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Dirty Breeding Pt. 2

"Back again so soon?" The owner asked as I walked through the door into a normal-looking farmhouse. She knew why I was there; I had booked my return visit before I had even left from my last session. She just wanted to tease me, and knew I liked it.

I blushed at her playfulness, not yet really coming to terms with my newfound explorations. "Well, normal doesn't quite cut it after a session with him..." I said, and smiled meekly. She simply nodded in knowing acceptance, offering her hand.

"Come, we have everything set up for you. You're all that's missing!"

She gingerly led me out back, into the warm summer air smelling faintly of the animals housed in the barn the a few hundred feet away. Simply the memory of what happened to me the last time I was in there made my loins stir, the pungent and soft aroma of feral animals ticking my senses more and more as we approached. The owner's voice pulled me from my fog of pleasure.

"Sorry, could you repeat that? I was... Lost in my thoughts." I said, my heart starting to thump.

"Already excited, eh? Don't worry, we'll take care of you." She said, patting my back reassuringly. "I was just confirming your appointment. You wanted Celerion again, which isn't a surprise, but let me just confirm what you wrote down... Was it, 'surprise me with an intense experience I won't forget'?" There was a hint of deviousness in her voice.

My heart skipped a beat, and I met her crystal stare for only a moment before I blushed and looked down at my footpaws hurriedly. "W-well, I was feeling, uh, a little more adventurous after last time..." I stammered out, continuing to walk towards the barn with her, not sure if my courage for a more 'intense' experience had kept up with me. I mean, what could be 'more intense' than taking 27 inches of feral donkey up my tail?

"Well, we can surely deliver that for you. What we have planned for today is a first for us, but we know your body is able to handle it from the information we've collected and what more you've provided us. There will be more staff on hand should anything go wrong, but rest assured, we also have professional medical personnel on site should anything out of our league happen. They also will be watching, naturally. I hope this is acceptable." She finished, as we finally reached the barn doors. She slid one open and we both stepped inside, the warmth of the structure and the earthy smell of hay and animals filled my senses, making my head swoon slightly with the sudden inrush.

"Ooh... Um, yes, that should be fine." I blurt out, not really able to recall her last few sentences through the haze in my head as she led me over to the side of the barn, where a small table with some paperwork was laid out. I noticed the amount of people in the barn with us; at least seven or eight, not including the owner and I.

"Sign here, and here for me. Initial here, and print your full name here. Date where it says, and an emergency contact." She instructed, outlining multiple documents and pages that I needed to fill out. Liability waivers, I thought; this may be more than I bargained for...

With my paws beginning to shake with a mixture of fear and anticipation, I filled them out to her instructions, and handed everything back to her. She nodded after looking over the paperwork to signal everything was in order, smiling at me brightly and handing me a small medical-looking bottle of liquid.

"Drink this. Your 'surprise' experience won't be possible without it. If you really want me to I can explain what it is, but that would ruin the surprise. Your choice, my boy." She questioned, waiting for my response.

I thought about it hard. The warring emotions within me; trust, fear, excitement, anticipation. Which to follow?

After a few seconds, I tilted my head back and gulped down the liquid without a word. The smile on her face when I finished the bottle was thrilling, and she seemed about as excited as I was for this. I handed the bottle back without a word, and she gently took my paw and began to lead me into the main area of the barn.

In the center of it was the familiar padded wooden stand I had been bent over the last time I had a session with Celerion. Shackles, cuffs and chains, all bolted into the cement floor. The familiar wooden beam was situated above it, too, marred with marks and gauges that reflected its use, heavy lag bolts fastening it securely to the foundation. The nylon and leather hammock that took the weight of the beast's bellies was positioned directly behind it, just like before.

Though, I noticed something strange about the stand this time, in that it had been inverted. Instead of the bar and hammock being situated above the end that supported my head, they now lay above the end of the stand that hiked into my hips. But, I thought, that would put my muzzle right into...

