Childhood Friends
Just a brief RP I did to help flesh out my character more and do lewd things with a friend. Horse donger is present.
A little RP I did with a friend where he played as a childhood friend of my character Karleen. It takes place in the Concordia Chronicles setting that my friend and I came up with. Follow the link if you want to check it out on F-List. Karleen's friend does not have an F-List profile to link to, so sorry about that.
If you want to read up more on the Karleen character, go ahead and follow the link. If not the quick and dirty for this is: Karleen is a 12 foot tall equine, Agapios is also an equine but not exactly 12 feet tall, and they were childhood friends with benefits. The RP is them meeting up again for the first time since they were much younger.
It took a lot of hard work, and a little bit of support from her parents, but Karleen managed to start her own business a while back under the name of "The Red Anvil", complete with a sign outside depicting an anvil colored in red. Sure it was a simple name, and she really only picked it because she liked the color red but it did the job. And it was better than just calling the place Karleen's Smithy. It had branding, to a degree, and that was important. Or at the very least she was told that was important by various other shop owners in the city.
The shop was nestled into a market district alongside a smithy of her own. It needed to be adjusted for her prodigious size but luckily she was able to make most of the renovations herself. Growing up on a farm teaches one to be a variety of hands-on skills, simple carpentry being one of them. She also had her own tool set, though she needed an anvil a little bigger than what the previous owner had left. It was a shaky few months but eventually she everything settled. Now she's known as the giant smith that does pretty good work.
Gawkers are pretty typical. She didn't necessarily mind people watching her work as long as they didn't try to hold small talk with her. Business talk was fine. She'd make time for customers.
Regardless she's at work in her forge, the tall, chestnut beauty focusing intently on the anvil before her. The smells of the market are drowned out by the scent of her sweat and the smell of the burning forge. The forge itself, while burning with a myriad of unnatural colors that change when she pulls this lever and tosses that liquid into it, still smells like a smoldering smithy. Between the sweat and smoke are hints of cinnamon and apple pie, a light, sweet smell that clings to her body wherever she goes and isn't fully drowned out by the smell of her sweat slicked fur or the smithy itself.
She's dressed in a basic, thick smithing apron. It presses tightly against her burgeoning chest, pressing her tits into some yummy cleavage that deserves applause and cheering when she bends down to pick something up in front of her. Though the gawkers rarely do so, as the last one that did ended up with a very large equine staring him down. Beneath the apron is a simple, long-sleeved, red shirt complete with a plunging neckline that matches her apron in terms of boob coverage. She's wearing black pants that extend down to her hooves, which are shoed in steel that clank every time she moves about on the stone floor of her smithy. Her outfit probably isn't meant to flatter, but the pants stick to her pretty tightly and as does the shirt. Tailors seem to lack clothes that actually fit a woman of her size properly. Thus her ass is well hugged by the pants, and her thick cameltoe is clearly visible.
She lets out a snort from her nostrils, and whips her flaxen tail to the right and then the left as she sets a piece of metal down on her anvil with a pair of tongs, her hands tensing beneath her thick gloves as she raises her hammer. She then bears down on the piece of metal, shaping it with the hammer like a sculptor manipulating marble. Of course this is what the gawkers wait for. Her anvil is positioned in such a way that people on the street get a clear view of her tits quaking in their tight confines every time she hammer her anvil. That see of chestnut flesh jiggling like jello seems so cute and cuddly on a creature so large and muscular.
Compared to most, Agapios was a tall motherfucker. Nine feet and Nine inches of lean, solid, muscle sculpted to be a balance of both eye-candy and practical application. There's the odd scar marring his white and black striped hide. He's a shining example of the often darker aspects that might arise in Concordia, in which sapient beings are subjected to forms of slavery, but considering the decades of controlled breeding that gave rise to this particular specimen, it's hard to argue that stripping away certain rights doesn't yield results.
