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A red Porsche drove down a side road on a hot summers day, the driver a young female equine of 24. By humanoid standards she was a looker, her face a picture of equine beauty, head slim, muzzle slender and curvy. Her liquid brown eyes kept an ever vigilant watch on the road, a hand coming up to flick a strand of her dark, straight mane out of her eyes that fell to the bottom of her spine.

Her hooven feet gently applied the break pedal, having being modified to fit her species unique feet, resembling more horse hoof than the humans delicate skin and toes. She sighed and looked at the clear blue sky, wishing she didn't have to talk to the client she was paying a visit to. By trade she was an online consultant but she also worked on request as a Psychologist. She didn't mind the job. But her client was a 75 year old human who had requested that an equine Psychologist specifically went round.

Pulling up to the long driveway, she saw some evidence why he might prefer her kind, for he seemed to live on a stud (English horse farm). "I sure hope he doesn't try anything off with me," she muttered to herself, a vision of the elderly human trying to saddle her or put her in a stable flashed through her mind.

A shake of her head helped banish the disturbing images as she pulled up to the small house that sat among the small field. Just behind the traditional English house a few horses grazed in safety behind a worn old fence.

She paused, closing the car door shut as she stood her 6.4ft tall frame tall and straight. She had hardly ever been around her natural cousins, being a city goer didn't really offer much in way of nature and contact, her nostrils flaring at the strange smells of the countryside. Her presence seemed to catch the attention of a large, black horse as she stood, somewhat feeling out of place, trotting up to the fence and leaning his great, handsome head over, whinnying towards her.

Staring for a moment, she shook her head again, letting loose a small whinny on instinct before catching herself. "W-what are you doing? You're behaving like an animal," she scolded herself before ignoring the animals wanton look at her, making straight for the door.

Rapping three times, a shuffle sounded from within before the door was opened a crack. "Hello, Mr Richardson? My name is," but her words were cut off as the door was thrown open and she was tackled around her middle by an elderly male.

"Ohhh, you look so much like my dear Rosey," he wheezed out, gripping incredibly tight for someone his age.

"Look, please I am not one of your horses," she said sternly in a clear London accent, feeling embarrassed as his head pressed into her impressive cleavage.

Pushing himself away from her, the elderly male looked up with tears in his eyes, but before the equine humanoid could apologise he stilled her with a shake of his head. "I'm sorry, you just look so much like my dearly departed wife is all," he croaked out. "She too was a humal, though such couplings are frowned upon I know."

She cleared her voice and straightened her black dress, brown tail swishing and ears twitching with her misguided accusation. "Well, er yes quite. My apologies. My name is Maria Ashburn, placement psychologist. I assume that is the reason why you wanted a female equine in?" She inquired, looking him over and taking in his apparel. He still had all his hair, though somewhat thinning and white as snow. His skin wasn't quite as wrinkled as most she had seen around his age and his attire boasted of a simple beige shirt and brown trousers with brown slippers.

"May I come in?" She inquired, getting the uncomfortable feeling he was doing the same and looking her over.

"Oh, yes, yes, I beg your pardon. Do come in," he wheezed, seeming to snap out of a daydream before shuffling inside the house.

She took a step forward in her custom made blue shoes specifically made to fit her, hesitating as she was hit by that old, stale odour that seemed to emanate from most old peoples dwellings. A deep sigh, she set hoof into the dingy lit house.

*

It had been an hour of talking to him, sitting inside the uncomfortably warm, smelly little bungalow, listening to him cry about his loss, how he would have to sell up his beloved horse farm that he had lived on for forty years and how lonely he was. At one point Maria had to divert the conversation as he seemed to start thinking she was his wife, but mercifully he had fallen asleep in his comfy chair.

After searching for a blanket to throw over him, she stepped out his back door, into the Stud field. It may have smelled but least it was open air and gave the equine chance to get her bearings. "Idiots," she muttered to herself, "what where they thinking sending me if I looked like his dead wife? They really need to do their research more," she said, closing her eyes and rubbed at her large, elegant head.

