped and swung his head about, swinging to one side as his entire mouth was splayed open wide to allow her to stuff the tube right into his mouth. The length of it pushed along the roof, sinking backwards towards his throat as he choked and muffled an angry sound. He struggled to get free, straining against the restraints that held him pinned in place before she pulled a roll of black tape from her pocket and used her teeth to yank a bit free.

"STAHP!" Vanir yelped, trying to close his mouth, his eyes flashing with an edge of white as the length of electrical tape was wrapped around his muzzle and into his mouth to affix the tube.

He choked on it, swinging his head back and forth as the tape was worked around and pinned his nose down tight. The pinch of it was hard enough that he couldn't slip it free as she released his mouth and he was able to rub his tongue around wildly. He tried to spit it out, drooling heavily as he did so, his breathing ragged before he gave his head a wild shake back and forth. The movements were stilted and painful before he closed his mouth with the length awkwardly stuffed into his maw. His teeth pinched down against the clear rubber, but it didn't do him any good. It was stiff enough that he could just barely dent down into it and his teeth weren't sharp enough to pierce it.

"Wha' are yew doin'?" He slurred out, Vanir's eyes bulging as he tried to spit the tube out, his tongue rubbed over the tape that had been used to affix it to his maw.

"I told you, letting you know what it's like to have a pushy stallion refuse to accept your answer." Flinne answered, coldness creeping into her tone as she reached down to pick up a second tube, but this one wasn't like the first that was just a cut off portion of tube.

It had a large rounded vacuum end that could only have one use, something that made him squirm and struggle, his tail lashing wildly as she moved down along his side. His breathing picked up the pace, panting a little bit as a bit of drool ran along his lower lip as the fingers moved down along his haunches with a gentle stroke that caused him to give a wild jump. The touch of her fingers trailed towards his softening cock and ran along the underside so that he immediately began to stiffen up and jump upwards in the air. The splatter of precum oozed out as her fingers wrapped right around the base and squeezed, pulling him downwards so that the rubbery vacuum pump slipped down towards his pale pink tip.

He couldn't help but hump forward into his touch, the little movements pushing over the edges as she stroked along the underside of his cock. The touch sent a flash of pleasure rushing down the line of his back and he squirmed about in place, jumping forward to hump into her touch, trying to thrust between her fingers wildly before he was stuffing himself right into the device. His ears were burning in humiliation, a bit more drool trailing along his bottom lip as he tried to control himself as the thing shoved upwards towards the thickest point of his base. The tip began to push forward against the edges of her sheath, sinking home so that his cock tip was jammed right up against the end of the thing, filling out while his tail gave a series of little jerks.

He was breathing faster, squirming before a squeal burst out of his throat wildly, his head thrown back as the entire thing suctioned down when it was turned on. It pulled around his stiff length, dragging along him so his legs tried to splay open in a mixture of pain and pleasure both. It was such an immediate and shocking sensation that he barely knew how to react to it as his breathing came out in a wild burst of noise. It didn't pump or change sensation, it just kept a steady pressure so that it didn't slip off his throbbing cock. The drooling precum ran along the inside of the thing, coating it as the doe stood up and gave his hip a little rub.

"PLSH! Ah'm sorry!" He slurred the words again, panting them out with a little burst as she reached down to catch the base of his tail. Her other hand was digging in a pocket for something that was wrapped in a plastic bag.

"You did ask to help around the farm." Flinne reminded him and opened up the clear plastic bag to pull out what looked like bright pink vet wrap.

The moment it came out, the world exploded in a rush of scent that made his heart start to race and he bucked against the restraints. He threw himself against them as the harsh thick sweet scent of mare burst over him and made him thrust forward into the pump. His cock flexed upwards, quivering in the plastic hold as there was a sudden stream of precum that erupted out of his tip and flushed out into the gripping hold. The clear viscous liquid was spilling free as the pheromones that filled the air became stronger and heavier. The length of vet wrap was pulled open, more the scent growing from where it had been stewing in the bag of mare scent.

