Sesshy's Studwork
Sesshy's Studwork
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Done for Sesshy Kozlov
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http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sesshykozlov/
"I do believe that old Thunder here's taken a shine to you, Miss Sesshy."
Miles from anywhere, the Doberman Pinscher femme couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated by those wide open spaces, the fresh air infectious after so long working beats in the big city. She was supposed to be out here at this ranch to get some of the new equine-assisted sensitivity training. What that meant, in a practical sense, was that the precinct she worked for had decided to let her take a little vacation on city time, going out to spend time in the country for a whole two weeks. After being a part of the bust of the big Vancucci operation, she deserved it. More than that, though, the force didn't really want to pay out either maternity leave or court fees for assault and battery. During the bust of the Vancucci crime family, Sesshy had been taken prisoner and very carefully and very erotically worked over by several of the brutish, well-endowed thugs of the Vancucci's. This had brought her into an early heat, and the constant itch in her belly and between her legs had been starting to wear on her, until the force decided to send her into the country for a while, so their prize Doberman could blow off some steam with hard work and fresh air.
Now if only the studs here would quit hitting on her. And she wasn't just talking about the ones on two legs.
Standing rather still, as though he knew full well the effect he was having on her, the four-legged palomino stallion Thunder stood there proudly, looking at Sesshy Kozlov with a gaze that could only be interpreted as lecherous, his full, heavy stallion dong dangling between his hind legs. Despite herself, Sasshy felt herself growing a bit moist between the legs beneath the tight jeans she was wearing, her cheeks and ears flushing in embarrassment and perhaps excitement. The two-legged stallion standing next to her, a tall, blonde-furred stud with the most beautiful blue eyes, stepped forward and patted the four-legged stallion on the flank, before holding out his other hand to the Dobie femme.
"Just hop on, Miss Sesshy," he said. "It's easy, and I'll help you get all mounted up. Take it nice and slow, and trust old Thunder here: he knows what he's doing, I promise you. And don't you mind him showing off now. He just can't help himself around a pretty girl. Believe me, he knows how to spot 'em."
That just got Sesshy blushing a bit harder as the blonde stallion beside her winked, before his huge hands were on her, gently lifting her up, stroking her toned, firm rump with more than casual affection as he helped her into the saddle.
Mounting up on a dappled grey mare beside her, the blonde stallion urged her onward into the yard for the first of what would be many rides during her stay on the ranch. Before too long they were joined by the other two anthro stallions on the ranch, Judd and Clay, a red-and-white paint and a chestnut stallion with a broad swath of white running straight down his forehead to the tip of his nose, each riding their own four-legged beast. While there was as much in common between the two-legged horses and those with four legs as between humans and monkeys, it was still obvious that the three stallions had a strong affinity for their steeds, handling them along as though born in the saddle. Sesshy found this a bit harder at first, until she realized that Thunder did indeed know what he was doing. The more she relaxed and just let the horse beneath her do the driving, in fact, the more she realized how much fun she was having, her cute stubby tail wiggling through the hole in the back of her jeans, showing just how pleased she was as she began to just absorb the scenery of the wide open range. With so much to focus on, Sesshy found that she was able to let the ache inside of her fade into the background of her thoughts.
It was many hours later when Sesshy and her three companions finally returned to the farmhouse. The smell of grilling meat and vegetables hit her nostrils, and she could see the towering bovine foreman, a majestic black-furred bull, standing out front, wearing a white apron and pair of jeans that hugged his tight butt snugly. There were shish kabobs of skewered meat and several other tasty items grilling in front of him, and it was then that Sesshy realized that she hadn't had a bite to eat since her early lunch, just before arriving at the ranch.
"Careful there, Miss Sesshy," said the blonde stallion, Dray by name, reaching up to help Sesshy as she dismounted, her tail continuing to wag happily as she felt his big hands on her denim-clad butt, stroking it slightly before easing her to the ground. "It's normal to be a little sore after a long ride like that."
"We'd have taken it easy on ya, missy," laughed Clay as he walked up, slapping Sesshy on the back good-naturedly, "but you were just having too fine a time, we didn't want ta interrupt ya."
For a moment, Sesshy didn't know what the stallions could mean. And then she took her first few steps towards the grill. That was when she realized just how much her poor inner thighs and rump ached, and in ways that she'd never felt before, even after her long hours of daily hard work in the gym back in the city.
