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For how many people considered winter to be the cruelest of seasons, there were worse ways to spend the time than being cozy in a nice, warm barn, with joists that were sealed perfectly so that no drafts could get in.

When the caveat to that was being strapped to the underside of a heated mare, however, a few people might rather brave the cold.

Carl wasn't given any kind of a choice in the matter, and though he'd been lucky enough to make it through his first night, he was still quietly trying to figure out a way to escape. The alternative for him wasn't the cold embrace of Jack Frost, but at least a couple weeks in a state penitentiary, and being mostly mute, he couldn't properly explain his situation to the farmer who found him hiding out.

He was paying for a crime that he didn't commit, and oddly enough, he was starting to enjoy his work.

"We're in the second day and she's still happy! I'll be damned...I might have to hire you on full time, stranger!"

Though she didn't introduce herself the first day, Ashley was the name of the farmer who'd captured Carl, and in just a short amount of time, he'd come to fear the farmer more than Nessie, the mare that he was tied up to.

A doberman who didn't take guff from anyone, male or female, Ashley would have normally just turned Carl in to the police, but when he was so quiet and skittish upon being caught, she really didn't think he was any kind of a threat, and didn't figure that he was trying to steal from her. She was just keeping up a tough front anymore, and figured that she could teach Carl a lesson about respecting privacy, all while getting a little bit of free labor out of him.

His labor was the kind of thing that she couldn't very well report on her taxes, anyway.

Nessie's legs were barely able to hold still, and the delighted mare had been quivering almost non-stop for the past two nights, as Carl displayed the kind of endurance for punishment that he was locally famous for. His tongue was getting sore, no doubt, and his body felt a terrible strain from being tied up in ropes for so long, but he was determined to do a good job, believing it might be the only way that he could achieve his freedom.

His tongue had a knack for reaching all the way up to Nessie's clit, however, and her vulva continued to wink at him in rapid, eager fashion, showing that her body was ready for more, and in a way, Ashley was torturing her prized horse, getting her body fired up for something that she couldn't have known was coming.

"Your cheeks are soaked, y'know. You might wanna wipe those off," Ashley winked down at Carl as she did the last of her rounds in the bar. Carl could see sunlight peering through the clear, surprisingly clean windows of the barn, and if he could actually see around the thick, powerful muscles of Nessie's flanks, he would see that the snowstorm was all but melted, meaning that he could easily make his way back into town. "Or perhaps I could get 'em for ya, if you decided to be a good boy and help me with a few more chores."

Tired eyes closed for just a moment as Carl nodded. It was the only response he could give, as his mouth stayed pressed up to the long, yet delightfully tight folds of the mare that was his bondage.

"Atta boy. Never woulda thought that a rat could come in so handy around here," Ashley admitted, as she stood next to Nessie and brushed a paw along her flank. "We've been getting my poor girl here all worked up for the past couple days. I think it's about time we gave her a little reward for being so patient."

Thinking that he was the one who deserved a break, Carl would have rolled his eyes, if Ashley wasn't standing right above him. He didn't make a proper reply at the idea, feeling that ignoring Ashley was all that he could do to imply that he wasn't pleased with the suggestion.

The fact that the only sound she'd heard from Carl was the wet, slippery noise of his tongue gliding between Nessie's folds was finally starting to clue Ashley into the fact that Carl was mute, but the doberman wasn't ready to act on that directly.

She'd just continue to quietly take advantage of his condition.

"You've been doing such a good job of handling Nessie that I figure you can take another horse, no problem. I just want you to keep her nice and wet while she plays with one of her best friends," Ashley explained, and though she made it sound like such an easy, playful situation, Carl was smart enough to know what was coming.

The thunderous sound of hooves stomping against the floor of the barn would have been enough, but Carl was able to cast a glance over in the direction of a large, muscle-bound male. He'd been pacing around every now and again as Carl slurped his way to the very core of Nessie, but after being teased with the scent of her heat for so long, his cock wasn't content to just sit quietly between his legs anymore.

Carl even saw the long, thin strands of precum dripping down to the floor of the barn and sticking to the scattered hay as Ashley walked his way. She ruffled Carl's headfur as she walked past him and headed right for the stallion, having already made up her mind about whether or not Carl would be able to handle something so intense happening right above him.

He's tough, she thought to herself, as she gave a comforting stroke to her stallion's cheek. He's a quiet little rat, but if he can handle this, then I'm sure he can handle anything.

"This is Phil, stranger. He's the best stallion I've got, and he and Nessie get along fairly well...judging by the way he's spitting on the floor right now, I'd wager that they'd like a little private playtime, but I can't have you going anywhere. She's gonna need a little extra attention so that his seed takes, if you catch my drift."

