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Bonnie & the Clyde

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Part of a trade with Bugbytes

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The Belgian mare hummed a tune to herself as she sashayed across the barn aisle, dancing a jig to a country tune that only she knew - at least while it was strumming through her head, that was. Her pale white tail flicked and swished as she danced to it, clad in a red and white plaid skirt that showed off her pleasantly thick thighs and a crop-top that was tied below her breasts. Hey, it was hot! And it wasn't as if there was anyone there to judge Bonnie, the creamy brown of her light coat glistening in the sunshine with good health. As autumn swept across the land, the season for such skimpy clothing would soon pass but that was by the by and summer would soon come around again, the seasons changing as they always did.

"There's a good lad," she crooned to the equine she was grooming, hustling about her work like a busy barn girl should. "You ain't got no worries here, have you? Just gotta relax and have you a real nice time here."

She giggled, mimicking the drawl of one of her favourite singers - a little further off the beaten track of pop beats on the radio and rock favourites. Whoever minded a little bit of country? She was only enjoying it for herself but some people were rather apt to think that they had the right to dictate what everyone else did at all times, thinking that they had to like the same things all the time. It was funny how the world was but grooming the massive Clydesdale horse, a gentleman retired from working the fields with a glowing bay coat that seemed to radiate a light of his own.

Ah, that was another thing: some people didn't understand her love of horses either and the peace it brought her soul, the smooth strokes of the curry comb bringing dust and dirt to the top of his coat, the long white socks running down all four legs, thick with feather. Oh, she could brush those out all day and rub pig oil into them, his long, black mane and tail spilling down his hide as if they were poured from liquid silk. Yes, Major was a stud of a horse and he knew it too, glowing in his old age as he swung his head around to stare at the anthro adoring him, knowing full well that he deserved every last bit of attention she was doting on him. After all, who wouldn't want to adore him?

Whuffing gently at her bare forearm, Major snuffled wetly and snorted, Bonnie cutting her tune off short as she raised an eyebrow at him, his insistent head reaching the limit of the lead rope, very loosely, keeping him hitched up in more or less one spot. He could have untied it himself with his dextrous lips if it pleased him but he rather liked the attention the anthro was providing and so he did not make good any sense of escape. And that was just as well for the Clydesdale and Belgian mare alike.

"Hey there, handsome," she giggled, pushing his nose away. "Come on now - I'm not done yet. Still got some dirt to work out here."

And there was more dirt to work out than she realised, a clod of dried-on mud clinging to his stomach as she frowned and picked at it. Well, she couldn't just leave that there, could she? He'd be itchy! Setting the rubber curry comb aside, she grabbed a softer body brush to work his sensitive underbelly over more delicately but what she saw when she crouched down to reach beneath him stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Oh..."

Bonnie gulped and laughed sheepishly to herself, running her fingers back through her mane and yet she couldn't move, couldn't complete the brush stroke that she had begun, her paw hovering beside his belly. It wasn't as if she'd never seen a horse penis before, after all, but there was certainly something about being so surprised with one that drew a mare up short, even a mare as worldly and level-headed as her. As she watched, frozen in place, the stallion groaned and grunted, flexing the muscles in his stomach to slap the fat length of pink up against his own underbelly, demonstrating his need openly even if Bonnie needed a bit more of a helping hand to get the cogs in her brain to whirr up to speed too.

"Hey there, you must be enjoying this a little too," she chuckled nervously, fumbling with the brush. "You just put that away now and I can get my job done, alright? You just relax there, big guy, my big Major."

But he flexed again, pre-cum drooling from the tip - damn, she'd never seen an anthro be that over-productive! He really was a stud! - and she knew she wouldn't be able to help herself, paws trembling and fire raging through her veins as if in vogue with the bright sunlight streaming in. The brush fell to the floor as the stallion stomped and Bonnie groaned in the back of her throat. Just a little play... That couldn't hurt, could it? And there was no one there to judge her or bear witness either. No one there to tell her anything she could or should or would do, just her and the beast of a stallion, Major...

She had to. And the stallion wanted her too, the lead rope falling loose as he swung about, huffing and shoving his nose between her breasts, a deep inhale expanding his sides his massive barrel while that cock drooled and jerked, wanting her even as the mare groaned and untied her shirt. Breasts falling free, her nipples poked through the lace fabric of her bra, but the stud stallion had no interest in those as he snorted and lipped her stomach, insistent on something else a little further down. It was perhaps a good thing that she'd dragged a bale of stray into the centre aisle of the barn, after all, to store the grooming kit on, for it seemed that it may, very soon, serve a very different purpose...