"Like that, hmm? I'm sure Major will appreciate it to and lucky for you, you just cleaned him." Flinne said as she began to use the wrap to wrap around his tail bone, gathering up the long hairs so that they were out of the way.

Vanir jumped forward again, squirting out a hot stream of precum, but even as it was dragged down the long clear tube, something was rising up in the tube that had been taped into his muzzle. He tried to shake it free, his head jumping back and forth, ignoring the feel of his tail being bound up in favor of seeing the clear liquid rolling up and forced out of the length. The sudden splatter that erupted made him jump at the salty taste of precum that flushed over his taste buds, his own precum, making him wrinkle his lips up and bunch up the tape. His breathing was turning sharper as his bound tail was dropped down to bap against his haunches.

Flinne's finger slid along his rump lightly before she moved away, stepping out of the stall, leaving him bound and locked in place. His ears flushed red with humiliation as he realized that he couldn't save himself, he couldn't even make his cock soften as it was held in the pump. He writhed in place, shivering a little bit, humping forward whenever he got a strong sniff of the mare scent on the air. His breathing came out a little faster at those times while he whipped his bound tail back and forth along the line of his ass. The movements not helping at all as he felt just how exposed he really was to everything, his balls hanging down between his legs without any protection.

The sound of hooves returned sooner than he expected, the loud sounds clattering on the ground before there was a low eager squeal. He pinned his ears flat down to his head as the rattle and clatter came in closer and closer. He swung his head around, straining and yanking at the tube that was pushed down his maw to see the showy large bay being led to the opening of the stall. His dark lips were already peeled back to taste the air as he threw his head up, nearly yanking Flinne off her hooves with the movement. The vet held on tight, letting him sample the air while the pony squirmed and tried to break his way free. This wasn't good, this was some sort of sick threat, she was going to let him get up close and scare him before taking him away once the pony learned his lesson.

His mind was running with a thousand thoughts at once, all of them going fast and hard, swinging in circles as he let out a short noise just under his breath. He jumped in place once more as the stallion came in closer and he saw the too thick length of cock flesh swinging back and forth under his belly. The swaying flesh bobbed back and forth, flexing up to slap the stomach before drooping back down again. It was impossibly large and heavy looking, far bigger than anything he could have rightfully taken and it made him let out a wild series of noises as the stallion's lead was loosened to let him step forward to snuffle towards the base of Vanir's wrapped tail.

"It will be interesting to see how well the new pump works, I think, valuable information rather than wasting time struggling with this fellow." Flinne said thoughtfully as the stallion's teeth suddenly nipped out right against one of the pony's dappled ass cheeks.

He nearly jumped out of his skin before squealing, his body surging up in the air before dropping back down as the hot moist breath flushed beneath his tail. He heard the sudden slap of a cock beneath the beast, the weight of it hitting up and then dropping back down again, filling the entire stall with the rank scent of stallion over the mare scent. The small pony tried to squirm away, shifting his weight backwards, contorting himself in place before the teeth nipped out again and the stallion tried to lunge forward. He reared, straining upwards before the lead forced him back down, the warmblood paced and squealed, high stepping and flinging his head about wildly as the doe kept him in check.

"AH SOWRRY!" Vanir squealed out, his eyes growing wider as the head shoved along his bare back, flinching at the nip of the teeth. "LEMME GO!"

"But then this poor fellow would have been teased for nothing." Flinne answered, that calm voice adding to Vanir's fear. "Only polite to enjoy what you so diligently cleaned."

_Oh god, oh god she really can't. _The pony bucked his back again before the stallion's head shoved above his ass and the chest hit the leather fake mare.

The entire device rattled loudly, his teeth were clattering together before the full weight of the stallion hit him hard and suddenly heaved upwards so that the weight was sliding over him. He threw himself forward, his wrists aching with the struggle while his legs yanked against their own bonds, but the stallion was nearly crushing him under the weight while forelegs wrapped around the leather device and the hot breath pushed against his shoulders. The sudden rush of it whipped through his mane while he muffled a soft whimper, the sound coming from low in his throat and then bursting free in a high pitched rush. It was making him shake, his teeth rattling slightly before he felt the hot fleshy length of stallion cock slapping up right against the curve of his ass cheek.