The Zebra-Strained horsekin is certainly a marvel, and he's never been one to wear much. The primary reasons being that he doesn't have much of a choice in the matter. The one who owns him views it as not only a form of personal eye-candy, but also an effective form of advertising. All the young man really has in terms of clothing is a simple collar, and a set of manacles for the forearms and the lower legs. While he's not chained in any manner, the message of his status is clear. That said, the noble who owns him is a fairly prominent and well-respected, resulting in many who treat the Zebra-kin with a measure of respect, lest they risk the ire of the owner should they mistreat her favored slave.
The sound of his low-slung nuts slapping and sloshing against his thighs is something that can be discerned - though easily missed in your typical market. Larger than the head of a grown human woman, they're certainly an impressive sight - just like the gutbusting girth of the sheath nestled between his legs.
He'd had business at this particular smith - he'd not been instructed if he was picking something up or placing an order, but he HAD been given a package. Either way, he's got the other end of the deal in one of his big, meaty hands. The symbols of his master engraved into his collar would tell the owner of this stall all she'd need to know regarding this transaction. He knocks upon one of the wooden posts. The dull thunk is easily heard over the din and bustle of the market, and the general grumpy glare he's got on his face is enough to intimidate most. Of course, such a glare could be him giving the woman working the anvil a thoughtful look. It's kind of hard to tell, really.
Karleen perked her head up as her ears twitched in the direction of the knocking. She blinks a few times to help adjust herself after a particularly spark-filled smack of her hammer. She snorts at him and holds up her hammer in a gesture to wait a moment. She gives the metal she's working a few more powerful hits with her hammer before picking it up and setting it aside. It's unclear exactly what she's working on, but she seems satisfied with the piece of metal she's molded thus far.
She hangs her hammer up on a hook before dusting her hands off onto her apron. She then pulls a stray flaxen strand of hair out from infront of her face and places it behind one of her equine ears. She has her hair pulled back whilst in work mode, it seems, done up in a ponytail, funnily enough. Her actual tail swishes behind her as she places her hands on her hips and looms over the shorter horse, eyeing him up and down.
She chews on her bottom lip for a moment as her forge flickers in the background, her eyes a tad watery for a moment before she blinks it away. "Agapios?" She asked. It had to be him. That pattern on his fur is so rare and unforgettable. And no two of his breed have the same patterns. She was no genius but she could recall someone she spent a majority of her childhood with. She takes a deep whiff soon after saying his name in a questioning tone. Sure smelled like him, that's for certain.
"It's been so long..." She mutters, a smile forming on her face. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again, to be honest, hun." She moves as if to hug him but then then chuckles to herself, placing a couple thick fingers on her muzzle. "Oh. Right. You might not even recognize me. Back when I left the farm I was such a scrawny thing. You were always so much bigger than me. It's me. Karleen. Sorta went through a growth spurt. Nice, huh?" She smirks and then rolls up her left sleeve to show him a scar on her forearm. "I know it's hard to believe that tiny filly could turn into this giant mare, huh? But I got the scar from when I "fell" into that ditch back when we were kids." She winks at him. "I mean I'm not saying you pushed me but... I think we both know you pushed me."
Yup. Smells just like how she remembers him. His own scent, plus the lingering scent of his owner... and the smattering of other intimate, womanly scents wafting off his crotch. He was a stud, after all - in both the figurative and literal sense. The horseman gives Karleen yet ANOTHER once over when she seems to reconize him. At first, he grimaces, his glare becoming even more pronounced. He flat out stares at her for a good twenty seconds of needlessly intense silence. "Sorry. I'm havin' trouble processin that your taller than me." he says, and there's something half-grunt and half-laugh coming out of his throat shortly after. "Aye. Fuck, I didn't think you'd get to be such a big girl." he snorts as he breaks into a smile.
