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The chilling bite of a cold winter was a difficult thing to get away from, when you didn't have any home to call your own.

Even when you did have a place that you could fall back to, finding shelter when a snowstorm appeared out of nowhere was a difficult task, and for those who weren't equipped with the thick, fluffy fur or the kind of clothing necessary to handle it, finding a place to hide could be a matter of life and death, rather than comfort and cold.

The stereotype of a rickety, old barn might make one think that it wasn't the best place to hide from a winter storm, but in reality, when the farm around it was active, a barn was a perfectly good place to weather the snow, and that was where Carl found himself, as he huddled up in the corner, leaning against one of the cleaner bales of hay that he could find.

When he was too tired to stay awake, he'd already planned to make his way up to the loft to stay away from prying eyes. The only occupants of the barn were a few horses at the moment, but the barn was extremely was insulated, and the fact that it had running electricity made Carl believe that someone would be very upset if they found him hiding out there.

The horses didn't spook when the rat made his way into the doors. His fur was every bit as white as the snow upon the ground, and for once, he was thankful to be mute; he could do little more than squeak, and he kept his muzzle completely shut as he navigated the barn, not wanting to arouse any suspicion.

Nighttime was already beginning to fall over the countryside, and while Carl was initially fearful of falling asleep in the barn, he found that it was plenty warm enough to fall asleep in without risk of hypothermia. Seeing a ladder up to the second story loft, he figured it best to sneak his way up there, and first thing in the morning, he'd be back on the road, trying to make his way back to the bar that he called home.

He wasn't even halfway up the ladder when he heard the large, heavy doors on the front of the barn swinging open.

"...The door wasn't locked," came a voice from the entrance. Carl's ears flickered quietly to the feminine sound, and he was caught between the panic of trying to skitter his way up into the loft, and the knowledge that any movement would draw attention to him. "Is there someone in here?!"

Carl stayed as still as his body would physically allow. The quick, desperate pants of breath from his nose were the only sound he made, and even those, he wasn't sure that he could hear.

That didn't mean that someone with a better sense of hearing wouldn't pick up on the noise, however, and like the biting cold just outside the door, Carl could feel a set of eyes on his flesh, piercing right into his heart.

" Don't move. If you know what's good for you, just stay put on that ladder, stranger."

Normally, Carl would have been carrying a white board around with him, as his only means of being able to communicate with other people, save for his quiet, fearful squeaks. Losing the object in the snowstorm, he was stuck on a ladder without any way to explain himself, and a ferocious looking doberman was closing the barn door behind her, gazing upon him like a wild beast that was ready to strike.

"Should've known that a thief would come lookin' to steal my wares," the canine explained, giving Carl a story for being there, even if it wasn't the truth. "Build a nice, brand new barn and someone is sure to take notice of it before too long."

Carl tried to shake his head, but he was nervous to move even an inch, so the gesture barely registered as the fearless doberman walked around the inside of her barn, inspecting her supplies but always keeping an eye on Carl.

He gulped nervously as the female farmer made her rounds and came back to the ladder, before she crossed her arms in front of him. "Looks to me like I caught you before you could actually steal anything. I'd say that means no harm done, but the fact is that you still broke into my barn, fella, and I just can't look the other way in that regard."

Knowing that he was innocent, but having no way to properly express it, Carl managed the most innocent smile that he could, but still in the midst of a panic, his expression didn't look too sincere, and the farmer wasn't impressed by his attempt.

"Gonna try and grin at me after what you pulled, stranger?" she asked, tapping her footpaw impatiently on the floor of the warm, cozy barn. "Well, I suppose it would be a waste to report you to the law, since they'd just beat the look offa you. I've got better ways to wipe that smile off yer face, you filthy rat..."

Carl wasn't so easily bested, but against a tall, powerful woman who made her living off of the land, he didn't have enough strength to fight back against her. The doberman uncrossed her arms and lunged at Carl, who didn't feel that it was fair to put up any kind of a fight. He froze in place as the canine wrapped her arms around his waist and yanked him away from the ladder.

The poor rat had no idea what he was in for, but clearly, the canine had a plan all figured out, as she carried Carl over to one of the horses that was tied to a post in the stable. "This time of year, the ladies tend to get a little bit cold...and that's bad for business when it's breeding season," she explained. She handled Carl like a rag doll, carrying him with ease and tossing him around without any concern for his safety, as she dropped him down on the floor by a tall, powerful mare.

