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The morning was hot and muggy, yet the two drafters Dakota Brave and Maverick Hunter were still expected to work, clearing the patch of woods of the remaining stumps following the clear-cut. Farmer Sven had them both tied up to their harnesses, together, while they worked together to jerk stumps, root first, out of the ground. It was thankless work, but they were beasts of burden, it's what they did.

Both stallions were side by side, and to look at them, you couldn't notice much of a difference. Both were equally muscled, with the same tone of smooth brown chestnut hair, as well as dark ebony mane, tail, and fetlocks. Hanging between their back legs, a massive, hanging set of balls accented by the meaty folds of their sheaths. Huge testes, more testosterone, bigger muscles, better workers. It also meant that their cocks were massive, those meaty sheaths barely able to contain the folded up members within.

The two would pause in between the strapping of each stump to get a sidelong glance at one another, focusing on the other's cock as they peeled their lips back to sample the musky aroma. With no mares on the farm, they had developed a bit of an attraction to one another. While working, Dakota glanced over to see that Hunter's tip was dipping out of the end of that sheath, probably due to the heat and resulting sweat.

"Whoa." Farmer Sven called, forcing the two studs to stop in place, distracting Dakota long enough to peel his eyes from Hunter's package. He got up off the cart behind them and grabbed the leathers that would go around the nearest tree trunk so that they could pull it from the soft dirt. He took the latches and hooks, digging it into the bark and down below the trunk near the roots for as much leverage as he could. Once he was satisfied with the harness, he walked up past the leathers and brandished a crop, rubbing it on Dakota's thigh before giving him a crack.

Dakota's muscles tensed up and he kicked off, pulling hard at the harness around his shoulder. His sudden movement urged Hunter to do the same, and both pulled against the stump with all their might, hooves digging into the dirt beneath them. Every motion had their long, flowing manes glistening in the midday sun as their muscles twitched and flexed under their skin. Though the stump didn't budge, farmer Sven walked around and gave Hunter a thwack with the crop, urging him to kick off with all his might.

Thanks to the added inspiration, the stump gave way and uprooted itself, leaving a dirty mess in its wake, the two stallions pulling it away until they heard a command to stop. "Whoa!" Sven called, once again making them stop in place while he walked over to the stump, unhooking the latches and leathers from the stump. Once that was finished up, he tossed the contraption onto the wagon behind them, so he could walk up in between the two studs and grab both bridles, guiding them to the next tree stump for the day.

Half way to the next destination, Hunter stopped and tugged at the harness, edging towards a nearby stream. The air was thick and humid, the sun high and hot. It was a muggy, unpleasant day, and the farmer had been pushing both stallions all morning. All Hunter wanted was a drink and a bit of a break, so he protested. He stomped his hooves, threw his head back, nickered, and refused to move forward.

The farmer yanked on his bridle, demanding he go forward, but Hunter sidestepped against the harness, edging towards the running water. Once Sven saw what was going on, he sighed and unhooked Hunter's harness, begrudgingly allowing the stud free access to the water. He kept a hand on the stallion's bridle and guided him over to the creek, careful to not get stepped on by the beast's massive hooves.

Hunter reared his head up, tossing his mane wildly until the farmer let go of the leathers on his face. He snorted in disdain before lowering his lips to the running water of the creek, taking in mouthful after mouthful of it. He could feel a cold fill his chest and belly, relieving him of the discomfort he was feeling. The sudden change in temperature and comfort levels allowed his member to slowly unfold between his hind legs, swaying gently next to his massive, low-hanging balls.

Dakota glanced over at his workmate, catching a glimpse between his legs as Hunter swished his tail back and forth. The view made him thirsty, not just for water himself, but also for Hunter's juicy, sweaty rump. He tossed his head, nickering gently until Farmer Sven came over, unhooking him from the harness.

"Well alright, you can go drink, too."

The moment the clasps were undone, Dakota burst towards the water, side-trotting until his flank was pressed against Hunter's. He nuzzled at the larger stallion's neck, nipping at the powerful muscles and nuzzling at the mane that had flopped over to the other side.

Instantly, Hunter brought his head around to bite at Dakota's chest, as if to return the affection. That's just how stallions show compassion, by biting and nipping at one another.

