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Cindy let out a nervous little huff as she paced. She didn't know why she was so nervous, right up until she'd gotten out of her car she'd be incredibly eager to get here. Now that she was parked and halfway across the parking lot those nerves were starting to get at her. Why though? She'd been counting down the days, the hours, to this very vacation. The fox had timed out her drive down to the last minute pretty much to make sure she wasn't going to be late for her first day at The Ranch.

And what was The Ranch? Well, to put it rather plainly it was a fetish club.

That was a little too plainly though. The Ranch was a resort where people were allowed to act out various fantasies in a safe, monitored environment. A friend of hers had gone there months ago and she wouldn't stop talking about her next trip. Considering the website that Cindy had met her on, and the things that her friend would and wouldn't talk about, well it had her excited to try going there on her own as well.

She'd gone to the website and poked around it a lot. There wasn't a lot there, a lot of anonymous people talking about how great it is and everything. If it had been on any other website she'd have been dubious about those reviews, but since one of the first rules on the site was that what happened at The Ranch stayed here. There wasn't even a way to sign up for a vacation online. She had to submit a request and then they scheduled a video call where someone from the place asked her a bunch of questions. Questions which had left her feeling tired and yet excited at the same time. At the end, they'd quoted her a price for a weekend and said they were eagerly awaiting her arrival.

They were eagerly awaiting her, she was pacing back and forth in the parking lot. She'd nearly make it to the edge of the lot before turning and padding back. Luckily there was no one else in the lot or else they might be asking why there was a foxtaur just padding laps around the lot.

"Hello, Cindy I presume?"

She nearly leapt out of her pelt at the voice, leaping up with a yelp. Spinning around, she saw an elegant Siamese cat. The lady wore a flannel and pair of jeans, but the way she carried herself made them seem as if she was wearing a custom tailored three-piece suit. "Yeah, I think we spoke on the call."

Lips curled into an easy smile, "We did. I would have been here to greet you normally, but was delayed slightly." She turned slightly and waved a hand with a smile, "Shall we?" Nervous or not the way she moved and the confidence that cat had just pulled Cindy along with her. The fox found herself moving easily alongside the cat as they finally left the lot and walked up the plain trail. "I take it you're nervous?"

Ears pinned back as she nodded, "Is it that obvious?" She laughed, "I've just never done anything like this, and the whole questionnaire process was just a little..."

"Intimidating?" She flashed a smile again as her tail danced behind her slowly. "It can be, and that's a little bit of the reason why it's so daunting. We have a much longer list to pull from, and some people spend half the night on call answering questions. Part of my job is to know when to stop asking questions and just talk." She flashed a smile, "And don't worry, I was nervous the first time I came here too. Even more nervous the first day I started to work here."

Cindy found herself more than a little disbelieving in that. "Can't imagine you to be the slightest bit nervous." She found herself falling into step with the other female. What was her name? She knew the cat had told her what it was during the call but she couldn't remember.

The laugh was quick, "Oh there are still times when I get nervous. If you don't get nervous now and then there's something wrong with you." They rounded a corner and the trees fell away to reveal a field that seemingly stretched out forever. She could see a large farmhouse maybe a mile or so down the road, outbuildings gathered around the gray-white building like a bunch of chicks flocking around a hen. Between them and the farmhouse was a truly massive barn, stable building. At least she assumed it was the barn since it was painted classic farm red and white. She could see people moving around the fields, riding horses, working the yard, and who knows what else.

"So tell me something, Cindy, you'd mentioned as part of your interview that you're curious about being ridden."

The comment tore her away from looking over the field in awe. "What?" It took a few seconds for her to fully process what was asked. "Um... ah..." She hesitated a second, kicking at the ground with a soft little huff as ears colored and lay back ever so slightly. "Yeah, I might have..."

"May I?" the question came before she could come up with an excuse or anything else. Elegant hand slipped over her shoulder, another resting on the small of her back.

There was something about the touch that sent little shivers down her spine. "Y-yeah, I don't see why not." Weight shifted smoothly as the feline swung up without breaking stride. It caught Cindy off guard and she stumbled a few steps as a low panic surged up her spine. A gentle shushing and soft pat to her shoulders calmed her and she strode on with a nervous hitch in her gait.

Body shifted on her back, knees tightening against her flanks as the feline kept herself balanced atop the foxtaur. "Easy now," delicate fingers stroked her neck and cheek, sending shivers racing down her spine. Cindy took a breath and steadied herself, easing into her regular pace. It was beyond weird to have someone perched so easily on her back so casually. When she was a kit, some of her friends used to ride on her as part of whatever game they were playing. It was great fun while it lasted, she'd been more than strong enough to carry even the largest of her friends.

As with many great things kids discovered, it was ruined once parents got involved.

They were busy with a game of cowboys when Allie's parents saw them playing. Word spread through the mom-chain faster than lightning and she was called home and lectured before she knew which way was up. Hour upon hour her mother berated her for letting other children ride her like 'a common beast' rather than treating her like the proud taur she was. Matters only got worse when her father got home and he started on a whole new series of speeches about respect and things she couldn't have begun to comprehend at her age. Figured it was over when they finally sent her to bed, but then her grandmother had heard about it and sweet lord. Years passed before she was able to go over there without getting some sort of lesson.

It wasn't until years later when some curious exploration online, as a teenager was want to do, lead her to certain websites that filled in details she'd been missing with those lectures. And it was those same sites that eventually led to where she was right now. Walking down a packed dirt path with an attractive Siamese feline perched lightly upon her back.

Cindy felt her cheeks warming as the cat rolled her hips ever so slightly to adjust with her stride. Going up a bit of an incline meant that the cat leaned forward, her breasts pressing to Cindy's back. Ears bolted up at the feel of that soft chest pressing to her back, legs tightening against her barrel. The fox swallowed nervously, "So, uh, I'm so sorry but I can't remember your name."

"No need to apologize, it's Kat." She stopped at the top of the hill and looked over her shoulder incredulously. The feline greeted with a smile, "Out here we all use pseudonyms, I'm Katherine, but most everyone calls me Kat. Your name is going to be... " she fished a phone out of her pocket, hips shifting smoothly against Cindy's back as she hummed, "Let me see." Fingers danced over the screen in search for something. "Ah here it is, Midnight. Midnight Fireball to be precise. Would you mind if we picked up the pace? Don't want to be late for your first day. I could get off if you want."

Cindy shook her head, "No, I can manage." She started up again, easing into a gentle trot so she didn't throw off her riding partner. "I was about to say, Midnight doesn't sound like a name that suits me very well." Under her clothes, she knew all too well that her body was a fiery red and white, the only black being her socks. "Sounds more like a horse's name."

"Oh it is." Kat's hands swept forward to wrap around her midsection, fingers combing through her belly fur as her body shifted smoothly to keep up with the motions. She might have been mistaken, but it sounded like a moan whispered it's way into her words, "The questions guided me in the right direction and our little chat after confirmed it so I signed you up for our Equestrian program." There was no mistaking the way that her hips shifted now, rolling to meet the steady bounces of Cindy's shoulders. "Your belongings will be secured in a locker for the duration of your stay." A hand eased under her shirt slowly, making the vixen's fur bristle with growing excitement as those words were whispered into her cocked ear. "That means your luggage, phone, shoes, even your clothes. You'll be given special garments to wear, as well as specialized spelling quarters."

She bit her lower lip as the hand swept higher, inching ever closer to her breast. Breaths were coming faster now, both of her hearts starting to pound in her chest. "Your body will be on display as we work you through a daily regime of nature rides, field work if you're willing, perhaps some show riding, maybe races?"

"I've always enjoyed races!" she blurted out as the fingers brushed the underside of her breast. Only too keenly aware of how hard her nipples were. "Ahh ha, been on the track team a couple years."

Kat's laugh as soft against her neck, "That's good, maybe you'll place high in our little racing event. Maybe you could even dethrone Amadeus, the reigning champ." The hands dropped from under her breasts to rest just under the hem of her shirt. Using just the very tips of her fingers to comb through Cindy's pelt. The fox felt her eyes narrow with a soft murmur at the gentleness.

A ring cut through the moment, "Excuse me." Out came Kat's phone again, "I'm with a new client. Yes, she got here and I was just..." Thighs tightened against her side and Cindy fought the urge to try and listen in as a muffled voice rang out over the phone. "He what? Good fucking grief." A heavy sigh rang from her, "He knows that's gonna come out of his account? What am I saying, of course he does, he's got more than enough to cover it. I'll be there as quick as I can." Kat hissed something under her breath, "I hate to do this but I need your help with something cause I'm pretty sure you're faster."

