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~ Down on the Farm ~

Chapter One â€" Jenny and Peter

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

January, 2006 (edited and reworked parts, 10th October, 2009)

All Rights Reserved.

"Giddy up!" Peter called, as he slapped the reign tracers on Jenny's golden furred back.

With a snort, she twisted her human-like upper body, and then her wide, equine eyes narrowed as she stared down her muzzle at him, her nostrils flaring.

"Don't push it Peter," Jenny snorted at him, then her equine lips spread into a smile.

He laughed, then let go of the reign tracers and walked up beside her, and passed her the water canteen. Holding it in her hands, Jenny raised it to her snout and let the water trickle down her tongue, mouth and throat. Before he could stop her, she'd emptied the canteen, and then passed it back, wiping a paw across her muzzle.

"Thank you my love, I needed that!" Jenny grinned, then leant down and placed her hands on his shoulders, her long, rough tongue licking his sweaty forehead.

"Oh...oh, that's just great â€" what about me?" He laughed then poked her velvety nose. "Greedy bloody mare!"

Jenny nickered in laughter, her long, golden ears twitching too and fro as she shivered in the tack and harness that bound her equine form to the plough she had been pulling.

*

Jenny was a palomino-taur. Her lower body was distinctly equine, with a beautiful golden coat, two white socks on her hind legs, and a silvery-grey tail that brushed the ground behind her as she swished it too and fro. Her mane, the same colour as her long tail, sprouted up from just before her front shoulders, thickening as it ran up the back of her furred neck and when it reached the back of her skull, just behind her long, tubular ears that switched too and fro of their own accord, she'd trimmed it back as it tickled her ears and annoyed her no end. A long fringe hung down from her forehead, acting like a veil over her deep brown eyes, the long eyelashes brushing the fringe every time she blinked. A white blaze, running from her forehead to velvety nose, offset the colours of her fur nicely

Her human upper body was well proportioned â€" the muscles moving and rippling beneath the golden coat that covered it, modesty insisting she wore a short tank top over her large, firm furred breasts. Her arms were slightly longer than human norm, and ended in only three fingers, tipped with short, blunt claws she called ‘hooflets'. Indeed, when together, her two fingers and semi-opposable thumb vaguely resembled a hoof. At her waist, where her human-like hips would have been, the lower stomach area lengthened slightly and then merged into the lower equine body.

it flowed seemingly without hesitation, from equine to humanoid, the only slight noticeable changes, was where the golden fur swirled and eddied around where her human-like hips should have been. Golden fur covering her upper body, her large, firm breasts covered by a tightly fitting tank top which hid her nipples and barely covered what was left, before blending into her smooth, silky fur of the underside of her throat and along her slender equine jaw line. Her nose was velvety soft, and a white blaze ran from just where the fur began, up between her eyes and disappeared between her tubular ears.

*

"That's enough for today!" Jenny whuffled through her flaring nostrils then twisted her upper body around to fumble at the harness that bound her to the heavy plough. Peter giggled, and then began unstrapping her from the harness, as Jenny stared down at her hands.

"Gah â€" what I'd give for proper human-like hands â€" these..."

She waggled her hands in front of him, and he stopped unstrapping her then clasped her furred fingers in his hands. Jenny only had two fingers, and a semi-opposable thumb, tipped with black claws that she called ‘hooflets'. He smiled up at her, and then kissed the tender black pads on her hands, licking between her fingers as she shuddered in pleasure.

"Don't tease a tired mare â€" " Jenny snorted, then nipped him playfully.

Peter giggled and rubbed her velvety nose. "Who said I was teasing?"

Jenny rolled her eyes, and then playfully swatted him with a hand. "I do the work, whilst you just lean on the plough, right?"

Peter chuckled, and then resumed unstrapping her from the plough, then lifting the heavy brace from her equine shoulders. He gasped and nearly dropped it, but Jenny effortlessly plucked it from his arms and draped it back over her shoulders.

