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I had been visiting barns for a great portion of my life. The owners never found out and I never abused any of the animals. Oh no, around 3 or 4 am I would you slip inside and first take a deep breath of the air in the big barn, the smell excited me, fresh hay and that earthy musk. My ears would pick up the clippity clop of the horses around the corner and after a moment more of taking in the atmosphere, even those sounds adding to it... I made my way over to take a peek.

With various stalls on either side I wandered in between, looking left and right at a whole variety of horses. I have no real knowledge of the large animals, their names, the specific breeds, I just knew they were big and at that moment I was an intruder and their eyes had that ping of fear in them, a younger more adventurous horse would move up closer but a defensive mother would move in between, standing tall and strong. A couple of stallions just kept in their stalls, not really seeming to make note of me, not getting closer or shying away.

I couldn't help but lean down, take a look, the jewels dangling between their haunches, every now and then wobbling a bit as the large animals shifted around, a very nice sight indeed and it got me in the mood. But I moved on, eventually passing a large black mare who seemed awfully friendly, getting close to the edge of the stall, trying to sniff at me.

Intimidating as it was, I carefully extended a hand up, starting to pat at her snout, rubbing at her cheeks and she nuzzled back into me, huffing, breathing heavily. She suddenly pulled away and I pulled back as well, but she only moved to turn herself around, suddenly showing off her backside. I sighed with relief, but before I could really get a good look, I suddenly heard the bang of a door noisily shutting out back. My breath stops and I quickly slip away from the mare, finding an empty stall all the way in the back and climbing into it. I put myself flat on the ground and start to cover myself up in hay, my fuzzy ears perked as I listen to noisy horseshoes clopping on the concrete and wood. My mind is fearful, even though I left no traces, your mind starts spinning about the possibility that you did, and that they just happen to walk over and check and empty stall, and all the while that sound is coming closer, ending up stopping only a few stalls away, I hold my breath while I try to listen intently to what is going on.

"Mmmh, seems you just can't wait, can you girl?" a heavy voice speaks out and I realize that the farmer, or whoever was over there was right at the mares stall. I very slowly started to get back up, being as careful and quiet as I can, my ears picking up the sound of clothes being pulled and moved away, and I just couldn't help but let out a gasp when I hear something lewdly smack followed up by a neigh from the mare I was with earlier.

"Ahhh yeah, you really need it" the male speaks and I manage to just, ever so carefully peek around the corner to see a large anthro jet black stallion standing against the edge of the stall. He must have been at least 9 feet tall, heavy strong hooves, overalls crumpled partially at his feet. A stocky, strong physique and it had me staring for a moment as he reached over, big hands gripping the mare's flanks. I already felt small looking straight at their butts, that's how tall I was, but this guy made the mare seem a little bit on the average size.

My eyes eventually drifted down and there it was, like a third arm, mottled pink, a beacon to draw eyes while it was pulsing to life, a fat head that even unflared looked like it could fist down nails, slowly drawing up, that length growing thicker, and even though that big hunk of man-meat was standing sideways, you could see the outline of his balls, giving a glimpse of just how big and full of seed they were.

A loud schlurp drew my attention right back to the tip of that fat length, my breathing a little heavier as I watched it grind up against the mares butt before it worked her open and slipped right in. I couldn't quite see it from my position but there was still a lot of that length, and those strong hips and cheeks that tensed up as they drove forward, effortlessly working right deep into the mare, pulling her back with a strong grip dimpling her flanks. The mare snorted out and her hooves clopped on the wooden floor of her stall as she settled back and seemingly trembled from the heavy assault.

It didn't stop until the large stallion was seated right up against her butt, grinding against it, and you know how those things are, with an imagination like a freight train, you can just almost feel it as he shifts his cock around deep inside the mare, filling her up, having her squeeze down. The fantasy was noticeably proven when the lewd, sloppy slurping started, the shifts from that thick length, every now and then drawing back to pump right back in, was oozing out an assortment of messes. The mare was obviously very wet when I met here, glimpses of it still in my mind, shame I couldn't get a real good look and smell. The slurps I heard now were evidence of the churning that stallion's cock was providing the mare's sloppy cunt.

I bit down on my lower lip, not daring to lean over further, not wanting to be caught by such an immense farmer, so I just keep peeking around the edge, watching the large male pound into one of his mares, those ever persistent lewd schlurps and the horses own pleasured noises ringing in the barn. Other horses were getting antsy from it, hooves clopping around but the show continued. A few minutes of this and the large farmer snorted out, his breath holding back as a few more thrusts and he started seeding the large mare "Nnngh, atta girl" he rumbled out at her, holding just a few seconds before he gave me a show for the ages.

Unbeknownst of course as the large horse draws back, that fat cock slurping free from the mare's backside, the crown of his cock, a heavy flare popping free followed up by a gush of seed and juices, noisily splattering to the ground. It followed by a few more heavy splatters and my eyes were glued to the sigh of a few more heavy spurts of the horses seed just pumping out over the mares rump and the underside of her tail, flagged up for her owner.

It just kept on going, counting them in my mind like the most amazing game show, and I just won the prize, 6. 7. 8... 9... And that's where it ended up, that flow dropping down heavily even as one of those large hands drew around his own cock and squeezed out the last few thick flows. I couldn't even count how many he left inside of her, but I was trembling at the end of it.

My mind suddenly froze though...

Why did my mind suddenly freeze?

Got a nice little idea you'd like to see, please tell me, I will pick the one I most prefer and continue the story in that direction. Maybe the stallion sees him and holy hell is something going to happen. Or perhaps the mare has magical powers and actually literally froze him in place. Who knows. Alien equine overlords could have an interest in him and well, you get the point, have fun with it!