Her heart was hammering away in her chest now, "Y-yeah, what do you need?" She hoped it wasn't dangerous. Couldn't be dangerous if Kat was going to involve her. Could it?

Hand gave her side a pat, "Good, need you to get me to that barn as fast as you can." Knees dug at her sides as arms wrapped around her, "Heeyah!"

Don't ask her why, but that sound made Cindy leap forward, feet pounding against the path as Kat held on. She lay closer to Cindy's body, feet tucked out of the way of the taur's galloping limbs. Weight shifted expertly as Cindy bolted over the path. "Can you make the fence?" came the shouted question. She didn't answer, focused on running as she was, instead just veered off the path for the fenced in pasture.

Body gathered into the jump, Kat's limbs wrapping tighter around her frame as she sprang. It had been a while since she'd actually practiced and competed in track, but her body still knew how to handle jumping over hurdles.

Her body flew upwards in a smooth arc, limbs tucking against her belly as she twisted to sail over that wooden fence. A tremor raced through her body as the world slowed to a crawl. It felt like she hung in the air forever. Wind whipping through her pelt as Kat's body shifted against hers so very slowly. Thighs tightening against her flanks, feet sliding against her belly with a nearly sensuous brush. One hand curling around her belly as the other tightened on her shoulder. The feline's breath puffing against her neck with that slow exhale. Cindy felt her own eyes closing as she savored the moment for as long as she could.

It was a good thing that her body knew what to do since her mind was lagging so far beyond. Forelegs sprang out an instant before she would've slammed into the ground. The shock of impact made her eyes snap open, legs buckling just enough to take the impact before launching herself forward.

As expected, Kat jostled against her back with a grunt from the landing. Cindy's ears ticked back with embarrassment at just how rough it had been. She started to slow down as her mind raced to analyze the landing to she could make it better next time. Maybe come in flatter? That way she could use all four of her legs to brace against the impact.

"Heeyah!" knees dug at her side suddenly. The foxtaur let out a surprised yip and catapulted herself forward. Feet thudding even harder against the pasture's grass. "There you go!" Kat's voice called towards her, the cat's grip loosening a little. Her hips and body rolling to keep up with the bareback ride. "Run alongside the barn, there." The hand snuck out from alongside her flank, pointing at the building. Without a word, Cindy angled her gallop towards the building.

Or more accurately, gallop alongside it. Kat guided her over another fence line, her body shifting to nearly lay out perpendicular to the ground, snatching up a length of rope as they shot past. Kat righted herself with a grunt, pulling hard enough on Cindy's pelt to make the taur grunt. "Sorry, much harder without a saddle." The legs tightened against her barrel as the cat leaned back and did something with the rope.

"It's... okay." She panted out, muscles starting to ache and complain at her to slow down and take things easier for a little while.

Kat gave her side a pat, "Almost there, just around the corner." That was a relief to hear, Cindy shivering as the feline stroked over her side. Reaching down into her depths she took a deeper breath before launching herself forward and around the corner.

Instantly regretting doing so as well.

A bunch of people were around the other side of the barn, shouting and waving their hands. Honestly surprised she hadn't seen or heard them, but she had been a bit consumed with the act of running itself. The group was surrounding a very, very large bulltaur.

He towered over everyone else out there, angry eyes wide as he snorted and pawed at the ground. Chest bared to the world, exposing a body that was rolling with what she doubted was fat. Slabs of muscle rippled as he jerked his head this way and that, snorting at the farm hands. It was clear, at least to her, that he'd been inside the barn at some point earlier but had decided that he wanted out, and that the best way out had been to come through the stable door. Red and white chunks of wood littering the ground around where he was snorting and stomping.

A squeeze and a "Hold up," made Cindy skid to a stop, not that she wanted to get too close to the seemingly rabid bull. Kat shifted on her back, something whooshing behind her before the feline threw a quickly fashioned lasso.

The Brahman's head jerked as the lasso slipped neatly over his wide horns before getting jerked. It wrapped around his truly thick neck and was pulled tighter. He snapped his head around and glared at the foxtaur-riding-cat as the rope was pulled tighter. Torso dropped ever so slightly before rearing back with a bellow. Kat's legs wrapped tighter around Cindy's body as the male heaved, "OH no you don't!" she yelled as she jerked at the lasso.

Cindy fully expected to either see the Siamese feline yanked from her back, or for herself to be lifted off the ground. Instead, the bull gave out a grunt and dropped to all fours. His glare softening ever so slightly as he gave another toss of his head. Kat pulled hard on the rope and whispered just loud enough for Cindy to hear, "Back up."

Feet dug at the ground and did as she was told. The bull tossing his head a bit and grunting before starting to follow where she pulled. Kat leapt off her back, "Hold this," came the sharp order as she thrust the lasso into her hands. Cindy gripped it tight, staring at the bull with wide eyes as she kept the rope taut. She shook with adrenaline as the cat stalked over to the bull and reached up, grabbing his nose ring and wrenching his head down. The male's head dropped until he was eye-level with the smaller feline. From a good twenty feet away, Cindy couldn't hear what was being said, other than it being sharp hisses from Kat and something sheepish from the bull. He tried a smile but she jerked at the ring again and growled something before releasing him.

She tugged at the lasso but Cindy didn't let go. Kat didn't even look back as she called over her shoulder, "Midnight, I'm gonna need this rope."

"Oh right, sorry." Cindy dropped the rope like it was on fire, ears pinning back as Kat wound it up and handed it off to someone else, talking with them and the bull for a long moment. Each time the bull tried to say something, she'd pull at the ring and give him a look, whatever he had to say dying off into a grunt.

With nothing else to do at the moment, she found herself looking around. Most of the people outside were dressed much like Kat was. Jeans, tees, flannels, a few cargos here and there, pretty much what one would expect for being out at an actual farm. Some wore far less, more obviously fetish gear covering their bodies here or there. Thigh-high boots transforming feet into something more hoof-like. Gloves that reached up over the elbow that turned hands into mittens. Breasts or even cocks on full display. And some wore even less than that.

Her ears were pinned back as she averted her eyes quickly, shifting from foot to food as sh waited for Kat to come back around. She was torn between looking over everyone and oogling at what she saw, and wanting to be somewhat modest at least.

"You know you're going to strain your neck if you keep looking away from people so fast." Kat breathed out a huff as she strolled over, "Sorry about that, Bodacious gets a little too into what he's playing. Swear we end up rebuilding and renovating so many things after he leaves, but the guy doesn't care. His account is just a bottomless pit we keep throwing checks at." She shook her head and planted a hand on her hip, "What an introduction, ey?"

Cindy let out a nervous laugh, focusing on Kat to avoid looking at the large bull as he was lead past, parts just swinging in the breeze. "It's okay, it was..." she trailed off as she ran her fingers through her hair, "Exciting for sure."

Kat smiled, "Well, probably not going to have to handle a situation like that again. Or maybe you will." she rolled her shoulders in a shrug, "Never know how it's going to turn out around here sometimes." She seemed almost wistful for a moment, staring off into the distance. A moment passed. Then two. Kat blinked, shook her head, and focused on Cindy again. "Right! Let's get you settled in." Taking the lead, she lead the way around the side of the barn, avoiding the crew cleaning up the mess out there. "Now, I know I asked about this before, but you're not on any medications we need to know about, right? No allergies either?"

Cindy shook her head, glad that she had someone to talk with and focus on so she didn't have to stare at any of the other guests as they frolicked around. "No medicine other the usual stuff, and no allergies."

Kat nodded and tapped out a few things on her phone, "We just like to make doubly sure. Had one guy that didn't tell us that he needed glycerin tablets for his heart. Nearly dropped dead during an event." She must have caught the look Cindy was giving her because she added, "Don't worry, he pulled through. Although he's now banned from our facilities."

Together they walked into the barn and Cindy's eyes widened slowly. From the outside, it was hard to appreciate the scale of the building. Inside, well it was still hard since there were so many divided up areas and rooms and stalls. Cindy's head kept jerking one way then the other as they roamed past one area after another. Huge fans kept the air moving, cutting the summer heat down to something a bit more bearable.

Despite the dull roar of the fans, Kat's voice lifted high enough to be heard, "You'd mentioned how much you enjoyed camping, this should be better than staying outdoors your entire trip. Unless that's something you want, could be arranged though."

Cindy's ears ticked back slightly as she thought about that, "Fun as it sounds, think I'll pass on it this time. Especially after the storm I drove through to get here." It'd gotten pretty dicey there for a moment, dropping visibility to almost nothing and forcing her to slow to a crawl.

Her guide chuckled, "Yeah they can get pretty nasty out here without too much warning." Kat stopped them in front of a window and knocked at it.

