{"sf1_id":1240587,"sf2_id":"q1xLap21","title":"In The Barn","author":"zanian","words":1664,"posted_at":"2017-09-24T17:47:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bareback","Bestiality","Feral","Fox","Horse","Male/Male","Oral","Zoophilia"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1240587-in-the-barn","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xLap21","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7d/1c/7d1ccb72-8fb8-46f7-92e9-87047d75cbd0","description":"","content":"It was a moonless night, one where the dance of the shadows had engulfed the stars in their obscurity. It was a still moment, with no howling winds breaking the mantle that had fallen on the world  \nFor Zack, this was the perfect time to act before someone would catch him in the act. He had no intention of arousing suspicion, not when he could go on with his plan without anyone knowing about it.  \nAlthough he was a fox, his constitution offered him few advantages for this sort of task, aside from his ability to reach his destination at a muffled pace which, he had to admit, was quite useful in the present situation.  \nHis lantern at his side, ligthing his path, it didn't take long for him to find the entrance of the building he was seeking. The fact that it was not the first time he went there made traveling on this path a bit easier.  \nIn front of him stood a solid door. He knew that it was locked, but this obstacle was not an element that was going to stop him. He could have wasted time picking its lock, but since he possessed a copy of the key, there was no need to do such a thing.  \nLooking around, he took his time to open the door at a slow, steady pace to make sure that the wood would not creak as he entred the building, closing it behind him with the same precautions.  \nThe strong smell of hay soon filled his lungs as he started moving again. It was a pleasant smell, one that was to be expected from a barn that was well-maintened, a smell that he had learned to appreciate with time.  \nObserving his surroundings, he took a moment to familiarize himself with the enviromnent, although there was little new to learn this time, before hanging his lantern on a nail near a stall. The light it would emit would be enough for what he had in mind.  \nStanding near the stall, he waited a moment. After all, this was just the beginning, and he had to give the one he came to see enough time to arrive. This would also give him time to prepare himself for what was about to happen...  \nIt didn't take long for the one he was waiting for to show up at what was now their usual, yet secret meeting place. With the secret that bound them together, there was no need to tell anybody else about it and ruin it.  \nPoking its head out of the stall, a stallion was now looking at him. As dark as the night, with a mane of the purest ivory, it was a beautiful and powerful beast, one that was cherished by its owner and by people working there.  \nLosing himself in the animal's deep blue eyes for a moment, he was snapped out of his trance by a familiar sound, one that he learned to anticipate with excitment as the experiences added up in his mind. While he was lost in his contemplation, the stallion was trying his best to open the door of the stall without success.  \nSmiling, he fiddled with the lock for a moment before succeding at opening it. Although he didn't want to rush it, he knew that it was best for the both of them if he would not delay such a simple task. Without a word, he entered the stall, the horse letting him pass without moving a muscle.  \nHe caressed the horse's left flank for a moment, feeling the warm pulse of life coursing through it. Although he could have continued in this endeavor for quite a while, he knew that there was something more important to do before he would have to return.  \nFeeling arousal surge through him, he started removing his clothing with a calculated haste. He didn't want his lover to wait too long for him to be prepared as he was the only one wearing clothes in the building at the moment.  \nTossing them aside without caring where they would land, he turned his attention toward the stallion once more. Caressing its flanks once again, he could feel his loins stir, his member slowly engorging itself as the images of their passion echoed in his mind. However, he knew that he wasn't the one setting the dynamic between them.  \nIt didn't take long for him to notice that the stallion himself was getting in the same state, aware that the presence of the fox only meant one thing in the current situation, a fact that made their engagement easier in the long run.  \nDropping on his knees, he put his hands on the horse's hardening shaft. The warm, pulsating flesh was a welcome sensation, one that he came to crave with time, unequalled by anything else.  \nCaressing it at a gentle pace, he had to moderate his passion - there was no need to rush things and to spoil the entire experience. He wasn't here to just spend a few minutes before leaving in the dark, unable to fulfill the goal that he had set for himself.  \nThere was also the fact that this lover would not appreciate such a lack of attention. Although he never tried to do such a thing, he had the terrible feeling that the stallion would remember his haste and would make him realize his folly, when he would come to see him next time.  \nKissing the tip, he licked it for a moment, letting the flavors dance on his palate. Musky and strong, there was little in his known universe that could equal the experience that he was going through.  \nWith a grin, he moved away from the member, ready for what was going to happen next. However, it required for him to take a certain position or the entire process would not be as pleasant. Sure, the horse would not mind, but he had to find his pleasure too...  \nAlthough a bench would have made their union easier, sneaking it inside each time would have been a waste as well as a greater risk of detection, leaving him with only one option. Getting up, he pressed himself on the side of the stall, presenting himself.  \nIt didn't take long for for the horse to take the offer, placing its hooves on the top sides of the stall, his large shaft rubbing against the tailhole of the waiting, impatient, trepidating fox.  \nClosing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he could feel the stallion tensing up as he tried to penetrate him. All he could do for now was to relax, so his lover would be able to continue without any problems.  \nAs the tip rubbed against him, he moved his rear at a slow pace. He was determined to feel the cock inside him, to give himself to the passion and the breeding fury of the beast that was on top of him.  \nWith a powerful thrust, the stallion penetrated the fox, making him gasp as he did so. Although it was not the first he was being used in such a way, the first thrust was always a surprise. Not an unpleasant surprise though, since it was a sensation that he craved.  \nHolding on to the stall, he braced himself for the rhythm of what was about to start, even though he would have loved to stay in this position for a while. To feel this large shaft in him, even if it was a brief moment... he wanted to imprint this sensation in his mind so it would never leave him.  \nAs he clenched, the horse started pounding him, the need for breeding overwelming any other possible desire that could have existed before. The fox was his mare and there little else he needed. It was persistent and tight, making it easier for him.  \nEach thrust of the proud stallion was pushing him hard against the wall, making him moan and gasp each time a movement was made. His body followed the rhythm, as if he was a sleeve for the shaft inside him.  \nBut this was not a fact that bothered him at all. To feel the member fill and stretch him, to experience such passion... each night was a dream coming true, that would never get dull or repetitive.  \nAlthough he wanted it to last forever, he could feel that the horse's pace was accelerating, a clear sign that it would soon be time for him to leave. However, he wanted to enjoy the moment as much as he could...  \nStroking himself, his hand followed the pace, determined to reach his orgasm at the same time as his equine lover would reach it. He wanted to be a good mare, to be an obedient one, after all...  \nBiting down, he felt the beast deliver powerful and deeper thrusts, its shaft claiming everything that he could offer to it, no resistance erecting itself in the path of its conquering penis.  \nWith a loud whine, the stallion gave a final push before flooding the fox's insides with copious amounts of his essence, making his stomach swell a bit, just enough to give him the impression that he was pregnant.  \nAs the warm jets of semen started to fill him, he stroked himself at a vigorous pace, pleasure and passion swirling in his mind. The sensations soon overcame him, making him ejaculate with force.  \nCaressing his stomach with one hand, he waited for the horse to remove his member, although there was no rush for it. This was a pleasant situation where their bodies made one, basking in the afterglow.  \nAs the stallion removed his shaft and moved away from the stall wall, he approached it and caressed its flanks for a moment before reaching for its head, a signal that was well received this time.  \nKissing his equine lover gently, he started picking up his clothes, already planning their next passionate night... \n\n  \n  \n  \n\n"}