"I think that short skirt ya had on you at the time was the cause of it. Told ya it would lead to trouble. But I think you were lookin' for trouble anyways." he says, winking back. "Wasn't sure if I'd see ya again. Becoming a smith though? That's a surprise." he says, reaching around to give the larger woman a good, firm hug. He's as strong and as firm as ever. It's like hugging a sun-warmed rock. "Bloody hell, looks like i'm gonna have to be used to bein the short one now. That's gonna take some time."
She snickers to herself as she wraps her arms around him and hugs him back. She gives me a brief nuzzling on the nose with her own snoot before taking a step back. She then folds her arms under her chest with a grin. "Yeah my pa had similar feelings." She shrugs gently before continuing on, "Puberty hit me like, well, an anvil. Just started getting bigger. Muscle was easier to put on and keep on. With exercise n' all that. Certainly get a lot of that considering the job and my frequent visits to the gym."
She then gestures toward her forge with one of her gloved hands. "My pa wanted me to get into something a little more artsy. Didn't even want me at the farm anymore. Said I need to make my own path and all that. You know him... He's protective but he ain't one to spoil. At least not too much." She chuckles softly. "I dunno. The forge just seemed to call to me. Helped that I started getting bigger, too. It's definitely exhausting work." She seems to think for a few moments before turning her head back down to him.
"Sorry. I got a bit carried away, hun. What've you been up to? You look just as good as before. Better even." She spots the collar with a light frown. "Still working for that noble? Not that you have much of a choice I guess." She huffs as she steps over to grab her waterskin off the table. She pops it open as she leans against the table, causing it to creak slightly. She pays it no mind, taking a long sip from her water before settling her gaze back on him. "Oh, I didn't even ask what you were here for. If you're looking for shoes I can probably put them on. The farrier down the road is useless. He can't even lift my shoes. I have to make an appointment a couple weeks in advance so they can get ready. A real shitshow." She rolls her eyes before taking another sip of her water.
"Well, looks like ya got lucky. Or unlucky. Hard to say which it is sometimes, ya know?" he says, resting his own hands upon his hips. "Doesn't look like it knew when to stop. Gym probably helped, though I didn't think ya'd take a strong shine to somethin like that, considerin you don't get that alone from just work." he says, giving Karleen a strong, affirmative nod.
"Farmers oft aren't ones to pamper. No surprises there. Looks like you like working your body till you drop either way, forge or no forge." he says. "Found a callin i'd say."
"Not much choice at all, but it ain't too bad. As i'm gettin older, I'm seein that there's a few perks which let me get away with a few things that your ordinary free fucker couldn't. Course, that shit hinges on me being a favored slave to a noble. Count my lucky stars 'n all that." he grunts, leaning against one of the stout wooden beams across from his childhood friend. "Shoes are fit. The Lady just gave me this and told me to deliver it here. You know how she is sometimes. I'm either picking something up or placing an order. It'll be in there." he says, tossing the package unceremoniously on the table Karleen is leaning against. Eyes flit across her body once more. "Puberty was as good to me as it was ta you. Different reasons for our professions."
She picks up the package with a for a moment, looking it over as she furrows her brow. She shrugs gently before slipping it under her arm and sticking a hand into her pocket. "Yeah. Well I know how it feels to be the scrawniest thing for miles. Not saying it was dreadful necessary. Plenty of people had life way harder, ya' know. It's not like I never wanted to put on some more muscle and weight." She gives one of his pecs a firm poke as she smirks.
"But it just never really stuck. You know me I ate like a pig and could never gain a pound." She reaches over and pulls a lever on her forge with a gloved hand. The construct of metal and stone gurgles and roars for a moment before a hatch slides over the front of it and the flames within dye down to somber embers. She then walks out of the smithy area, butt sashaying left to right as she makes her way to the front door and unlocks it. She gestures toward the display in the window with some amount of pride in her smile.