"Show off â€" " He chuckled. "Come on my beautiful palomino, let's call it a day, and get you cooled off."

"Aww..." Jenny nickered, then lipped at him teasingly. "I thought you wanted to get me warmed up!"

"Arrrgh â€" you horses â€" I swear!" He threw up his hands in exasperation, then turned and headed towards the stables.

Trailing the harness reigns behind her, Jenny's long legs easily kept up with Peter's shorter, human ones.

"I'm not a horse," She gently chided him. "I'm a taur, there's a difference you know!"

He grinned up at her, and then as she brushed past him, he teasingly tickled under her tail â€" brushing the tender black lips that lay beneath her tail. Without missing a hoof step, she winked her sex and he moaned softly.

"You just wait â€" " Peter gasped, as he tugged her swishing tail playfully.

"Oh, I'd rather not â€" " Jenny nickered, then broke into a quick canter, folding her ears back and the leather traces and reigns flying behind her, as she lifted her tail high into the air and broke into a full gallop across the rolling field.

Peter watched her, and then burst into laughter, shaking his head. For all the years they had been lovers, and working his farm as equal partners, she never failed to amaze him. Jenny put so much hard work into helping him till the fields and dragged heavy loads here and there, without whimper or complaint, yet at the end of the day of hot, hard work; she still retained that foal like pleasure. Making his way back to the stables, he stored some of the harness and tack, then watched as Jenny came galloping across the field, her powerful body cutting through the wind like a knife through butter â€" before she locked her hooves and skidded to a stop, all four hooves gouging furrows into the dirt.

"Show off!" Peter laughed.

Tossing her head, Jenny nickered in laughter, then reached back and lifted the brace from her shoulders and handed it to him. He noticed her body damp with sweat, and as he carried the brace into the stables storeroom, she turned on the hose and began using it to wash off the sweat and dirt. When he came out, he took the hose from her and began washing her down. As Jenny whickered in pleasure, he adjusted the spray to a finer setting, before crouching and hosing her down under the belly. She watched with interest, as his hands swept over her muscled shoulders, then ran along her sides â€" and as he paused, then hosed her sensitive udder and teats, she squealed and stamped a hoof.

"Stop teasing!" Jenny gasped.

Peter ignored her, and then his fingers tickled her flanks â€" before sliding under her belly and lovingly caressing her udder with his gentle fingertips. A ripple of pleasure made Jenny squirm and dance from one hoof to the other as she whinnied her delight, loudly and without shame. Peter began hosing down her rump, and Jenny lifted her tail teasingly, knowing he'd be unable to resist. She was right, as he twisted off the hose, then leaned against her damp rump and began rubbing the dark, leathery slit just below her puckered tail hole. Jenny splayed her hind legs out and back, before twisting her human-like half around to watch him. He smiled innocently at her, and then his fingers probed into those folds â€" and rubbed the tender nub of flesh on the roof of her vaginal.

Instantly, pleasure exploded within Jenny's equine body, as she lifted her tail higher still â€" and gasped as he used his fingers to rub and tickle her clitoris.

"Oh...oh...!" Jenny moaned, as her body reacted and the dark lips of her sex began winking, flashing the pale pink of the insides, before vanishing again. Each time, her lips winked, they rippled along his fingers and tried to draw his hand within her.

"My, impatient little mare, aren't you?" Peter moaned, as he fought his raging pleasures, trying to prolong this as best he could.

Jenny nickered at him, and then pushed back carefully, but he was aware of her tricks and slid his fingers free of her sex, then watched it wink again and again.

"I...need you â€" " Jenny panted, as she stroked her human-like breasts and tweaked the nipples with a hooflet until they sprang into erection. "Right now peter â€" I want to feel you inside of me..."