Eyes that were struggling to stay open from their exhaustion went wide and panicked as Carl accepted the gravity of the situation before him. A gentle tug on the stallion's lead had him following Ashley right over to Nessie, who was still tied up to one of the support beams. Though Carl couldn't see it, her ears were flickering with curiosity as she picked up on the sound of Phil approaching, and the quiet, sexually frustrated huffing that escaped his jowls.

Nessie responded in kind, and Carl shook as the mare above him adjusted her hind legs, as instinct guided her actions. She couldn't move too much, of course, but she turned her head just enough to see a familiar face approaching her backside, and the tight restraints on Carl's wrists and ankles were tested as he tried to shake himself free.

"Now, now...don't go making her uncomfortable, stranger, or I'm gonna make you very uncomfortable. You're gonna let these two have their fun, you're gonna help them clean up, and if you do a good job, I just might come back in afterwards and help clean your face off. If you go spookin' em, though...your ass is in the slammer."

Ashley had no intention to report Carl to the authorities anymore, but she knew that fear worked as a great motivator for the mute rodent, and the moment that she made her false claim, the wiggling stopped. Carl nodded immediately and eagerly, wanting to do everything he could to keep himself out of trouble, and his loyalty was put to the test in the very next moments, as Ashley pulled Phil as close as she would ever need to.

The stallion tilted his head down toward Nessie's backside, and her tail began to lift out of the way as she felt heavy, warm breaths caressing over her tailhole. The trail of heated air carried further down as Phil inspected her cunt, and though his head was still actively buried in Nessie's haunches, Phil completely ignored the rat and took his own taste, brushing the front of his muzzle against her hot, dripping folds to embrace the scent that had been driving him mad over the past few days.

Tilting his head back just slightly, Carl knew that horses were supposed to be fairly impressive in their size, but he'd never seen one up close to know just what that really meant. No description could prepare him to see the real thing bouncing up and down between Phil's legs, shaking around with the sheer amount of blood pumping to it. He winced his eyes shut as the wide, flared tip smacked him right in the forehead, but the pressure was relieved in the next moment as Phil reared himself up and mounted Nessie.

Ashley couldn't possibly walk away, anymore. She had to stay and watch Carl, wanting to see just how well the rat would adapt to such a situation. Her lips curled into an evil, giddy smirk as she watched Phil trying to pound his hips forward without being able to see his goal, and his thick, pulsing rod continued bouncing off of Carl's muzzle and cheeks as they were stained with copious fluids each and every time.

Carl worried that he might actually be bruised as he was nearly being punched by the massive length, but as he bumped his muzzle upward, it gave Phil just the push he needed to finally line the flare of his manhood up with Nessie's waiting folds, and Carl was shocked to see how easily Nessie took the head of her favorite lover. He was closer to such an act that he ever would have wanted to be, but it was somewhat fascinating to watch her tight, yet flexible anatomy accept the head of Phil's cock.

There was no semblance of romance, however.

Powerful muscles pushed thick, heavy hips forward in a rapid manner as Phil pounded himself into Nessie. His mind was set on breeding her and his body reflected it in full, and Nessie could barely keep her footing as her womanhood was given a deep, brutal fuck. Carl watched on helplessly as he wondered how she could possibly take so much length all at once, and after each pass, Phil's rod came out glistening more than the last.

He was reaching depths inside of her that Carl would never be able to, and he had no choice but to embrace that inadequacy as the equines shared their physical needs. It was quick and harsh, but most of all, it was messy, as excess fluids continued to spill from Nessie's cunt and drizzle down over Carl's cheeks and neck...

...But those would all pale in comparison to what would follow.

"You might wanna brace yourself," Ashley warned, as she watched Phil's progress come to a fairly sudden halt. His hips were almost completely still, save for the occasional, but profound shudder.

Carl could even see the change in Phil's member, as the rod held still inside of Nessie, except for the thick, massive vein along the underside pumping with every couple of seconds that passed. Just being a male, he knew what that was, but he had no idea if Nessie had the capacity to handle everything or not.

Deflating rapidly as equines were wont to do, Phil dismounted his favorite mare and his cock slipped free, allowing the pressure to released. A cascade of thick, heated cum spilled from Nessie's overly stuffed folds, giving Carl just enough time to shut his eyes before the flood nearly drowned him. He gasped silently in panic, forcing him to drink down some of the mess as Phil began wandering back to his own stall, physically satisfied for the moment.