"Maybe I can make you something, hun. You were training to be a gladiator or something when we were younger right? You still do that stuff?" The display itself is filled with a handful of mannequins of various sizes, dressed up in plates and chainmail. There's even a couple racks filled with weapons, each a well-built specimen with some artsy engravings here and there in places that won't affect performance. "I can make something fresh for you, yeah?" She opens up the door to her shop and steps in, gesturing for him to follow after a bell above the door rings.
She then sets the package down on a counter to the side. The inside of the shop is similar to the display, except more examples of her work can be found. There's a few signs here and there depicting prices, and even copies of such signs that repeat the same information but in other, common languages. She pulls up a couple of chairs from a corner of the room, sliding one over to him before she sits down and leans into her own. They're pretty big chairs, probably meant for someone closer to her and his size. "How long can you stick around, hun? We gotta catch up, ya' know?"
The zebra-man has little to add to her feelings of inadequate scrawniness, so he just gives her a straight up grunt, coupled with a nod in agreement. "Maybe you were eatin the wrong sorta grub." Agapios says. His eyes are drawn like gravity to Karleen's well-built ass. The stallion is quick to stride towards her when she unlocks the door, and a hefty smack of his weighty hand bouncing off the dense flesh of her as meets the ears as he wanders on inside ahead of her.
"I can think of a few things we could make together. Though if we did that, I wonder if it could technically be stealing." he smirks. A wink swiftly follows. "Aye. Already had a few fights. Though the whole gladiator thing was the owner's thing. Best to advertise and all that shit, you know?" he says, rolling his shoulders as he loosens his muscles. "Probably has something in mind for you to make. Wonder what the fuck it might be. Maybe some kinda push-up codpiece?" he says, taking the chair from her and plopping down on his ass. His massive nuts dangle off the seat's rim.
"Eh. She didn't give me a time, though I'd expect I need to be back before she wakes up in the mornin. Technically, this is business, so there's a might bit of leeway here." he smirks. "It's annoyin at times, but other times it's fun trying to figure out exactly what the hell I can get away with."
Her brows shoot up when he gives her a firm smack on her ass, the chestnut furred flesh beneath her pants jiggling faintly. She swings her well brushed tail in the direction of his hand, running brushing his arm briefly with it before she walks away for the chairs.
She looks him over when he's seated, listening to him of course but her eyes are oh so distracted by how well her childhood friend filled out over the years. She then gives him a gentle nod. "It's all above board I'd imagine. No underground fight clubs for you?" She giggles softly to herself before continuing on. "Where do you fight? Maybe I'll come over to watch one of your bouts. Assuming I don't need to pay some outrageous fee to get in. Granted... I'm sure you could get me tickets regardless, yeah? I'd love to see you in action." She takes a deep breath with her wide nostrils before letting it out through her mouth. Her brows then perk up. "Oh. I haven't offered you anything to drink, have I? Did you want something? Water? Iced tea? I always snuck you a pitcher of my ma's iced tea back when we were kids." She snickers gently. "I can't promise it's as good as her's, though. We could go out and get something to eat if you wanted." She smiles, her big brown eyes looking so very hopeful and happy to see her old friend again.
"There's little point to putting me in underground rings when the sanctioned stuff is able to pull in a whole hell of a lot more. Anybody worthwhile who frequents the underground shit is also aware of what goes on above ground." he says as he leans back in the chair. "Fight? Wherever the boss lady wants me to. Arena here. Arena there. Sometimes at a festival. Sometimes the fights are your traditiona kind, and sometimes I'm cramming my dick down the hole of some girl they're having me fuck." he says, finishing it all off with a long, annoyed sigh.
He reflects on her offer, rolling his shoulders and bringing a hand down upon his knee as he drums his fingers upon his leg in thought. "Sure, i'll take some iced tea. But dining? Urgh. That's risking it." he frowns. There's a chew or two on his cheek, and soon the beast is up on his hooves. "Why the fuck not. Though if you might need to end up working at cost. Or at loss. See how it goes. If you're fine with that."
