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The stud was out again. Mariska watched from her spot at the base of the tree that abutted her property quite close to the farm that claimed the bulk of the surrounding area. It was hard not to watch the heavy bodied carrun walking along the line of the fence. He was showy and flashy, large enough to make anyone pause before thinking about getting near the property. Iron was always let out in the evenings to roam the property before he would retire to the well-made shed that he slept in by preference. It kept any trouble at bay and was useful in keeping him tractable. It was also a source of pleasure for the kobold who drank in his every movement.

She had been living behind the farm for long enough that she was entranced by the creatures they bred. She'd been told that they were in control of a breeding program that supplied the military and police with the prized beasts, but that mattered little to her. The carrun they were breeding were impressively large and terrifying at times, more the size of large ponies than they were the size of large dogs. They were a mountain breed that the man was hoping to utilize in the future and the prize stud was certainly something that she found herself fantasizing over. Granite, that was his name, at least that's what they called him when they called for him, she was sure that his registered name was something impressive.

He was stone grey from his muzzle all the way down to his paws, with two white lines that ran from the bridge of his brows all the way down to either side of his spine. His tail was long and supple, constantly moving back and forth behind him when he was on the mood and that was nothing compared to his body. Every inch of him was muscled, his paws were massive with thick heavy claws that could be used to hook into the ground or climb up rock faces. Though, Mariska didn't lie to herself on which part of him she watched in particular as he began to make his way back towards the shed that was nestled right up against her property.

There was something rawly sexual about the way the creature moved and how he looked. It was easy to fall into his spell and she often had trouble pretending she wasn't watching the times that he was placed in with females. Most of the time they took him down to the main farm, but there were some times when they allowed a particularly submissive female to be in the paddock with him to mate at his leisure. Just thinking about it made her draw her legs together with a slight shiver trailing down her spine. She had seen what he hid in his sheath, the heavy length of his cock was large enough that she knew she wouldn't even be able to get both hands around him. He was uniquely designed with a series of pronounced ridges that ran along his upper length and ended in a gloriously large bulge at the base.

The kobold shifted her pale tail against the ground, the gold-tan scales rippled as she imagined what it must be like for a female pinned under his body. He was never gentle, there was something demanding and confident about him, he would pin the female's down and hold them. Sometimes he'd use a grip on the scruff of their neck to force them down, his weight often collapsing their forelegs so that they were presented up to him. Just thinking about it caused a delighted tremor to run down the length of her back. It was something that she frequently thought about, and it was growing more and more exquisitely detailed as she considered just how it would feel to be one of his females.

She didn't quite know where that thought came from, but it had grown stronger the longer she lived next to the farm and watched him. She spent days in her living room window, watching and toying with herself, she had even gotten a toy online that made her think about him. It was rapidly growing to be her favorite as she stretched herself with it. There was something in the burn of stretching herself beyond what was considered safe by most people. She loved the way it made her feel, the deep bruising and contractions that cramped through her stomach. From the moment she had stuffed a finger into herself when she was little, shocking her young body with a savage penetration, she had found something that appealed to her.

_Maybe it's simply because he is so terribly feral. Males often want to be gentle, they want to ease into me or simply have me lick them. _ Mariska thought with a little tail flick of annoyance.

That was the problem lately, she had her share of lovers, though she tried to locate ones that were far larger than she was. It was hardly difficult. She was the size of a child, her species would never grow very large and she used that to her advantage, but all the creatures that she met with seemed to be afraid to hurt her. She told them she didn't mind the ache and pain, she even tried to force the issue, but most of them withheld themselves from what she really wanted. It had been months since she'd found a partner that was particularly interesting, and even then, it had been because she had followed the rumors of a male that preferred to nearly rape his women.

There was a groom over across the way, one of the few that worked with the studs because he knew how to handle them. She didn't exactly know his name, but she had done her level best to make sure that he thought of her often. The stallion was large and imposing, his body shape that of a draft horse complete with feathering that ran along his long muscular legs. He was always, sadly, clothed, but there was little he could do to hide the fact that he was a little more than well endowed. She found it quite enjoyable to time her moments of basking in the sun to when he was out and about.