Her hand suddenly seemed to trail to her privates, rubbing lightly. She had been alone for six months since her last break up true, but she could control herself whilst out and about. Why was she feeling so hot all of a sudden?

A snort snapped her out of her reverie, eye flying wide to see that same big, black horse from before with his snout sniffing at her cleavage in a curious fashion. "Ahh, e-easy, easy," she gasped, frightened he would attack her given this was the closest she had ever been up to one of her own feral cousins.

But he made no such move of violence against her, in fact, he seemed to be giving off an increasingly musky odour as he pushed his head into her face, getting a good inhale of her scent. "A-away, get away from me beast!" She cried out, giving him a shove of the head but to no avail.

But he was having none of it, pushing her over, onto her rump with a thud. Leaning down, Maria winced and expected some sort of attack. But she wasn't prepared for the loving lick she received from his long tongue, her wide nose flaring at the scent. Opening her eyes crack, the humal stared into the ferals handsome face, taking in his dark eyes, the long, flowing mane running down the back but most importantly, his cock that hung like a fifth leg.

She had bedded very few males, given her kinds status and the fact that she was usually too afraid to get into a deep relationship due to reports of abuse from human partners. But the thought of that tool inside her made her pussy clench, leaking a dribble of sexual arousal and staining her panties and skirt before a voice interrupted. "Nightwind, stop it," a young stablehand shouted, running up to him and grabbing hold of his mane, leading it away from her. "I am sorry," the spotted, young human mumbled, "seems he took a shine to you miss. Are you the woman sent for our employer?"

Maria sat there, bewildered as he spoke to her. She was so mixed up now, all she wanted was a corner to scurry away in and cry. "N-o, I mean yes, yes," she quickly corrected, ears back and chest heaving as she fought for air, not even realising she had forgotten to breathe during the incident.

"Hope there was no hard feelings? You are kin of the same species after all," he said with a chuckle before Maria's outraged snort cut him off.

"I AM NOT AN ANIMAL!" She cried out, shoving past him for her car, leaving a stunned stableboy to shake his head slowly. "She is no Rosey, that's for sure," he said, watching her fumble stumble over the gate and hurry to her car.

Slamming her door to, she screeched away in her car, heart and thoughts racing, feeling shame and disgrace well up within her heart.

*

Maria had locked herself in her flat that following day, refusing to come out as she felt a freak. In todays world, Humals were often treated little better than animals. Growing up she had to overcome abuse, prejudice and prove to people she was as much of a human as the rest of them. She had been accepted into a world were humans were the top rank and she had acted like an animal?

Her only close friend was on the speaker phone as she told her as much as the equine dared to. _ "Look Maria, don't fret about it. It isn't like anything drastic happened right? I know as much as the rest that you are one of them and not some animal pretending to be human so chill. You just need to go back tomorrow and let the silly animal know you are in charge and not him and that will be an end of your fears," _ her voice came through tinny on the speaker.

"Sarah, I can't. I just can't. What if he violates me?" The distraught equine cried, flashes of her nightmare the night in her head. In it, she was being treated like an animal, trotting around on fours to the ogling of a crowd of spectators. A human then came along and led her by the rein, her voluptuous breasts swinging like a pendulum and led into a breeding pen. And there that horse was... "NO!" She cried out at the shame of the dream.

"_ Maria? Look, the only way you can confront that nightmare and your own demons is to go back, and make sure you have someone there with you. Remember, you do need the money as well for your rent." _

Gritting her strong teeth together at the last fact; It was undeniable that she needed the money. Her real job had suffered some slight cuts to her wage and she was finding it harder to make ends meet. "Fine, fine," she grated out. "You win. But I will take some measures against it happening again!" Maria growled out, her silky tail thrashing about at the thought of going back there.