I froze in my tracks, eyes wide. I felt a cold chill run through my fur and my heart thump through my ears. I turned to the owner with panic in my eyes, and saw her little smile, gently concealing her excitement for the session. I opened my muzzle to ask her to explain it all to me, that I wasn't feeling quite up to this, but only a meek exhale and whimper escaped my throat. My tongue felt sluggish, too, unable to maintain position in my maw. Saliva began to pool behind my lips, but I couldn't swallow, and I pressed my lips shut to hold back the embarrassing possibility of drooling uncontrollably in front of all these people, regardless of their profession.

That liquid must have been a numbing agent, I thought in my head. The reversed stand, a numbing for my throat and mouth; it became obvious to me now that their 'surprise session' was to have the jack mount my muzzle and thrust himself into my gullet!

I wasn't moving. My eyes spelled panic to anyone that looked into them. The owner reached the stand and turned back around to me, her smile of excitement quickly turning to concern as she saw my eyes, and padded back over to me to take my paw in hers.

"I see you've figured it out, and are less excited than we had hoped. But we've done everything! There's nothing to be afraid of; you can take it without injury. We've had multiple meetings with medical professionals on the subject, discreetly of course, and they all agree that everything will be fine. Celerion's flare will rest in your stomach and we won't let him pull out until it has receded, hence the more staff on site for this one." She looked into my eyes and said, with absolute honesty, "You'll be okay."

I judged the situation for a bit longer. One side of me was terrified of the proposition, while the other was enthralled and curious by it all. What would it feel like to have a liter of semen pumped directly into my stomach... To feel that slick shaft pulse through my throat... Or his huge, tennis ball sized balls slap into my chin...

The throbbing in my loins won, and I cautiously began to take steps towards to stand again, the owner's warm paws pressed against mine the whole way there. My legs felt weak, like I was walking on air in a dream, as the excitement and fear began to overwhelm me.

The staff around the room began to work on their assigned duties, some of them fiddling with the stand and its multitude of cuffs and chains, and others with stalls on either side of the barn. The owner began to pull on the sleeves of my shirt, and I raised my arms to allow it to slip off of me, my bare fur flooded with the warm air of the barn.

"Do you want to be naked, or leave your shorts on?" I was asked. If I was going to with it, I might as well go all the way, I thought, and unfastened my belt and button of my shorts before unzipping and forcing myself to slip them off. For the first time I noticed I had been enjoying the anticipation more than I realized, as my underwear was well soaked around my groin. I sighed hard through my nose and hooked my thumbs into either side, forcing myself to shrug them from my hips as my rump and package was opened to everyone's eyes, the fur around my sheath damp from my excitement. I blushed hard but retained my composure as the owner happily folded my clothes and moved them to the table the paperwork sat on towards the front of the barn.

I was gently led around the other end of the stand and pressed into position, leaned into the padding as I allowed the staff to do their work, legs being gently spread as the plush leather cuffs were fastened firmly to my ankles and my wrists were locked to the stand itself, directly under me. I rested my muzzle against the padding and reflected upon my position.

Here I am again, I thought, doing something I thought I'd never do. In front of all this staff, naked, spread and bound, displaying my submissiveness. But this is what they do, I thought, this is what they signed on for. They see this all the time, and while I may be the first to take a jack orally, I'm not the first they've seen in this position. I knew I was just trying to rationalize it myself, but it did make me feel better, at least.

I heard a latex glove being snapped on, and felt a hand press against my right shoulder. "Open up," I heard, and looked up to see one of the staff with a large ring gag. Since I didn't have any control over my jaw, it would make sense they wouldn't want my teeth to hurt Celerion. I unpursed my lips but couldn't do much more for the man, but he took the initiative to slip his fingers between my teeth and gently pry open my jaw, the accumulated saliva stringing from my muzzle down onto the pad of the stand, slipping in rivulets onto the floor of the barn. I could feel the clinking of the metal against my teeth, the sound ringing in my head as he slipped the large ring behind my canine teeth, wrapping the leather strap around my ears and fastening it tightly around the back of my head. My tongue spilled out, uncontrolled, through the ring and drooped almost comically out of the front of my muzzle, droplets of saliva trailing off of it every second.