Knuckles had barely met wood when the window popped open an a goat popped her head out, "Kat, good morning. How you doing, girl? Didn't see you at breakfast, hope you got a good meal in before they start running you ragged today." The goat gal sounded like she was maybe in the upper reaches of her forties, but she radiated energy that made her sound far younger. Unlike Kate's work clothes, or even the barn dwellers' lack of clothing, she wore a loose fitting sundress that simply wafted around her frame. "When are you guys going to stop that big bull from wrecking my barn? I'm getting tired of having to order new lumber for his stall." Eyes darted to her, "And who is this?"

Whiskers twitched into a smile, "I grabbed something at the tail end of breakfast, I'll make sure to get a good lunch to make up for it. And he's been warned about that, but even the increased fees hasn't slowed him down yet." Kat barely paused to take a breath as she swung her hand around, "This is Midnight Fireball, and this is her first time here. Midnight, this is Nan, she watches over everything here in the barn." Reaching out, Kat gave her cheek a gentle stroke, "I've got a few things I need to take care of so I'm going to leave you in her very capable hands."

Nan had leaned forward and was giving Cindy the once over as she was introduced, "Go get some lunch, sugar." She called after Kat without taking her eyes off Cindy, "I would love to know how those names are chosen. Well darling, there's no easy way to put this so I'm just gonna say it." She slid a plastic bin forward, "Need you to strip down and put everything in here."

That made her ears pop up in shock before a blush began to crawl across her muzzle, "What? Strip down... Here? " she shifted nervously.

Muzzle dipped just enough for Nan to peer at her over the rims of her glasses, "Sweety, everyone's gonna see you naked one way or another, no need to be shy about it now."

True as that might be, it wouldn't stop her from being at least somewhat nervous about the whole affair. Cindy took a shivering breath and started by taking her bags off. They were a set of, for lack of a better term, saddle bags that held her clothes, charger, and all that. Only took a few seconds to unstrap them and drop them into the bin. "Your phone in here?"

"Yeah," she nodded as she worked her second pouch off, "Outside pocket on the left."

Nan fished it out, "We like to keep them on charge and labeled so if there's an emergency, we can get in touch with you." Neat, precise handwriting filled out information on a strip of tape she laid across the screen before putting it somewhere just out of sight. Cindy craned her head a little and saw a massive shelf filled with phones, each bearing a label with the neatly printed name and species of its owner. Nan was bent over, putting hers on a shelf and checking the connection. Which meant that her sundress slid up enough to reveal the fact that she was utterly lacking in underwear.

Cindy leaned back when the goat turned around again and gave her a look, smiling sheepishly. "And don't worry about your phone going missing. Only two people got a key to this room, and only one person has any business using it." She leaned forward with a smile, "And don't worry, Sugar." Elbows planted on the counter, giving Cindy a great view right down the top of that dress. And yes, the goat was lacking a bra as well. "If you do well out there during the day, can lend out a tablet at night if you need it."

She laughed softly, "That's not exactly what I'm nervous about..." The vixen shivered nervously before steeling herself and prying her shirt off, practically throwing it into the bin.

Nan applauded her softly, "There you go! Doesn't that feel better already? Especially in this barn, damned thing is hot as balls out there." She tugged the front of her dress to fan herself a bit in demonstration.

Shockingly, she was right. Cindy ruffled fingers through her fur and huffed, "Yeah, it is feeling better already." She laughed nervously.

"Great! Now lose the bra too, sugar."

Oh yeah. That. Every bit of thrill dropped away as Cindy chewed on her lip nervously, shuffling all four feet on the worn wooden floor of the barn. Maybe she could talk to them about letting her keep it on for now? Or could talk about changing her vacation package? No, if she did that then she'd lose out on the equestrian package that Kat had her signed up for. Really didn't want to make anyone go through all the trouble of designing a package just for her just to abandon it. It'd be rude wouldn't it? She could always change it later. Right? Wasn't any law saying she had to stay in what role she was assigned to.

Although now she knew why Kat had asked her about a safe word. Something that wouldn't come up in normal conversation.

With the Butterscotch resting on the tip of her tongue, she reached back to undo her bra and drop it into the bin. Although she couldn't keep her arm from covering herself and hiding her breasts as a blush crept along her neck.

"There we go!" Nan said, snatching the bin away before she could change her mind. Cindy getting treated to another up-skirt from the goat as she stashed away Cindy's belongings in a cabinet. Tagging it with another neatly written strip of tape. "It feels a little weird at first, but trust me when I say that by the end of the week, you'll hate putting your shirt back on."

Nan turned back to her and motioned to the side, "Come around over here." She perked her ears and did as the goat bid, meeting Nan over by a door. Popping out, she locked the door behind her before fishing out a tape measure. "Just going to need a few quick stats then we can get you settled in." Moving around, she began to quickly measure along Cindy's back, arms, shoulders, even checking over her muzzle. "I'll tell you what, when I first got in here we were trying to go off our customer's measurements. Gotta say that didn't work out nearly as well as you'd think." She heaved out a sigh, "Nothing quiet like an ill-fitting saddle to ruin someone's vacation. Gives a whole new meaning to saddle sore. Nothing quiet ruins a vacation like needing to apply ointment, let me tell you."

She breathed out a sigh and shook her head, "Listen to me just prattling on like I'm far older than I am." The tape was wound around her wrist and a couple more notes jotted down. "Most of the stuff will have to wait until tomorrow. We keep a lot of tack in various sizes, I'll get Fish on tweaking what we've got to fit you. Until this." she opened the door and leaned in, fetching a collar from the inside of the door. "Now, I know you're in the equestrian program, but this is something that'll help identify you as a guest. On top of that," she tapped the collar against a tablet and waited until it chimed, "there we go. Any employee will be able to access your profile as well as events. It has a built in GPS sensor as well, so we can find you if you get lost. Bend down."

Her cheeks were burning as she did what the motherly goat asked. The collar easily slipped around her neck and was fastened into place. "Shouldn't be too tight." Nan did a quick check on the fit of the collar. "Looking real good there, Midnight." One last check on her tablet and she nodded, "Everything's good to go. It's a little late on in the afternoon so probably just going to turn you loose into the fields and let you meet some of the others."

Cindy couldn't help but feel flustered as the goat checked over her tablet, humming and hawing. "So we just stay in the stables?"

Brows arched as Nan looked up at her with a half smile, "It's not as bad as it sounds. At least we're not making you eat and drink from a trough. Well." She paused for a moment, clicking her teeth together, "Not unless you want to that is. Think that's a might beyond you right now though. Less you're a naughtier thing than you let on, but I doubt it."

She was right to doubt it. Just thinking about it made Cindy squirm more than she'd care to admit, huffing softly as she kept her breasts covered. "Thought so," Nan nearly bleated, sounding a bit too proud of herself if you asked Cindy. "Don't e so down girlie, no one here's gonna do anything that you don't want to. We take consent very seriously." Her voice went a little cold, "That goes for girls or guys. If anyone, ANY ONE," she emphasized the word, "says no and someone don't listen, then they're in deeper shit than you could ever imagine. And if you say no and someone don't listen, or if you just get in trouble? Just give your collar a squeeze right here." Hands guided her to a little bump on he collar. "Three quick ones. Alarm'll go off after the first press, the other two are so we know it's not a mistake, but someone's gonna check on you regardless just to be sure." A shier ran down her spine at the goat's tone. Motherly and sweet as Nan had been this far, that icy cold tone put the fear in her. Cindy suddenly got the feeling that she'd rather face down a bear than cross her.

The chill snapped away the instant Nan smiled at her, "Now, how about we get you outside so you can introduce yourself to some of the others?"

"Sounds good," Cindy gave a little laugh, trying to shake the nerves that still lingered.

Nan's little supply area was right by one of the barn's great doors, thrown open to offer some more breeze. A breeze that Cindy was thankful for since it the summer had been setting some record temperatures this year. She couldn't begin to imagine what it'd be like in there without the fans running. Holy fuck, how was she going to sleep tonight without her room being cold?

A slap to her haunch made her yip and skip ahead a few feet, "There ya go, now ge out there and frolic, run around, be free. Or just sweat your ass off like the rest of them out there." Nan rolled the door shut behind her with a thud.

Rather than try to get back inside, Cindy huffed and headed out into the field as the goat insisted. Didn't mean that she uncovered her breasts yet, or let her tail swing up away from her bared privates. Sure, she was a taur and had an excuse for why parts of her were exposed, but she'd always had her panniers or something covering her back there at least. Now she just had her arm and tail to keep it all somewhat private

"Hey!" ears perked at the call, "Hey! Over here!" Took her a second to spot who was yelling. There was a little group standing around under a building that was nothing more than posts holding up a roof. One of the figures was waving at her.

