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This story was written for Day #32 of Kinktober 2017, a bonus day because I derped and took on too many ideas! :D Today's theme is Feral/Anthro, and the story was written for Kemper. This story contains M/F sex between consenting adults.

Just One Look

All the lights were off as Kemper crept out of the farmhouse, the yard, never mind the building he was just leaving itself entirely silent, though not totally dark as the bright moon and stars overhead cast a silvery glow over the compacted earth and old cobbled stone flooring. The feline male should, by all accounts, have been asleep at this hour. Hell, he should have been asleep several hours before when he and the friends whom he was visiting here had turned in for the night. But in truth, the dark furred feline hadn't slept a wink. He'd tried. And of course he had tried so hard to resist what he was being drawn to do now, what he was already succumbing to as he stepped out of the farmhouse and padded in bare feet across the earth below towards the barn. But, it was useless. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't do anything except lie there and think about what he had seen earlier that day, while strolling the farmyard awaiting his friends to be done with some chores before they could hang out some more.

He glanced down at his crotch. At the boxer shorts he had slipped on alongside a t-shirt before creeping out of the bedroom and down to where he was moving towards even now. A soft growl escaped his lips. He was still rock hard. Still as hard as he had been for hours. Yet he hadn't touched himself. He hadn't jerked off, a fact that was obvious from the large, pre-cum oozing wet spot still spreading even now across the front of his boxers. At first he had been too ashamed. Too embarrassed even in himself to do so. But now, now and for the majority of the last few hours, he hadn't jerked off for another reason. Quite simply because it didn't seem right to do so to a mere fantasy, when he could do it in person instead.

Just one look.

That was all he needed. All his body needed to be able to live out that fantasy in his mind to his heart's content. Just one more look.

He crept into the barn, thankful that its old doors were so well oiled, and fumbled for the light-switch. It didn't take long for him to find it, or for the sabretoothed cat to hear the sounds of the figure he was here to see once he'd turned it on. A momentary pang of guilt tore through him as he wondered whether he had woken her, but as he looked towards the stall at the far end of the bar, it was empty. The large doorway that led out into the field beyond was open as ever, and it was through that doorway, still cast in the light emanating throughout the bar, that he could see the form he was here to pay such reverent worship to standing just outside, perhaps eating or maybe even just enjoying the beautiful, clear night air.

Kemper moved closer, and closer, until finally he was standing in front of the stall's interior door, its frame divided in two with the lower portion shut tight, but the upper one allowing him and anyone else a view of what lay within, as well as a view out for the beautiful, chestnut brown mare to whom that warm, straw-strewn space belonged.

He had barely been standing there, leaning over the partitioned door for a few seconds, when she walked in. Clopping softly upon hoofed feet, her motions calm and graceful, the mare stepped from grassy, slightly hoof-churned earth onto the straw-laden stone. She regarded him not with caution or fear, but with apparent familiarity, and huffed, whickered softly as she made her way over to him.

"H-hi... again..."

Kemper whispered, blushing as she nuzzled against his hands the second they rose up to pay her attention, beaming as she shook her head slightly and tilted it towards him at a particular angle, letting loose a noise of deep contentment when he scratched her behind that raised and twitching ear.

"I... I had to see you."

He murmured, knowing that she couldn't understand but not able to stay silent. Not able to not explain himself to her, or perhaps even to the portion of his own mind still asking why the hell he was out here at this time of night.

"I had to... o-oh..."

She pulled away from his continued patting and stroking, taking a few large steps backwards away from the door. Kemper looked cresfallen, but frowned curiously as she stepped back a few moments later. He began to stroke her again, only for her to back away once more, tossing her head and snorting a little. She repeated this motion twice more, and only then did the anthro male understand what this supposedly far more simply minded feral creature was trying to tell him. He blushed. He mewled softly, looking over his shoulder and shaking his head. He couldn't. This wasn't just a look. This was already so much more than just a look at that beautiful creature who had so enchanted him earlier that day.

But then she turned. Then after stepping back one last time her body rotated on the spot one hundred and eighty degrees, and her tail flicked back and forth as she stood there looking back at him, the beautiful lines of her face now on display alongside the very part of herself which to his embarrassment Kemper hadn't been able to get out of his head since he last saw it. The exterior of her nether regions were darker than the surrounding fur, the skin of the outer lips almost as black as much of Kemper's own white spotted coat. At the base of the slit however, just as there had been before, the male could see a tinge of pink. A raised bump of warmer, more flushed and colourful flesh that even on this non-anthro animal he couldn't help but recognise for what it so obviously was. Her clitoris.