I heard the staff member leave, replaced with the soft footfalls of the owner as she knelt down beside me. "You'll need to breathe through your nose when he's in you. The anesthetic has affected only your muscles, so your gag reflex won't trigger and you'll be as malleable as possible, but you will still be able to taste and feel everything. There shouldn't be any pain but realize that it will definitely be an unfamiliar and probably uncomfortable sensation for a bit, until you get used to it. Just remember, breathe through your nose. Understood?" She said, asking for my confirmation. I nodded and she rubbed my back lightly before moving away, leaving my vision simply staring down into the middle of the barn, all the staff situated behind me and out of my vision.

I heard a metal latch being slid across and a heavy stall door thrown open, followed by the heavy thuds of hooves on the barn floor. They moved up my right side, each clap sending vibrations through the cement with their force, and smelled Celerion's familiar earthy aroma before I ever even saw him. I saw one of the staff pulling on a lead as they brought the jack out in front of me, his form just as massive and commanding as the day I first had a session with him, his balls bouncing tightly between his hind legs as he was walked down the barn in front of me, led to a stall nearer to the far end of the barn.

His attention immediately shifted, the heavy grunts and inhales through his nostrils audible to me even this far away from him as his thick sheath engorged and the velvety black member began to snake from the equine's belly. He quickly brought himself to full mast, my heart pounding hard in my chest and my loins tingling as he slapped the ebony length up against his belly, the wet noise echoing through the barn before it relaxed and swung lewdly between his hind legs.

Satisfied with his teasing, the handler pulled on Celerion's lead, breaking his attention away from the teasing jenny to walk him back over to the stand. It's going to happen now, I think to myself; I'm the next event for him. My heart is pounding in my chest as my body shakes lightly, fear and excitement mixing into devilish pleasure, my tip dripping pre onto the ground between my shackled hind legs.

Celerion's hooves echo in the barn, his length enough that I can see tip swinging free of his belly on either side of him, little drips of pre slinging off from the feral cock as he's walked up to my opened muzzle. The huge head leans down and sniffs me curiously, his hot breath washing over me in waves as the enormous body inhales and exhales into my fur, causing me to tense up and grip the post, more than a little intimidated by the equine from just his stature alone. His scent returns to batter my nose, the pungent feral aroma now tinged with sharp musk that radiated from his hind legs as he lifts his head, curls back his upper lip and sees me, once again, as a mare to breed.

I can see the handler tugging on his lead, clicking commandingly, before the huge body suddenly lifts onto his hind legs and surges over my head, hooves clattering for balance in front of me. My breaths start to come quick and shallow, my heart running in wild panic as the jack's huge belly towers over my head and I feel the crash of his chest against the beam through the floor. The wall of white donkey belly suddenly turns to the most glorious and terrifying image I had ever seen in my life as the jack mounted fully, bringing the inside of his thighs inline with my muzzle. The heavy balls swung beneath the jack's sheath that sprouted the thick base of his slick black member, his belly and thighs coming to meet at its root. The tip swung menacingly only inches from my numbed muzzle, and like looking down a mountain from the peak, his length seemed both thicker and longer than I had ever remembered. The rigid length sits only a few inches from my terrified eyes as I'm forced to see every ridge, every pulsing vein along its slick and velvety length, from his large mushroom tip to the pronounced medial ring, to the girthy base that silently promised to rest just inside my lips within the minute.

My eyes did their best to savor the view, but began to water from the sharp musk that poured from the package that now only sat inches from them. The smell was overwhelming and overrode everything else in the barn, the smell of feral donkey jack cock entwining with every fur of my body, sticking to me and marking me as his territory.

That jack's instincts began to take over, and he prodded his hips forward with a light grunt in an attempt to find his mark. The tip was pushed into my cheek, outside of the ring, mushing his head into my fur and staining it with a jet of pre before giving his hips another light roll forwards, slipping it off my cheek and over my shoulder with a wet slap. I felt the heat of it radiate through my fur and closed my eyes, now certain that the power to change my fate is out of my hands, and simply accept the inevitable as the jack's body worked with fervor and heat above me.