The latest time she had ignored all pretenses of being simply coy and had padded out in the nude, stretching herself out in the sun while the stallion worked. She had seen him watching her, though he hadn't approached, she had secretly wondered if he would actually storm up to her, to drive himself into her body so that she was forced to stretch around him. The thought tantalized her, but he had remained working with the stud, albeit his walk had been slightly stilted near the end. It gave her hope that he might do it at some point, but it grew less with each day. It made her consider his charge with more serious eyes. After all, even if the stallion did fence hop, with her luck he would be the slow romantic type, afraid to hurt her. The animal didn't care, the animal wasn't going to think about anything except his own need, he certainly didn't show any sort of remorse with how he used others.

God, he would nearly break me in two. _ The thought didn't cause her to think of him as anything less than a desirable male. _It could be worth it... If it was done right.

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The wheels in her head began to turn as she watched the muscular animal turn towards his shed for the night. His long tail was flicking behind him, almost mockingly flashing her the arrow like sheath that hung down between his legs. She sucked down a slow breath as she watched the sight from afar, her mind turning slowly towards thoughts that were fixated on what it would feel like to have him in her paws, inside of her, on top of her. She could feel her pants growing slightly damp in answer, her own body pushing into overtime by her curiosity. No one would have to know, the animal had a shelter of his own and none of the hands worked after the sun went down...

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"Shhh... pretty boy, lovely boy, god look at you..." Mariska murmured, chirring as she edged towards the open door of the shelter.

Granite rumbled, the growl burbled up from low in his throat and turned into a whining hiss of warning as she stepped from the night. His yellow eyes were like two chips of topaz that regarded her aggressively, his lips curling back to reveal the row of serrated teeth that could easily shred her down to the bone. The harsh scent of predator filled the air, nearly choking her as she froze in place, nearly ready to bolt from the sight of the tensing animal. His stone grey scaling rippled while he heaved himself up onto his legs, the movement slow and as deadly as a tiger on the prowl. The kobold's fear curled in her stomach, not the pleasant fear of what was going to happen, but a bone deep fear that she was about to be mauled.

Up close he was something even more impressive. Most carrun were a parody that looked as if someone had forced a dragon to mate with a tiger, but the truth of the matter was they were an entirely unique species. His body was heavy with powerful legs and retractable claws that flexed several times, while the bulk of his body was muscled perfectly to show off the potential for deadly speed. They squared hind legs were split by a long thick tail that shaded down to a faint marring of black that ran the full length all the way to the tip. There was no loose skin at all, it all hugged tightly to him so that his body was sleek appearing and streamlined for speed and power and he was snarling at her as if ready to rend her meat from her bones.

He stepped forward, his talons extended from his toes easily to rake against the ground before he snuffed the air. The slits of his nostrils spread open wide and he tilted his head to one side with a huff before sucking down a breath that spread his chest open wide. She kept herself still, not daring to move as he began to flick out the edge of his dark edged tongue experimentally. She knew it could all go wrong, she knew it was a gambol that she was starting to regret as she lifted her head up and remained still when he stepped forward and rumbled a low crooning note in his throat. The scent on her was clearly there, she had taken pains to make sure she would muddy her own scent with that of a female.

That had been the easy part. They kept a breeding stock of the rarer females quite close to the main house since they were more valuable than any male, and they kept the equipment for both sets of genders separate. It had been easy to find the buckets and cloths used wipe down the females. She had picked one that she hoped he would enjoy, one of the new ones brought in to be bred soon which meant she must be nearing her season. She had stripped herself and used the cloth to rub all over her body, coating her own scales in the oil that had been used on the female and hopefully used it to contain her scent.

Granite was exploring it with an interest that had his claws sheathing themselves into his paws as he approached her and tilted his head down with a few heavy snuffs. She didn't dare move as he came closer and his jaws opened up again to extend his tongue. There was no hint of aggression there, interest, yes, but he wasn't about to swipe out and strike her as he walked beside her and swung his head around. His tongue kissed her naked hip and with it came an incredible heat that was radiating from him in a warm rush. Some of the stiffness left him as he huffed closer to her, sampling her scent as if puzzling out why something so strange smelled of something so intriguing, causing her to reach out to brush a hand right against the well muscled shoulder. He barely twitched in answer, his attention was on her and her alone.

"There we go, that's right, I'm just an odd female.." She spoke softly, shaking a little bit as she slipped in and ran her paw down over his scales.

_God he's so hot. _ She traced her fingers over the scaling in wonder as he seemed to be like a furnace that was flaring so hot that it was almost unbearable.

"You are beautiful.." She murmured and felt his nose hit her leg, his interest growing as he tried to push her back towards the shelter.