The hot messy splatter of precum welled out of the tip and squirted out, flushing against him and dribbling down the line of his tail. It was ropey and awful feeling, running lower as it ran between his legs and against the back of his balls. His twisting movements only seemed to excite the stallion as large blunt teeth caught the back of his neck eagerly, slobbering as if he had ahold of a mare before the fleshy fat glans jabbed up against his haunch. The thrust rocked the device slightly, rattling it as the cock tip slapped and jabbed at him, dragging about as he tried to find the mark. The world was soon filled with the raw scent of stallion and then the cock tip dragged strangely inwards as he heard Flinne come closer.

The doe was aiming him! She was actually helping the damn stallion! Vanir let out a breath, wild sounding as he threw his head back again and let out an angry sound that ended in a high pitched squeal when the glans kissed right up against his dark pucker. The moment it was pushed in place the stallion lunged forward with a grunt, bowing in the tight ring of muscle with a hot slimy dribble of precum that was flushing into him. The small pony threw his head up, his lips parted open wide as the weight pried him open and began to sink home inch by slow inch, peeling back the ring to form a tight obscene O around the mottled flesh before there was another thrust forward.

He was nearly rocked onto his face as the hot squelching sound was heard and another few inches reached into him. His passage was being bloated with the feral horse flesh, opening to the widest point and working its way forward and over his prostate. That stimulation alone got his shaft to twitch a bit, but the doe was already working to make sure that this humiliation was made complete with his own forced pleasure. The pump began to throb and suck around his cock, pulling down and dragging along his sensitive flesh with smooth movements that caused him to jump in place. He let out a muffled moan, the sound breaking free so raggedly that he felt his ears going dark humiliated red as the stallion lunged forward again.

The forelegs dragged against het sides of the device, used to haul his heavy body forward as the pony's walls were pried open deeper, making him feel as if he should have been feeling his stomach start to lump outwards. He swung his head about again, muffling a cry before the weight dragged back and pulled his pucker out tight as the flesh just barely dragged free before it was sinking home again. The assault stuffed precum deeper into his body, flushing out over the edges, splattering towards the back of his bowels., churning together messily while he helplessly tried to hump into the vacuum pump.

Vanir squeezed his eyes shut and bit down hard against the tube that began to leak his own precum into his mouth, trying to ignore the taste as his cock twitched upwards again. The horse cock was so large that it was a constant pressure and assault along his prostate, working against it as the medial ring was stuffed forward and then forced into his passage with another lewd wet noise. It popped inwards to be fed with another few inches before the weight dragged back again. His body went stiff and shaking as it dragged out of him again, pulling out with a smooth caress that teased its way over the edges. His fingers balled up tightly into fists while the teeth dug down harder with a possessive hold.

The stallion was making no attempt to be gentle, the wild thrusts were heedless of size difference as the glans glutted the inner depths. He gave a little jump, swinging his hips upwards briefly before they were forced to drop down with the next powerful drive. The sucking around his cock was pulsing, steady, powerful, keeping him on edge even when he tried his best to get his body under control. It wouldn't listen to him, nothing was listening to him, his cock tip was jabbing down deep into the thing as the stallion's neck thrust rattled him and he felt the medial ring pushing through him before he was made to feel the widest point of the base sinking home. His ragged noises coming with a dribble of saliva along his lower lip, mixed with the precum that was oozing out intermittently from the tubing.

When he tried to shake his head to get it free the stallion let out a squeal and bore down against him, suddenly speeding up the thrusts so that they were a constant assault. He couldn't twist away, he couldn't even make his mind work beyond the next punishing thrust as the wild movements popped the ring in and out of him with lewd slurping noises. They were a constant as he jumped and gave another driving thrust against the pump, his breathing ragged and shuddering out while he felt the chest pushing down harder against him.