I opened my eyes to the sight of his sheath and balls only six or so inches from my chin, the glossy skin only making my body produce more saliva as it continued to roll off my tongue and lips, staining my neckfur and dampening my lower jaw before pattering to the floor, the fluid obviously going to be used as the sole lubricant for this session with the jack.

Unsatisfied with his first thrusts, the jack rolled his hips back with more intensity and determination, sliding his length back along my shoulder and bringing to tip in front of my muzzle once more, but still off to the side. Suddenly a gloved hand joined my vision, grabbing the pulsing shaft halfway up, and another hand rested on the back of my neck.

I heard an unfamiliar voice say into my ear, "Get ready," and my mind seared white hot with anticipation, adrenaline pouring into my system. The gloved hand aligned the huge length with my opened and relaxed jaw, and with my head inclined upwards against the padded stand, my throat and gullet made the perfect analog to a jenny's body. The hand held the shaft in place, the jack's movements pressing and kissing his tip against my limp tongue a few times. It tasted slightly salty, like a very fine layer of sweat and feral fluids, but I didn't have much time to think on it as the jack suddenly gave a roll of his hips and the tip slid hard along my tongue with a squelch, forcing my eyes wide as he slipped an inch behind the ring holding my jaws open, the tip pressing into the inside of my cheeks slightly.

His taste was like his smell, hot and earthy, the flesh indeed slightly salty but not at all unpleasant; just grungy, as you would expect from a feral donkey jack. His large tip took up a lot of room in my muzzle, the flesh pulsing lightly on my tongue, promising an experience I definitely won't forget. With my hot breath spilling over his tip and the wet interior of my maw enveloping him, the jack gave over to his instinct. The jack's weight shifted to his hind legs, causing him to readjust in the supports, and I felt the grip on the back of my neck press down firmly while the gloved hand guiding Celerion's member left my vision. Here it comes, I thought over the pounding of my heart, and braced myself for whatever unknown sensations an equine forcing himself down my throat would bring. The jack grunted, and I saw his hips push forward from the best seat in the house as he obscenely slipped his tip from my tongue to my throat in one smooth motion, the wet schluck easily audible to me as my saliva lubricated the flesh as it parted the very beginning to my throat, the pulsing tip now resting in the very back of my muzzle.

Like the previous session, I heard a clop of his hooves as he began his thrust, stepping forward to brutally pry my body open to sheathe himself four inches further inside his 'mare' with a roll of his haunches. My claws raked hard against the wood of the stand, my eyes scrunching shut in the face of his pounding hips as a heavy glurk emanated from my open jaw, his tip pushing past the entrance to my throat and wedging itself halfway down my neck. I thrashed instinctually against him, the hand on my neck not letting me rip away from the jack's penetration as his shaft pulsed hotly against my tongue, the slick flesh of his member allowing him to effortlessly slip down my throat with the amount of force he put into the thrust. I could feel the slight press of his cockhead bulging out my skin halfway down my neck, unknown and terrifying sensations flooding my brain.

I opened my eyes momentarily amid my panic, and stared against the jack's muscular inner thighs, between which his sheath and massive cock speared into my muzzle. I sat in stunned fear as I saw just how much more he was going to ram into me; I wasn't even halfway to his medial ring yet. I saw the donkey's body begin working again, ramping up to a second heavy thrust, and shut my eyes, a few tears running down my cheeks involuntarily from the raping of my throat.

I heard a heavy grunt from the donkey's head over my back, my body going white cold under my fur as another round of clopping hooves broke the quiet of the barn, and the jack speared his haunches hard forward a second time to a wet, meaty thud, the squelch of saliva and pre lubricating his heavy member echoing on the concrete floor as he slammed it another five inches into my body, the slowly widening tip forcing itself nearly to the base of my neck.

