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For Tib, his precious weekends were a time to sow his wild oats. He followed his routine religiously: Friday evening to get ready; raves and sex until Sunday night; and then it was time for the three-piece suit again. With a grueling work week both behind him and right in front of him, Tib wanted to make the most of this weekend - but this time with a twist.

Some of the gray wolf's friends were keen to note that he harbored great interest in horses. Desktop wallpapers of wild horses mid-gallop in the office, a wide body of knowledge of the taming, training and husbandry involved with them, and idle remarks of the pleasure he took in horseback rides easily outed him as a horse lover. What his friends and co-workers didn't know was the depth of Tib's equine passions.

On a day not long in the past, a client whom got a casual glimpse into Tib's love of horses remarked idly on having a son his age who worked a summer job in a stable. Following a little bit of schmoozing which came easily to a friendly wolf like Tib, he ended up with the son's phone number.

They met on a lunch date after a blind call and instantly hit it off. Finally, Tib had found someone who shared a passion for what were, in his eyes, the most powerful and graceful of all beasts. This new friend's name was Desmond, and as far as Tib could tell, the fox-mix country boy with the subtle drawl had the same taboo interests as he. This Desmond outright confirmed one evening in a drawn-out and tentative phone call, and tellingly, Desmond then invited Tib to come out to the stables he tended that Saturday night. How could the wolf refuse?

There was Tib, ordinarily a gray and white wolf, but now with blue accents of wash-away fur dye he liked to dress up with for the raves. Sometimes he used dye which glistened and shone under ultraviolet lights, but what he wore that night was plain and tidily applied. He looked quite fetching, though Desmond shook his head at the sight of it.

"You look like one of them city sissies," he tutted, grinning. "But Lilac, she won't care much."

Tib smiled and swished his tail. "Lilac? She sounds lovely. Can I meet her?"

Desmond led Tib to the stables across plush grass which was gentle under their naked paws, like the turf on a golf course. The scent of some stables could be foul indeed, but the one situated on this multimillion-dollar estate smelled only of finely-aged timbers and well-groomed equines.

"Here she is," said Desmond, gesturing to one stall in particular.

As Tib put his eyes on Lilac, the beautiful black Arabian with whom he would be spending his night, the moment was etched in his memory. It was love at first sight.

Lilac's body was flawlessly muscular, her behind round, her flesh free of scars and her coat brushed to a glossy sheen. Desmond rubbed her snout and pressed his back against a supporting timber. "You said you're good at handling horses. Go ahead, get familiar. Real good girl here, definitely the best one I ever met."

"And she's, ah," Tib paused and shyly smiled as he petted Lilac's snout, "receptive?" The mare sweetly nuzzled his paw and nickered.

"Very. Bein' frank with you, I'm glad to," Desmond paused and laughed, "stud her out. This girl's hungry for more'n I can give while still keepin' this stable together." He sneered and straightened his jeans. "You kids have fun. Ain't no security cameras on the property, old man doesn't believe in," he finger-quoted, "them goddamn new-age devil machines. Property stops at the fences. Woods keep goin' after that. In other words," he chuckled and patted the wolf's hip, "take her wherever you want. Nobody's gonna see you."

Tib's heart pounded and his loins ached, but his desire went past simple lust. Lilac was perfect. Able-bodied and beautiful, yet well-tempered and affectionate. This was the moment he'd been waiting for since his self-discovery all those years past. "Thank you so much for this," he mildly said, looking into Desmond's eyes.

The foxcoon unlocked the gate and Lilac willingly followed the wolf out. "Do it for her, she's a good girl. She deserves the best."

Though Tib could have waxed of how Lilac would receive the best he could give, he chose instead to sagely nod and turn his back on Desmond. Off he led Lilac, out the stable and into the clement night where the moon hung low, the clouds sailed past as billowy wisps and the bugs chirped their tuneless songs. This night was shaping up to be everything Tib had ever wanted. He shed his clothes and tossed them in a pile near his car, and then he climbed up on Lilac's broad, saddled back. Lilac began to trot like a tour pony, taking her admirer to a spot she and Desmond used often.

It was the motion beneath his naked loins which began Tib's arousal. His sheath fast grew plump, and it disgorged the knotted blue flesh of his penis which dribbled a stripe of precum on the saddle.