Mariska didn't struggle, she let him push her as if she were a female and he was trying to keep her contained, she simply moved down his side. She was small enough that she was barely tall enough to reach out to touch the broad shoulder, but he didn't seem to mind. He was flicking his tongue out at the taste of her scent, examining it as she looked towards the sheath that was beginning to bulge. It was very unlike the dragons that she knew, they were all completely internal so that they looked as smooth as females when they weren't aroused, he was sheathed and showing himself off. The testes were internal, but the sheath pouch itself stood out with a delicate trail of scaling that made her wet her lips slightly.

It was easy to smell herself, or rather, the scent she used, she could only hope that the carrun ignored the fact that she was a stranger in his presence and concentrated on the fact she smelled like a possible female. The heat filled her cheeks as she reached out and slid a hand under his stomach, feeling along the soft scales that traced along the underside of his thighs. As if in answer to that small touch, the beast flexed and suddenly pushed out a thick tip that slid outwards. He was growing even before her touch roamed back far enough to run against the underside. The dark black glans protruded in a thick slimy push that made her bite her lower lip and then squeal as jaws clamped down roughly against the base of her tail.

Granite snarled, the sound of his command rang in her ears as he reached a paw up and roughly tried to grab her hip. He forced her backwards, nearly making her fall on her tail as he snapped his jaws several times and she moved her hand away. The swollen tip pushed out further, the slathering of internal wetness from his sheath coated around him as he curled his lips backwards and showed his teeth. He wasn't quite as aggressive as she was used to seeing him, he was struggling with her strange frame, but that made it easier for Mariska to bolt forward, reaching out so that her fingers brushed against his cock tip again.

The moment she touched the bare smooth skin he shuddered and lunged his hips forward in a blind thrust. The wet slime pushed up along her paw, pushing right at the base of her fingers in a rush that made her want to jerk her hand back, but she held it still. It wasn't disgust that made her want to remove her touch, the alluringly wild scent made her mouth water as she cupped around his cock tip and his lips dropped back down as he felt himself being caressed. His tip was so big she could barely wrap her fingers around him, she had to struggle to hold him, flexing her finger tips just a little bit while moving closer. She barely had to lean down to watch as the inches of heavy animalistic flesh pushed out. The harsh male musk filled the air as the teeth snapped at her tail again and she pushed her head down further. She had come this far, she wouldn't turn away now, not when she was so close.

The small kobold dropped down on her knee, she was too short, but she strained up as the cock dropped down further under her fingers. She couldn't wrap both hands at once around him, she had to strain and struggle to manage it, pulling along the underside of the ridges with a msooth

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"I'm telling you he's up to something." Butan snapped and shrugged on his light jacket. "He was too quiet today and he was watching that fence line."

"So what? He can't go anywhere, he's got an implant." The other groom answered lazily, leaning backwards just a little bit.

"Implant my ass." He snapped and the horse snorted roughly. "Granite would probably rip the thing out."

He pushed the door open and ignored his fellow groom, it wasn't worth the argument, not when the lazy buck was just going to fall asleep in the front television again. Butan had spent most of the morning trying to figure out just what it was the beast was doing outside in the pasture, but the carrun hadn't given him a clue. He hadn't been bred in nearly two weeks which meant the beast was probably thinking of some sort of escape. He normally wouldn't have worried so much, but the kobold that lived behind his paddock was damnably curious about what they were raising and he could only imagine her toddling out to pet the nice animal if he escaped.

_Damn females. _ He snarled to himself as he started up the walkway, his boots hard on the gravel.

The family that had lived behind there before she moved in had had a healthy respect for the animals they were raising. He wouldn't have thought they would get into any trouble or danger at all, but the kobold was an odd one. Every time he was out in the pasture bringing up a female or returning one she seemed to be around. She was often so close that he could have made a complaint about trespassing, but he didn't want to start tweaking tails when all she was doing was staring. It still made his job harder since Granite had a habit of finding a way out of his pen and that was a bad situation, both for the business and the neighbor.

The situation with the girl had an added level of personal annoyance for him, one that was gradually making him think of teaching her a lesson. She flirted, shamelessly, always seeming to come out of her house while he was working. At first it had been mostly harmless, just a tight top and pants, and he'd found her appealing, but had been able to ignore her attempts to lure his attention. After a few months she had begun to do more, starting to flaunt herself in the nude in an open invitation for him to come and join her. He would have too, just the idea stirred him, but he had no doubt that his employer would get wind of his abandoned chores and the reason. He would be fired in an instant and every hope of finding a new job would be wiped away without a single regard as to the provocation behind it.