I felt tunnel vision begin to creep up on me, my body not getting any air as the jack mated my esophagus. Amid the haze of guttural sensation, I remembered the owner's words to breath through my nose, and made all the effort I could to suck in a breath. Even around the huge, slick feral flesh lodged in my throat I managed some air with moderate difficulty through my nose, enough to stem off unconsciousness as the tunnel began to fade and the image of the jack's muscular inner thighs and pulsing shaft burned into my mind once more, blurred through my tears.

Another powerful thrust came, and the donkey's balls edged closer to my chin as he worked his muscular haunches against my body's natural resistance with heavy grunts, the tip finally dissapearing from my neck and making its way behind my ribcage. It wasn't painful, but there was definitely a mounting pressure as I felt it sliding ever deeper into me, the tip growing in width every thrust. Saliva spilled around his shaft, each movement bringing out wet squelches and gurgles from the union of our bodies, tears rolling off the fur on my cheeks to pool on the floor and the padding of the bench. I could feel the shaft pulsing sickly from my tongue to the tip, rippling down my throat and into my chest as the medial ring finally sat barely within my muzzle. Two thirds of the way in, I think to myself while sucking down air through my nose around his shaft, the girth of it now starting to widen my neck slightly as it throbs to his massive heartbeat.

The jack suddenly began to flex his hindquarters again, rolling into another thrust, and took another step towards my chin as he began to brutally force more of his slick flesh into my body. The medial ring that had been resting slightly inside my muzzle now slipped down into my throat, dissapearing into my neck. I closed my eyes and did my best to accommodate it, the firm hand on my scruff finally releasing now that I couldn't possibly turn away from the donkey with so much of his member speared inside of me. A few inches through the thrust, I felt a deep pop in my chest and the jack suddenly lurched hard into me, the last inches of his thick member sliding almost effortlessly through the ring gag into my body, ending with a hard slap of his velvet balls against my chin. I shot my eyes open wide, and was met with the jack's loins pressed hard up against my nose, the heavy musk burning my nostrils as his shaft pulsed lewdly within my neck, all the way down to my stomach. He's bottomed out. His flare must be in my stomach now, I say in my head. I've taken it all...

But my ride was far from over as the donkey began to breed my maw. He rolled his hips back from my muzzle, his balls now wet with my saliva, leaving trails of fluid between them and my chin as the glistening, dark shaft slopped from my open gullet. I felt a sudden hard tug from within my chest, and then tight resistance as he pulled his widening flare back out of my stomach, the taught pressure working back through my body until he stopped. He had pulled half his member from me, dripping wet with saliva as it gleamed along the length, before piling it back through the ring and into me once more with a heavy grunt and the obscene sounds of wet flesh filling the barn. I screwed my eyes shut as the hips and sheath smashed back into my nose, my muzzle pulled deep between the jack's thighs as his balls slap audibly and wetly against my chin, his flare widening slightly before lurching back into my stomach with a guttural, wet thud from within my body.

I breathed hard through my nose, trying not to pass out from lack of oxygen as the length pulsed hard, deep into me. Each breath stung and burned the inside of my nose, the overpowering musk making me slightly lightheaded, but it was better than passing out completely. The donkey began another pull out, seven or so glistening and dripping inches slipping from my neck before meeting heavy resistance, his flare now too large to exit my stomach. I didn't know what the jack would do next; either breed me with what he could or rip the flare through. The fear and anticipation that came from his decision was driving me to new heights, knowing that if he chose to do so, he could easily pull his huge flare back through my body, to whatever consequences it would have on me. That choice was now up to this feral donkey jack, and having that control torn from me was something I'd have never expected to love.

Like coming to a decision, the jack shifted his weight on top of me. I trusted the owner and her staff, so if they let it happen, it must be safe enough, I thought to myself. Expecting for the jack to use his weight to pull the flare through my neck, I braced myself, but was instead treated to a hard sloughing of the thick base back through my muzzle, the glistening shaft once again sheathed into my esophagus, its wide base bulging out my neck. His flare widened just that much more within me, brushing against the edges of my stomach lightly as it pounded into the opposite end, a heavy feeling spreading from my lower belly as he pushed against the interior of the organ.