*

The next day, she drove on down in her Porshe, same as the last time she had come to the stud farm. Except that she now had a little box, in which contained various coloured bottles of perfume. Normally, she hated to wear the stuff as it stung her sensitive nose. But, she was blown if she would let an animal drive her away from a client and money.

Fetching two bottles from the box, she covered herself in a cloud of perfume, the air inside being coloured briefly by the cloud before stepping out of her car and into the open air.

Walking up to the fence, a gentle breeze wafted her perfume in the direction the horses were grazing. A number of snorts could be heard from the ones in sight, one or two whinnying at the horrific smell and moved further to the back of their field. Including the beast that had tried to molest her from before. Giving her mane a satisfied flick, she smirked and trotted off towards the door, knocking as she did last time and listened for the approaching shuffle of feet.

"Hmh, today is going to be a good day I feel," she said with a satisfied note in her voice.

"Hello?" The old man's voice wheezed, "I hope it isn't another of you business types? I want nothing to do with you," he wheezed, closing the door on her.

Sticking her hoof in the gap, she cleared her throat, trying not to show irritation, "Me Richardson? It is me, the woman from before?" She said, her accent triggering the old man's memory.

"Ahh yes, I remember. You smell...a lot different and my sight isn't what it once was. I found myself feeling quite comfortable around you the other day you know? made me feel more at peace just to be in your presence. Though, I did hear you were not taken to my horses. It makes me sad but I have a feeling you will come round to it. After all, they are your kin."

"CAN I come in please?" She said, growing annoyed at being compared to them. She looked animal but that was as far as things went with her. She was human inside and did human things like...

"You okay miss" Richardson wheezed as she had frozen on the spot, tail flicking and ears moving about before she snapped to.

"Yes, yes," she said hastily, shaking her head as though in hopes of shaking something out of her mind. Stepping over the threshold, Maria walked into the small house and into the musty smelling living room. The dim lighting and bleak walls made it a wonder how the old man kept himself sane from living here mostly alone. The last time she had visited here she did her best to ignore her surrounds, but this time...why did her eyes lock onto the picture of his wife and Nightwind?

If she wasn't mistaken, they both looked very close in the picture. His wife with her arm round the horse and her equine muzzle pressed against the mane, the dark horse with its tongue licking at her ear. The picture made her jealous at how excepting she must have been of her heritage and to get close to both human and her own kind.

"Ahh, I-I see you are looking at my dear departed wife Rose. Yes, she was close to her horses. My grandson out in the back who helps with my horses would even say as close as to me heeh heh," he said with a wheezing laugh before he was interrupted by a sudden high cry of pain from the fields.

"Roland!" He wheezed, grunting as he stood up before the equine sighed and volunteered to go see.

Stepping cautiously out into the fresh countryside air again, she prayed her scent would ward off any of the dangerous brutes before she saw a form laying on the ground, groaning.

The other horses of the field were already safely tucked away in their stables. But out in the field, standing dangerously near who she now knew as Roland, was the black horse Nightwind, rearing on his hind legs and neighing loudly with a thrash of his front legs.

He was dangerously close to taking the humans head off, or squashing it. Either way, the young man could die. Maria had never done anything like this in her life, saved a life. But she had to try. Praying the same stink that had warded them away from the fence in the first place would work in his enraged state, she approached on trembling hooves.

The feral equine took a step forward, one more and all it would have to do was step accidental on Roland's head and that would be the end of it. A sudden surge of courage through her, Maria made a quieter version of the full horses neigh. No where near as scary, but she had come closer than was comfortable for Nightwind as his nostrils flared and wheeled round, galloping away from her and into his stable. She hurriedly ran up to the door and swung it closed fast, locking the latch before sitting on the grass and panting harshly, a hand on her chest to help steady her pounding heart.

"Roland," a voice wheezed from behind her, "what happened? I guess...he is a little riled up from been without a mare to breed now."