"You wanna get outta here without serving time?" the farmer asked, and without hesitation, Carl rapidly nodded his head. "This here's Nessie, my prized mare. She's got a sexual appetite that could eat up the whole Midwest, but when it gets cold out, she isn't quite so active...how 'bout you try to spend the week warming her up, and I'll pretend this whole thing never happened?"

Carl didn't have much of a choice, and he still couldn't properly answer the female's whims. Taking too long to nod his head again, he felt a rope tighten around his wrist, and the slack was thrown over the back of the mare. On the other side, the farmer tied the rope to his other wrist, and Carl trembled fearfully as Nessie adjusted her hind legs to the feel of the added weight.

"She might take a day or two to warm up to ya, stranger...but once she does, I can promise you'll be getting quite the bumpy ride! Most men can't handle more than a few minutes with Nessie. Good luck handlin' her for a whole week."

As his eyes went wide with panic, Carl tried to shake his head in protest, but the doberman was grinning down at him, too pleased with herself for coming up with such a twisted plan. Hoisting another long, thick rope, she tied the ends around Carl's ankles and threw the slack over Nessie once more, forcing him to hang from the underside of the mare, and as the ropes were tightened, his muzzle was brought closer and closer to her rear end...until he couldn't escape the powerful, feminine scent that poured away from her sex.

"Y'all have a good night, stranger. I'll check on you tomorrow afternoon..."

**

Carl was lucky enough to fall asleep fairly early, and against such a strong mare, his weight was no consequence, giving her the blessing of sleep, as well.

He wasn't sure that he ever fell back asleep that week, as even the light, gentle brush of his breath over her loins was more than she could stand.

Nessie was quick to prove her reputation, as a sleeping, peaceful Carl was jarred awake by a sudden, tight clenching on either side of his head. A panicked squeak escaped his muzzle as his eyes flew wide open, and then, almost immediately closed again as the blinding light of the sun poured through the windows of the barn, right into his tired orbs.

The pressure that he felt wasn't a headache from a poor night of sleep, however, but the strong, tight flesh of Nessie's thighs clenching around his temples to try and force his muzzle further up. A quick, trembling shake of the legs left Carl's head to bob again, but the attention didn't stop there: he could hear Nessie whinnying with need at the other end of the post, and her hooves gave a quick, frustrated stomp as he remembered the orders of the doberman from the night before.

That same canine was gazing down over Carl with a look of frustration in her eyes.

"We rise with the sun and get right to work on my farm, you little thief...so get to work!" she yelled. Her footpaws were planted until Carl followed through on his end of the bargain, so, despite his tired neck and sleepy eyes, the rat tilted his head up, swallowed a nervous gulp...

...And brushed his long, flat tongue along the pursed folds of Nessie's womanhood.

"Keep going. One touch will never be enough for Nessie, stranger...hell, one orgasm wouldn't be enough for her. She's gonna take you to the brink and back as many times as it takes..."

Carl wished that he could ask for a different punishment, but he could only offer a timid squeak as he closed his eyes and leaned further forward. His tongue moved vertically along the tall, tight slit, and in her appreciation, Nessie lowered her hips just slightly, trying to aid Carl in his quest to satisfy her.

The farmer managed a tiny smirk as she watched the display, satisfied that she could go back to her own work. "If you don't make Nessie cum today, I just might turn your sorry little ass in, after all..."

It was motivation enough for anyone to get to work, but especially Carl, who would never be able to explain this story to the police. He could feel a moisture building on the end of his tongue as he continued slurping faithfully at Nessie's cunt, but it wasn't his own saliva that was building.

Nessie's sexual appetite was no mere myth, and just from the quick, delicate touches of a tongue, she was already beginning to drip with need. The juices ran quickly down from her sex and began to spill over Carl's face and neck, a sure sign that he was hitting the right spots...but he couldn't dare to stop there.

After all, the mare wouldn't let him, as she lowered her hips even further, and Carl widened his eyes in fresh panic as the back of his head gently hit the floor of the barn...and the mare easily took the front of his short, stubby muzzle into her sex.

She knew how to get what she wanted, and Carl was only along for the ride, hoping that he could abide her. Her scent was thick upon his muzzle as her juices literally spilled into his nostrils, and he opened his maw inside of her heated passage, allowing his tongue to reach deeper inside of her body with it than any other tongue she'd had the pleasure of trying before.

Her womanhood winked at Carl as he pleasured it, and in the back of his mind, he silently hoped that this would be enough to keep Nessie satisfied...even if it was only the beginning of the very first day of the week.