Shuddering at the knowledge of the raw power which he straddled and the beautiful body which contained it, the wolf draped himself over Lilac and caressed her neck. He kissed and nibbled through her mane as his pedicured feet did much the same to her flanks.

As Lilac took him to the treeline, Tib scooted up her dense back and he rumbled his loving growls into her ear. As though he were a stallion, he snorted for her and snuffled on her ear. She flicked it, and snorted back in kind. The sound put a smile on Tib's face, and he ground his erection needfully into the saddle.

Lilac walked under the canopy of trees which ringed the property. It was here in the moody darkness that she halted and nickered. Tib dismounted and landed quietly in the grass. From all around came the chittering and chirping of the night, and this only added to what Tib already knew was a perfect evening.

With his paws on Lilac's snout, Tib endeared himself to the powerful mare. He kissed her nose one moment and ground his snout against hers in the next. He knew some horses had a tendency to bite, but Lilac was gentle. She was not entirely docile, however, and Tib was pleased with the way she nuzzled back and rumbled.

Butterflies in his belly and a needful itch in his loins set the tone for the wolf. He was happy to be so close to a lovely mare, and to demonstrate her beauty he peppered her snout with kisses and stroked through her mane. From his lips came another gruff snort, and Lilac similarly retorted.

Exhibiting precociousness Tib hadn't expected from a horse, Lilac nosed down his body and appraised his knotted shaft with a sniff. It made Tib nervous in spite of what a well-mannered girl she had been thus far, but her first lick both dispelled his worries and made him croon. In the coming spate of licks, Tib melted for her. His tail wagged.

What gave more pleasure still to Tib was the sheer sloppiness of Lilac's licks. Such a hungry mare couldn't be bothered to just lick her lupine admirer's shaft, so she licked his balls too, often dragging them up and letting them drop off of her tongue at the end of the lap. Below his knot was his loosened sheath, and this too was thoroughly loved by the horse.

"And here I was trying to worship you," Tib lamented, but he said it with obvious contentment. Though there was plenty of time for that and the wolf would certainly not be satisfied with his first and perhaps only night with a mare if he didn't explore every facet of bestial sexuality, he felt the smallest bit impatient with the pace at which things were going.

Blushing but smiling and with intent to move things along, Tib gently nudged Lilac's chin up. He simply had no chance of overpowering a horse, but the power of suggestion made her straighten up. She peered down into his face then, and met his gaze with a huff.

"You're so damn beautiful," Tib found himself crooning, stroking across her snout and along her neck. His cock ached, demanding further attention, but Tib ignored it. The lady of the hour deserved all the attention he had to give.

Smiling broadly with only a hint of lurid taste, Tib walked along Lilac's flank and dragged his paw down her side, across her formidable muscles. The great size of the mare was most apparent in profile and Tib stood back a short ways to admire both the tone of her body and the fantastic curve of her hindquarters.

It occurred to Tib that he had not put eyes on Lilac's genitals yet. As he neared her behind and prepared to step around her, he felt the butterflies again, and counterintuitively to his lust, his erection began to falter. It was the least of his concerns for the moment. "Don't mind if I have a nice look at you back here, my love," Tib cooed, stepping around to face her rear.

Tib could see only glimpses of Lilac's muff between idle sways of her long tail, groomed with obvious care by Desmond. What peeks of the dark flesh he saw were enough to make him salivate, and his erection returned gradually. He took her tail in his shaky fingers and both lifted and held it aside, to which Lilac snuffled and wriggled the appendage in his grasp. "Ooh, my god," Tib moaned at the sight of her naked flesh alone.

Of course Tib had masturbated to many photos and movies when it came to mares, and indeed he had seen glimpses of the flesh during rides, tours, and even just drives past farms, but this was another beast entirely. Here was Lilac's plush, dark snatch, and it was all his. When Tib set his trembling paw on it, he groaned. Her warmth resonated in his pads. He could feel her pulse in her naked flesh and even subtle humidity where the lips pressed together.

He shamefully clutched his cock in the paw which formerly held her tail. He gave himself a few urgent pumps and he felt as if he could have climaxed then and there, but he eased back and collected himself. It just wasn't going to do for him to get off so soon. If he lasted ten seconds after entering her, then that was fine, if not embarrassing; but to bust his nut before the fun even began would have been a disgrace to the lovely mare.

"Ah, I'm sorry," he sighed. "It's just so hard to--, you know," Tib muttered. Finally he chuckled and said, "I'll stop talking."