Cindy ventured over to the shade building, eyes quickly darting over the people standing around. A couple other taurs but most were bipedal, and there was a wide range of species. The bull from earlier smirking at her from where he was secured to one of the posts, a donkey, couple equines, a handful of sheep, and another foxtaur hanging out by the bull, chatting with him. It was a cow, Jersey if she had to guess, that had waved her over. "Ohhh you a new one? Welcome to the Ranch with the rest of us farm animals."

She gave a shy little wave and stepped into the shaded area, "Hey, and uh... thank you. I'm Ci... Ah Midnight Fireball." Had to remember about the new names. Wasn't sure what type of punishment would come down on her if she blurted that out.

Ears shot up as the cow lowed out an impressed noise, "Oooooh, Midnight Fireball, I like it." Hands pressing up under her chin, the cow wiggled with excitement, her prodigious breasts swaying from side to side, "I go by Daisy. Want a drink?" Heavens help her she couldn't keep her eyes from dropping to the bovine's breasts. "Not what I meant, but you're welcome to some if you want." The cow lifted one of her breasts and gave a little squeeze, a drop of milk appearing on the teat.

Just when Cindy thought that she couldn't have blushed anymore. "No no, I uh...." she stammered out, "No thank you?" Hands flew up to cover her face as she groaned, "I didn't meant, I just ah..."

"Think you'd have enough of that after being milked every morning, Daisy. Should probably warn you about that while we're at it, her moans are loud enough to wake the dead once that machine gets going." Cindy peeked out from behind her fingers to see the other foxtaur had come over and was holding out a bottle of water. "Hey, I'm Day."

She was about to mention how strange of a name Day was, but then again she was going by Midnight until she left here. Cindy took the bottle with a smile, "I guess I'll be going by Midnight or something like that around here."

The gray fox flashed a smile at her, "Midnight Fireball, I heard. Could always go by Fi, but that's just my opinion about it."

Daisy huffed, her cheeks coloring a rosy color, but that could be from how her fingers were rolling against her teat. "I keep telling you guys nothing like a good morning milking. Especially when you've got Jebidiah handling that." She leaned in towards Cindy, "When you see Jeb you'll know him. Guy never had more than two words to say at a time, big, strong hands, built like a tank and hung like... well you'll see eventually."

The afternoon turned to evening without much incident. A quick rainstorm helped cool things off some, leaving them relatively dry under their little shade. Throughout the afternoon she did a lot of talking with the others, eventually relaxing enough that she forgot to keep her breasts covered. Not that they compared to Daisy's, but she only realized that her hand had dropped when a few of them were suddenly looking away from her face. Oh sure, she'd blushed and moved to cover herself, but what the hell? They'd already seen the girls and everyone else seemed comfortable with nudity.

She'd learned more about the Ranch as a whole. After hearing more about how things worked out here she had nothing but respect for the staff and the lengths they went through to ensure the guests were comfortable and seen to. Color her more than a little surprised to learn that there were actual farm animals here, mostly horses and dogs, but also chickens. As it turned out, that on top of there being a coop full of hens to get eggs from, there was a larger one for hens of another sort.

In the hours they'd spent talking, a few staff showed up now and then to check on them. They brought out fresh water, ice for the large cooler, and even some frozen pops for them. It was the apparently legendary Jeb that had brought the water and ice, tooling up in an old pickup that sagged to one side until the large horse had gotten out. Near as she could tell, all he wore was a pair of overalls, and as she'd been told he never said more than two words as he heaped ice into the cooler. The entire time he'd been out there, Daisy had been practically swooning over the draft horse, flirting with him as hard as she could. His monosyllable responses didn't seem to cool her fires, the Jersey only pressing closer to him as he did his job then rattled off in the pickup.

The sun was just starting to go down when a bell rang from the farm house itself, their collars buzzing almost at the same time. "That's supper time," Day spoke up, tossing his empty bottle into the recycling bin.

Cindy perked her ears as the others began to waltz towards the barn rather than the farm house. "Um, shouldn't we be going..." she pointed weakly towards the building but hurried her step up to match the other's paces.

"Nope," Daisy spoke up from her other side, "Not unless you change what type of fantasy you're getting. Don't worry though, Fi, we'll get a good meal."

More curious than hungry, she followed the others back into the barn. Nan was ushering them all in with calls and waving hand, ticking them off of her tablet as they ambled past. "Any slower and you might miss your meal, and you don't wanna miss what we've got prepared for y'all tonight!" She flashed a grin, "How you liking it so far, having fun? Good. Come over this way, your stall is over here." Planting a hand on her shoulder, Nan steered her away from the others and to an open door.

When someone said stall, Cindy fully expected four wooden walls, hay on the floor, and maybe a door leading outside as well as into the building. What she got was something more like a small hotel room.

Sure enough there was a door leading outside, but it was tightly closed. The floor was some sort of laminate rather than being covered in hay. And to her delight there was a little wall AC perched near a couch-like bed, much like the one she had at home. "Good enough for you, ya think?" Nan flashed a smile as she waved her hand to show off the accommodations.

"Wow," she breathed out, "Not at all what I was expecting." Padding into the room, she tried out the bed before settling onto it with a soft groan. Reaching out, she played with the vent and groaned as the blissfully cool air washed over her.

"Wonderful!" Nan grinned, "Bathroom is just outside, down that way, you've gotta share it with others so don't shower or take too long. Make sure to keep it locked up unless you plan on..." Nan's gestures left little to the imagination, "but even then, don't go hogging it too long. Shower sex is great until we cut off the hot water, neither of you would like that." Bleating a laugh, she pulled down a little table from the wall as a rather regal looking rooster strutted into the room and set down a tray. "Thank you, Alexander."

Nan clapped her hands, "Well, you've got dinner, know where the bathroom is. There's blankets and things up in that cabinet there if you need them. Someone will be by to get the plates in a bit. Lights out is at nine, so have fun." She started for the door, "Oh, and if you need anything," she pointed at a phone, "That will ring me, and if it can't get me it'll call up the other staff. The stalls are private spaces, don't go into one unless you're invited, and no one will come in here unless you invite them."

And then she was gone, sliding the stall door shut. Truth be told, Cindy was pretty tired. The long drive followed by a run then just standing around in the heat had sapped her pretty hard. She stretched towards the dinner plate and perked her ears at what was on there. Half a fried chicken, a heaping spoon of mac and cheese, biscuits, and some roast veg. All with a slice of what she'd guess was a chocolate pie to wrap it all up. Well... be rude of her not to at least try it.

Cindy bolted down the food faster than she cared to admit, but it was so good. And the iced juice served alongside it was just so refreshing. The taur breathed out a sigh after the meal and returned to lay in front of her AC, letting that icy wind wash over here until she dozed off.

Must have been more tired than she'd thought because she was out like a light for a little while. Only waking up when her bladder let her know that she needed to get up and take care of things. It took her a few moments to remember where she was, and only after panicking briefly when she couldn't find her phone.

Blinking the sleep from her eye, Cindy sat up and looked around. Her stall was closed up, but that didn't stop light from leaking in the windows that lined the half-walls. She could hear snores and mutterings from other stalls in the barn as well as the constant drone of the huge fans that kept running. A groan was forced from her as she stretched out before standing up and stumbling to the door. It slid open with a whisper, all the lights lining the hall on low. Which was more than enough for her to make it to the bathroom at the end of the hall, its door glowing with the light that stayed on inside. Just a quick trip down there to take care of business and back to sleep. No doubt she'd need it before tomorrow.

Just a quick trip and she was back out into the hall. She made it a few steps before a moan made her freeze, ears shooting up. Low whispers and a little muttering followed by a grunt. Deep down she knew exactly what those noises were, but that didn't stop her curious feet from shuffling down the hall.

"That all you... Unnf, got?" she'd reached the end of the hall and was gazing down. Two figures stood just outside the supply room. Nan with both hands planted on the wall and her dress hiked nearly up to her shoulders. Jeb stood behind her, his overalls down to his ankles and cock buried deep in the goat's pussy. Nan looked back at him with a huff, "You getting soft again? Too used to fucking that cow as she's milked? You've gotta work for it to make me scream, boy. Gonna ask you again, that all you got?"

"Nope," came the lazy grunt. Stallion drawing back, mottled cock glistening with her juices before slamming forward. Nan grunted and gritted her teeth as the large male almost pounded her into the wall. Bleating out, she drove back with every bit as much vigor. Thrusts started to come harder now as massive hands curled around her hips.

Nan grunted, "Tha...t's mor...ugh! More.... like aaah," eyes rolled back as the goat began to bleat louder. Noises soon falling into animalistic grunts as the draft horse rutted her. The sound of her pussy squelching around his cock and the crash of his balls smacking off her belly drowning even that out.