"Steady there," said the blonde stallion, slipping an arm around Sesshy's waist, keeping her from stumbling. "It's all right. Hey," he called to the others, "I'm just gonna set Miss Sesshy here in the stable and let her take a load off." He grinned at her with a light shrug, before he lifted the unresisting Dobie girl into his strong arms. "Guess you'll be eating supper with the horses."
Snuggling up against the stallion's firm chest, Sesshy couldn't help but realize that, even though her body ached from the hard ride of that day, it was a very good sort of ache. It was the sort that settled in nice and deep, tickling at all the underlying nerves. And, as she took in the hay-sweet, slightly musky scent of the blonde stallion holding her so tender and close, she realized that it was actually turning her on, especially the tickle of aching along her inner thighs. She shouldn't in her state, and she knew it, but the temptation was there so strongly, and with the sudden rush of stimulation, her estrus had flooded back to the fore of her mind as well as her sensations.
"Hey," Sesshy said, her tongue lolling out a bit as she panted, her t-shirt sticking enticingly to her body as she wriggled in the grip of the stallion holding her, "I was just wondering." As she spoke, Sesshy stroked her fingertips down the plaid shirt of the tall blonde stallion. "Is Thunder the only stallion here that knows how to treat a girl right?"
His eyes getting huge at this blatant come-on, the blonde stallion came to a complete halt.
"Uh, well," he stammered for a moment, before his muzzle spread into a grin. "Tell you what, Miss Sesshy: I'll bring you back dinner, and then, when we've both got a full belly, we'll see about filling up your other needs. Sound fair?"
"You're way too practical," pouted the Dobie as the stallion gently set her down on a bale of hay near the long line of stalls, where Clay and Judd had already let the horses in for the evening. "But you're probably right - I'm starving!"
As Dray left, Sesshy tried to get as comfortable as possible on the bale of hay. But, after a short while of squirming there, she realized that this would be impossible. She was just too hyped, the heat burning inside of her starting to get totally out of control. If she was going to stay in control of herself, she needed to get up, get moving, work off some of her body's nervous energies.
Riding that urge, Sesshy rose and began to explore the stable. It was a separate one from where stallions like Thunder were kept, one for mares and geldings only. Sesshy vaguely recalled hearing, as she'd had the purpose of the ranch explained to her, that they did a fair amount of breeding there as well, with several stallions much prized for their potency. This led the dark-furred dobiegirl down the rows of stalls, glancing into several, her sensitive black nose working as she noted the slate boards next to each stall, each with little marks jotted on them. On a whim, Sesshy picked one of these slates up, looking it over, her tail wagging as she knew she was prying into the business of others, and couldn't help but enjoy the naughty thrill it gave her.
"Three-year-old mare, bred yesterday, Domingo," read Sesshy softly to herself, before glancing in, her nose picking up the unmistakable scent of another female in the middle of her own estrus as she saw a buckskin mare standing in the stall, munching on a feed bag. Her tail was bound at its base and twice along its length, keeping the flowing strands of hair tight together, making it easier, Sesshy supposed, to keep them out of the way during breeding. "Breeding, Domingo, evening," she finished reading on the slate, before replacing it. "Lucky girl," Sesshy said with more than a little envy. That stud, Dray, might have been teasing her. She hoped so badly that he wasn't, that he wouldn't hold back, that he wouldn't be the sort to be polite and use condoms...Lord, she had it bad!
Shaking her head to try (in vain) to clear it, Sesshy pressed forward down the line of stalls, skipping three with only cursory glances (they were just riding mares, nothing special) before she noted another of the notes like the one by the stall of that buckskin mare. Picking up the slate, the dobiegirl began to read, her active imagination working as hard as her nose as she took in the luscious scent of fertile female and (oh joy!) the scent of virile male. This filly had been bred recently!
"Eighteen-year-old filly," the police dog read, blinking before rereading the words silently, and then continuing with a sense of rising giddiness. "Deflowered two days ago, Braun; bred yesterday, Dray, Clay, and Judd. Bred this morning, Clay and Judd - Dray pending."
