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Amethyst's Kinky Christmas

Feral

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Examining the Stallion

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Nuidog

"Here he is, a gorgeous white stallion... Dearie, what's your name?"

The anthro cow, who went by the name of Sally, blinked softly at the equine, who walked on four legs but was just as intelligent as anyone else, considering the shy blush on his cheeks. He was tall with a pink nose betraying the lack of any pigment in his skin, eyes a soft blue, though his mane fell in rippling waves down his neck as if it had been painted there by an artist's brush.

"Name?" He scuffed a pale hoof across the ground, the medical examiners set up for ferals like him in a large, barn-like facility. "Um... I'm Frost."

"Frost..."

Sally's assistant, a smaller bovine with black and white markings, smiled pleasantly, putting him a little more at ease.

"Well, don't you worry, Frost, we're here to take good care of you. And might I say what a lovely name you have! There's nothing to worry about here, even if we are going to get a little personal. You're alright with that though, aren't you, Frost? I'm Juliet and I'll take such good care of you here."

The stallion gulped and nodded, though his tail did clamp down a little harder at the thought of that. He knew what they had to examine and counted himself lucky as a wandering feral that he was able to get checked up, though it was not something that he had looked forward to. Why, he was still a virgin...

The cows looked after him though, Frost telling them apart by their markings as Sally was more brown with a little white splashed on her neck. He could see it where her neck dove into her blouse, the buttons strained over her very large breasts. Of course, they suited her well with a plumper figure, while the younger nurse assistant was slim and fit, complimenting her.

"My, someone's eager!"

Frost started and blushed but he should have already known that it was quite alright for his sheath to plump out and for his cock to drop in such an environment. Truthfully, it was something that made their job there all the easier for his readiness, even if he should not have been thinking about and looking at their breasts. But he couldn't help being so horny in the prime of his life, grunting and nickering and shifting his weight back and forth from hoof to hoof, straining to not let instinct get the better of him.

"Moooo, now, dearie," Sally said, running her paw over his rump. "You relax now. I'll take good care of you, none of this is going to hurt. Loosen your tail off so I can look you over back here..."

He grunted, pawing at the ground, but the feral stallion knew why he was there and that he had to allow them to check him over. Otherwise, there was no point in him coming to be checked out in the first place! The barn was cleaner and more clinical to what he was used to staying in as he roamed with white walls and clean, grey posts and beams, his tail slackening off just a little as the nurse grasped his shaft lightly but firmly at the same time.

"You're a big boy," she chuckled, though he could not help but crane his neck around to get a good look at her breasts again. "Now, you're out so I can test your reactions, the load you produce, but I have to inspect you first."

It didn't feel like much of an inspection as her fingers slid sensually down and around his shaft, pushing back his sheath a tiny fraction as if they were going to dip inside that too. Jigging his head up and down, the stallion snorted and struggled not the paw at the ground, for the cow behind him was working away too, holding his tail up with the back of her arm against the softly velvety dock. Her fingers probed around the pucker of his pony doughnut, seeming to tease and see how much he gave to pressure, though he didn't want to think too deeply about the intricacies of what she was doing and more on how good it felt.

He blushed heavily, twisting his head back and forth even as Juliet played her fingers around his medial ring, the coolness of a measuring tape catching his attention but only briefly. It was there for but a moment before she was examining his balls, assisting him in more than one way as his cock pulsed and jerked, slapping up readily against his own stomach.

"Ooooohhh, you really need our help here today, don't you?"

Was that something that was included in a medical examination? Frost did not know, but wanted to be good for them, huffing and blowing, snorting and shaking his head. They made it difficult, more difficult than he could have thought such a thing could be. Was he even meant to be so fully dropped and hard?

Such things ceased to matter, however, as the plump bovine in charge eased something cool under his tail, something hard and small. And yet it teased over sensitive flesh there as if it was much larger, pushing into him as he grunted and his cock drooled anxiously. More, there was part of him that wanted more, twisting his head back and forth, hardly able to drag his eyes away from their sexy figures, how their breasts heaved and, sometimes, wobbled with the rise of their breath.

They were intoxicating, every huff and puff of breath drawing in more and more of their scent. His cock flexed and throbbed within the hold of the younger cow, Juliet, but she knew how to treat a stallion like him, rubbing his shaft, playing with him far more than she was actually examining him. It was as if she had an ulterior motive there but Frost's head was swimming and pounding far too much to think sensibly in a moment like that, dragging the toe of a front hoof across the ground.

"Unnff... Oof..."

"Easy there, darling, we're looking after you now."