Cindy bit at her knuckle to hold back a whimper as she watched the two going at it. "Holy fuck," she whispered to herself, "It's like a baby's arm holding an apple..." How in the world the goat could take that monstrous thing was beyond her. She was a taur, and thus larger, and she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to manage what that stallion had to offer.

Her hips were squirming as she breathed out low huffs, watching with wide eyes as the farm hands rutted like a pair of animals. It wasn't long before Nan was bucking back and uttering an orgasmic grunt. Jeb following pretty soon after. Slamming in and emptying into her. From her hiding spot around the corner, Cindy had a near perfect view as the stallion pulled out, cum dripping from his cock and Nan's gaping pussy lips. His cock was still swaying in the breeze as he dropped to his knees and began to clean her up with loud slurps.

Nan turned to rub his head, "That's a good boy, get Nanny goat all clean. Every drop now." He groaned at her, eyes rolling to look up as he buried his muzzle against her pussy. "You're getting to be a good stallion, but still got a ways to go before I'm happy. Got that?"

He nodded, "Yess'm." Licking his lips, the stallion let his tongue slide over her thigh before standing up slowly. Picking up his overalls and putting them into place.

Still blushing, Cindy backed up as quickly as she could, trying to be as quiet as she could. Hurrying back to her stall, she eased the door shut and dropped to her bed with a huff. So, the clients weren't the only ones out here having fun? Honestly, it didn't surprise her in the least now that she thought about it. Kat had mentioned how she'd been here before she was a worker. Plus they were just flesh and blood so it really wasn't surprising that they'd be out here...

Burying her head into her pillow, the taur tried to ignore the warmth in her lower parts as she squirmed and wiggled to get comfortable.

Fuck, she wish she had her sex toys.

True to Day's promise, she was roused by the sound of some very loud moans and cries of, "OH FUCK YES!" echoing through the barn.

Someone knocked at the door before it whispered open, "Oh good you're up, better than an alarm clock I tell you." Nan strutted in with a tray and set it down. "Breakfast sleepy head, do you want juice or coffee?" Cindy groaned and muttered into her pillow, "Coffee it is. There's also a toothbrush and toothpaste here. They'll be yours while you're here." As she bustled around, she had to bend over a couple times. Nan was wearing another of her sundresses and nothing else. Which meant that Cindy got a couple looks at the goat's pussy as she bustled around. A shiver ran up her spine and the tuar tucked her tail around her haunches. "Think Kat's got something scheduled for you pretty early, so eat up, shower if you want, she'll be around before long." Nan was out the door and it was nearly closed before stopping. "Oh, and if you want Jeb to give you a round like he gave me last night, gonna have to schedule it." She cackled and shut the door.

Just when she thought she'd be over blushing. Cindy groaned into her pillow and stay there until the smells wafting from the breakfast tray drew her up. Mostly it was the coffee that got her from bed.

Correction, mug of coffee with a small carafe as well. Nan was a saint. She chewed on a bit of bacon as she mixed creamer into the coffee before nearly downing half of the mug as quick as she could. She could worry about burning her tongue later, needed caffeine now.

Her breakfast was nearly done and, after at least three cups of coffee, she was well on her way to being awake when someone knocked at her door. Once again, the knocks barely registered before the door slid open and Kat strode in. She was dressed much the same as she had been the day before, a rather comfortable looking pair of jeans, shirt, and hiking boots. "Good morning, I hope you slept well."

Cindy tried to swallow down her breakfast, but Kat just waved at her, "No need to rush, got a couple hours before anything is on the schedule so go ahead and finish your breakfast." The feline crossed the room with her usual grace and sat on the bed, pulling out her phone and checking over it. "So, got a couple options for today. You could go out, lounge with the others in the pasture again. Get in some equestrian stuff later in the afternoon. Hurdles, running a few laps, nothing too strenuous unless you want to try for the rodeo courses. I'd advise against it since there is a race tomorrow afternoon and you'd mentioned you wanted in on that." She was doing her best to eat while giving her host the attention she felt was due. "However... there is another option you might be interested in."

This time she'd swallowed down enough of the fluffiest biscuit she'd ever had that she could answer. "What's that. Coffee?" she offered, feeling a little rude that she was drinking while Kat just sat there.

"No thanks, I already had a cup this morning." She flashed an easy smile, "Any more than that and I start getting jittery." Nails tapped against her phone case a moment. "I spoke with Fish and he said that he already had your gear ready. He had trouble sleeping now and then so he knocked it out last night." Kat angled her head ever so slightly and flashed Cindy a sweet little smile, "After our little run last night, I thought maybe we could do something more relaxing. You see, I was planning a little overnight camping trip. Nothing too hard, a few hours out, stay a night on this lovely little spot I know about, then a few hours back. By all estimations, should give you plenty of time to recover and rest before the race, if you're interested in that."

The race did sound fun, she hadn't been in an actual race in a little bit. It'd been hard enough to keep the taur track team going when she was in school and after that, well she was good but she wasn't so enthralled with it that she wanted to make track her live goal. So she'd fallen out of practice a bit, as evidenced by how winded she'd been after that dash yesterday afternoon. A hike would help her stretch out her muscles a bit and get some exercise in without being too bad. It couldn't be that bad if Kat was suggesting she do this before a race. Right? "Sounds like fun!"

A grin crawled across that Cheshire face, a purr oozing from Kat's throat. Setting her phone down, she let her chin rest on a palm. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Sounds like fun, she'd thought, well it wasn't all bad but it sure as hell was embarrassing. It hadn't taken her long to finish up breakfast and grab a quick trip to the bathroom, no shower, Kat had urged her, they'd be late if they waited around for her to dry out. She'd done a quick freshen up but then hurried to meet the feline outside and around back of the barn to Fish's workshop. At least she'd thought his name had been Fish, but as it turned out he went by Hephestos, Fish as a nickname.

It'd been impossible not to smile when the energetic border collie greeted them from his shop, wheeling out of the shop to meet them both. Kat explained that he'd picked the name for himself, for some rather obvious reasons. Not that let that slow him down in the least, before Cindy had been fully introduced he was already coming around her, double checking measurements. Normally, she'd say that he was very bold with where his hands went, but a look from Kat had her stop and shut her mouth. Trying to do her best to act like the equine she was here to mimic.

Fish, or more accurately Phes, was quick with his measuring tape before getting Kat to help him haul out Cindy's tack. A sturdy blanket, saddle, bags, and bridle were fitted to her and checked then double checked for the fit.

To say that it was a strange experience to have two sets of hands roaming over her, fitting various bits of gear to her body. The bridle, thankfully without a bit, was the first bit to be fitted onto her head. Straps fitted and adjusted by the collie's quick fingers before he planted a kiss on her nose with a laugh and a declaration of, "You are gorgeous," before working on the saddle. She was still blushing when his hands went under her, stroking her belly as he fastened the straps into place. The blush only getting worse as he fitted the saddle bags, not unlike her own panniers, into place. His rough hands surprisingly gentle as they roamed over her backside and thighs.

She'd been pretty flustered by the time he was done and sending them off with a grin and a wave, winking at her when he mentioned being glad to help her adjust if she needed it. Thankfully, she'd had time to calm down a bit once Kat stopped to stock up for the trip. Stocking some meals, water, and other gear into her bags. Not a lot of things, but by all accounts they wouldn't need a lot.

Which lead to where she was now, strolling along a trail with Kat perched on her back. She was a bit disappointed that the feline wasn't straddling her back directly as she had been doing the day before. And realizing how much she wanted to feel that again just made her blush that much harder.

They'd met Kat's traveling companion, a barn cat who looked a bit rougher around the edges than the refined Siamese feline, and who went by the name of Dragon. She was perched atop a donkey taur whose name she hadn't quiet caught yet. Both felines just kept calling him "hey you" and the like. Where she had a more simple bridle, he had a more full mask, complete with blinders. On top of that, it was rather easy to see the male's sizable privates.

Beautiful as the scenery was, it was hard to miss those pendulous balls as they swayed back and forth with each step. A leather cage was wrapped around his privates and up around those balls, holding onto them as the male strolled.

A hand swept around her front and gripped her breast, fingers homing right in on her nipples with a quick pinch. "They're hypnotic aren't they?" Kat purred into her ear. The fox bit back a whimper and kept up her pace. While she didn't know what Kat would do if she'd slowed down, Dragon had already used a riding crop on the donkey a few times. Although that seemed to be a thing with those two, judging from the muffled groans coming from the male.