She nods gently. "Oh yeah, I figured you wouldn't do too much of that shady crap. I thought about it once or twice, but to be honest. I make enough as is... Why bother with that nonsense. Oh and it's illegal. That's definitely the main deterrent. But your job sounds pretty exciting for the most part. Mine's challenging to an extent. Making swords for normal sized people takes a certain... Finesse for someone of my stature. Certainly ain't impossible. Just gotta be more careful. Though I get plenty of work from people more our size. They wonder why it's so expensive and I just roll my eyes, and compare the breastplate they ordered to a human sized breastplate. That usually shuts up their complaining." She smirks before getting up and heading to the back room.
She comes back out a few moments later with a tall glass of iced tea, bits of ice bobbing about in the drink. She hands it to him before bending her neck down to give his own neck a little nuzzle with her nose. "I don't mind it one bit. I just need to slip into something a little more appropriate." She gives his chest a gentle pat as she walks by and heads to the upper floor of her building.
She returns a few minutes later wearing a short skirt of a dark purple hue and a plunging white blouse that shows off her quaking breasts. The blouse itself seems to have a faint floral motiff along the the plunging neckline, drawing more attention to her tits and short sleeves that show off her quite athletic arms. Her long, flaxen blond hair is let down from its ponytail and draped across her shoulders and back, a youthful sheen to it. The smell of the forge and her sweat has been replaced completely with the scent of cinnamon and apple pie. Finally, a small black purse lays slung over her shoulder.
Each step down the stairs causes her tits and ass to jostle in their respective bits of clothing. When she's finally back in front of him, she folds her hands neatly in front of her, causing her arms to press against her tits and cause her cleavage to overflow out of her shirt. "Right then. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." She swishes her flaxen blonde tail behind her for a few seconds as she stands there, letting him drink in her appearance. She then turns her head toward the door. "Come on, let's go. I'm sure you'll be fine the way you are." She says and she starts making her way for the exit of the shop. She stops pushing up her tits with her arms, letting one arm drop to her side whilst placing her other hand on the strap of the purse.
"Were you in the mood for anything in particular?" She asks as she heads toward the door. When she makes her way for the door, he gets a great view of that purple skirt trying to cover up that chestnut furred ass of hers that sways from side to side with each step. It does an okay job, though he can clearly see flashes of the purple thong she's wearing underneath, that purple being a few shades lighter than her skirt. There's no doubt if she bends over or moves a little too fast that she'll get a round of applause from anyone in the room that loves a good ass or mare pussy. Granted at her height, she's probably flashing that thong devouring cunt to most passersby.
Agapos snorts. "Yeah. Some people are idiots for thinking metalwork will cost the same, specially if you're the kind to go for some of the more classical coverage. Save a lotta fuckin money going for the enchanted gear. Works just as well, till somebody comes at you with nullsteel. Though if ya banked on something that boosts your reflexes, they still gotta hit you first." he says.
The horseman waits patiently for Karleen to return, and graciously accepts the glass of iced tea when she offers it. He quietly nurses the drunk when the woman wanders up the stairs to change. The horseman rises from his seat as she gets ready, slowly wandering around the the room and taking in the little sights. Inspecting armor and equipment she's left out, the quality of the buildings construction, and the assorted works. His tail swishes behind him, and for a while, the only sounds are the clops of his hooves, the heavy slaps of his low-slung balls against his thighs, and the swish of his tail.
And then Karleen's down the stairs, flaunting her goods. The horseman's brows furrow, and it looks like he's glaring once more. He downs the rest of the iced tea as she sashays her way over to the door. He can hear the cheeks of her ass grinding aginst one another, as well as those heavy horse-tits clapping against eachother whenever she moves just so. The imagery, the scent wafting from under her skirt, and the sounds have a good foot of his veiny ebon horsedick erupting from his sheath in no time flat.