Peter grinned at her, feeling exactly the same need â€" to feel himself buried within this beautiful Palomino-taur, and he looked about, then gestured to the stable. Jenny made her way there, swaying her hips and keeping her tail raised, before she unclasped the gate and entered the well aired stable. Peter followed, pulling the gate closed behind him, then watched as Jenny twisted herself about, then knelt on the soft sawdust floor, folding her long legs under her belly. Her tail lifted, and she squirmed again, before she smiled at him and nodded her head eagerly.

"Take me, my beloved stallion." Jenny nickered at him, and then grasped his shirt with her paws and pulled him close â€" fumbling at the buttons that held his shirt closed. He gasped and looked down into her beautiful brown eyes, losing himself in their depths. As Jenny gave up on his shirt, she turned her attention to the belt â€" and fumbled it open, then grasped his pants on either side. Muscles in her forearms bulged, as she exerted a gentle, yet relentless pressure â€" and his pants slid to his ankles.

"Mmmm," Jenny murred, as she reached out and stroked the firmness in his underwear. "What's this I wonder â€" is it a carrot?"

Peter nearly came then and there, so badly was his desire, but Jenny leaned close and brushed her nostrils against his underwear, before she shivered and with one downwards thrust of her paws â€" they joined his pants. His errection freed from the tight confines, it slapped against his lower stomach, and Jenny lipped teasingly at it, her hot breath wafting over his pubic hairs.

"Don't you...dare!" Peter gasped â€" his knees buckling as Jenny began sliding her paws up and down his member.

"Dare to do...what?" Jenny smirked, then her long, rough tongue encircled his member and she slurped it like a saltlick.

Peter gasped and bucked against her â€" the head of his penis poking her velvety nose, before he regained his control and Jenny clutched his hands in her paws and smiled innocently.

"You're a cruel mare â€" " Peter gasped, as she took her head into his hands, then kissed her nose.

"Of course," Jenny nodded, and then her tongue lapped the underside of his chin. "So, is my stallion going to share his pleasures with this, poor, deprived mare?"

Peter gurgled and on shaking knees, made his way back along her side â€" then rested his hands on her rump.

"It...won't be as good as you're hoping, as I can't reach some places, when you're lying like this." He blushed, and then took his saliva soaked penis in one hand, tenderly parting her black folds with the other.

As he edged forwards, and then pressed the head of his penis into her pale, pink depths â€" Jenny squirmed then her sex winked, slurping hungrily at his invading penis. With a low, almost strangled groan, Peter gave in and plunged his entire length into her waiting vagina, then gasped as the explosive heat of her vaginal walls squeezed down on him.

"Mmmm," Jenny nickered, and then began rubbing the nipples on her breasts. "Oh that feels good."

Peter tried to start thrusting within her, but Jenny turned her head to look back over her shoulders â€" then squeezed down with incredibly powerful vaginal muscles, that pinned him in place. He couldn't have tried to pull back, or even move an inch, whilst Jenny began squeezing with other muscles, rippling her vaginal walls along his length and sending Peter's mind soaring into pleasure he thought would surely send him mad.

"Oh...oh god...no...don't â€" I can't...!" Peter rasped, as he slumped onto her rump and lay shuddering. "I can't hold out â€" "

Jenny cocked a furred eyebrow, relaxing her grasp along his length â€" letting him dismount from her â€" before she slowly pushed himself back in â€" timing his entry into her as she winked, the flared ridge of his penis rubbing against her clitoris, before squeezing into her tight folds again. Jenny relaxed her muscles once he'd re-entered her, and let him catch his breath â€" before he slid his hands down along each flank and took a good, firm grasp with his palms.

"Now...I'll teach you to torment me...filly!" Peter mock-growled at her, then began slapping his hips against her velvety groin.

Jenny shivered and whinnied in pleasure, as he almost fully dismounted â€" then thrust with powerful lunges back into her body. Of course, he was no stallion, not that Jenny has ever mated with one â€" but using tight muscle control and knowing her own taur body, she could contract muscles so it felt to him, like she was the most gifted woman he'd ever made love with â€" even if she was not a woman at all, but more beast.