"Urrghhh, I-I'm fine thank you granddad," he complained, holding his bleeding head with his hands. "Nightwind just went mad, he wouldn't behave or listen to commands. So I tried aproaching him to calm him down and next thing, he knocks me on my ass."

"Granddad?" Maria said in surprise, whipping her head round, tail flicking in agitation, "why wasn't I told about this then?"

But the two seemed to be paying her little attention as Roland tried t stand, then fell over again with a groan. "Fool boy, you're going to hospital to get that seen to and rest up. I will drive you down there now," he said before rounding on Maria. "Girl, please finish his duties, I promise to pay you but my beauties need cleaning and feeding. The chart will be in my house where I sit."

"What?! No, no, no, you will have to find someone else. I refuse"

"LOOK!" He wheezed out crossly, "you are meant to help people right? Well bloody well start helping me please!" He said, glaring at her in a way that made her feel like a little foal.

*

The ambulance arrived promptly, two humans coming out and carrying a stretcher between them as they gently loaded him on, his grandpa in tow as he went with them to the nearest hospital, 20 miles down the road. Maria was left to winder what she could do. She could simply drive on home and never breathe a word about what had happened. But on the the other hand she would feel a bit of a heel and plus, she was desperate for money.

"Well..." she said with a resigned sigh, "I suppose they will keep away from me at least. Good job I sprayed plenty on," she said with a hang of her long head.

*

She had gone about the rest of the horses that day with sufficient ease, they kept to their end, making snorts of complaint about her scent and she was fine with that. The feed bags were a definite no no, but she was thankful there was also a feeding tray for them she could easily fill.

She had deliberately put off Nightwind, thinking of just leaving him as her tail flicked in agitation. "Urgh, I have little choice if I am going to do this properly." she moaned, running a hand over her nose, long ears flickering back as she approached.

Looking over, she saw that he was asleep, his low rumbles and snorts confirmed that as she braved a look over. The silly beast must have tired himself out with the events before. He did look handsome she had to admit when he was sleeping and not looking all big and imposing. Silently, she undid the latch, creeping on in and closing it behind her.

The bag of food she had was near empty, but it would do but no way was she going to risk cleaning up his stable for him. She would put the food in, leave, the end. Placing the bag flat on the tray, she slid the contents out silently and trickled the food in slowly thinking there was no way he would wake up. Now all she had to do was get out and... "SNORT" a loud snort came from behind her, feeling a warm gust blow her head, eyes shooting wide as saucers.

Turning her head slowly round, she saw him. Nightwind. All big, imposing and nostrils flaring angrily at her horrible smell. He reared up on his fetlocks, front legs coming up to ward her and the offending scent away from him. Screaming, she tried to run out, tripped, and ended up in the stallions drinking trough with a splash, soaking her clothing through.

Thrashing madly, she scrambled out of the water, hands fumbling in panic at the latch before she was pulled backwards, the horse finding painful purchase with teeth on her tail as she fell onto the soft, hay strewn floor. She found to much of her horror and discomfort that the feral horse was sniffing her all over, "Oh no. Any minute now and he will smell that perfume and trample me," she thought in panic as all reason went out the window.

But much to her astonishment, she found him more curious than aggressive with his investigations, snuffling along her back, head, and then...trailed to her trousers.

"Ahh, NO!" She cried out, scrambling, only for the horse to nip at the leggings, pulling them off her as she fought to get away. Turning over to scramble away, she felt his head pressing at her rump, pushing and pinning her as he inhaled deeply. She was ashamed but...it aroused her in the most primitive of ways.

Laying stock still on her chest, Nightwind snuffled along her naked rump, a tongue flashing out to trail along a cheek. Maria was laying there, in her panties, and was letting an animal do this to her? As he lifted his great head up, she scrambled to turn over, keeping her rump to the floor and her body low as she scrambled away. Her heart was hammering, how could she possibly be turned on like this?