"Ol Gus is here every so often and insists on only being able to let off some steam a couple times on his entire trip." Cindy's eyes fluttered as the feline's other hand joined the first. Stroking her breasts slowly as that purr rolled against her back. Fingers rolled around her nipples slowly, coaxing them to steady peaks as the feline pressed forward. It was only as she pressed her chest to Cindy's spine that the foxtaur realized the feline had shed her shirt at some point. Kat's bare breasts pressing against her shoulder blades as the feline's mouth traveled over her neck. "So we like to tease and toy with him, get him all nice and worked up until Dragon decides it's time to let him get off."

Kat shifted on her back with a low purr, teeth finding the very edge of Cindy's ear to nibble on. The fox was doing her best not to whimper and lose pace as the fingers continued to roam over her. "Hope you don't mind us using you to help tease the big lug." The teeth worked against her ear in the lightest of nibbles, that quiet purr rolling against her. "Can always just say no if you want."

How the fuck would she be able to say no in this situation? There was no way on earth she'd be able to say no right now. Her thighs were already shaking a little. Not from the effort of carrying the feline, but from the effect it was having on her.

Oh sure, she could already tell that she was gonna be pretty sore by the time they got done. Legs, back, feet, and so on. It'd been too long since she'd gotten a proper hike in, much less on with any weight on her. Light as Kat was, it was still not something she was used to yet. Yeah, she could blame the novelty of having someone on her back and playing with her as to why she was getting turned on so much. She could feel her insides rolling and starting to ache with arousal. Low, whimpering moans threatening to break free at any moment.

Those teeth slipped against her ear with a gentle kiss before a noise that could have either been a purr or a growl slipped out of the feline's lips. "Don't get too excited now. We've still got a ways to hike."

Was there a term when you were a woman and were blue-balled? Cause whatever their term was, it sure as hell applied to her right now. The hike hadn't been too bad, all things considered, but it had felt like she was working her way through Everest with the way that Kat had kept teasing her without rest. Well, they did take a few rests for a little dip in a stream or to let them cool off, but that didn't slow the teasing.

By the time they made camp in the early afternoon, Cindy was so flustered she couldn't begin to appreciate the beautiful vista laid out before them. A good sit down and some dinner was helping. Something fairly fresh from the kitchen, seems they made their own trail meals for people that wanted to spend more time out in the wilds than others.

Good as the food was, the walk had tired Cindy out far more than she cared to admit. Maybe it was the effort of carrying tack, gear, and Kat. Could have been the relentless teasing that wore her down more than she'd expected. Most likely it was a combination of the two. She could not remember the last time she'd felt this bone-weary. If she wasn't staring at the food in front of her, she was starting to nod off. Each time her head dipped, Cindy would jerk awake, take a few bites, and then just stare at her food for a moment before starting to drift off again.

A giggle made her ears perk and weary eyes lift, expecting to see Kat and Dragon giggling about her. To her surprise, the two felines were shoulder-to-shoulder on a log, near their tent. The pair were constantly altering between taking a bite of food and kissing. Their hands roaming over each other's body. If she perked her ears hard enough she could just pick up the breathy moans as their bodies rubbed against each other.

Cheeks flushed as she tried to focus on her meal. Eyes darted over to Gus, but the donkey was watching the cats while munching away at his food. The pair of them were tethered a few feet away from the single tent. They had a tarp stretched over them and a nice ground sheet under them, but that was about all the shelter they had. Kat had reassured her that it was going to be fine. The forecast didn't show any rain, and if it did they had a second tent stored up.

The knowledge that she'd be outside like an animal made her cheeks flush ever so slightly and invite a soft squirm from the fox.

Keeping her eyes down, she focused on her meal and gloriously cold water. It wasn't long before she was feeling better, even if she was still worn down. She had a feeling that she'd probably sleep through whatever ruckus the cats made tonight. Was still all she could do to keep from going face first into her mashed potatoes as it was.

A hint of movement made her look towards Gus as he shifted. While she'd opted to lay belly down on the pad, he'd remained standing. Meaning that she was at the perfect height to see his sheath as it bulged against the cage that surrounded his flesh. A soft grunt came from the donkey as he stared at their hosts, tongue rolling over his lips. She swore she could hear the leather harness creaking as the cock bulged from the sheath and tried to drop free. His grunt turning into a soft huff as his arousal was denied.

It took a surprising amount of willpower to tear her attention away from that bulging cage and taur. Which naturally meant that her attention shifted to the only other thing to watch. The pussy patrol.

By now food and shirts were abandoned. The felines breathing out louder moans as hands roamed across rears and bared breasts. Cindy worried her bottom lip, wanting to look away from the display but at the same time being entirely enthralled by it. The way that the pair moved. Neither taking the lead while neither exactly followed either. Rather it was a dance with the pair twining against each other. Hand sweeping against toned thigh as mouths found each other and breasts in turn. Rough tongues bathing bared nipples before dancing along the supple surfaces.

Both felines shifted their attention along the other's body, seeking out the waistline of their pants. Zippers hissed and buttons were undone at almost the same time, lithe bodies squirming out of the confines of their jeans. Rolling off the log, Kat grunted as she landed on bottom with Dragon on top. The pause only lasted a second before lips pressed together. Thighs sliding over one another as panty-clad privates were pressed to one another. Whispered moans growing into breathless gasps as bodies rolled into each other.

Hands came down on her backside, rough and heavy as they kneaded her backside. The sudden contact nearly made Cindy scream, but she managed to hold it back. Quite literally hold it back since her fingers closed around her muzzle to keep any noises trapped inside.

Casting a quick glance over her shoulder she saw Gus leaning in. The donkey's rough hands rubbing her backside as his longer muzzle dipped down until the coarse hairs over his nose tickled her bare backside. The foxtaur squeaked into her hands as he snorted at her rear. He caught her looking back at him and gave her a slow wink before ducking his head.

The donkey let his broad tongue slap boldly against her pussy lips. In any other circumstance, Cindy would object rather loudly to having a stranger handle her in such a fashion. One didn't grow up as a tuar without having someone slipping a hand under her butt flap to give her privates a stroke. High school had been an unending nightmare with her being sent to the Principal countless times for kicking someone that decided to get a feel. She'd always imagined it couldn't get any worse than that. At least until she started to go to bars. Although bars tended to have bouncers that were on her sides.

Now though. Gods above she couldn't help herself.

Bushy tail flicked up and to the side, batting against the donkey's muzzle hard enough to make the male snort and shake his head. He peered at her curiously, looking over her lifted backside with lifted brows. Not that she needed to answer him, not verbally at least. Shuffling her feet apart, she found a good stance before lifting. Her rear hiked up almost on its own, offering her privates to the probing jack. It was an offer he was more than happy to take her up on.

His tongue swept over her pussy lips, breath puffing against her with a deep snort as the male breathed in her scent. It was only when his fingers began to spread her that she realized just how much her body needed this. Eyes fluttered as he pushed his tongue into her wet tunnel. Hips jerking as he worked his tongue up and down her entrance before heavy lips closed around her clit and suckled.

Cindy's eyes literally crossed as she bit back a loud yip of pleasure. She shook on the mat as his tongue rolled over her clit before being shoved deeper. The shake turned into a full on quake, the vixen falling forward so her front was on the mat. Unfocused eyes watching the felines as they steadily worked towards the tent. She could only stare vacantly as the tongue spread her tunnel wider than some cocks she'd had before. Oh sweet fuck, she never knew how good a tongue could feel. Ears pinned back as she rocked her hips up against the male. It was only those rough hands that kept her from squirming away from him with her excited shuffling.

After everything that had been happening on the walk up here she was understandably flushed. Any attention to her pussy would've been bliss. Luck would have it that Gus was amazing at this! He had her eyes crossing in a matter of seconds as that fat tongue slapped her tunnel and the jack slurped hungrily at her pussy like it was his favorite dessert. For all she knew it very well could be.

She didn't know how long he'd been at it (seconds? Minutes? Longer?) before she felt her insides start to clamp and grab at his tongue. Muffled yips began to slip past the death grip she had on her muzzle. Hips lifting towards his muzzle as she rose up on her toes. Entire body trembling with anticipation as he slurped away at her snatch. Tongue driving deep and lips sealing against her lower lips with pleased grumbles from the larger male. He buried grunts into her rear as she pushed it back towards him with high-pitched calls as she peaked.

It was easily and readily one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had in her life too. His attention left her light headed and panting as she lay on the ground sheet, cheek laying flat on the cool ground as her world spun around her. Lights danced before her eyes as she lay there, torn between trying to breathe and just needing to ride it all out.

Gus pulled away, tending to her body as she came down slowly. Legs aching from the long walk and being up on her toes for so long. She gradually lowered herself a bit more with a soft moan as her body hummed with the wild energy of her climax. Her hips were still bucking as his hands pulled away from her.