Her eyes growing huge at this information, Sesshy hung the slate on its peg, and then pushed open the door to the stall near the end of the row. Instantly, her tongue dropped from her open mouth and she began to drool at the sight before her. There, bent over a padded bench, soft ropes binding her firmly in place, a feed bag making an excellent gag, was an absolutely precious two-legged filly with a sleek, silky cream-colored coat. The filly's tail was bound up like that of the buckskin four-legged mare in the earlier stall, and it lay to one side, exposing her heavily-flushed sex. Sesshy couldn't help but get closer, kneeling near the flank of the helpless little filly as she saw how widely-stretched that snug little cunny was, and how it was still leaking a little trail of drying stallion sperm. At the present moment the filly was just lying there limply, and Sesshy knew well the signs of a female that has been roughly handled through more orgasms than her body was meant to endure. This little cutie had been screwed silly, and she still had another stallion to go!
"Oh wow," said Sesshy, following her nose as she gazed at the flushed, well-used quim of the helpless female before her. The filly raised her head tiredly and looked back as Sesshy with wide, pleading eyes. But Sesshy didn't notice, her hands already taking a firm hold of the filly's upturned bottom, thumbs spreading that flushed little cunny once more. Ignored also were the feeble strugglings of the helpless little filly, completely at the lusty dobiegirl's mercy, and the absolutely adorable sounds of pleading that came muffled through the heavy feed bag over her pretty face.
Already too ravished from earlier to put up more than a token resistance, the filly's head soon lowered back to the bench as she whimpered softly, and then moaned, low and long, her eyes closing, cheeks starting to flush once more as Sesshy started to sate her hunger. Her tongue dipping into the well-stretched fillyquim like a ladle, Sesshy began to scoop out sweet little dollops of fillyjuice, flavored with the musky spice of the stallions who had mounted her earlier in the day. It was heaven! Her head was soon swimming in delicious scents and tastes and the wonderful sounds of the moaning little filly, whose initial protests had quickly given way to the sounds of a needy female being given just what was wanted to scratch her deepest itch. Loud slurping sounds filled the stables as Sesshy feasted on her tasty little fillysnack, tugging on the filly's inner folds with her lips, nipping them gently to make the equine cutie jerk, before gnawing erotically on the erect bud of the cream-furred femme's clitoris. Feeling the first tensing of the hot little filly's sleek young body, Sesshy started to redirect her efforts, her tongue flicking out to press in and roll against that hard little nub of aching pleasureflesh, her neck tensing as she worked her muzzle harder, and harder, and harder still, until she was rewarded with a high-pitched whinny of girlish ecstasy, the filly's whole body tensing up like she was the epicenter of an earthquake, spreading out in ripples from her pulsing clitoris through her entire body. Sesshy began to lap at the filly's sex happily as she was rewarded with a small gush of tasty fillyjuice, coming in hard little spurts as the filly's body began to cycle through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Sesshy must have restarted what those stallions had begun earlier that day, and the thought that this adorable female had been trapped here, made to orgasm almost constantly, and kept on-edge the rest of the time, ready to pop her cork at a moment's notice went straight to Sesshy's head, before the realization sank lower, finally settling into a dimly-burning sun between the naughty dobiegirl's legs. Sesshy knew she was soaking wet right then, and couldn't help herself as she kept lapping up those delicious juices, her hands going to her jeans, peeling them open, stripping them off, leaving her naked below the waist as she tossed them aside, and then went back to work on that hot little femme with a will!
Sesshy had almost lost count (six...now seven...now eight...) of the orgasms she rode the filly through, even while she had herself right on the edge of her first with her rapidly-thrusting fingers, when, suddenly, she felt a strong hand grab her naked bottom. It was a firm, commanding grip, the sort that would not be denied, and Sesshy instantly knew an alpha male had her in his power. Knowing this, she didn't look back, even as she heard the sound of a zipper pulling down, the rustle of cloth as the male behind her stripped himself naked. Then two hands seized her eagerly-upturned rump, and Sesshy found her tail hiking immediately, presenting herself to this unknown male like the wanton bitch in heat that she was. She felt like such a slut, and yet that feeling just made it all the better.