_I wonder if she knows my record and taunts me because of it. _ He thought with an angry twitch of his tail.

One bad choice when he was eighteen had marked him, his prom date had let him go just a bit too far and he hadn't believed he should stop himself. The slut had told him to stop the moment his dick had gotten wet, just the tip, it was her own damn fault he had kept going. She had wanted it, craved it, she had just gotten cold feet and the next day had gone running to her parents. He hadn't had a chance to give his side, the courts had slapped him with time in prison as well as forcing him to register as an offender. His hopes and dreams of a good job had been wiped away entirely, replacing it by working as a farm hand out in the middle of nowhere. The owner certainly had commented that the first time he even spoke to a woman on his own he would be kicked out the door. And there she was flaunting herself as if hoping to see the havoc she'd cause for him if he went after her.

The thick bodied stallion walked along the roadway, tilting his head just a little bit to see the shelter that stood near the oak tree. He pushed his white mane out of his eyes and blew out a sigh as he didn't see the carrun anywhere, but that didn't mean the paddock was empty, not at all. He was moving up along the higher path when he spotted a small shape darting through the field and he snapped his ears back. For a moment, he thought he'd seen a damnably stupid deer that had managed to jump the fence and was about to be made into a quick meal, but closer inspection showed him a flash of a head and squared shoulders.

"God damnit!" He snarled as he spotted the telltale curl of the kobold's tail. "DAMNIT!"

He didn't stop to yell to her, yelling would only arouse Granite to the fact there was an intruder. In his mind, he was already seeing the headlines dragging the farm's name through the dirt once the mauled female was found. The press would have a field day with it, even if the little bitch had slipped the fence and managed to shove herself into the situation her own self! He rushed up the pasture, ducking under the fence as his heavy feathered hooves hit the damp ground before surging up. He lost sight of her long before he scrambled towards the shelter, he could only hope that Granite had been tired enough that he hadn't lunged straight into action.

He was snorting and out of breath as he came to the shelter, his heart pounding and ears up ready to hear a scream of terror or pain, but that wasn't what he heard at all. What he did hear, was a soft croon vibrating from the shelter itself. It wasn't the beast's snarl, it was a possessive note that he frequently used with the females in his care, often when trying to court them. The stallion stiffened and shifted slightly, edging towards the open door of the shelter and the glow of the heat lamps set up for the animal. It was impossible to miss the small kobold at his side, the nude figure was clinging close to him, letting herself be pushed back.

Butan opened his mouth, ready to call out to get the girl from the shelter before she was mauled, when he saw her small hand sliding down to cup at the sheath hanging under the animal. He froze, the stallion's tail snapped down as the pale tan fingers slid along the soft scaled pouch, rubbing it as she opened her lips and stared down at what she was doing. Even from the opening of the door he could see the eyes that were unfocused, slightly glazed, while her fingers caressed over the heavy sagging flesh. She was moving to stroke up, cupping right at the arrow headed tip with her fingers opening wide as the beast hunkered his haunches with a few little thrusts. He didn't seem ready to maul her, he was rumbling and arching his back up in welcome to the attention as the kobold dropped down to one knee under him.

The stallion remained still, his mouth opening and then shutting. He could have put a stop to it, he could have simply snapped out a command and brought Granite away, but he remained silent as the girl rubbed over him. His tail flicked along his golden haunches, his eyes slid along the nude form, slipping lower to see her glistening mound nestled between her legs. The wetness was clinging there, the subtle light drawing his eyes as she rubbed him, crooning to herself as she did so. His body ran hot at the sight, his sheath stirring inside of his snug riding pants, showing a bulge as the swollen glans started to edge out as the girl's muzzle was soon dipping down towards the drooling cock tip.

It was as simple as breathing, the movement was so damned strange and attractive that he could feel his cock warming as the large carrun snuffled and shifted his weight. He wasn't trying to maul her, he was puzzling her out as he twisted his head down to nip at her. He had never imagined the beast would do something like this, in all rights, Granite should have killed her for being on two legs and in his territory, but he appeared to be entirely welcoming to the strange female that was nuzzling up between his legs. The stallion's eyes shifted back to her puffy looking lips, the wetness there that made him shift his hand down, tugging at his pants.