That afternoon, as he'd wandered into the barn, he'd heard some rustling and shuffling sounds coming from the stall before even knowing that the horse, Emerald Dream to give her the name she had apparently raced under for a few years, was in there. He had of course approached out of simple curiosity, not expecting to see anything untoward or at all remarkable. And yet... he shuddered at the mere memory of what he had seen, and even as he did so the feline male found himself sliding open the door to the stall and stepping inside, closing it behind him once more.

Emerald whinnied softly as she saw him approaching, and took a few steps forward. She stopped again, looked back again, and only when Kemper began to step closer once more did she take a few more steps towards the edge of the stall and the open field beyond. She didn't just want him to come into the stall with her. She wanted him to follow her outside. And thus, as his mind continued to replay what he had seen that very afternoon over the beautiful sight live before his eyes right now, he did so.

Back during the daylight hours, Kemper had at first not realised exactly what it was he was seeing. At first, it looked to him like the mare was scratching herself. Rubbing her hindquarters against one of the metal bars that ran along the inside of her stall, carrying fresh water to her trough and doubling up as a rack off which several brushes and other cleaning and maintenance items hung. The longer he had spent looking though, five, ten, fifteen seconds and yet more even after that, the more Kemper had realised he was witnessing something far more personal and private, far more intimate than just a horse scratching an itch.

He'd watched her eyes roll back. Her head toss and her muzzle let loose deep, rumbling snorts and huffs. He'd noticed her forelegs spread out slightly, her hindquarters raised a little higher as she rubbed herself back against that metal pipe. It had taken longer though before he had seen the glistening upon the pipe as she rubbed herself back and forth against its smooth, cool metal. And longer even than that to realise that the glistening wasn't urine, or water leaking from the pipe itself.

Before his eyes, the cat blushing and shivering slightly in humiliated excitement when he had first realised what he was witnessing, Emerald had staggered forward a few paces as she let slip a feverish whinny. He had seen her nether regions for the first time in that moment, not just with a little pink on display but flushed and spread, muscles clenching, flexing, winking before his gaze. It was then, in that moment as her clit throbbed and winked, as he watched liquids trickle from her pussy and down the insides of her slightly trembling back legs, that she had turned her head and looked right at him, before turning her hindquarters fully to face him and letting slip a fevered, almost pleading whinny.

Of course, he had done nothing. Just stood and watched until he began to feel his jeans tightening, fleeing in embarrassment soon after.

Now though, he was back. And Kemper found himself following this horse out into the field she called home. Not just a little way out beyond the barn's well lit interior, but walking behind the horse for almost five minutes to its far end. Only then did she turn and trot up to him, nuzzling his small body with her relatively more massive one, huffing and snorting happily as he patted her a few more times before wrapping his arms around her neck and resting his head against her own, amazed by how placid she was, how calm, how focused and... almost determined she seemed to get him here, and set him at ease now that he was.

She was still an animal though. Still a feral mare, and still bound by her needs, her instincts above any more thoughtful planning her mind might have been able to put into action. Thus before long she trotted away back to the very edge of the field once more, and huffed in approval as Kemper walked over to join her, fighting with all his might not to reach down and caress the desperately hard and needy cock waiting in his tented and pre-cum soaked boxer shorts. There, at the edge of the field where it bordered some woodland, was a fence with rounded metal poles as posts between strips of metal wire. It was against one of these posts, vertical rather than horizontal like the one in the stall, to which Emerald backed up. One of them against which she rubbed herself fully aware of Kemper observing, looking right at him as her head tossed in the same obviously pleasured whinny he had heard earlier that day.

She stepped away from the pole after barely ten seconds' rubbing, but already it was damp, already its metal surface was slightly darkened by a few little rivulets of liquid that ran down its curved length. The horse nuzzled against Kemper once more. She whinnied, and again she turned away from him, bringing her hindquarters into view closer than ever to the shorter anthro's wide eyed face.

"Y-you're a smart lady... aren't you..."

He groaned softly as he took a small, almost disbelieving step forward, certain that at any moment he would awaken from this dream or hear a voice cry out from the farmyard wondering where the hell he'd gone. But no such cry came, no such suspension of this reality made itself apparent. Instead the mare just whickered gently once again, her tail flicking from side to side as before Kemper's eyes once more her pussy winked, clit twitching and throbbing as it glistened in the pale moonlight overhead.