Of pleasure and comfort to Tib was the fact that Lilac seemed not to mind his self-abuse or his rambling. She nickered in a gentle, calming way to him then nudged backwards and pressed her muff into his paw. Tib smiled.

"You're needful, huh? That's as good a reason as any for me to man up," he said to the mare. "A stallion wouldn't think twice to pounce on you... But as much as I'd love to be a strong stallion for you, I'm just gonna have to make due with what I've got," he playfully remarked. Again he took her tail aside, and he paused to lick two fingers on rubbing paw. That he sucked her scent off of his digits was implicit in the way he shivered, but for a keen-nosed wolf, he was surprisingly brisk about it. The dirty truth was that he wanted to bury his snout in her humid cunt; but he reminded himself, with some self-admonishment, to be slow, gentle, and respectful. Lilac deserved only his best behavior.

With unnecessary slowness for the sake of such a large mare, Tib eased his drool-soaked fingers into her muff; his only rough concession was the choice to begin with two digits instead of one. As he entered her like so, he found her walls perfectly lubed already. The slipperiness within enhanced the supple smoothness of her pink walls, and merely fingering Lilac was enough to make Tib blush and groan. His cock demanded it be finished off, but Tib forced the notion aside.

As his knuckles met Lilac's pussylips, the mare snuffled and scuffed the earth with a front hoof. Tib smiled and sidled up to her broad hindquarters, taking care to not grind too strongly against her. Though he had only a tiny amount of reach on a girl of her size, he did what he could to caress her flank as he pumped her pussy. "Let me take care of you, just like this," whispered Tib, his voice dripping reverence.

Tib took hold of Lilac's tail, slid his fingers up through the hair and smiled almost dumbly. Perfect was a word he reserved only when the occasion demanded it, but there was no other way he could think to describe the mare. As such, he briefly felt as if he were defiling her with his touch - yet if she permitted it, then all was well. His smile widened at the thought that Lilac accepted, even enjoyed his worship. He sunk his fingers in firmly, drew them back slowly, and then plunged them in again. A bass rumble welled up in his chest, an unintended show of arousal.

To satisfy his lusting urges, he parted his fingers inside the mare. Lilac's plush pink walls yielded easily to Tib's wedging digits. Musk heavy to the unaccustomed nose but sweeter than pure honey to Tib's emanated from her humid depths, and it was no surprise when the wolf buried his face in her snatch. His broad nose bumped his own fingers clumsily on the way to her clit. Tib was too far-gone to even consider withdrawing his fingers; instead he licked around them with the ample length of his tongue. Lilac snorted gingerly and her clit winked on his tongue.

The pulsation of the mare's clitoris was something Tib had hoped he might experience. Feeling it throb against his tongue rendered his legs like jelly and his cock ached in unspeakable desperation. Finally he thought to take his fingers away from the mare's folds. He wanted to suck them clean but he thought better of it: the source of the flavor was right there for the taking.

He ground his snout into Lilac's clit, triggering it to wink on his soft fur. With his tender nostrils so close to the source of her musky pheromones, he was helpless.

Like sucking a lollipop, Tib closed his sticky jowls around Lilac's pulsing clitoris and pleasured it with firm suckles when it protruded for him, which proved to be a common occurrence. Though each wink was brief, the short time he could enjoy it made the nub all the more tantalizing to suck upon. By then the copious moisture of her snatch had begun to run down his chin and the parallels to eating ripe and juicy fruit weren't lost on the wolf. While he snacked on her clit, Tib kept his paws busy on the mare's dense legs, often reaching up between them to tweak her teats. He found eroticism in more than just the obvious spots on her body.

Soon it became clear that Tib was hitting a nerve by playing with Lilac's clit. She snorted hard and bucked back, briefly stuffing Tib's snout into her cunt and knocking him back on his rear in the process. Tib was dazed and surprised but he had a big smile on his wet face. There was no way he could be upset with an eager girl like Lilac.

Back on his unsteady feet and made more wary of Lilac's strength and scale, Tib took a wider, more stable stance and crammed his face into her muff as hungrily as ever. He didn't dote on her needful clit any longer, but he made up for that in the sudden thoroughness of his work. Again with a dirty growl in his chest, Tib slathered the lips of Lilac's pussy, stealing away her musky juices, leaving drool in his wake. The idea struck him to use his thumbs to part her pussylips and in doing so, he spread her wide enough to give himself unfettered access to her pink flesh.