She heard the long, slow lash of a long, smooth, thick equine tongue against her bared sex what felt like minutes (though it could not have been more than a fraction of a second) before the sensation hit her brain. Jerking forward despite herself at the rush of desperately needed attention, Sesshy drowned the needy, pleading, puppyish whimper that came as that tongue began to assault her drenched sex by burying her muzzle in the equally-drenched sex of the filly she'd been molesting. Fingers peeling her lower lips open, Sesshy screamed into the filly's much-abused and well-stretched little cunny as that powerful equine tongue, as thick and long as many cocks she'd taken, plowed into her in a rush. He showed no mercy! The dobiegirl, who just moments before had been the dominant predator, preying on a sweet bit of female flesh, was now trapped between the filly she'd been lovingly ravishing and the male who was now taking firm control of her body and her soul. And when his thick, work-toughened fingers caught her clitoris, squeezing and rolling it between them, her head jerked back, her whole body tightening as though she'd been struck by lightning, and she howled like a rabid wolf to the full moon!
Strong hands grabbed her then, lifting the pulsing, tensing dobiegirl, hoisting her up, and then bending her over onto something soft and yielding. Sesshy suddenly dimly realized that she'd been set so that she was straddling the bound filly. But she didn't have long for this realization to sink in before she felt the great bulk of the muscular stud grab hold of her hips in what her instincts told her was the mating grip. Her hips hiked, and Sesshy eagerly awaited the claiming thrust. An instant's tension, and then Sesshy felt herself jerked back at the same time that the stallion lunged forward! But instead of suddenly being full of hard stallioncock, Sesshy felt her naked quim slap hard against the hard, ridged belly of the stallion, while at the same instant, she heard the wild squealing whinny of the filly as she was properly and thoroughly lanced.
At first, Sesshy could have cried, a soft whimper starting to escape her throat. But then the stallion lunged again, his belly slapping her bared quim once more, and the whimper died in her throat, replaced with a surprised yelp. This changed to a cry of passion as he thrust again, and then again, gripping Sesshy as though she was the one being so savagely bred like a wild beast! The sounds of the filly as she sobbed and wailed and moaned and squealed and trembled all over with passion and pleasure that defied description were intoxicating to Sesshy, overloading her senses as surely as those of the filly, even as she also heard the rough, brutal grunts of the male laboring behind and over her, covering her like a brood mare. And then Sesshy heard a wild, impassioned cry that seemed to engulf all her senses, could feel the rush of hot, powerful stallionsperm as the filly's fertile womb was flooded, and then overfilled, hot drops of backwash landing on her heated back, where she could almost imagine they sizzled like butter on a frypan, she felt that charged with raw energy at that moment.
Panting heavily like she'd run a marathon, Sesshy dared to look back then. She saw Dray standing there, his blonde-furred body bathed in a sheen of sweat, his mighty shaft gradually deflating as he drew it slowly from the body of the still-tensing filly, who was so far gone in multiple orgasms that it was hard to tell where one ended and the next began. Sesshy knew that the poor girl wouldn't come back from heaven for a long, long time, as worked up as she'd been. Then Dray's hands gripped Sesshy, and the panting, sweating dobiegirl didn't resist as she was hoisted up, and then draped over the blonde stallion's shoulders as he carried her, still naked below the waist, towards the front of the stable like a barbarian's bride.
The sunlight of the early evening stung Sesshy's eyes after her time in the dimmer light of the stalls, and she blinked her purple eyes several times before she fully realized where she was. Dray had a plate in his hand, piled up with tasty-smelling food, food that he had surely been intending to bring to her had not things taken a sudden turn. Around her now, as she continued to lay limply over the blonde stallion's shoulder, she could see the three other males of the farm watching her, their gazes on her half-naked body a tangible presence, as real as a lover's caress. There was Braun, the burly black bull, the shorter paint, Judd, and the tall but relatively slender chestnut stallion Clay, and the very thought of what they must surely be thinking of her, her sopping wet, heavily-flushed, heat-riven sex on display for them all was driving her to the brink of distraction.
"Guess they didn't fill you in on the other part of this ranch, huh, Miss Sesshy?" commented Dray as he laid her bare black-furred butt gently down on the edge of the wooden table the four males had been using to eat from. "We're in the business of breeding, whether the fillies have four legs or two. We're professionals at it." He grinned as he stood before her stark naked, his gorgeous, masculine body on full display for her, his clothes having been discarded in the stables. "Seems your department was wondering if you might be interested in providing them some top-grade Doberman Pinscher pups. We were gonna bring up the subject a bit later, but, well..." he grinned as he scratched the back of his head, a little self-consciously. "Care to have a bit of scratching your itch before dinner?"