I suppose he decided to just rut me with what he could, and I was relieved for it, as surprising as that was to myself. His hot and wet balls rested against my chin, now sopping wet with saliva as his shaft threaded and pulsed through my neck. My nose still burned from his almost spicy musk as his sheath rammed against my nose, the pungent smell of the jack now associated with experiences like these enough to cause my loins to stir, my tip peeking out of my sheath despite the lack of stimulation.

The equine pulled on his hips again, balls wetly swinging away from my chin, connected with strands of thick saliva as more dribbled from his reappearing, glistening shaft, until the flare tugged at the entrance of my stomach and he was forced to stop. I could feel that huge flare pounding to his heartbeat in my belly, now pushing out a little more against my skin with its increased width. He drove himself back in, the pressure on the bottom of my stomach greater now as he hilted himself against my chin and nose, a heavy slap of wet skin and fur sounding through the barn as his smooth balls once more smacked into my sopping fur.

Before I could compose myself I felt him rip his hips away again, taking me by surprise as he slopped his shaft out of my neck, making me grunt a little through my nose with the pressure he put against the top of my stomach when his flare pulled hard against it. This was it, I thought, he's going to cum here. I shut my eyes, and tried to brace myself as the haunches powered forwards one more time, my muzzle being forced deep between the thighs of the feral jack as his flare pulsed even wider before smashing hard against the bottom of my stomach, the flare easily defined against the skin of my belly. His balls tightened up and his shaft started to pulse hard through my neck as he leaned himself into my muzzle, making sure to push himself as far as possible into my wet body as the first real wave of his orgasm rippled through his thick shaft. I could feel it travel from my tongue, down through my throat and neck, into my chest and finally explode into my stomach with a heat that made me writhe. Another quickly followed, my eyes remaining scrunched shut as the jack orgasmed directly into my stomach, the heavy pulses of his cock reminding me of just how virulent a stud he was. A low pressure built in my stomach as the jack filled me, the heat radiating through my skin as the shaft continued to pulse rhythmically into my stomach. He unloaded himself into me, each jet causing my belly to distend slightly more from the sheer volume, until finally after the sixth good contraction of his internal muscles, the jack gave one last halfhearted pulse that made sure he had deposited everything he could into me. My belly sat slightly round and the pressure intense, like I had just stuffed myself with all the food I would ever eat in a lifetime.

Then, just like he would naturally, the jack began to dismount, pulling hard at the flare locked within my stomach. Panic began to set in, but a number of the staff quickly positioned themselves behind the Celerion and pushed back into him, making sure he stayed lodged within me. Some of the tugging began to dissipate and I calmed down, as I knew they wouldn't let him hurt me. I just needed to be patient.

Seconds turned to minutes, my belly gurgling and roiling with the thick feral seed and gel as the jack's flare shrunk within me. After a bit I felt a light pop as his shrunken flare slipped easily back out of my stomach, and I looked over to one of the staff that I could see from the sides of my vision, around Celerion's thighs. A few more seconds passed before he nodded to the rest of the staff and they eased off his hindquarters, letting the large jack dismount and pull the flaccid member from my muzzle. A generous amount of gel and semen came with it, causing me to cough and hack globs of it out of my throat while a staff member undid the ring gag, tugging it out from between my teeth, my sore and still mostly numb jaw finally able to close, the thick gel trailing down off my limp tongue to join to myriad of fluids staining to concrete below my chin.

While some members tended to Celerion, the owner came up to me and knelt down in front of my vision, half lidded and exhausted, and signaled for the free staff to come and undo my bonds. "That was, ridiculously, incredibly amazing. The numbing agent probably hasn't worn off yet..." She said, as she gave my gel-coated tongue-tip a playful flick, "But did you enjoy yourself? Just nod or shake your head."

I panted through my sore muzzle for a few moments, and finally mustered enough strength after the intense rutting to look back into her eyes, and give the most definite nod of my life.