"Alright there, honey, I'll give you some fun, just don't you worry... Can't have a big ol' stud like you wandering about here in need now, can we?"

Her skirt flipped up, revealing a cheeky pair of pink panties dotted with cherries. Why, she may well have been channelling her inner Folly Patron with her sly, country twang (not natural) but she was still Bonnie at heart and a little bit of flirt never went amiss in her books. The stallion didn't care about that underwear, however, as he lipped insistently at her underwear, that thick tongue of his sweeping out over her panties, pressing them into the soft folds of her pussy as she groaned and clung to his head.

"Oh, yeah... Oh, what a good boy you are..."

But Major wasn't the good boy she thought he was, a stallion after something very special from her. His upper lip pulled back from his teeth in flehmen, sifting through her scent even as the mare wriggled back onto the straw bale, her heart pounding and fingertips feeling too hot - the opposite of what happened when she dipped her hand into icy cold buckets in the depths of winter. The mere touch of his lips sent such hot shivers through her that she simply could not keep herself upright anymore, a mere player to his lust as the bold equine moved over her, easily straddling the bale without even needing to splay his hind legs at all as if he was braced and ready to mount.

"I know I'm not a mare of your kind but I can still please you, boy."

And Major knew that too, the stallion snorting heavily and nudging his cock up to her pussy, the swing of his round belly and stocky, powerful legs putting him at just the right height for her, although there was a bit of a slant to the floor of the central aisle and it was a big bale too, which surely helped. Neither of them would have known what to do if they had not lined up so perfectly but that problem was simply not to be as Bonnie wriggled her hips and tugged her cute panties aside at just the right time.

The blunt head pressed up to her pussy and she caught her breath - and then he was it, the stallion nickering deep in his throat and slamming deep, intent only on taking her, a mare ripe and fertile for breeding. His thick shaft forced her pussy open, driving in up past the medial ring, and she moaned, clinging to his forelegs as he loomed over her, mind spinning and spinning and spinning with pleasure. It was a good thing that she was a mare too and designed to take such a large cock, although the Clydesdale's was, well...wow... Just wow. Words could not describe the size as he slammed into her, snorting and huffing as he claimed her pussy for his own, the breeding stud doing exactly what he did best.

And Bonnie tried to groan, tried to moan, tried to cry out - but words simply would not pass the boundary of her lips as she gasped, arching her back even as straw scratched up between her shoulder blades. Her pussy strove to clench down on that wondrously thick cock but she could not even bid her muscles to do that, his shaft too full and pulsing, drooling pre-cum into her even as he thrust and rocked in sharp, driving strokes to allow her even that freedom of movement.

There was nothing like being dominated by a feral stallion, Bonnie flinging her arms back over her head as he slammed into her, each and every single one of his thrusts enough to drive the bale over the floor. But a feral stallion had a purpose to his mating and he grunted thickly as he drove into her, forcing her cunny to accept him even as she willingly squeezed around him, her body completely and utterly out of her control. Even though she knew in the back of her mind that her body was designed to take a cock like his, she swore that she could feel the veins pulsing and pumping along the full length of that cock, Major desperately trying to cram every last into her as the flaring tip of his cock bumped up against her innermost barrier, unable to go any deeper.

It was time.

She climaxed before him, finding her voice in the nick of time and squealing shrilly. Her hooves kicked out to the side, spreading her legs all the more widely for her feral lover, but that would not stop a stallion, single-minded and intent on seeding her full. Bonnie was barely aware of how his thrusts suddenly sped up, powering through her climax as he drove in, the short, sharp thrusts keeping his cock as deep inside her as possible as he took his pleasure from her. Hot jets of cum washed through her pussy, forced out by the sheer thickness of his cock, and he nickered throatily, tail flagging and head dropping to nuzzle at the strange mare who had simply been in the right place at the right time. And who was a stud stallion to argue with that?

His orgasm was flush and strong but tapered off quickly, even though the equine was in absolutely no hurry at all to dismount and slide his hardly softening cock from her sore and abused pussy. And Bonnie lay there, moaning and rolling her head from one shoulder to the other, the pain of being stretched so far open mingling deliciously with overwhelming ecstasy in the glorious afterglow. Even in her lust-dazed stupor, however, with the sunlight highlighting dust motes swirling through the indoor barn, she knew one thing for certain and it was that very thing that perked up the corners of her lips as the stud stallion of the barn spent the last drops of that load deep into her previously tight sex.

She'd have to spend some more time with Major again very soon.