He could have stopped it, he knew how to stop it, but he didn't. He felt frozen with disgust and fascination both at seeing a woman naked and under the animal. He was as red blooded as the next stallion, but this went beyond any of his fantasies. She could be arrested for this, hell, if he had called the cops he could press charges. They'd be here in no time, he'd just have to say what he saw and then he could put an end to this rather.. arousing nonsense. His jumbled thoughts shifted and worked against each other as he watched her tongue flick out and start to lick at the animal's jutting cock with an eagerness that made him envy the creature.

_How long has it been since I've been with a woman? _He thought with a flush of lust. _A year? Three? _

So she likes what she sees across the fence.. He thought and shifted back on his hooves, his mind justifying the thoughts roiling just under the surface. I can't have her claiming that this is our fault, perhaps I should see to it that she isn't..encouraged to jump the fence again.

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Mariska was panting shallowly as she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out under the beast. She was moving under him as he hunched his back and snorted back at her, snuffling near her tail. He was confused, there was no female to climb on top of, nothing for him to mount, but the animal was contented with her touch. She tipped her head up and ran her tongue tip right along the swell of his glans, lapping hotly at the first taste of the precum rolling downwards. It was thick and salty, thicker than any male she had ever tasted and she lapped harder up against the glossy smooth cock, her paws moving to grab the base of his length to pull it down towards her waiting muzzle.

She swallowed as a thick oozing spill of precum welled out of the cock tip and onto her tongue before pushing forward. She rubbed it along her muzzle, tasting the thick salty tastes and scenting the rank animal smells. It was so terribly strange, it made her body pound in time with her heart beat as she felt her cunny grow swollen with desire. It was glistening wet as she squeezed her legs tightly together and opened her small muzzle wide at the tip of the cock before coiling her tongue right around the tip. It was so warm, the arrowed spade pushed up along the back of her tongue before the beast snarled out above her.

Granite's hips snapped down and suddenly she was thrown back, her entire body was dragged against the straw covered ground as the spear shaped cock tip drove into her muzzle. She was gagging on him, the suddenness of the assault made her cough and choke, but she struggled to grip it, tightening her maw down and squeezing. The carrun pushed forward again, the rough thrust skidded her ass along the ground before she dug her feet down and flexed her claws, trying to brace herself as the animal struggled to push himself deeper into the warm wetness that enveloped his girth.

She contracted her muscles, the aching strain growing worse as it was nearly cracking her jaw to hold him. The ridges that ran along the upper portion of his cock raked along the roof of her mouth as she closed her lips down tightly and heard the carrun rumble out a low sound before the hips shifted. She pulled her head back, savoring the ache of her muscles as he slipped backwards with a few inches and strands of saliva coating against her lips. He was bigger than she'd thought, big enough that she felt a thrill of fear that he would break her jaw. It wasn't enough to still her passion as she tilted her head and groaned out, moving her head forward to gulp down around the spade shaped tip.

"NNF!!" Her eyes snapped open and bulged slightly as she felt the movements pumping against her, working to make room inside of her maw.

She pulled backwards, just barely drawing herself away from him, feeling a hot spill of precum being pushed out in rivulets that ran down her throat as she swallowed down. Her hands grabbed the base of the hard cock, feeling it twitch as the legs tried to curl against her. The massive jaws grabbed her tail roughly, clamping down with a powerful grip designed to make sure she couldn't get away. It hurt, it stung, it was so like what he did with the females that she shuddered through a near orgasm as her throat was forcibly stretched open around the length that was surging inwards. It was tearing at her tender muscles as she struggled, coughing slightly, but she kept pushing forward as she felt the ridges drag through her.

The teeth gripped harder against her tail base and yanked her hips up into the air, the jerk made her muffle a squeal. It hurt, the sharp pain was almost too much, but it was blunted by her arousal to the point that it was just an additional sensation that accentuated her pleasure. She twisted her tongue around him, struggling to take more as he stuffed down and dropped his hips to follow the line of her jaws. She moved her paws down and curled them right around the base of his cock to give a little flexing and stroke. She felt the bulge of his knot pushing out, slipping free fast enough that there was a lewd wet sound. She cupped it, trying to get her fingers to engulf as much as possible. They weren't enough, not nearly enough.