Cindy fully expected to feel the fat tip of a cock pressing against her trembling lips. Was already welcoming it long before it approached.

But it never came.

Shivering, she lay on the ground for a long moment, tail cast to the side and hips lifted. She didn't know just how much she anticipated, needed, the jack in her until he wasn't. Moving slowly, she rolled her head to look over her shoulder at him. He gave her a bit of a sideways grin as he stood there, leather cage barely containing his girth, but he didn't make a move to remove it. He saw where she was looking and gave the slightest head shake before purposefully laying down on his belly as if he didn't want to even tempt her with it. Chewing on her bottom lip, she turned her attention to the cats. Or she would if they weren't already in the tent. Loud moans, yowls, and the sound of flesh impacting flesh coming from inside.

Breathing out a soft sigh, with one last shiver, she curled up onto her side and tucked a pillow that they'd been given under her head. Luckily, between that earth-shattering orgasm and the hike she was pretty quick to drift off.

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"Too damn early for this," Cindy muttered into the mug as she stumbled down the trail. She was back in her gear again with Kat balanced on her back, a light hanging from the chest harness giving the only illumination.

Knees pressed at her side as she stumbled, "Well," Kat started smoothly as she trailed a hand over Cindy's shoulder, "could always take the coffee away and let you wake up normally." A low noise that straddled the line between whimper and growl brought a smile to the queen's lips. "I did tell you we'd have to set out early if you wanted to participate in the race, didn't I? And I even brought along some coffee just for you. Believe a thank you is in order."

Ears pinned back the more that she talked. Cindy knew she was right. While she and Gus hadn't been allowed to speak unless spoken to, it was impossible not to pay attention to conversations going on between Kat and Dragon, and the people back at the Ranch itself. Part of the fantasy she was in was being treated like an animal. An experience which she, rather embarrassingly, was quickly growing to enjoy.

While Kat was being mindful of how she was being treated, she had been rather firm that morning. Getting Cindy awake and shoving a thermos of coffee into her hands while she put the tack in place.

And so here they were, marching back to the Ranch in the gray of pre-dawn. "Thank you, Madam Kat." Cindy muttered into the thermos before taking a long sip. Savoring the warm rush of caffeinated bean water as it rushed past her tongue. A low murr shaking through her as she narrowed her eyes.

Hand ran over her side, "Madam Kat? Well someone has fallen into the role hasn't she?" It took Cindy a few seconds for her weary brain to catch up to what she just said. Cheeks flushing hot as her eyes widened, opting to take another swig of her drink to keep from stammering out some excuse or other. Laughter bubbled up the feline's throat before planting a kiss on her neck. Arms wrapped tight around the tuar's neck as she planted low purrs into there. Cindy felt a flush rush through her body and just increased her pace to a trot. Careful not to spill her precious coffee as she did so.

Thankfully it didn't take long to get back to the Ranch proper. Kat taking her into the barn first thing in the morning where they were met by Nan, "You two have a fun little trip?"

Cindy gave a smile towards the goat, but her attention was on the tray of food placed on a shelf before her. Kat tugged at the reins lightly as she hopped off, "Nah uh, don't get to eat until we've got you cleaned up. Some of that is my breakfast you know."

A soft huff came from the foxtaur, but she stood her ground as the two ladies began to move around her. Taking off the camping gear that had been weighing her down for several miles now. She just managed to hold back the groan as the weight came off her, letting the taur shift and stretch her legs a bit more. Nan and Kat were chatting about this and that. Talking about the race, preparation, and that type of thing. Most everything just washing over her as she yawned softly and blinked. It had been incredibly generous of Kat to bring along some coffee, but it usually took Cindy several mugs to wake up in the morning. Half a thermos was just enough to get her moving. She was swaying on her feet as she stared at the carafe and plates piled high with food.

Then bliss.

She jumped as the brush raced down her back, twisting to look at the two ranch hands. Both had a horse brush and were working it along her pelt. Cindy breathed out a happy sigh, only aware of how scraggly she felt once they began to brush and clean her up. Eyes rolled in pleasure as she let out a throaty groan at the pampered feeling. She didn't even care as the pair laughed, whispering something over her back. Her ear twitched at the conspiratorial whispers, but she didn't move as the hands brushed along her back and flank. Soft moans whispering from her lips as they swept the brushes along her underside. It took a shocking amount of effort to keep from squirming as their brushes danced over her teats on their way along her underside with quick strokes. Either they didn't notice or didn't really care as they alternated between sweeping the brushes down her body and cleaning the bristles.

Head craned with a soft murmur as someone moved to start working on her neck. She breathed out a soft sigh and rolled her head towards the attention as her tail twitched behind her. A soft chuckle sounded near her ear, "Better keep that tail still before she gets aggravated." Cindy breathed out a questioning hum and opened her eyes, finding herself face to face with Nan, the goat brushing her neck and front. A quick look back showed that Kat was carefully binding her tail up. "For the race, can't have it flagging all over the place as you run around can we?"

"Um... no I guess not? You are the experts in all this." She watched for a moment as the feline carefully felt and worked her tail, wrapping bindings around the limb to keep the bushy tail out of the way. She knew the theory behind it, keeping her tail out of the dirt, but hadn't even done that during track. There were some that swore by it, but the only time that she'd tried, the wrapper nearly folded her tail in half and that shit hurt.

It wasn't much longer before everything was done and wrapped and Kat came around with a huff. "Well, that's a fair bit of work before breakfast. Hopefully it hasn't gotten too cold."

Nan waved a brush, "That's why I was helping out, didn't want you two to waste Chef's great food by letting it get cold and nasty." She moved to a cart and pulled out a box,"Besides, kept the parts that needed to be warm in here. Should still be good." Cindy's mouth watered as she watched the food being hauled out and set up on that sideboard. She knew she should eat lighter, memories of her track coach fussing at her flashing to the forefront. Almost as if reading her mind, the motherly goat flashed a smile towards her, "Don't worry about eating your fill. No one really takes these things seriously. Dig in."

That was all the encouragement she needed to dig in alongside Kat. A bit of coffee and a cereal bar were enough to get her going, but this was a real breakfast and exactly what her body needed right now.

"Uh, shouldn't have eaten so much." Cindy muttered as Kat lead her towards the field that had been set up for the race.

Kat's tail twitched behind her, "Something not sitting right?" Her hair was still damp from a shower, the feline dressed up like a Jockey despite the assurances that no one would be riding her during this race. The feline cast a sideways glance at her, "Was it the pancakes? Don't tell me you have a wheat allergy."

Cindy did her best to smile, but it was hard with bridle in place again. "No, just nerves I guess. Hadn't been in a race since high school, and never..." she cast a glance down at her body as best she could with the feline pulling her along. She wore what could only be described as a chest harness, which almost looked like it should belong in one of those rope bondage pictures she'd seen online. Straps raced back and forth along her body, crossing this way and that without actually covering anything. A pair of gloves shrouded her hands in mittens and reached nearly up to her shoulder. Kat had said it was standard after someone got too into a race and scratched another competitor. Her ankles had been wrapped as well, making her strut more as she walked, but she was at least used to that. What surprised her was how much the cooler early morning air wafted around her body to caress her privates without her tail to shield it. Her cheeks flushed as a breeze kicked up and wafted across her bared sex, wishing she could drop her tail to cover it. No luck though since it was nicely wrapped up. "Do feel a little funny though," she admitted a moment later as they strolled down the path.

The feline kept her eyes forward, but one ear turned towards her as they approached the race grounds, "Probably just nerves like you said. How are your legs holding up?"

Shoulders rolled slightly, "Tired, but not nearly as much as I'd have expected considering..." she stopped quickly, not wanting to suggest that Kat might be heavy of anything like that.

Lips curled into a slight smile, "Considering you carried me and camping gear several miles?" Kat glanced at her and tapped the vixen's lips, "I can't take all the credit. Our team knows just how to make gear light and keep it functional. It's my job to keep fit and know how to use it all." That sly smile spread a little further, "And I do know how to use it all." That proclamation made Cindy's cheeks flush and put a little hitch in her step as excitement raced through her. Wasn't hard to guess why either. The feline's casual confidence and dominance had been exciting to her since they'd met.

Cindy looked around as they neared the race area, a temporary fence having been set up to mark where the racers were meat to stay. Chalk lines marking lanes on the plush grass. "Hope you're ready," Kat flashed a smile at her. Cindy couldn't help but squirm as they approached the starting gate, a series of stalls lined side by side, most of them holding someone. "One more thing," Kat purred as they approached an open stall. Reaching just into the stall, she pulled out a plush miniKat and planted it on Cindy's back. "Your jockey. Don't go dropping her." Kat took a moment to put the reins into the plush's hands and make sure it was seated properly. She smiled at the fox and leaned in to plant a kiss on Cindy's nose, "Good luck."