No part of Lilac's delectable cunt was off-limits to Tib. He slobbered deep inside of her, tasting flesh laced with musk and coated in delectable mare honey. The potency of her pheromones was fast reaching an overwhelming concentration, making Tib eager to breed, but he still couldn't give in when so much worship awaited.

A long, lewd slurp along the roof of Lilac's vagina dragged his tongue out. His saliva ran down her pussylips and his own chin. To see her ebony snatch glistening was breathtaking, but Tib already had his sights set on something else.

Neglected in all its subtle beauty was Lilac's snug anus, a thick black donut of flesh as deserving of affection as her pussy. He held her tail high and kissed his way down the smooth skin of its underside, nearing the pucker it guarded. As with every other aspect of her body, Lilac was astonishingly clean under Desmond's care. The wolf pressed his sticky lips to the ring for a wet, firm kiss. Against his lips, her asshole quivered. So did Tib.

Firm laps across Lilac's anal entrance satiated a deeply-buried desire of Tib's, and it kept the mare snuffling and scuffing her hooves. All her clenching and reserved bucks backwards made it clear just how grateful she was.

"God, you're so beautiful," Tib groaned against Lilac's rear. His lips closed around the protruding orifice and he suckled sweetly on it, a reprisal of his love for her clit. A moment of sucking passed and he speared the ring with his tongue, driving it deep inside. The flesh of Lilac's anal walls was more tender still than her pussy, and undoubtedly it too was vibrantly pink in contrast to the black ring gripping Tib's tongue. He could only imagine the perfect color of those hidden walls as he slobbered needfully across them.

Tib's blue erection begged to be touched then more than ever. It throbbed between his legs and it spat pre. It took every ounce of self-control that he had not to grip it, and what a waste that would have been. So pent-up and gratified, he would have been a two-pump chump, and there was no question about that. To distract his paws, he hugged the thick, round ass he was tonguing and rubbed the mare's hips with reverence which came naturally.

As certain as Tib was that he could comfortably eat Lilac's ass for the rest of the night, the Arabian beauty undoubtedly wanted more than his tongue alone. The wolf was loathe to give up the musk and the sensation of her tail brushing across his face, but the need to breed won out in the end. Tib pulled back his tongue and stared down at Lilac's slobbery anal entrance. Seeing his handiwork made him smile.

The wolf's plans to mount up hit a stumbling block when he realized how short he was next to the mare. Grinning in embarrassment, he glanced around beneath the canopy and quickly saw the perfect platform: a tree stump. He led Lilac with ease, and at the sight of the stump she knowingly trotted a quick about-face like a show pony, delighting Tib with her grace.

Standing on the stump, Tib held Lilac's hips and he snorted like the stallion he longed to be for her. While he had searched for the best place to fuck, his pleasure had waned and he felt as though he could last at least a little while; though if that didn't do for Lilac, he would have happily gone again.

He held onto his knotted shaft and ground its pointed tip on Lilac's asshole, lubed with slobber just as his penis was slick with pre. He gauged her interest as he nudged it forward. First he notched the tip into her pucker with little in the way of a response - but no news was good news. "Would you allow this, beautiful?" Tib crooned to the mare. Still nothing, not even a snort. She flicked her tail, and that was it.

As Tib eased in and his penis just began to open her up, Lilac nickered and Tib splayed down his ears in shame. It therefore came as quite a surprise when Lilac bucked back, making her puffy asshole swallow better than half of Tib's cock. The wolf gasped and moaned, throwing himself over the mare's broad back with a massive and pleasured grin on his face. "Beautiful and kinky," he moaned, his voice colored with pure admiration. Easing it in the rest of the way, he shuddered to her, "I never want this night to end."

The moment his knot pressed against Lilac's thick pucker, Tib pulled back. His pace was a slow one, both to give the mare the most pleasure possible and to keep himself under control. The wolf wondered if he could actually last, for he longed to climax inside of Lilac's pussy, and only when the knot was tied. As far as that was concerned, his knot was like a stallion's flare - so he thought Lilac would enjoy its bulk.

Tib let his soft paws roam Lilac's back. Gentle growls and moans issued forth from his lips. He was lost in bliss and Lilac seemed equally pleased, snuffling and warmly nickering to him as she was. This was far from the first time Tib had fucked anybody anally, but he felt her to be flawless. Tib was undoubtedly biased, but he didn't care. The way her silky rectal walls gripped his meat and playfully resisted his entries brought him unspeakable amounts of pleasure, all of which were enhanced by both love and taboo.