"Not just... not just smart enough to make yourself feel good... but... t-to see me. To know that I... I might want to help. Did you really think that clearly? W-were you really doing this... s-showing off this evening, hoping I'd do this for you?"

He moved to stand just beside the horse's hind legs on her left side, not directly behind her in case he had indeed misjudged the situation terribly. He reached out a careful, trembling hand, and touched her flank. He stroked it. Back and forth, back and forth a few times before daring to reach around the back of her body just a little, caressing one buttock before bringing his other hand to bear upon her flank in a similarly tender fashion. She shifted upon all fours, she whinnied and huffed a little, but aside from the twitching of her tail and ears, and the flaring of her nostrils as she stared back at him, Emerald made no effort to move as Kemper's right hand moved ever closer to her nether regions.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer until...

"Oh. O-oh... god..."

Kemper's cock strained so urgently, so powerfully within his boxers as he felt the warmth and wetness of Emerald's pussy against his fingertips that for a moment he thought he was going to cum in his underwear right there and then. He shuddered, he gasped and moaned, but somehow he held back and resisted the urge to grab and stroke himself. Instead, he stroked her. He rubbed his fingers, two at first, but soon adding a third, between the lips of her flushed and swollen and oh so hot, damp nether regions, and felt his mind spinning with bliss as the mare whickered, whinnied and seemed to rock her body back against his touch whenever his digits began to push inward and threaten to invade.

"Good girl, Emerald. Y-you're... oh, Em... you're such a good mare..."

He murmured under his breath, eyes wide, head shaking in continued albeit joyous disbelief as he masturbated the horse, running his fingers up and down then length of her slit before growing a little more confident, a little more eager and daring to push lower still, seeking out that throbbing, swollen nub he had seen which while small relative to the horse's size was still the size of a large grape, easily one of the biggest clits he had ever handled as his fingertips encircled and began to stroke its firm, twitching girth. Beneath his touch, the horse suddenly shuddered and shifted. She took a step forward as her head thrashed and tossed, and her body arched away from the male's grasp before her legs instinctively bucked and kicked at thin air.

Another man might have been terrified that he had hurt her in that act, or worried about his own safety as the huge powerful horse wheeled around once more and whinnied desperately. But Kemper, all he could do as the female settled once more was stare down at his hand. At his trembling hand, slightly damp around its fingers before, now dripping, soaked by the brief but volatile flood of surprisingly thick, viscous juices that had spilled out over it. He had no doubt in his own lust stricken mind in that moment that Emerald's reaction had been one of shock at just how good his touch had felt, and that if she could have spoken in that moment she would have been begging for his apology for her reaction, and pleading for him to try again.

Still keeping to the side of the horse, a wise precaution by her earlier actions, he slipped three fingers into her once again. He more hurriedly sought out her hotter, wetter, more urgently straining and twitching clit, and he groaned reassuringly as the mare pawed at the ground with her front hooves, eyes rolling as she let slip a shrill, frantic whinny and soaked his hand with yet another brief gush of liquids.

"That's it... ohh, that's what you were wanting, wasn't it? D-don't worry. Oh god. Don't worry... I... I won't stop. I'll give you everything you need."

With his thumb moving to attend to Emerald's clit, the trio of Kemper's fingers were soon joined by the fourth and final of their number as they began to press into the horse's depths themselves. His left hand remained on Emerald's flank, stroking and caressing her as she trembled and whinnied against him, rocking and throwing back her head with repeated huffs and grunts as her nostrils flared and strings of saliva dripped from the sides of her muzzle. Her eyes had stopped rolling in their sockets now when she stared back at Kemper in apparent wonder, and instead they appeared fixed, glazed over with pleasure. In that moment, Kemper wondered, perhaps a little arrogantly if the horse had ever been made to feel this good before, deliberately or otherwise. He asked himself if she had been fucked before, by another horse or by anything else? He even dared to ask himself if she might never before had been granted a full on, potent, mind-bending orgasm.

At that final thought, he growled deeply, a sound that made the horse's eyes widen sharply and her body tense. She relaxed soon after though as the male's expression softened and she recognised him as the source of the sound, however predatory and dangerous. She relaxed and whinnied, whickered, snorted anew as Kemper's fingers moved faster and deeper, as the sound of his hand sloppily fucking the large horse's nether regions grew ever more wet and frantic, until almost a minute later Kemper found himself as an eyewitness to one of the most stunning, thrilling and all-consumingly erotic sights of his entire life.