Sesshy didn't even need to think about it.
"Yes!" she giggled eagerly, reaching up to pull her top over her bouncing, full breasts, brushing her purple-tipped black hair back into place as she tossed it aside, spreading her legs before all four of these beautiful, powerful breeding studs, letting them see and smell just how desperately she needed them.
She didn't need to wait long. As Dray knelt before her, his muzzle questing up between her legs, tongue lashing out once more to continue what he'd begun in the stables, making the overheated dobiegirl's toes curl, a whimper forcing its way from her throat, the other three quickly stripped themselves down, tossing their clothes without concern for neatness. Sesshy was a bitch in heat, and they were going to make sure she was properly serviced!
As Judd stepped out from behind Dray, Sesshy's eyes glanced down between his legs, and she couldn't help but coo eagerly as she saw that his thick, bobbing stallioncock was the same coloration as the rest of his body, mottled in red and white, with a nice, fat flare to it. On her other side, Braun and Clay also approached, their cocks dark and almost ominous in the gradually dimming light of the day. And then all of them had their hands on her, stretching Sesshy out on the table, pinning her to the tablecloth, exposing her to their lusts. Her plump breasts and neck and belly were soon being lathed by broad tongues, the bull's as rough as those of the stallions were smooth. If this was heaven, she never wanted to leave! And if it was hell, she could see the benefits in being bad.
As the stallions pulled their muzzles away from her, Sesshy felt her hands pulled out, before two proud, prominent stallioncocks were thrust between her eagerly-gripping fingers. With the thrusting barrels of two of the most magnificent cocks she'd ever seen staring her down on either side of her face, Sesshy was only too happy to pump her hands, feeling their heavy weight and slickness as precum began to coat their lengths. Dray, meanwhile, climbed up onto the table, kneeling over Sesshy, mauling her breasts with expert skill, making her back arch, before he slapped his heavy cock right between those full female orbs, and squashed them together almost brutally, thumbs rasping against her perked, almost painfully sensitive nipples as he began to thrust his hips in time with her pumping paws.
Her legs kicking in excitement as Sesshy bent forward, tongue lapping with a desperate frenzy at any tasty bit of male flesh that she could reach, as happy as a puppy in a candy store with so many tasty treats to lick, the dobiegirl didn't notice the huge black bull moving to the base of the table, between her legs, until she suddenly felt his big hands gripping her thighs, just above her knees. Sesshy's legs lifted, then, and she felt them hoisted almost straight up into the air before they were rested on top of thick shoulders. An instant later she felt a massive blunt object prodding at her desperately flushed, dripping little quim. It was Braun! He was the one who took females first, it seemed, probably some sort of tradition with these huge, beautiful males. On an impulse, feeling the tensing of the bull's body as he prepared to stuff her to the very brim, Sesshy pulled all three stallioncocks forward and clamped her eager muzzle down on them all. This was just in time, as a moment later the bull thrust forward, spreading Sesshy's juicy little cunny open wide, plowing into her good and hard and rough and deep until she could almost swear she could feel the end of that magnificent bulldong squeezing up against the base of her lungs! All three stallions shivered, their hot rumps tensing, and Clay even whinnied in passion, as Sesshy moaned and whined and whimpered, each and every little sound of her desperate pleasure being translated as a pleasure-giving tremor along their three cocks, like a tone along a tuning fork.
But that was just the beginning, as the massive black bull paused only a short while, letting Sesshy's body pulse and tense and try to accommodate his mighty girth, before he started to thrust. Sesshy was dimly aware of the sound of heavy balls slapping against her docktailed rump, her whole world shuddering around her, her vision soon becoming reduced only to a kaleidoscope of beautiful stallioncocks. As the mighty Braun began to plow her like a fertile field, making the dobiegirl's whole body spasm and jerk with each thrust, she tried with desperate intensity to suck on each of those presented penises as they thrust with abandon through her tensing fingers and squeezed breasts, her head turning this way and that in a futile attempt to give each male the attention she felt they so richly deserved.
