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RIDE ME

An equine mare learns what her riding crop is for.

Xanthe is used by permission of... Xanthe.

Buttercup is not used by permission, but considering who she is and who I am, I don't think she'd mind.

As sun set on the farm, Xanthe rode the old stallion into the stable thinking that the non-anthro stallion needed a longer run, and put it down for the next day. She only had one riding lesson to give tomorrow and that was to the daughter of her employer, the farmer. She smiled as she thought of the girl, 11 years old and just beginning to bud, but she was an innocent thus far and she didn't really want to get in trouble with her boss. Not just yet anyways.

Putting the stallion in his paddock, she took off her riding helmet letting her shiny purple hair flow down over the riding jacket she wore. The purple hair contrasted nicely with the tan color of her fur and the streak of white up her nose. The breeches and boots were a bit tight, but they always were at this time of day, especially on a quarter horse like herself. If she could, she'd ride naked with no saddle, just horseflesh against horseflesh as nature intended. Thing is if she did that the local school board would never let her give riding lessons to their students again.

As she walked to small apartment next to the stables she could already smell the sexual energy of the stable lads. There were 3 of them, all anthro-horses like her, as his farm was run and managed by anthros except for the farmer himself and his family. The head stable boy, a lad of 17,a Clydesdale , gave her a wave as she walked in. Normally at this time of day with the horses all taken care of, she'd be spending the evening with him teaching him the ins and outs of pleasuring a woman, but tonight she just kissed his cheek and walked to her room, incredibly tired from the day. It was okay. Alexander knew that Xanthe was going to be too tired to play, and Xanthe thought he was going to watch television.

She sat down on her bed and started to strip off the constrictive clothing that she so hated. The jacket came off first, followed by the frilly cotton shirt that by now stank of her sweat. Next came the boots one after another revealing the hooves underneath. She wore special boots that made her feet look human, but only on days like this. The school board had insisted on it. She stood up to peel off the breeches. She didn't wear anything under them and anyone peeking in her window at that point would have had a good view of that athletic ass and bare pink pussy underneath. Stretching, she revelled in the feeling of her body being as it should be once more.

And just then she heard hoofsteps and heard Alexander nicker out in the hallway. She looked at her door for a long moment curious as to who could be visiting him at this hour, but then shook her head and lay down on her bed. She really was too tired to do anything about Alexander..

She tried to sleep, but the hot night air kept her uncomfortable and sticky. And then suddenly the noise coming from Alexander's flat next door became louder. There were things being knocked over and the cries of lust were audible for the first time. And she thought she recognised that voice. Biting her lip she tried to ignore it, but she couldn't. She got up, still naked and snuck into the hallway. Luck was on her side. Alexander had left his door open and she slipped inside. The commotion seemed to be coming from the bedroom.

She peeked around the corner and she had to stifle a gasp. All three of the stable lads were there. Huge and powerful, all three of them had their attention on the girl in the middle of them who was getting the triple penetration of her life. The light was dim and she had to peer in further to try and make out just who they were fucking, when suddenly the cow, for she was a cow, lifted her head from Alexander's cock and lowed as an orgasm shook her making her tits and udder wobble. That's when Xanthe recognised her. Buttercup, her best friend, the mother cow who ran the milking shed was fucking all 3 of the horses and loving every minute of it. Blushing hard, Xanthe stepped away and slunk back to her own bed.

She could feel her jealousy rise within her, but she had told Alexander to go ahead and find other entertainment. She just didn't think it would be her. And what about Emily? Didn't she need looking after at this hour? She pondered going over to the milking shed and teaching Emily a thing or two about sex as a sort of revenge, but she decided against it. She was too tired, and it wasn't Emily that she was angry at. Angry? No, not really. She felt left out, she decided. That's when it hit her. She was the riding instructor and Buttercup had had no lessons in riding. A plan formed just before she fell asleep.

The sound of buckets clanking against one another woke her the next morning, just after the sun had risen. It was warm, but there seemed to be a thin fog in the air which was strange. She looked out of her window and saw Todd, the farmer's son, heading towards the milking shed, but she could also see, from her vantage point, but unseen by Todd, Emily running into the shed as she was trying to get dressed, her young tits bouncing and heaving as she struggled to get the bib of the overalls up her body.

Xanthe blinked, not really believing what she saw, but it reminded her of the plan she formed last night. Normally she would have dismissed that thought in the light of day, but now, she decided to act on it. She went to her closet and got out the outfit she'd been saving.

