Feral Romance

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A Stallion's Love for His Daughter

He snorted, the stallion's head over the fence, brushing his daughter's lips, tenderly, with his own. Even though she was grown, an adult at the breeding farm, they had kept her on there, supposedly to breed when the growth plates of her body fused, when she was fully grown. They wouldn't rush them there, the horses choosing, with their intelligence and sapience, to live a life of pleasant luxury, working with anthros for a better future for them all.

The gates were not locked, of course, but the horses liked to be able to separate themselves from time to time, to take a break from one another, to say when enough was enough, that they needed that separation. Simmer quite often took himself away from the mares that he had bred, for their relations were tense at times, not always coming into the familial bonds that wild feral horses, living in herds together but facing a rougher lifestyle, grew into.

But that was all well and good as Simmer broke each and every one of his rules, the guidelines by which he had enjoyed his quiet, peaceful life so far, to nuzzle his daughter's glowing, bay coat. She was beautiful, so very beautiful, just like him with a thick spill of black hair down her neck.

"Amber," he breathed, nostrils fluttering in a snort, her eyes bright as she listened. "Would you like to join me? In my field?"

Oh, it was not the done thing and it was something that they, most certainly with their anthro levels of sapience, knowing what they were doing far, far more than mere animals, that they should not have done. There was inbreeding and issues with that, though Amber twitched her ears and, if she had been an anthro, there would have been a hint of a blush on her face, teasing up to the insides of her pricked, quivering ears. Yet he could not stand to be apart from her, swishing his tail and lifting a hind hoof, not for any bad reason, but merely seeking the release of tension.

"I think that would be lovely, dad," she murmured, head dipping, though it was most certainly not submissive. "I was wondering if you were ever going to invite me into your paddock."

He snorted, head held high, nervous tension running through him. It was not something that simmer could help, not built as he was, a stallion who had been brought into the world with breeding lines - though it was always up to the feral horses what they did in the world. Yet it was up to them too if they chose a simpler way, even working with anthros to win competitions. It really was a varied world.

And yet a world too in which his daughter could slip into his sunny paddock at the eve of the day, the first rays of red and orange striking the grass as the sun eased towards the horizon. There were a few trees in there, providing natural cool and shade, though his water was always kept topped up, if he didn't want to go to the barn and fetch the hose himself. Lugging water, however, without the help of anthro hands, was trickier than anyone with hands could have anticipated.

And then she was there, his lovely daughter, that swing in her hips, that flutter in her nose. She showed him that she wanted him, even if her nickered words were not enough, touching him again, nuzzling down his neck as her tail flagged instinctively.

Simmer shivered.

"Oh, Amber... You're in season, aren't you?"

He hadn't wanted to say it before, his heart pumping as if he was running a race, though he was not a stallion who had ever, honestly, been on the track. He didn't care for things like that, not one bit, but her warm body pressed against his, skin shivering and jumping in that equine fashion was better than anything he could ever have imagined. A horse had to lust for some things, after all...

Amber murmured and turned her back to him, tail flagging wantonly and pushing up off to the side, showing him her wet sex, how a thin trail of moisture dripped from it. Her marehood pulsed and twitched, eager for him, though the stallion stretched out his nose reverently to her, taking in her scent.

"Yes, dad," she breathed. "But...I still want you. I'd want you even if I wasn't in season. Mom told me about this ache and I know I don't have to do it, that my seasons will just keep coming through the light months if I don't mate. That's okay too. But I'd rather do this with you, I want you to be my first, if I'm to stay here and learn how to be a breeding mare."

Simmer groaned, lipping her marehood, his soft lips caressing the underside of her tail, the fleshy, soft dock. Amber grunted and bore back against him, shifting back, step by step, needing it, though the soft length of his cock slipping from his sheath and rapidly hardening. His length throbbed, filling with blood, fleshing out the medial ring, wrinkles smoothing out as his cock swelled to full size.

"Mmm, dad... Please... Please, let's mate... Then let's graze down by your tree, I should have come here sooner."

But she had needed, of course, to wait, for them to take their time, to ensure that Amber really was ready for it. Simmer had mated time after time again, but he took his partners with care too, pleasing them as they pleased him, even if it was not a long-term relationship, not one that he had found for himself. Yet perhaps there was something between him and his daughter that could blossom into something more, if only they took the time to care for and nurture it sweetly enough.

They could see about that, all in good time. There was no rush for them, never any rush, all as they wanted it to be, all in the best of ways.

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