Shivers ran up Tib's spine and the flesh of his scrotum fast grew tight. He couldn't hold out like this and he knew it. An orgasm was a foregone conclusion - could he get Lilac to squirt along with him? It was a chivalrous urge he couldn't deny. He drew a few deep breaths to stave off his climax. Breathe in, breathe out, repeat - and it helped just a bit. Maybe he could give himself enough slack not to pop as soon as he entered her warm, slippery pussy, but just the thought of it was giving him lewd chills.

Following a hasty exit from Lilac's ass which looked no worse for wear, Tib pushed his drooling tip into the folds of her muff. This was it. He took another long, slow breath to calm himself, and that one led to another, but Lilac impatiently snuffled and bucked back. Tib shrieked in surprise and held fast on the mare's hips. "I'm sorry, I just--, I don't want to disappoint you," he whined.

Whether or not he knew if he'd last, Tib entered Lilac with the greatest of ease. His cock slid along her wet and ready walls, and his knot kissed up to her cuntlips in mere seconds. The warmth which enveloped Tib's manhood was enough that he groaned for her already. He wasted no time in starting to thrust.

Making love to Lilac was everything Tib had ever wanted. Things he read on forums and videos he watched did nothing to prepare him for the awesome reality that was his first time with a mare. Almost immediately, his tongue sagged stupidly from his mouth and his eyes rolled back. His thrusting had an energetic quality and his balls, again loosened a bit, swung up between the generous space between the mare's thighs. He pawed all over her back but with special reverence paid to the wide curve of her behind which she eagerly pressed back, but not so roughly as to knock him off. That was the last thing either of them wanted.

"God, yes, yes!" Tib whimpered. His tail wagged and his balls pulled taut again. Despite his better judgment, he began outright fucking the Arabian - but hers was a body built to be bred, no matter how idealized Tib made her in his mind. The harder he pounded, the harder she shoved back. Soon, without realizing it, Tib was knotfucking Lilac. Her cunt was so oversized for his shaft, though still wonderful to fuck, that his knot could easily pop right in and back out again.

To say Lilac enjoyed her small partner's knot was a gross understatement. She snorted and nickered, digging ruts into the earth with her hooves. There wasn't a moment when she wasn't grinding her bubble butt back into Tib to pop the knot in just a little harder and faster, and she was pleased to hear her lover devolving into a quite ruthless lay as his pleasure grew.

Tib had gone so far past the point of no return that he could no longer form words. He grunted and groaned; he barked, scaring birds and bugs from the trees above. Rough syllables resembling nothing in particular slurred out of his mouth and past his flopped tongue: "Urrrgh, mmf! Mmmh!" It was all music to Lilac's pert ears. It seemed Tib was about to blow his load and that was just what the mare wanted from her fun new plaything.

Lilac nickered sharply and the critters in the trees scattered again. She clenched as if her snatch were a vise with intent to snare Tib's knot, but she just missed it. Suddenly enough that Tib was taken by surprise, Lilac squirted with incredible force. It drenched Tib's penis, soaked his balls and thighs to leave him smelling of mare for days to come, through it, she ground back with intent to make him bury the bone for good.

Still Tib was an inarticulate mess, but words had no place at the tail-end of such a wonderful fuck. He grunted and bellowed as he nailed Lilac's spasming, clenching pussy for his own pleasure alone anymore; her enjoyment was just a consequence. The fact that his prime goal of the lady coming first had been met was inconsequential to the frenzied wolf. He fucked the Arabian selfishly.

Ultimately, Tib buried the knot in Lilac's muff one last time. He hiked a leg up over her hip to grind it in and keep it where it belonged, and the mare nickered once more in a burst of pleasure to interrupt her afterglow. Tib himself walked over her nickering when he howled to the moon and shot his dense wad deep inside of her. It was just a drop in the bucket for a beast as massive as Lilac, but it was a mess much appreciated by the horse, and its giver couldn't have been happier.

Words returned to Tib as afterglow washed over his body. A smile was spread wide across his face, showing teeth. "God damn. You were amazing," he emphatically said to Lilac. She snuffled her modest reply. From then on, she would always eagerly await the reverent wolf's return.