The play against his prostate kept him on edge, making sure that he couldn't ignore the pleasure that was steadily starting to rise up in the pit of his stomach. It was surging higher and higher, with each moment he found it harder to make his mind work past anything beyond raw pleasure. He twisted himself, turning his hips a little bit as he snapped his eyes open in panic when he felt his cock tip starting to spread open inside of the device. It was stretching wide, pushing forcefully around the tube that was sucking around him, making his balls tense up as the pressure began to rise along his loins. His choked sounds became more panicked, but still Major didn't stop his frantic thrusts.

His anal ring was stretched as wide as it could go, pushing down around the base of the spire that twitched and quivered inside of him. As his orgasm rose, his body began to tighten down around the horse, squeezing and caressing as the thick slippery smear of precum that worked through him made it easier for him to go faster. The slurp and slide of it causing his inner ears to burn a deep red coloration before he jumped in place once more. He threw his head back, his eyes going frantically wide and swung to one side before the swell of his balls started to contract and squeeze, the pressure making his face redden before it reached its peak.

"That's a good boy..." Flinne's hand stroked his nose, a mocking touch before he humped the air wildly, impaling himself just that much further on the stallion before the first hot eruption of seed poured out of him.

It was flushing into the tube, running outwards and pulled down thanks to the suctioning device as his balls churned and worked. His orgasm was drawn out as the stallion's cock tip began to flare, the feel of it spreading open in his gut a shock that left him gasping as it began to grow heavier, swelling and twitching a little bit to make sure that he could feel each movement as another jet of his cum shot out of him. His eyes went wide as he saw the white cream beginning to push up the other end of the tube, rising in a bubbling mess that made him jerk his head back with a wild squeal. He ignored the clamp of the teeth as the cum began to lift up wards towards in the tube towards his muzzle.

He was twisting frantically while the stallion let out a low rumble from deep in his throat and gave a near violent thrust. The weight rocked the device forward as the tip blossomed open wide, stretching him as the dark tail began to flag up and down with the working balls that forced the cum up that long heavy mottled shaft. Vanir's entire body went rigid, but his mind wasn't on that, he was trying to get away as his own cum suddenly ran up the tube and out of sight as it slipped into his muzzle. The tip gushing out a creamy spill of his own seed right along his tongue and the back of his throat.

He choked and sputtered as he flooded his own muzzle, the warm taste leaking down along the corners of his mouth while the stallion's flared cock tip began to send a pressured wave of hot semen right into his belly. His cheeks were burning, horrified and aroused as his body kept working against himself, the cum drooling down his tongue until he was forced to swallow it, choking it down around the rubber tube that continued to push it up into his maw. The taste wasn't even that bad, that was the awful part, it was just knowing what it was that made him try to struggle against the urge to swallow. His cheeks began to burn hot angry red while the stallion heaved his hips forward again.

There was a loud noise as a hot stream of cum was pushed out around too large length, splattering down between his thighs, but most of it was glutting his pale grey belly. His thoughts came against a wall as he whimpered out softly, his breathing short and trembling as his lips remained parted open wide. He was humiliated, frightened and was still swallowing cum as it flowed into his maw. The stallion's own seed was churning low in his belly, a hot mixture that was being forced out every time the heavy length shifted back or adjusted itself. The ache just starting as the teeth finally released him and his head was allowed to drop right down onto the leather of the fake mare, ears splayed to either side while trying to catch his breath.

"That's a good neighbor.." Flinne murmured softly, stroking his ears in an almost gentle way.

Vanir would have enjoyed that touch if it weren't for the fact the stallion's heavy body heaved backwards and slipped away. The cock dragging through his abused passage with the flared tip pulling and sending one last startling rush of pleasure down his body before the flared cock tip tugged free and flopped down. The hot stream of cum poured out of him, splattering to the ground in a rush that left him shaking, his mouth parted open wide as he muffled a soft whimper, feeling his gaping pucker drooling messily. Worse, his own softening cock was still gripped by the pump, showing just how much his body had enjoyed being a part of the lesson.

She's probably a lesbian.. He thought uncharitably angry as the doe kept stroking his ears. Who else would be this angry about a bit of flirting but some bitchy lesbian?