"Don't you worry about a thing. Juliet, see if you can have the poor lad release already? We need a sample."

Frost's eyes widened but it was too late to back out as her paws lusciously pumped her cock, easing up and down the length, sliding over the medial ring. The skin pulled with the motion of her palms, easing his sheath back even more, making good use of the full length as his head swung back and forth. Frost's lips wobbled and he tried to hold it back, mane spilling in a white fall down the other side of his neck, hind end rounding slightly as he tried to thrust. Yet they held him too fast, the object under his tail wiggling back and forth, stimulating him in such strange ways that he could not help but respond.

He groaned, his cry blasting into a nicker as he spent himself, the nurse cow directing his cock so that his heady load pulsed forth into a collecting bucket that had been placed there in the nick of time. The splatter of his cream spurting into it rang out but Frost could not stop his back end from humping and pumping, pushing on, snorting as if he was breeding a mare right then and there, or maybe even a stallion. He wasn't sure which way he swung as yet.

"Easy, easy..."

Juliet rested a paw on his side but his cock did not even soften as he lost one load of cum, his balls aching and churning, wanting more. His rump and hamstrings were massaged by light, teasing fingers, Sally working him over, making him quiver like he never had before, his nostrils fluttering and quivering, trying to retain some control over himself. He couldn't, however, cock still-hard, still wanting, desperate for delight, his tail flagged high.

Were they examining him? He didn't even know anymore, could not anticipate just what was happening, snorting and grunting, ears slipping to the side. That he was the submissive party there was still to be believed, of course, a snort rumbling forth, eyes half-lidded in equine lust.

"Mmm, make sure you get a second sample, you need a clean dose."

Another one? It didn't feel like he had any choice in it, his hooves all but rooted to the floor, locked down and into it. No, Frost was well and truly at the whim of them even if he was not bound, his cock drooling, jerking, Juliet struggling to keep it pointed lightly and gently at the bucket and not splattering cum everywhere.

"He's lively!"

"An excellent candidate for the breeding program!"

Was he? He didn't know, but Frost didn't have all that much experience in the world, his cock massaged, a finger dipping inside his backdoor entrance.

"He thrusts well... He'd be good mounting."

His hocks flexed. Yes, yes, he would be. He wanted to thrust, wanted to mount, it was all he craved. Hormones were not so easily swayed and he could only go along with them, his muscles checked, the dock of his tail checked, everything catalogued, though there was always a set of paws on him at all times. Juliet stepped back, allowing Sally to take over, for she was the more experienced of the pair, using her fingers to squeeze into his tail hole, massaging his prostate. All the stallion could do was grunt and groan, helpless in their paws, wanting it all the more, his eyes closed even though the imprint of them remained on the inside of his eyelids, burned into his mind.

"Ohhh..."

"Yes, there you go, lad."

His second climax, it seemed, was to come from prostate stimulation, something that he was swiftly becoming accustomed to, even though he had never even known it existed before. But Frost could not help but lean into it, grinding back, forgetting that he was a breeding stud of a stallion, one who would go on to spill many loads of seed, time after time again. He only wanted pleasure, even if it came from backdoor pleasure, penetration something that felt like what the bred party should take.

"P-please... Don't stop..."

"No, don't you worry," Sally crooned to him, letting Juliet gently direct his cock, the tip plumping up and flaring out, fat and ready to blow as his heavy nuts churned and swung. "We've got you lad, we've got you."

And they did, helping him ride out his orgasm, his seed flowing forth, though it took a while to work itself up from his balls. The feral stallion snorted and stomping, his nuts aching, swinging back, so heavy and plump that they yearned for a release unlike any other. He needed it terribly, even though he had already gotten off, his hide shivering, cum working up, the need to cum overpowering.

"Let it go, lad..."

He had to, he had no choice. Frost let out a stallion's scream as he climaxed, cum pouring up his cock and spurting forth, though the jerk and slap of it was not something that could be controlled. He heaved and snorted heavily, sides layered with dark sweat, cum spurting forth and forth, his head flared, the mushroom-shaped tip pulsing with need.

Yet it kept coming and coming, feeling as if every last moment was played out in slow-motion, every sensation heightened. The cows murmured something to him, one putting a bridle on him, but the feral stallion barely even realised, too caught up in lust to know what was happening. All he knew was pleasure, that unbearably delicious pressure up against his prostate sending his cum pouring forth, combating pleasure, twisting into it deviously as if it knew something that he didn't.

Dimly, he heard Sally chuckle, her warm, full breasts pressed up against him.

"You'll do just fine."

As part of the breeding facility, milked for his cum day in and day out, Frost was right where they needed him to be.