In no time flat, he's pushed her up against the front door, one of his meaty fingers sinking into her ass as he hooks her thong aside and plunges his thumb into her puckered doughnut. "If you're going to flaunt that hard, you might as well let me pump a load into you before we leave." he says, twisting his hand around until he's managed to force his first two fingers into her musky horsecunt. "I know you had problems trying to fit me into your tight little holes when we were kids. Trying to make up for some lost time?
Her flaxen brows shoot up rather comically when he pushes her up against the door, and a blush quickly forms on her cheeks. She doesn't seem to protest the maneuver but she does let out a snort from her equine nostrils. "If you break my door, you're going to pay for it to be fix-." She's cut off when he plunges a fat finger into her doughnut, the plump flesh clenching down on the intruder as soon as he enters. He goes from easily entering her backdoor to it now bearing down on him tightly.
"Mmmmf." She bites on her lower lip as she pushes her hips into his hand, her tits pressing firmly against the wooden door. She reaches over to grab hold of the edge of the doorway to steady herself as she spreads her legs for him, her heavy hooves thumping against the ground as she does so. Her musky mare scent just gets stronger once he's got his fingers inside her and her thick legs are spread apart. Any movement of his fingers is met with a lewd, wet squelching. Seems she's already pretty wet, which isn't all that surprising considering the beefy stallion she's been with for the past hour, not to mention the fact he's finger fucking her.
"Mmm. Yeah, hun. I couldn't fit you no matter what back then. I didn't even have tits. You're a real cutie for still hanging out with me even though I was lacking a lot back then." She turns her head to smile down at him, the blush still on her cheeks. She rolls her hips back at him, swallowing more of his fingers into her holes if he hasn't fully plunged them in yet. "Now? Oh, I could definitely hilt you and then some. Hell I could probably take your whole fist up my ass." She stamps a hoof on the ground. "Come on, hun. Let's see what you can do with that little cock of yours."
The horseman narrows his eyes. "Karleen. I think you've neglected to consider that my dick has not only grown WITH me, but that it's also always been longer than my forearm." Agapios says as he hooks his thumb inside the mare's ass and slowly pulls his fat digit out. As the moments go by, inch after inch of thick, rigid stallion fuckmeat spills out of his sheath. At it's thickest, it probably gives his beefy forearms a run for their money. He plops over two feet of cervix-destroying real estate between Karleen's fat ass and rags the entire length of his tumid duckstick down across her eager doughnut. Thick veins bounce off her clenched ass and part her musky twat until his bulky flare is pressed right up against her awaiting pucker.
Fuck, he's thick. He's packing, even for your typical stallion. And then he's mashing his drooling prick against Karleen's asshole, and begins to spread her ass wide, using the rim of his flare to make the entry easier. Yes. He's going in dry. Yeah, there's a bit of ache as his sheer girth splits her ass wide, forcing her entire colon to stretch around each and every inch of his throbbing horsehood like a surgeons' glove. Every vein. Every inch. Every jerking twitch of his spasming cock, and every sharp sway as he takes a step forward and his pendulous nuts heave underneath his well-muscled legs. He starts slow, but soon he's forcing the inches further into her gut with strong, purposeful thrusts. Every lunge causes the wood of her shop to protest - but it's a sturdy place, built for a sturdy girl. It would take much, much more than the pair of them to do any real damage to the place.
"I have to wonder. You aim on getting to be such a big girl so that you could hope to take a dick like mine someday? You really got yourself off just by beating me off when we were kids."
She snickers to herself at his remark. "Mhm, hun. I'm sure it has. But I think I can handle it. After all, I am bigger than you now." She lets out a moan as he pulls his thumb out of her rump-hole. "Though I gotta admit you'll be bigger than most of my recent partners. It's hard to find someone who can properly... Mmmf. Please a woman of my size." She waggles her butt as he grinds his shaft against her eager pucker, she even shudders each time a particularly fat vein slams into the sensitive hole.