Without warning, he felt a sudden pressure on his hand as the flesh squeezing around his fingers suddenly tightened violently and desperately. He felt the bulging nub of the mare's clit wink and throb, pressing out and up against his thumb grinding down against it, but this time not just for a moment. It held itself there, and the entirety of the horse's body began to shudder. To quake. Her long, powerful legs trembled. Her head hung down limp and heavy as she snorted and huffed. Her tail alone seemed more energised than ever as it thrashed back and forth before twitching upward, flagging itself high up into the air through instinct alone.

Then Kemper heard it. The most wild, feral and yet obviously pleasure stricken whinny he could ever have imagined erupted from deep inside of Emerald, and as her back legs began to tremble all the more violently, thigh muscles quivering and quaking visibly beneath her lush brown coat, Kemper felt a hot spray of potent, high pressured liquid gush out along the length of his forearm. Between her pussy and the throbbing bulb of her clit Emerald let loose multiple whinnying streaks of what could only be orgasmic ejaculate as her body shook and her pussy milked Kemper's fingers, and all the cat could do was stand and stare at it, breathing heavily and fighting the urge to cum in his clothes once again as he watched the mare's beautiful body lose itself in a climax that his efforts alone had granted her.

Twenty, maybe even thirty long and wonderful seconds later, Emerald pulled away from Kemper. She staggered a few steps forward with her back legs quaking slightly, bow-legged as she whinnied and let loose another flood of urine this time around against the grassy ground, her clit still twitching and winking all the while. Then she set off at a gallop, pulling herself upright and bolting away across the field with her mane and tail streaming out behind her with a silvery shimmer in the moonlight. Kemper listened as she ran. As she whinnied in glee, and laughed as a short while later she ran back up to him and immediately pressed her huge face against his, snorting and huffing in joy.

"Oh... oh Em... y-you're welcome. You're so welcome. Thank you, too. Thank you for this, f-for..."

His voice trailed off as the horse pulled away from him, Kemper half expecting her to begin leading him back to the barn, back to the stall, to send him off to bed with one final whinny now that his task had been completed. Instead though, she turned around to face away from him once more. And then, though Kemper could barely believe it, she folded her front legs beneath her and dropped delicately down onto her knees. Her hind legs bent too, but only a little, and soon she was half sitting, half crouching with her backside still in the air, and whinnying pleadingly at Kemper as she stared at his still clothed body.

The cat couldn't think in that moment. He couldn't possibly conceive of how this had happened. How it was happening even now.

All he could do was pull off his t-shirt. All he could do was slide down his boxer shorts and kick them aside out into the darkness of the open field.

All he could do was stumble forward, placing his hands upon the mare's powerful backside as she shifted again, aligning herself at the perfect height for his crotch, the knotted base of his pointed, throbbing red erection betraying the canine heritage in the otherwise feline looking male's past. The mare before him now though... the woman before him now was neither dog nor cat. She wasn't an anthro of any shape or form in fact, and yet despite that, or indeed perhaps because of it, Kemper could not think of a single time in his life when he had been so certain, so focused and devoted on pursuing this singular course of action no matter the cost. A course of action to which Emerald herself seemed similarly and passionately devoted, whatever her capacity for such intent.

The mare whinnied, and the sabretoothed feline snarled as they pressed their bodies together and Kemper's cock was swallowed up by the far larger female's hungry depths. His already swollen knot was only a fraction thicker than the fingers he had used to fuck Em already, but his shaft was longer, able to reach deeper than anything he had granted her the chance to feel thus far. He pushed himself in to the hilt without delay and held himself there, rising up on his tiptoes for extra leverage and leaning against the huge horse, feeling her tremble against his thighs, feeling her clutch and squeeze and drip around his aching cock. Kemper shuddered. Gasped. Never before had he felt so close to cumming for so long, yet so desperate to hold back just a little longer. This couldn't end so soon as his body told him it might. He wouldn't let it. He had to savour this feeling. To relish every last second of it and make it last as many of those sweet seconds as possible.

And of course, more important that practically anything else in this world at that moment in time, Kemper needed to make sure that it felt good for Emerald too. He had already made the horse cum once through his ministrations, but if he could make her cum as he fucked her...