"Oh god Jenny â€" no...I'm going to..." Peter gasped, as he lunged into her again, and she felt his palms tightening on her flanks.

"Oh no you're not!" She admonished him, then her eyes widened in pleasure, as she squeezed down even harder on him â€" stifling the orgasm she knew threatened to send him over the edge.

"Oh god..." Peter wailed, his aching scrotum longing to deliver his seed into her incredibly hot depths, but denied due to her amazing muscular control.

For an hour, Jenny lay on her belly, playing Peter like a finely tuned instrument, before she brought him right to the edge of orgasm for the tenth time â€" and this time, she relaxed and rippled those muscles â€" and pushed him over the edge. He clung to her like a leech, his hips arching in and upwards as he drove himself into her one final time, then his tortured scrotum finally gave up fighting and unloaded his orgasm in the biggest release he'd ever felt in his life. Even Jenny's eyes widened, as she felt his penis within her throbbing and pulsating, his semen spattering the walls of her body, instinctive muscular contractions milking him of every last drop.

With a bestial scream of delight, he gave one final gasping lunge, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped onto her back, unconsciousness washing over him as he was carried away in a blaze of emotional and physical overload. Jenny nickered to herself in laughter, continuing to squeeze and coax his member dry, before she shivered and sighed with love for her mate.

He tried so hard to please her, truly he did, and whilst he did please her, often with just a stroke or a caress, even their lovemaking like this â€" short compared to their normal three or four hour long sessions â€" Jenny felt love and trust for him. He'd never mistreated her, never pushed her too hard and never forced her into sexual acts, always being the kind, considerate and thoughtful lover she had come to know and love with all her heart.

*

When her legs felt like they were going numb, Jenny reached back along her equine back with her hands, stretching herself awkwardly, until she could grasp Peter's hands. Squeesing them lightly, she shook him, and he woke groggily, then gazed into her eyes.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry my love â€" it happened again, didn't it?" Peter mumbled.

A smile dimpled Jenny's cheeks, and she gave his still half-erect member a playful squeeze with her muscles, then nickered at him. "Its alright my beloved mate, you've been working hard on the farm all week. Its not my fault, you don't have a horses constitution."

As he gasped at her gentle squeeze, he slapped her rump and she shuddered.

"Oooh â€" yes please â€" I like it when you get rough!" Jenny playfully teased.

He carefully dismounted, feeling her hungry folds winking and grasping at his penis, then he shuddered as she dropped her tail over his penis teasingly. Sliding his underwear and pants back up, he clasped them closed, then clambered onto her back. Jenny gasped and made a grunting sound, then nickered in humour as he tugged her silken mane.

"Enough of that missy, I'm not that heavy, and you know it."

Giving him a wide-eyed look of innocence, Jenny carefully pulled herself back to her hooves, then shook herself off â€" dust and sawdust showering from her belly and sides, before she reached over the stall gate and opened it.

"Hey, I want a good brushing, before we go inside you know!" jenny teased him playfully. "Sheesh â€" work a poor mare into the ground, get her all worked up and you get off â€" what about me and my needs? A mare needs more than just a few moments of lovemaking you know!"

Peter slapped her neck then Jenny whinnied her laughter and trotted effortlessly out of the stables. Here, she knelt and he slid down off her back, and walked into the storage room and returned armed with brushes and combs.

"As if I'd forget to give you a brushing down my love," He murmured, as he ran the stiff brush over her tender human-like belly. "As for a few moments lovemaking, you just wait mare â€" I'll have you begging me to stop!"

Jenny flinched and squirmed as the stiff bristles tickled her body, then when he moved to her shoulders, she leant down and playfully nipped his backside.

"You? Having me begging for you to stop? Oh, promises!"

Peter giggled and resumed brushing her golden coat, until she rippled with delight and shone like gold in the late afternoon sunlight.

~ To Be Continued ~