"Thank you," came the quick mutter as she was guided into the stall and the door shut behind her. She felt hear heart start to hammer in her chest as she glanced left and right, barely able to make out the other runners through the slits in the metal panels. The heavy scents of sweat and excitement making her head reel as she shifted.

Somewhere in the distance a buzzer sounded and the doors snapped open with a bang. Cindy jumped at the metallic clash and hesitated a fraction of a second before remembering where she was and leaping out. The ground shook under the pounding of feet and hooves as racers charged forward, everyone's attention on their lane. Focus narrowing on the path before them. No other racers existed for her as she bolted ahead of the pack, lean form stretching out and showing off just why she'd been a track star. Feet left the ground, sending her flying for just a moment before all four slammed into the grass and launched her like a rocket. Focusing every ounce of energy on the finish line ahead of her. All that mattered was getting across that broad white line. She could feel countless eyes on her as the crowd and other racers watched the crimson streak as it lashed across the field to blaze across the finish.

"I can't believe I lost,"

Kat rubbed her shoulder as they walked back to the stables. "You didn't lose you came in second, Dear. Believe you me, no one expected you to get out that quick. I think you even surprised Amadeus with just how quick you bolted." She laughed softly, "I think he actually had to work to keep even a nose ahead of you." It was nice to know that she was fast enough to worry the resident champ, and it had prompted a photo finish with the other runner winning by just a nose. She was just surprised to learn that the fabled Amadeus was Day, the other foxtaur she'd met on the first day.

She smiled a little as they walked back to the barn, thankful for the chance to cool down. "Maybe if I'd had a chance to stretch and get warmed up, could've beat him."

Fingers brushed her neck, "Maybe, but you still get to win a prize." A tug at the rein brought Cindy down close enough for the feline to purr into her ear, "How about a nice, special session with something more substantial than Gus' tongue?" Cheeks flared hot as she squirmed, shuffling as she walked. "I thought so. It's going to be a bit more intense, but don't worry, I'll take care of you." Kat's lips brushed over her muzzle oh so close to her own. "You don't even have to say a word."

By now they were in the barn itself and Kat lead the way towards a kind of narrow stall with low sides. She handed Cindy a bottle of water with the order, "Drink," before starting to take off the gear. Thankful for the icy cold drink, Cindy held it in her mitten clad hands and took a long swig.

"Tastes funny," she muttered.

Kat was rubbing her flank as she pulled off some of the harness along her back, "It's an specialized drink mixed up here in the kitchens." Cindy shrugged and took another long draw. Not the first time she'd heard of people mixing up their own drinks. Adding whatever flavors and electrolytes they might want. She just wished that she didn't have the mittens on, would make it easier to hold the bottle. The second swig tasted better and made her want more.

Gentle touches head her shuffle and turn this way and that. The vixen, preoccupied with finishing her drink, didn't notice that she was being guided into that stall. Or that the feline was looping wide cuffs around her wrapped ankles. Cuffs that were fixed to heavy rings bolted to the floor. She only started to realize something was up when Kat pulled the empty water bottle away and slipped a muzzle into place. "I thought it tasted pretty gnarly at first too. It's something to do with the herbs that they put in there to get you nice and aroused."

Ears perked up, "Aroused, aroused for what?" or at least that's what she tried to say. With the muzzle in place she could only mutter.

Someone approached, "Ah here's our second place winner. Gotta hand it to you, Kat, have the makings of a champ on your hands there." Cindy tried to turn to look, but the entire world rocked under her as warmth flushed through her body. Racing through every inch of her frame before centering right between her hind legs in a blaze that was almost too familiar.

Kat flashed a smile at the stranger, "Of course I do. Now just imagine what it'll be like when we mix her with your champ." Cindy tried to ask what was going on, what they meant by that. Head rolling, she watched as a tall wolf in very fine clothes stepped forward. "Do you have payment?"

"Of course I do." He fished something out of his pocket and handed it over. "There you go in full. Breeding fee for taking my champion with your blue ribbon girl."

There was that sweet smile again, "I'll make sure to cash these in soon enough." Kat winked at the wolf and waved a hand towards Cindy, who by then was starting to pant as that fire began to burn back and forth from her belly to her privates. "As you can see, she's all ready for your boy."

"As I can see indeed." He snapped his fingers, "Amadeus, she's all yours."

A muffled grunt sounded from behind her as someone approached. A shockingly cold nose bumped her inflamed privates, nearly making her leap from her skin as he sniffed. Giving a few nudges before pulling away. Even those little touches had Cindy trembling with surprise, eyes rolling in shocking bliss. They snapped wide open as a weight came down on her back, forepaws wrapping around her trunk and pulling himself higher onto it.

Realization of what was about to happen came crashing down an instant before his cock touched her folds. She wanted to cry out in bliss and surprise at the same time as he jabbed around her privates. Had they given her something to put her into heat? Wouldn't have been hard since they were the ones giving her food. Had it been in the water? Did he have a condom? She tried to pull away, only now realizing that her feet were bound and restrained. Eyes widened as she tried to call out to wait a moment, the sound rolling into a high-pitched yowl as he found his mark and drove in.

She wasn't a virgin, she'd had her fair share of partners. And naturally, she'd had a handful of toys she played with, but it had been a bit since she'd had a real live cock in her. Cindy squirmed within her bonds, huffing as the male sheathed his cock inside her. It was impossible to tell if he had a condom on or not, but she found herself trying to examine him anyway. Surely they wouldn't induce a heat then have someone breed her like this?

Head rolled to look over at Kat, but the feline was chatting with the wolf, both half-watching the taurs as Amadeus started to thrust. The muzzle stretching as she voiced a yelp, legs shivering as her peak hit without warning. Head dropping forward as a breathy growl rolled against her neck when the champion dug in and kept taking her even as her body shook with rapture. The handlers glanced at them, laughed, and sat down in chairs nearby to watch as their racers had their breeding session.

As great of a runner Day turned out to be, he was even better in bed. Well, not in bed exactly more in breeding stall, but it didn't matter. She'd always found there was thin line between passionate and fucking like an animal.

And he danced all over that line.

Hips rolling just right as they pounded against her poor rear. Balls bouncing off thighs and belly as the male groaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. Mitten clad hands swept along her front and breasts, thumb pinching rock hard nipples against the bulk of his hand. He was always moving, not just thrusting, but rolling his hips to send his cock crashing against her in new angles. Cindy felt her eyes roll in her head as her body hummed under him, resonating with the male that was claiming her like she was some prize he'd won.

Condom? No condom? She flip-flopped between trying to figure out and just not caring as the male hammered away at her. Tunnel trying to grip onto him, but he was too fast. Just as she would start tightening he'd be slipping away only to sneak back in with a slam that made her shiver. Oh fuck, she could feel another orgasm building in her body. Insides shuddering and clenching as bound feet tried to shuffle. Instinct driving her back into the champion.

His bound muzzle pressed to her ear and she swore she heard him snarl, "You're mine now." A sharp tug revealed just what he meant. She'd been so caught up in everything else that she didn't notice how his knot had grown. And now it was trapped, caught just behind a tight ring of muscle at her entrance that clenched down behind him.

This time he joined her in calling out as she came. Walls shuddering around his length, coaxing it to swell even thicker within her depths as it reached full size finally. Her head was spinning as the male gave one last slam against her, tip just brushing her deepest reaches as he came. Balls throbbing against her backside, knot pulsing within her lips as the male hit his peak. Eyes rolled back in her head, knees locked up as the male peaked. Condom? No condom? She could feel warmth, but was it being contained? Was it safe? And more importantly, after the strongest orgasm of her life, did she care?

Hands slipped over her head and pulled the muzzle off, "There we go, feels good doesn't it? How is it looking back there?"

Fingers rubbed over her stretched pussy, "Looks like a good tie to me. He's gonna be in there at least a half-hour."

Kat smiled as she rubbed Cindy's panting muzzle, "Good, so we can take a little breather and let these two come down before we try again."

"D...di...did he have a condom?" Cindy managed to gasp, body shivering with a combination of excitement and exertion.

The feline just smiled at her, "Half hour you say? Should be enough time for me to cash in one of these chits. Watching them go at it has me..." She trailed off into a decidedly needy purr as she walked around to the wolf, "What do you say?"

Cindy twisted to watch as the pair flirted, hands sweeping under shirts as they began to make out. She looked at Day with wide eyes, "Did you have a condom?" she hissed, ignoring how her walls were clenching around his cock, getting throbs in response as his body did just as it was meant to.

"Does it matter?" He stretched, "At least you finished first this time."