After getting dressed, she snuck in to Alexander's room, the huge Clydesdale lying there naked, sprawled on the bed., cock hung out and limp from fucking a cow all night. Quietly, Xanthe took the stallion's limbs and tied them nice and tight to the bed. She then took a topical treatment for chaffing and she started spreading it on his cock and balls. Not hard enough to wake him, but enough to get it worked into the skin. She chuckled as the heating rub started to work. She then picked up her riding crop and walked through the misty air towards the milking shed.

Peeking inside, she was not prepared for the sight that greeted her. Standing in the middle of the shed was Buttercup, wearing only a pink bathrobe that she obviously threw on quickly as the backside was hooked on her tail revealing her brown bottom to the world. Standing in front of her looking very sheepish were Todd and Emily, both naked, and both drenched in milk and Emily quite obviously leaking cum from her sex. Xanthe watched as Buttercup tried to say something but something was stopping her from telling her own daughter off. Perhaps guilt over her dalliance with her stallion, thought Xanthe, a wicked smile crossing her lips. After a long moment, Buttercup, on the verge of tears pointed to the opposite door and the two kids ran off through the door and in opposite directions. Buttercup turned and faced the door Xanthe was hiding behind and she wiped a tear from her face. "Well I guess it had to happen sooner or later." She smiled wanly and headed to the door and opened it.

Xanthe was behind the door, her purple hair tied up in a severe bun and a wicked look in her eyes. Instantly Buttercup's eyes locked on them and the smile underneath and she knew that she had been found out, a blush rising up her face. She hadn't meant to be so reckless but just as she was about to say she was sorry, she looked down at what Xanthe was wearing.

Xanthe's feet were bare, but her legs were not, a pair of black leather chaps strapped on to them, contrasting so nicely with the cream fur that ran up the insides of those legs right to her bare sex framed by the chaps, and in the early morning light, it seemed to be glistening with wetness. As Buttercup lifted her eyes she could see a tight leather corset lifting and exposing Xanthe's breasts, the pink nipples hard as stones despite the warm air. Topped off with a leather riding cap, Xanthe did not look like a woman in search of an apology but a horse trainer looking to correct an errant pony.

Xanthe lightly tapped the tip of her riding crop to Buttercups nose and stepped closer. She then opened the pink bathrobe that Buttercup wore and peeled it off of her as she stepped around the cow, her hooves clicking on the stone. Coming back around to the front, Xanthe tossed the bathrobe away from them both, leaving Buttercup as naked as Emily was a few minutes ago. Buttercup glanced around starting to panic, but then she looked back into Xanthe's eyes and the smile and nod Xanthe gave seemed to calm her. Without another word spoken, Xanthe took a leather collar and placed it around Buttercup's neck. She then attached a bridle and harness, placing the bit in Buttercup's mouth. She then bound Buttercup's wrists behind her back, and taking the handle of the harness behind Buttercup's back, she pushed her forward forcing the cow to walk naked through the barnyard to the riding stables unable to hide behind anything at all.

Shoving the cow through the doorway, Xanthe let her go to stand there as she went over to examine the now wide awake Clydesdale. She was fortunate that she had used the reinforced leather straps as the stallion had been straining at them, but stopped as soon as his lovers, both of them, walked through the door. His cock was now standing bolt upright and throbbing, the warming balm having worked its magic, and waking him up at the same time. Xanthe stepped over to him and slowly brushed the leather strap over his cockhead making Alexander's entire body quiver and he let out a plaintive whinny.

Xanthe looked over at the cow, and she smiled as she saw just how aroused the cow was. She walked back over to her and without a word, pushed her via the harness up onto the bed standing over the stallion, the cock bumping against her knees. She untied her arms and with surprising speed, she tied them again over her head to a rope leading to a pulley stuck over the bed. Xanthe and Alexander would play bondage games from time to time, but until this moment, Xanthe had never been the one doing the bonding. She then started looping rope around Buttercup's hooves and with the aid of a winch, she lifted her off the bed completely, bent at the waist so that her upper body was upright and her legs pointed to the wall above Alexander's head. Xanthe then took a spreader bar and put it between her hooves forcing her legs wide apart, and forced her dripping wet sex to spread open above that monster cock. Alexander started muttering and shaking his head. "No Xanthe, please.... She's... she's never taken it all before....."

Xanthe smiled as she brushed her hand over Buttercup's tits making her moan, unable to speak because of the bit. "First time for everything..." She then reached down and taking that massive cock in her hand she aimed it at the cow's pussy, and using the winch, started lowering her onto it. Just as the tip touched her sex, Xanthe stopped her and just rubbed that fat tip against the soft folds making both of her victims moan and writhe. No one could tell at this point if the struggling was to get free or to enjoy the feel of the other sex, but it didn't matter, Buttercup's sex was soon drooling with Alexander's pre.