How long this savage, primal treatment continued, Sesshy couldn't even begin to guess, when suddenly, Clay, the tall chestnut stallion gave a shrill whinny of pleasure, his dark cock flaring even more before suddenly, Sesshy's chest and face and even her hair were sprayed with a veritable fountain of hot white stallionspunk! This made her able to stroke Judd's cock all the faster, and allowed Dray to speed up as well, thanks to the slickness of Clay's cum, and within a matter of moments, Judd's cock flared up as well, the hard gush of his cum hit Sesshy on the cheek, before she turned it like directing a firehose, letting it spray down her side and breasts.
As the two deflating stallions stepped back to recover, Sesshy clamped her muzzle onto Dray's gold-colored cock with a deathgrip, bobbing her head desperately, greedy for his cum! At the same time, Braun picked up his speed, before giving a mighty bellow of orgasmic intensity before he started to cum as well, letting Sesshy feel the first two hard spurts of rich, creamy bullcum as they splattered against her cervix, before he pulled out with a loud, slurping pop, pumping his cock by hand as he liberally coated Sesshy's belly and pubis and her perianal region with thick cream in a gush so hard that Sesshy's pussy lips clenched and fluttered as though trying to catch it all, even as yet another of her series of orgasms rocked through her body - she'd been cumming since Braun had first stuffed her with bullmeat, and hadn't stopped yet!
"Here it comes, Miss Sesshy," said Dray with a soft grunt of his own as he pulled away from her greedy lips, gripping the base of his cock to give himself several hard, fast pumps, before he also let his seed join that of his friends, spurting onto Sesshy's naked body, until she looked like a glazed dobiegirl pastry.
That was only the start of Sesshy's erotic adventures that evening. She had only a short while to get a breather before she felt Judd's hands on her, the paint stallion rolling her over before he started to rub his thick, sperm-slick glans up against Sesshy's tight little tailhole, and then sloooowly squeezed himself inside of her, stretching her open anally. Sesshy's eyes bugged out at this unexpected penetration, her muzzle also dropping open...just in time for the burly bull, Braun, to thrust his own cock into her opened mouth, then stroke her chin and neck, making it a bit easier for her to gulp down a sizable portion of his length.
The rest of the episode came back to Sesshy in a series of flashes of crystalized memory between surges of pleasure so strong that it made her senses swoon. Dray mauling her breasts while pounding her sweet cunny almost brutally in the missionary position, before kissing her so desperately that it made her head swim. Riding Clay reverse-cowgirl while his big hands stroked her sides, his agile muzzle nibbling on the back of her neck, suckling on the sensitive part at the base of her shoulder. Being spitroasted on all-fours between Dray as he claimed her cunny and Judd as he stuffed her hot muzzle. Sandwiched between Clay and Braun as they doublestuffed her poor, overheated dobiecunny with deep, masculine grunts filling her pointed ears.
It must have been hours later, because it was quite dark, when Sesshy finally came to herself. She was lying, naked, in the stables on a soft bale of hay, a saddle blanket thrown over her to keep her from the light chill of the night. Nearby was a plate of grilled food, wrapped in foil to keep it warm - and it was indeed still warm, probably cooked just for her only a short while ago. As the dark-furred Doberman pushed off the blanket, she saw that there was a towel nearby, and as she glanced down at herself, she could immediately see why: she was still coated in cum!
"How're you feeling, Miss Sesshy?" came the voice of Dray as he leaned against a nearby post. "Hope we didn't hurt you any."
"I'm sore," said Sesshy, pulling the foil off the plate, realizing once again just how ravenously hungry she was. "But it's the good sort of sore. Sort of like after riding a horse: just because I ache, doesn't mean I won't do it again, and love it."
"Glad to hear," Dray commented dryly, watching Sesshy tear eagerly into her kabobs, working down three of the long skewers before she seemed satisfied. "Wanna come up to the farmhouse, maybe get in a shower, sleep in a nice bed?"
"Mmm, sounds like heaven," said Sesshy, rising slowly to her feet, before Dray went to her, helping her up carefully, using the towel to keep from getting his clothes messy with her cum-dripping body. "Well, I suppose I'll be asking the police force for maternity leave after all," she said with a little giggle.
"Well, we won't know for sure until you've been bred at least two more days," Dray said with a light chuckle, patting Sesshy on her bottom, making her stubby dobietail wiggle. "That's standard for breeding a femme in heat, after all."
"I'm looking forward to it," said Sesshy eagerly as she was led towards the farmhouse, to rest up for the adventures of the following days.