"They are your kin after all," the old man's voice echoed in her head. "I am...nothing like an animal!" She cried out. But then, why did she take such good care of her tail and short, brown fur? Why did she use the term foal instead of baby, even if it was in her head? If she thought herself all human, why hadn't she gone down the road of operation to have her tail and fur removed like others had who wanted to be excepted?

She was so confused and wrapped up in thought, she didn't even notice the large stallion approach her, his great head looming up to her face. Opening her mouth to scream again, she was silenced as he gave an affectionate lick to her own muzzle. He gazed into her eyes, and Maria though she was losing her mind. Could he...be trying to help her? The look was intelligent, understanding. Was this horse actually trying to help her come to terms with herself?

His breath smelled of hay and grass as he ran his tongue over her. His breath somehow appealed to Maria as she found herself heating up to him. "Oh god...what the hell am I doing?" Maria groaned, stripping her wet top off so that she was just in bra and panties. She felt as though the rational part had taken a backseat, screaming at her, asking what she thought she was doing. But there was no denying it now, she could see her panties that beyond the soaking of the dunking she received that there was a darker spot of arousal.

"Slurp!" The horse suddenly ran his long tongue directly over her pussy where the material outlined her wet lips. It had been so long since she had been pleasured by another...no one was here. She could get away with it and no one would have to know, right?

Her chest rising and falling rapidly, she looked to him again. He could molest her, be rough and rip her panties with his teeth. But he seemed to be waiting for her to make her own mind up.

Still hardly believing she was doing this, Maria hooked her fingers through her panties, and pausing briefly, slowly pulled them off, giving a cautious look to the horse. As soon as she had begun to pull them off, Nightwind looked immediately more interested, giving out a needy whinny and bobbed his head, nostrils flaring at her needy scent.

Heart hammering, she worked out of them, pulling her knees up to her chest and over her head before discarding them. But she had left her needy, wet slit open with this act. And impatience finally seeming to get the better of him with the full force of her scent now in the open.

Before she could lower her legs down, Nightwind shoved his head into her rump and stabbed his tongue out, spreading her lips open. "Nooooo!" She cried out, Maria reaching her hands out to push the horses head away. But to her dismay, the push became a pull on his ears. It was as though her mind and body had suddenly become two separate entities, a slick noise sounding as her he slurped at her lips. Her body shook and trembled as he withdrew his tongue from her, about to relax she cried out again, giving a distinct snort of surprise as that lovely long tongue delved deeper this time. The vague thought of what her friends would say crossed her mind but...she didn't care at this point.

Her legs came to wrap round his head from this position, keeping herself supported both from this position and so she could arch better into the horses intrusions. A yelp of surprise sounded as the horse tried lifting his head away at the unusual position, but soon relaxed and she was sure he was giving giving a moan of pleasure. A sort of cross between a huff and snort as he lapped more and more of her juices tat flowed freely from her spread lips. Bucking and arching sharply with each thrust, driving as deep as possible.

But she was an equine not a feline, and her spine began to hurt after a few minutes of being bent over on her back. Nightwind however was relentless, he seemed to addicted to her taste as she tried to push him away, untangling her legs from his powerful neck and trying to straighten herself. Insatiable, Nightwind continued licking and eating her out as that glorious tongue continued its assault.

She had never experienced such a constant, nerve jangling assault from a tongue as the feral horse tongue fucked her. Her moans came high and loud, no one was around to hear apart from the other horses and a good job with the sounds from inside the stable. Her breath stilled, and suddenly she felt like a dam had broken as she came hard, her pussy spraying its juices over the black snout and muzzle lips, the horse not letting up for an instant as he lapped it all up with wet slurps.

After a minute of lapping up her fluids, a good bit of pleasured moaning from Maria, the black horse seemed to have enough and pulled away from her pussy lips. Quivering, she gave a disappointed moan out, wondering why he had stopped. But the next thing she saw made her pussy convulse again. Standing directly over her head was Nightwind, his 18 inch long cock standing out in full glory, stamping a hoof impatiently. His rod slapping against her thighs with the movement and hefty orbs swaying brought her arousal back full force.