If he could move his paws, Carl would have wiped the rest of the seed away from his face, but he was reluctant to even try to open his eyes, given all of the creamy mess that he felt soaking into his fur. There was still just a little bit trickling down from Nessie as she continued to tremble, shaken by the pleasure that she received, and yet, Carl could still hear a desperation in her panting, and Ashley wouldn't stand for it.

"Seems that Phil was a bit of a selfish lover. If he'd lasted just a couple seconds longer, our ol' girl here would have gotten off...you are a gentleman, aren't you, stranger? You wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that," Ashley put Carl right up to the test, and though it was still overflowing with equine cum, Carl knew that he was going to have to go right back to his duties, now that Phil was out of commission for a few minutes.

His muzzle wrinkled in quiet disgust as he leaned up and drew his tongue along the side of Nessie's labia. He could feel how much it had been stretched by taking Phil, but it was still winking with need, and the folds were sealing back up with surprising quickness. Each wink pushed a little bit more seed out, and Carl was forced to take as much of the salty, sticky mixture as he could, though Ashley could see that he was trying to dodge it.

She knew that Carl was capable of better work, and she wasn't going to let him skimp on Nessie in her hour of need.

" Get in there," she ordered, her voice losing the playful tone that it carried before. She gripped Carl by the headfur and tilted his neck upward until his entire thin, narrow muzzle was pressed to Nessie's slit, and even when his tongue slipped forth, he knew that it wouldn't be enough.

He just didn't expect Ashley to stuff his entire muzzle into the mare's haunches.

"She needs to be penetrated, stranger. Ain't enough to just lick a woman in need; you got a muzzle here, so fuck her with it!" Ashley continued to control the rat's entire destiny, as she rested her palm against the back of his head. She would only let him out just far enough to breathe, but those were small, choppy breaths at best as Carl began pumping from the base of his neck. His already messy face was being coated with deepest, most intimate of juices as he was turned into a living sex toy for Nessie's pleasure, and the mare showed her gratitude for the same as her vulva winked against the underside of Carl's chin.

Even if he couldn't possibly have garnered pleasure from such an act, Carl still felt the affection that it carried, and his lips curled into the tiniest of smiles as Nessie drew closer to a climax.

Tight, ribbed inner muscles began squeezing and milking around Carl's face as the sides of his muzzle were pressed, and at that point, Nessie was treating him as the male of her dreams, wanting to draw cum from his face as if it were the most pleasant cock she'd ever felt. "She's awfully close, stranger. I think she might like you even more than she likes Phil!" Ashley claimed, deciding that it was the perfect time to build up Carl's confidence. She knew that her indentured rodent would be running out of steam, but the words of encouragement gave him just enough gas to keep thrusting a few moments longer.

When he felt a heavy, tight squeeze, almost more reminiscent of a push, Carl knew he'd done his job, and a fresh, silky flow of feminine arousal poured down over his muzzle as his face was jettisoned away by the powerful, sudden clench of an equine orgasm.

"Well, would you look at that! You really did it, stranger!" Ashley cheered Carl on as she allowed his head a moment to rest. Rapid, powerful flutters of Nessie's inner muscles continued even after his muzzle was pushed free, and Carl didn't think he'd ever be able to rid his nostrils of the sweet, somewhat earthy scent of the mare that he was bound to. "And she's still cummin'! A man who can make a girl gush like that...it's enough to make me a little jealous, stranger."

Pushed right to the edge of his endurance, Carl was grateful to see that the sun was starting to set on another day on the farm. Ashley had a schedule to uphold and chores to do, or else, the rat might have been made to pass out from the workload ahead of him. Though it was minor in comparison, he was sure that he caught a subtle, passing aroma of Ashley's own feminine excitement, and the sensual grin upon her muzzle only confirmed his beliefs.

"Spose it's about time I got a little rest. You've probably earned yourself a nap too, stranger. I'll make sure to keep you fed tomorrow morning...now that you've found the way to get her off, Nessie's never gonna let you go..."

Ominous words would normally have set Carl's eyes wide open in panic, but he was too tired to do anything about it, and though he was questioning himself for it, he felt a certain attachment to Nessie, after the intimate experience they shared together. Somehow, the mare seemed to know that she was the only thing keeping Carl from sleeping on a cold, hard surface, be it the floor of the barn, or a cot in a jail cell. Their symbiosis was heartwarming for Ashley, who wouldn't tell Carl exactly what kind of chores she had to take care of, that evening.

They were going to involve quite a bit more mess, and if she ever learned to trust him fully, Ashley might make him clean up that one, as well.