Xanthe gave the cocktip a push and forced the head into the cow's tight sex making her moan and arch her back. She then started to lower Buttercup slowly down, the cock impaling her as it did the night before, but this time neither she nor her lover had control. Down lower and lower she sat, her moans getting louder, and then she gasped as she started taking the final third into her. She struggled a bit, but then relaxed and allowed herself to sink all the way down to the stallion's sheath, her entire body trembling. The stallion on his part was groaning and squirming his hips. He hadn't been hilted in a long time now, and it felt incredibly good.

Xanthe locked the winch in place and she stepped around the pair of then, her hooves clicking on the flagstones, but for the moment, both victims were lost in the sensations. It was only then after that long moment that Xanthe took one of Buttercup's hooves in her hand, and pushed. Like a fairy on an obscene music box, she started slowly spinning around, impaled on that cock causing both of them to writhe agasint their bonds and each other. Almost instantly both of them came, the stallion's seed flooding the cow's sex. Xanthe chuckled and pushed again as Buttercup came around keeping her going slowly. Then came the real torment. With surgical precision, Xanthe's riding crop found Buttercup's left nipple making the tit jiggle and the room echo with the hard crack. Buttercup's body jumped at the strike causing her sex to contract around the pole she was spinning on and making tears appear in her eyes. Xanthe pushed again speeding up the spin and struck with the crop again, but this time it was Alexander's nipple that was her target. Then Buttercup's back. Then Alexander's thigh. It went on like this, cries of pain and lust filling the air as Xanthe kept her spinning and kept striking causing the pair to orgasm again and again, their bits getting redder and redder with the strikes, and causing a certain young cow to overhear nearby.

It went on like this for an hour with no rest or letup. Each time Alexander came, Buttercup's sex would flood with seed, far too much for her to hold and it would spray out from around the pole drenching both groins. And all the stimulation was too much for Buttercup's tits and udder, all of which were drooling milk matting her creamy fur. Both victims were on the point of collapsing now into unconsciousness when Xanthe finally stopped the spinning. Slowly, she started winching Buttercup up off of the still hard pole, the surface now drooling with mixed cum. As the end approached, the tip popped out causing a gasp and moan from both of them and a jet of seed to burst into the air from the cocktip just as a flood of seed poured from the cow's sex. Xanthe applauded and chuckled to herself. "Now then... lets see if you two have learned your lesson." She quickly undid all of their bonds allowing the stallion to sit up on the edge of the bed and the cow to collapse onto the floor in front of him. Poor Buttercup was going to be sore for several days, if not the month.

Xanthe stepped between them and turned to face Buttercup, her back to the stallion. She spread her legs, her sex dripping wet. She'd been fingering herself the whole time watching them spin, and her sex was ready for a good fucking. Bending forward she showed her sex to Alexander. "Ride me, my pet..."

Alexander, still aroused after all of this did as he was told, pointing his cock at her sex, and she sank herself right down on it, taking it inside as she had many times before, though never in quite this way. She moaned but kept her composure as inch after inch sank in, until she too had hilted herself. Grinding her hips slowly she squeezed the cock inside her reclaiming that organ as her own to use and share as she wished. She then looked down at the cow in front of her, broken from the dozens of orgasms and crop strikes. "Now then cow... lick me." Buttercup lifted her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, but the flush on her cheeks revealed that she too was still aroused. She looked up at her friend, said "yes mistress" and pressed her broad cow tongue to Xanthe's sex licking at her clit as she ground herself on her man's cock. She let out a guttural moan and started grinding harder, her pent up arousal claiming her as she quickly came and did so again and again as she fucked the stallion, and took the expert licking of her new cowslave.

An hour later, Xanthe stood there looking down at the two of them all cuddled and asleep on the bed. Both of their sexes were red and raw, but they'd be better in a few hours. They'd had a long talk making it clear that she didn't like them sneaking around behind her back, but that she loved the idea of her best friends being lovers and her being their mistress. She smiled, turned and walked out of the room, the mist still hanging in the air despite it being just before noon and hot as anything. Without thinking about modesty, she didn't walk to her room, but over to the stable still dressed in her chaps and corset, legs matted with cum, and her purple hair a messed up tossle.

"Oh hi Xanthe! Is it time for my lesson?" The farmers daughter was there brushing one of the horses. She turned and stared at Xanthe. Xanthe looked at her for a long moment then smiled. "Of course it is. Over here, please..."