Still, both needed to drink, so the twin stallions both stood, shoulder to shoulder, drinking from the running stream. The entire time, Dakota kept glancing back to see Hunter's cock, still swaying heavy between his hind legs. He couldn't help but stare, and the sight mixed with the heavy aroma of musk and sweat coaxed his cock from his own sheath.

"Alright you two, that's enough." Sven announced as he walked over, attempting to grab at Hunter's bridle.

But Hunter wasn't done drinking. The moment the farmer got too close, the stallion sidestepped away, turning his head to get closer to Dakota. He didn't kick, but he wasn't going to go back until he was ready. When the farmer tried again, Hunter shifted his powerful body right into him, stepping over him and nearly knocking him over. That made Sven realize that it wasn't a good idea to bother them, so he grumbled to himself and returned to the cart, waiting for the two stallions to finish.

However, that shifting and stomping motion further agitated the larger stallion's cock, its velvety, sweaty length swinging in the hot summer air. Dakota closed his eyes and sniffed at the air, stepping back a bit to playfully nip at Hunter's haunches, lipping his tail and nuzzling between his rump cheeks.

Hunter glanced around, keeping one eye trained on Dakota as he drank. His mind was still mostly focused on the water, but the affection from his stallion partner must have been enjoyable, because the more he felt Dakota's lips on his rump, the more he tensed his member, slapping the tip of it loudly against his belly.

Dakota saw this, so he shuffled around, pressing his shoulder to Hunter's flank and slipping his head down to wrap his lips around the stud's meaty shaft. He squeezed gently until he felt the muscles clench and the cock grow firm in his lips, the flare inflating before him. Curious, he shifted his head to the side to nibble around the base of it, his powerful lips squeezing tight against the bulging, sweaty glans.

A powerful whinny came from Hunter as he tossed his head upwards, a trail of water arcing from his lips as his mane flowed in the air behind him. He reared up onto his hind legs with cock tensed up and flare engorged, a thick stream of precum shooting out to splash in a puddle near the shore of the creek. He came down and snorted at Dakota, his eyes starting at the smaller stallion as he lifted his tail, swishing it to the side and blowing his musky scent around the clearing.

There was a moment of pause on Dakota before he nuzzled gently into Hunter's flank, nibbling and lipping against the powerful haunches as he brought his one foreleg up to rest a hoof on Hunter's rump. He shuffled around to bury his snout under that raised tail, his lips pressed to pucker and squeezing gently. He went to rear up, hoping to mount, only to have Hunter step away from him, turning in place and grunting in response.

Dakota hopped forth and pushed his snout up against Hunter's neck, nuzzling at his powerful muscles there and on his shoulders, the thick black mane draped over his muzzle. He tried to be affectionate, but Hunter quickly pulled away, trotting around Dakota before lowering his head to nuzzle at Dakota's fully erect member. He gave it a lick, his lips prodding at the tip and sampling the slick precum that dribbled out. Dakota raised a front hoof as well as his head, as though he was about to hop away, but then he felt the lips on his cock, so he relaxed, his flare gently inflating against the pressure of Hunter's lips.

"Well I ain't ever seen somethin' like this before." Sven mutttered to himself as he leaned back against the nearest un-pulled tree stump. He shrugged and went on watching with thinly veiled arousal, curious to see the mess these stallions got into.

Sure to not disappoint, Hunter sidestepped and pressed his front hoof onto Dakota's lower back, biting down hard on his haunches to hold him in place as his cock tensed up and his powerful body jerked in a thrust. Another thick gob erupted out from the crater of his flare, splattering against the inner thighs of his stallion companion. Like any stallion, he didn't wait to hop up, resting his chest down heavily on Dakota's hindquarters, both front legs squeezing tight around the stallion's powerful abdomen for support, his mouth clamped down on Dakota's shoulder.

The moment he felt Hunter on his back, Dakota widened his stance and lifted his tail, bracing for the weight as he lowered himself since rump was closer to the underside of the tail than two delicious mare cunt lips. His cock throbbed and slapped to his belly every time he felt the larger stallion's body leaning into him. He lowered his head and snorted an affectionate nicker as he pushed back, still braced and ready for that thick member.