"Oh yeah, you definitely got bigger, hun. I'll handle it don't you worry... Doubt any of the sluts you usually bang can handle a cock like I can." She turns her head to the side so he can watch a low moan drip from her lips when he spreads her asshole with his flared tip and plunges into her. She winces just a little, brown eyes shut and ass contracting as he enters her. She loosens up after the initial plunge spreads her. "Damn..." She mutters to herself as he continues to shove inch after inch of stallion dick into her waiting mare butt.
While a little painful at first, she seems to be fitting him like a champ. Sure she's a bit tight but it wouldn't be fun if she were super loose. Though when one of his fat veins hits a really sensitive spot, he can feel her tight butt get even tighter as she lets out a moan. Soon after it relaxes, letting him shove more meat into her. Her ass devours his cock like a cum-starved slut, taking every single inch up until he hilts her. Though she's certainly well filled when he does hilt her, and he may even make her stomach bulge from his sheer size. "Gods that's good. I can't remember the last time I was this full." She says before glancing over her shoulder, and stifling a moan. "Mmm. Hilted already?" She teases him, smirking. She then lets out a giggle as her ass clenches hard on him. Her mare pussy does the same, dripping her equine lube onto the wooden floor below. "Oh... I mean why wouldn't I? I liked you a lot after all and I felt so bad not able to please you properly. I was just glad you let me try with my hands. I hope it was at least a little fun on your side. Maybe I did get this big just to take your dick. Maybe I've outgrown your dick." She teases again, running a hand through her hair to straighten it out before using the same hand to slap one of her ass cheeks and buck against his cock. The other hand continues to firmly grip the doorway of course.
He hasn't even bottomed out inside Karleen, and her abdomen's already bulging out as his gigantic fuckstick is slowly pounded up her gut. "I don't think it takes much to please a slut like you. I think you just wanted to be bigger so you can cram a wider variety of dicks up your holes." he grunts as his hips crash against her fat ass. Soon, the dry, fleshy thumps of assfucking and the lewd sounds of sloshing balls bouncing off flesh begin to fill the room. He reaches one of his hands and sinks his fingers into one of her fat mare tits and pulls it free from her dress as he roughly mauls it with his hand.
"I swear you have some kind of cow in your bloodline. These are some fucking udders you've grown." he snorts. "I fuck a lot of eager sluts. Some are for breeding. Some are fangirls with enough cash. Some are the ones I beat in the arena. Others are for private shows. Trust me when I say a lot of em handle dick well." he says, giving Karleen's ass a healthy swat. "Maybe you should just start dropping your trousers and bending over. Give me a proper greeting like some of my fangirls do. Try and tempt me to give em a good rut."
"I'd be surprised if you managed to outgrow a dick." he fires back. His pace is even. Measured. Unrelenting. Rough. It's clear he's devoting a good chunk of his bulk to shoving his flared prick as deep into her ass as it will go. Fuck, he's already remodeled the first bend in her colon and made it a might bit longer. "You haven't felt this full in a while? You've never fucked some of those pleasure-bred draft horses a block down? I find that hard to believe." he says, crashing his hips into her ass and holding the position as he mashes her body against the doorway. The stallion is strong - even though she's got a lot of weight on him, he may very well still be able to give her a run for her money. "I bet you started forgework just so you could make yourself a set of dildos, didn't you?"
She lets her tongue roll out of her mouth as he ruts into her. Hot, moist breath exiting her lips each time he slams into her and she lets out a huff and a moan. The door shakes and shudders as the two equines fuck on it, each of his thrusts slams her body against the wooden construct. She twists her body just a tad to give him easier access to groping her tits. Consequently her other tit, popped free from his cloth confines, presses firmly against the small window on the door. Her erect, chocolate brown nipple free for the world to see.