"Hhhh, g-good boy," she breathed, a voice screaming in her head that she was going to make love to an animal, but she chose to ignore it. She WAS part animal, and this was the only animal to properly pleasure her, not a straight up fucking then done with. She could tell that he wanted her to feel pleasure as much as the feral horse wanted to be pleasured. Or was that just in her mind? She was past caring but just wanted to feel herself full again and loved.

Licking her tongue across her muzzle, she wasn't sure if it was in the moment or what...but right then, she couldn't have imagined a better sight or scent, his dark, powerful form seeming to give the moment more bite. An impatient snort sounded again, followed by more stomping of his hooves as his member begged to be taken. Who was she to say no?

Grasping the swinging member, she felt her wrist buckle slightly just from the combined weight and momentum of his giant shaft. With a trembling hand, she used her own equine head to arch her back off the ground and felt the fleshy rod press against her drooling slit, spreading her vulva wide. She couldn't believe it, the head alone was the size of an apple as she tired to make the head fit, before with a bit of help from the horse straddling above her, the head squeezed into her tight passage.

"Guh!" She cried out in a very unlady like fashion as she was spread wider than she ever had been before. "Ahhh! Oh, that is, *Neigh*, s-so big, ahh yes!" She cried, uncaring of that she was acting like a lusty animal any more as he gave slow rocking motions into her eager arching, slowly working the first few inches into her.

She couldn't stop moaning as her lips and passage tried to adjust to accommodate such a size, her pussy drooling at a none stop rate to ease the passage but even still, the going was slow, if not unbearably pleasurable. Looking up, she saw that by now a good seven inches had been worked into her, reaching her hand up she began to stroke and rub at his length, her breath coming in gasps, her ample chest rising nnd falling, jiggling her mounds of lightly furred flesh.

She could feel his tip pressing right against her cervix, thankful for the limit with him being so high from the ground but then, he did something unexpected. He began lowering himself, bending his back knees to slowly push more and more of himself into her. "No, NO!" She cried out. He really was going to split her if he pushed any more into her as she felt the tip suddenly breach her protective cervix.

But instead of pain, there was just pleasure. Inch after inch of mind, orgasm inducing pleasure as eight, then nine, then ten inches sunk into her, a good inch now almost directly into her birthing chamber. It was more than any sane person could take as her passage rippled and a spat out a torrent of female cum onto the ground. A loud whinny from Nightwind sounded his pleasure too as he suddenly came into her and hard.

Her body made a bridge shape as she arched into him, sinking yet another inch in her fertile womb, the knowledge that she may become pregnant seemed to have fled her mind by this point. She shook violently against the floor, wanting this feeling to last as a hand came to press on a growing bulge in her belly as she was filled and filled.

Finally, after a short while, both seemed satisfied as Maria collapsed underneath him. A good three inches of his cock still inside her as his balls finished emptying their massive load before stepping forward, dragging the hose like appendage from her with a moan from the humal. "Wow...females horses get that...every time?" She gasped as a flood of his seed spilled out from her gaping hole, the barn floor becoming awash in their mixture.

She found herself growing sleepy, there was no thoughts going through her mind. Just the feeling of sheer bliss and the comforting warmth in her now deflating womb as her eyes closed to, the intense after-orgasm sleep finally taking hold of her.

*

Maria woke up feeling stiff and sore down below to the feeling of something prodding her. Rolling over, she gave an incoherent mumble before bumping into something rigid. Opening her eyes a crack, she saw the horse, Nightwind, sleeping on his feet in that odd way they do before slowly turning her head in dread to see who had poked her.