Hunter shuffled forward, his billowing fetlocks glistening in the midday sun as he arched his back, the tip of his cock spewing stream after stream of gooey pre-seed all over Dakota's backside, creating a web of mess with that gloriously tender pucker at its apex like a target. He kept thrusting and jerking forward until he felt his partially flared cock tip slide between the stallion's rump cheeks, guiding them under his tail.

All at once, with one powerful and well aimed thrust, Hunter plunged his cock deep into Dakota's rump, spreading out his flesh under his lifted tail. He grunted and bit down hard on his companion's neck for leverage, the hot and steamy depths within Dakota's rump a snug and cozy massage to his length. He bucked again, forcing more of himself to get swallowed up by the meaty rump hole, his sheath pressing between rump cheeks and belly to back, squishing tail between them.

Dakota shuddered in delight, a nicker and whinny escaping his mouth as he kept his head low to the ground, hind legs splayed out and pushing back against the powerful beast that was ravaging him. He squeezed his rump and flexed his haunches to massage, but soon felt a powerful warmth spreading deep within him. The sensations and temperature change re-ignited the pleasure in hos own member, inflating flare and his cock growing firm quickly. Another thick stream of precum shot out in front of him to land near the closest tree roots.

Powerful grunts came from behind Dakota's ears as Hunter flicked his tail and jerked his hips, thick powerful cock throbbing and pulsing within, the gooey mess lubricating flesh from pucker to bowels. His member slipped in and out with ease, forcing itself in deeply before the gentle motions had it slowly slide out only to be forced in again with juicy, sloppy squelches accompanying every motion.

The stallion didn't last long, and Hunter soon offered his final aggressive thrust deep into Dakota, his flare fully inflated and plugging at the depths, thick member twitching and spewing strand after strand of hot stallion seed deep within his stallion mate. He pushed in deeper until once again he felt his sheath slapping between Dakota's rump cheeks, the girth of his member flexing and pulsing with each cum injection.

Dakota whinnied and grunted as he felt a powerful pleasure engulf him, squeezing his balls and inflating his flare in one fluid motion, the resulting stream of creamy fluid splashing over the nearest tree stump, leaving a web of bubbly mess on his belly, between his front legs, and on the ground beneath him. Every new thrust from Hunter seemed to release another burst of cum from his balls until, without warning, he felt the pop of Hunter's flare escape him.

A gentle slapping squelch burst from under Dakota's tail as Hunter's cock slipped from the stallion's depths. His flare was still at full mast, spewing cum all over Dakota's fetlocks, thighs, and rump cheeks as his hole leaked and spewed seed everywhere. He lowered his head and let go of his bite as his forleg slipped off Dakota's rump, sliding out behind. Hunter threw his head back and nickered as his cock slapped to his belly, releasing the final strands of seed all over the mossy forest floor.

While Hunter was leaking seed from his gently deflating flare, Dakota leaned forward and relaxed his rump, a torrent of bubbly seed spewing out from under his tail to soak his taint and inner thighs before landing in a puddle between his hind legs. He could feel the gummy mess all over his fetlocks and hair, he web of slime all over his tail and hindquarters. He had to stomp a few times and leave his tail up so that it didn't leave a further mess or gunk him up.

To his surprise and delight, as he regained his posture, he felt warm lips under his fail followed by the tenderness of a tongue lapping at his rump. He glanced back to see Hunter gingerly tending to his mess, so he lifted his tail high and nickered pleasantly. His member, fully spent, had reverted to semi-erect and was gently folding up, retreating into its sheath, still soaked in sweat and cum. He watched closely as Hunter's cock did the same, the gooey mess glistening and reflecting the midday sun before disappearing into that meaty sheath.

Dakota lightly stepped around, careful to not pull too far away from Hunter for fear he would lose interest in cleaning the mess from under his tail. While he worked away between his rump cheeks, Dakota slipped his head under Hunter to nuzzle at the soaking wet sheath, doing the same with his tongue.

Now that they were both spent, they both trotted together towards the stream, shoulder to shoulder with their straps and harnesses still on their backs. There, they tossed their heads and swished their hooves in the shallow water, cooling off from the summer heat while also cleaning up the mess from their cocks and rumps.

"Well ain't that something." Farmer Sven repeated.