She doesn't seem to care though. The fact the world outside her shop can see her fat nipple is so far from her mind right now. The smell of sweat and musk fills the air the two rut, her slavering mare cunt dripping with excitement and his musky virile scent mixing with her own. Her chestnut takes on a light sheen as she starts to sweat as she gets into it. She places her other hand on the other side of the door frame and grips it tightly, digging her hoof-like nails into the wood as she grunts loudly.
She's certainly not a passive lover when it comes to someone who can actually handle her immense bulk, it seems. Her body seems eager to accommodate his fat, virile cock as he finds it easy to shape it for his stallionhood's pleasure. Though Karleen herself seems to have really gotten into this rut with her childhood friend, no doubt something that's been a fantasy for her since the first time she gave him a handjob. She takes her tongue back into her muzzle and chews on her lower lip as she shuts her eyes. She grips the frame tighter as she starts to buck back into the mighty stallion. He doesn't even get to fully thrust his cock into her as her fat, chestnut ass meets him halfway, squishing into his pelvis with undeniable force. Each roll of her hips into his crotch seems stronger than the last as the muscle on her body tenses from the exertion. She lets out a heady grunt-like moan with every powerful thrust that meets an equally strong buck of her hips. She even seems to be making it more difficult on the both of them as she clenches her ass cheeks and rumphole tightly, enveloping each of his thrusts in chestnut furred ass fat and making it a struggle to get through that clenching doughnut.
"Oh, fuck yeah hun!" She yells back. "Rut me harder you stud. I've been waiting for this for so long. Mmmmf." She moans aloud. "Give me every last inch of that stallion cock!" She punctuates the demand with a particularly brutal smack of her ass against his pelvis. Might even leave a bruise. Afterwards she just bears down on him all the harder, pushing her muscled weight into his own.
With her legs spread for him there's little doubt that his thrusts are swinging those sloshing nuts of his right into her mare cunt, slapping into the swollen lips and causing their juices to smatter all across both their thighs. If one were to look outside there would probably be a small gaggle of pedestrians, watching the door. Listening to the groaning of the wood and loud grunting of Karleen followed by the wet, sexual smacks of their organs slapping into each other.
The horny mare working her already tight pucker really gets Agapios going. A few more minutes of butt-based brutality and she can feel the dick lodged deep inside her ass jerk upwards. The stud's aching fuckstick begins to writhe inside her gut as he grinds his hips against her ass, practically stirring her insides around. He seems determined to be as deep inside her as possible, and any wayward thrusts are kept sharp and short. His balls jerk upwards, and soon a heat begins to build within her abdomen as he dumps wad after wad of creamy ball butter deep inside her posterior. She can feel it oozing past the first bend, filling her belly. Her large frame only results in a slight bulging of the abdomen, but there's still several rancid ropes of off-white fucksauce oozing past her well-worked asshole.
The stallion remains buried within her body for a few moments, waiting for his flare to die down just enough before he pulls out. He's still near full mast, but his fat dick has is just soft enough that it's not too much of an issue to get his semi-engorged flare out past her doughnut. A wet, squelching pop rings out through the room when he pulls free, and the wet splatter of large, chunky gobs hitting the floor fills the air scant moments before his raunchy smell starts to saturate the room. Fuck, he's got quite the scent - the fucksauce he's pumped into her ass must have been fermenting in the bottom of his nuts for weeks. The stuffs practically cheese and carries a mild, yellow tint! The mare's likely going to be steadily dripping the Stallion's potent cum behind her for the rest of the night.
He grabs a towel she'd discarded, and gives his thigh a quick rub-down. The tightness of her ass practically cleaned his own dick off, so the attention he spends on that is comparatively minor. He swats her rear end with the towel, wiping the cum off her prodigious asscheeks, but leaving her well-fucked pucker alone. When he slips the thong back into place, you can barely call it modest considering it barely manages to cover the center of her donut.
"That'll do for now. Buy me something to eat, and I'll let you get give me a good and proper suckin under the table." he snorts.