Standing just behind her, with his walking stick stood the old man grinning in a silly fashion at her. "Hyeh heh, quite something aren't they? One of very few animals that actually sleep on their feet," a wheezing laugh came from the old man, Maria freezing, looking down at herself to see she was all covered in stale seed and naked before screaming.

"Get out get out, getout getout getout!" She cried, wrapping arms around to cover her bust up and crossing legs, using her tail to cover her still wet privates.

"You're going to make me more deaf then I actually am at this rate," he grumbled. "Be quiet you silly foal!"

Maria paused in her panicked ranting, pausing to breathe as she opened her eyes again, looking around. Outside it was dark, the only source of light coming from the inside of the stable light as flies buzzed around their mess and the stable. A cry of alarm and a face of disgust had her shoot upright, only to hear another wheezing chuckle from the old man.

"You really are quite the looker you know that? If I were 30 years younger I may even say I'd fancy you," he hobbled along, dragging a shawl off the barn door, "don't worry, its clean."

Wrapping it gratefully round her shoulders, just covering her privates she thanked him before pausing and tried t straighten her messy hair. "You...don't seem all that surprised, revolted or any other reaction I would expect at seeing me like this," Maria said quietly, her eyes never meeting his in shame.

"That's because it is nothing to be ashamed about. Sure, when I found my wife forty odd years ago doing it with a horse I was slightly insulted. But when she made me watch I had to agree, there was nothing I could hold against her. They were partially her kin and it made her happy, they also seemed to understand each other really well. So it is nothing I haven't seen, literally," he said, finishing his wheezing tale.

Nightwind had woken by his point and made Maria jump as his great head loomed over her before butting gently against her body in affection. A sudden thought crossed her mind, "Oh no...if word of this ever got out...my life would be over in London," she groaned, collapsing to her knees.

"Sounds like it already has been for years if you have had to lie to yourself just to fit in," Richardson wheezed as he went to pet at the animals neck, rubbing along the dark fur. "These kind of things happen a lot with your kind, and you know what happens to the ones that do change themselves to fit in with us humans? They only end up more miserable and lost. Many have I known that have a happy relationship with both animals and humans though. But it is entirely up to you what you want to do with your life."

Maria looked down at herself. She felt utterly lost an confused now. She had committed an act which she considered a sin and then finds out it is what quite a few of her kind does? "I can only offer you this proposition. My grandson is now in hospital and will be for a few days until the concussion has eased enough for him to stand and walk straight. Meanwhile I will need someone to help me out here. I can only do so much now alone and I will die before I see them put to sleep. I can only offer minimum wage if I tutored you how to look after my horses. But you can use the spare bungalow here just at the edge of my field for free, and, my son has a humal girlfriend that could help introduce you to a new look on life."

"I-I don't know...I need to...think about it," she mumbled, her head swimming with thoughts and uncertainty.

"You think about it and get hold of me when you decide.

*

After getting back home, she had given herself a through wash down before flopping on her back with a groan. Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together at the lingering soreness and pleasure she had felt from the stallions monster cock. And then how he ad treated her, and the old man's exception of her. She had talked to some of her friends but all had suddenly begun to sound very shallow to her with their words and petty life.

She then phoned up her best friend, and after chatting about random things for a while, brought up her choice she was thinking about. _ "Oh god Maria, you would really want to work for crap money on some lame horse farm? Listen, you just feeling confused because you don't fit in. I already told you I will pay for your operation to be more normal with us. I will come by and we can talk about it okay?" _

Maria just gave a sad smile and simply said, "No, there will be no need of that thank you. Goodbye Roxan," she said before hanging up. It was decided, she had her mind made up. She got on the phone and dialled the number on the slip of paper. _ "Hello?" _ a wheezing voice sounded in the earpiece.

"Mr Richardson, its Maria...I will see you tomorrow," she said with a smile at the prospect of a real life and not some illusionary existance where she was forced to be something she wasn't and judged. And secretly, she looked forward to seeing that stallion again.

The End...