The monstrous girth was jabbing down at her, pushing her back until she was nearly pushed onto her ass before the jaws yanked harder at her tail. The cock slipped outwards, not all the way, but just enough that she was able to choke in a breath and cry before she was glutted on the length again. It was filling out her throat, making it stretch as the next thrust drove it deep enough that the knot was being forced down. He didn't give her time to breathe or adjust, he was force feeding her his cock with a snarl of need. It was rough, it hurt, her jaw popped slightly as she felt her throat being stretched open and swelled with the smooth length.

It twitched slightly, the precum dribbled downwards before the jerk backwards happened. He was so wedged inside of her that the move actually dragged her body back with him, she was yanked into the air before the thickest part yanked free and there was a lewd squelching sound. She struggled, her arousal was racing through her body even as she felt fear when he force fed her his shaft again. He was exactly what she had thought he would be, an unyielding animal that refused to release her as he tried to 'breed' her. His hot breath was hammering along her ass, every rush made her stomach cramp and contract slightly.

_He'd rip me open if he thought he could fit his cock inside of me. _ She realized with a wave of real fear when her throat began to stretch. Her horns were tilted back, nearly touching her shoulders form the angle.

When he drew back again, he only moved so far back as to make sure that her body was yanked up before thrusting forward again. Her wet saliva was being pushed over the edges of her chin and cheeks while she was gagging around him and his knot was soon shoving downwards to crash right against her muzzle. It bruised her, slamming up hard enough that it made her feel a jolt of pain before jerking backwards again. She tried to shake her head, to get rid of the sensations, but there was little she could do about it. She was wheezing out heavily, trying to breathe clearly, her chest rose and fell heavily when she pulled backwards.

She managed to pull enough of his cock free that she was breathing clearly, sucking down a shaking breath before he drove forward again and her muzzle was splayed wide again. Her jaws were on fire, her body shifting and twisting as the drooling muzzle contracted against her tail. He was slamming himself down, the rapid pumps designed to scrub the ridges through a fertile female were raking her swollen throat. Breathing became something to be dreamt of, something that she struggled towards, every little gasp of air a moment that made her dizzy before she was choking on the animal's girth. It didn't matter, she wanted it, her body wanted it.

She wanted him inside of her, she struggled to try and pull her way off of him, to twist around to feel him sinking home, but he was moving to fast. He was sawing in and out of her muzzle, using her tongue roughly as he shuddered and her fingers felt the knot starting to grow larger. She tried to jerk back again, frantically putting her weigh into the movements to free herself. She couldn't do it, his paw shoved against her to hold her still, as if thinking that her struggles were trying to get free of him entirely instead of simply giving him another place to stuff himself.

Not like this, he needs inside of me.. I want him inside. _ She thought frantically. _I'm going to miss my chance!

It was a blind need that she was choking on as the cock was swelling inside of her throat, growing larger by the moment. It was starting to bulge the swell of the base, opening her fingers wider and wider as she strained to hold him. It was too much, her fingers were being spread open wider so it became a distant dream that she could have possibly held his knot properly. She jerked back again, the struggle bucking wildly as she strained herself to get free so she could turn around. She wanted to know what it felt like to be taken like one of his females, she tried, but when she did the jaws twisted painfully and his snarl erupted out in warning, her lips were shoved up higher on the bulge.

The knot nearly crushed her nose, it was pushed up so tightly that she was wheezing out shuddering breaths to get each one down. It hurt as his cock opened up wider and wider, bulging and stretching her jaws and throat until she couldn't even wheeze out a breath. It was twitching, the length was filled out and jerking up and down with the first contraction that was forcing up the rush of seed. It wasn't what she wanted, not exactly, but she still squirmed in pleasure as she arched her hips up against the muzzle. The first hot stream of cum erupted from the cock and poured into her throat in thick streamers that made her suckle and swallow around him.

She felt every twitch and quiver intimately, her throat was being raked with the ridges that shifted back and forth with the way that her throat was contracting. She could feel the weight of the cream pumping out inside of her. His cock tip was deep enough that she could do little to evade it as it filled her stomach. She was light headed from oxygen deprivation, but she wasn't struggling as she swallowed and suckled along him, she pumped her head slowly, dragging her lips up and down his length. The warm slimy weight of the shaft twitched again, vomiting up another eruption of seed into her throat to ooze back towards her belly.