That thought was all it took to start Kemper's hips rocking. To start the process of fucking the mare as she knelt before him, whinnying, huffing and staring back hungrily over her shoulder. He varied the length of his thrusts, sometimes leaving only an inch or so of his tip inside while just a few strokes later pulling out only his knot then driving it right back in again, ensuring that it ground hard against the mare's swollen clit as it did so. He dug his toes down into the earth of the field below, and ran his hands hungrily over every inch of Emerald's chestnut brown coat that he could get his fingers to reach. More than once he leaned over so that his body was almost entirely pressed down over hers, and he swore he heard the horse whicker in delight as he nuzzled and kissed her while his hips pumped his throbbing manhood in and out, in and out of her ever more rapidly and ever more desperately in his desire to see them both satisfied by this impossible and yet undeniable act they were sharing.

"Oh. O-oh... Em. I'm g-gonna..."

Kemper whimpered, blushing as he realised that the horse probably had no idea what he was saying, but still knew from the feeling of his cock twitching ever more rapidly inside her exactly what he was soon gonna do. He drove himself faster against her, his thrusts pistoning in and out in a way he had never seen a male horse able to do to a female on the occasions he'd had reason to witness such natural matings. This wasn't merely an effort to empty his balls into her, balls that were already dripping wet and achingly desperate for release as her hot juices gushed and flooded out around him. This was a hunt for pleasure for them both, and he was reaping the rewards in ever most vast and potent quantities with each and every new, powerful and oh so rapid thrust.

"Oh my god, Emerald."

He grunted as the reality of the situation washed over him one final time as he felt the mare's body began to clench around his cock and engorged, throbbing knot just as it had around his fingers. Kemper was fucking this mare. This horse. He was fucking her hard and deep and so very passionately, and she wasn't just letting him, she was urging him to do so with every whinny, every clenching twitch of her innards, and of course with ever moment she spent knelt eagerly before him, eyes glazed, muzzle hanging slightly open while she whinnied, huffed, and readied herself to cum alongside him.

"Oh god. O-ohhh god. Em! I... I'm...!!"

He never got to finish that cry as it was cut off by a shrill, joyous whinny from the mare, and as another orgasmic flood of juices poured out around Kemper's violently straining cock, the clutching of the feral mare's own orgasm around his knot coaxed the first hot ribbon of cum from the sabretooth cat's cock. Then another. And another. And another, and... Kemper snarled as he pounded Emerald ever harder and deeper throughout those waves of orgasmic ecstasy, feeling her trembling, cresting in her bliss right there with him. He felt his hot cum flood her insides. He felt her hot cum soak his crotch and pour down around where his feet were shaking in the grass below. He held the horse's backside in an intimate embrace as he clung to her, the two of them crying out in shared pleasure that could never again be stripped away from them right up to the point where the cat couldn't keep on thrusting into Emerald no matter how much he wanted to.

In the wake of their pleasure, the horse rose back to her feet and sat calmly, contentedly as Kemper fussed over her. As he cuddled her around the neck, kissed her upon the nose and indeed used his t-shirt to wipe off the copious wetness surrounding her nether regions, her own ejaculate mingling in with some of his thicker, creaming strands as the oozed out and dripped off her still occasionally winking, twitching clit.

It was more than half an hour later that the horse led Kemper back to the barn, the cat walking alongside her with one hand upon her side, both of them seeming to enjoy the continued closeness even as their time together reached its end.

She watched as he slipped back out of the stall and closed the door behind him once again, only to step forward and swing her head over the lower portion of the door, nuzzling against him one last time as he whimpered and leaned his head forward to meet hers. Even then there was a part of Kemper that wanted to open the gate right back up and throw his arms around the horse, maybe see if he could just sleep for a few hours in the straw of her nice warm stall with her. But, no. He looked down at the stained t-shirt and the boxer shorts which even though they were no longer tented were still marked with his earlier offerings of pre-cum. He had to get back to bed. He had to make sure his absence from the farmhouse wasn't noticed.

He'd come out here for just one look at the mare. That was all. And after all he'd gotten instead, after all that Emerald Dream had made a reality for Kemper, he dared not push his luck any further.

"Thank you."

He whispered to the horse, blushing as she whickered softly back at him, watching still as he stepped backwards towards the front entrance of the barn, the farmyard beyond it and the farmhouse beyond that. Back to reality. Back to the part of life that made sense, even if it wasn't nearly as fun or mind-bendingly exciting as this.

"Really. T-truly... thank you."

Back to normal. Until tomorrow night, at least.

By Jeeves

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