The hips pushed forward and she cupped around the base of the cock again and gave it a firm squeeze. She could feel it balloon out. It was obscenely large, too big for her to even dream of having in her jaws. She thought about her toy at home, it wasn't this large, though it was big enough to make her strain to take it. She shivered and felt her muscles working around nothing, trying to squeeze down as she hiked her tail up against the muzzle snuffling against her. Granite was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling against her back perfectly so that she was left squirming slightly when he shifted backwards. The ridges caught her throat before he went still again, the next thick ooze of cum worked itself out and poured down her open and waiting throat.

It seemed like forever before the grey scaled male shifted above her and there was a yank and pull. The ridges tore free so roughly that she let out a short sob before she was able to suck down a breath, gasping and shuddering in place while she tilted her head down. The cum drooled from her jaws, the taste of it thick and strange as she swallowed several times and felt droplets falling down right along the bridge of her muzzle. It was too much, far too much, her throat hurt so badly that she no doubt she was going to be ragged sounding for the next few days, but it had been worth it. It had all been worth it.

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Butan watched the shaking girl, her stomach so round with seed that it was amusing to think of what would have happened if the beast had mounted the right end. His mottled shaft was thick and heavy as he cupped his hand against it, rubbing against the tip so that the wet precum was smearing down his length. He had all but given up pretending, he had undone his jeans the moment he's seen the girl choking on the animal's cock. It had been a show that he had nearly gone over the edge for as she had gone from eager and moaning to struggling and frightened. It had been thrilling to see that change as she realized that she had misjudged just what she had found herself getting into.

At the end he had watched her trying to get free, her eyes had been so wide as she had bucked and twisted, he could have helped her, but there was something satisfying about watching her throat swelling. It had soon been nearly as thick around as her chin with the cock and the beast had kept her down. Granite might not have understood the fact that she wasn't really another carrun, but he knew how to hold any female in place until he was done with them. Now he was panting, his cock swinging free with his knot still swollen, though it would go down soon enough. The girl was hunched down and panting, her chest rose and fell so quickly that he was almost afraid she was going to pass out. And that would be...unfortunate.

He released his cock and stepped out of the shadows and into the light cast by the heat lamps. The beast lifted his head and snorted, grumbling a bit of an annoyed sound, but made no move to protect 'his' female in the least bit. Why would he care about protecting her? She was 'bred' in his mind and there was little his groom could do. The stallion twitched his lips slightly as the pale kobold shifted and he moved out to slide his hand right along the base of her tail. The moment he touched her she cried out and jerked forward in shock. He didn't let her go far, instead he grabbed her tail roughly and yanked her back towards him.

"Don't you know trespassing is a crime, little girl?" Butan rumbled down at her, his voice thick with lust as she writhed.

"I.. I was.." Mariska stammered slightly, her voice rough sounding as he kept his hand gripping her tail. She writhed under his grip and that just made his cock twitch further.

"That's a breeding animal." He snapped and roughly used her tail to flip her over onto her back on the stable ground. "You've just robbed our farm of valuable seed."

She opened her mouth to answer, but her eyes snapped open wide and bulged as she got a good look at him. He let the smile remain on his face, fierce and wicked as his cock twitched just above her as he pushed her into the hay and used his hand on her smooth flat chest to pin her in place. Her scales were so soft against his touch as she grabbed at his wrist, the look she gave him panicked and odd all at once as he loomed above her and let his cock drool out a thick rivulet of precum right onto her stomach, leaking out the edges of her sides messily.

"So you're going to be punished." He growled down at her, roughly forcing her legs to splay open. "And when I'm done fucking you, you're going to give Granite his proper turn and then... if you're lucky, I'll let you waddle home instead of introducing you to the rest of the studs. Do you understand?!"

"Yes..." She managed to answer him when he shoved himself upwards. "Y-yes!"

Mariska let out a whimpering breathy noise as he snorted and reached down to splay her small folds with his thick fingers. He forced the wet slippery lips open wide so that his cock could rub downwards, tracing right along her stomach. He was concentrating on her body, her pinned and trapped form, he didn't see her swallow and arch herself up into his touch, her legs splaying just a little wider as she felt his blunt cock tapping and grinding up against her cunny smoothly. Maybe he wasn't the carrun, but there was one thing Mariska's lust filled mind knew, he wasn't going to be gentle with her. And he'd just be helping to fit her for the grand finale. She let out a rasping cry as he started to shove harder against her body. The stallion was too lost in his passion to realize that she wasn't crying out her answer in fear or terror.