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This story was written for Kemper as part of my themed Patreon request day for July. The theme this month was "In the Workshop". This story contains M/F sex between consenting adults and lewd science!

Feeling Her

Kemper's breathing was ragged as he felt her all around him. So hot. So... big, yet still so tight. He was balls deep, his knot already buried inside her and still able to slurp its way in and out again each time he rocked his hips, but he had no desire to thrust in that moment. He just wanted to stay there forever, hands running back and forth over her chestnut brown flanks. God, it should have felt so wrong. If not wrong, at least a little strange. She may have been in heat, she may have been whinnying, wailing pleadingly and obviously for satisfaction, but she was still not the kind of lover that the sabretoothed cat was accustomed to. He stood behind the mare, half hunched over her as she shifted and snorted in pleasure, her pussy drooling liberally around the cock finally buried inside her after so long spent waiting. Waiting not just for any male, but this male. For him.

"Oh god..."

A gentle breeze rustled the hay of the barn in which they stood, causing Kemper's bare ass to clench and his hips to jerk instinctively. His cock flexed, and the feral mare whinnied loudly once more in pleasure. After that reaction he couldn't help but rock his hips again a little more purposefully, the feline nibbling on his own bottom lip as he swore he could feel his knotted base rubbing against the mare's engorged clit. She was so wet. So slick, and yet her walls squeezed and milked him with such a vice-grip that he had to move slowly. Every thrust was heaven, for him and seemingly for his wild, heat stricken partner too. Every so often one of her hind legs would stomp impatiently against the ground and urge Kemper to pick up the pace a little, but as soon as he did her quivering depths would grow all the more urgent in their squeezing and milking of him, slowing him to a lustful crawl once more.

There came a point of course where the mare was so wet, and Kemper was so needy that at last his pace was able to quicken, or at least unable to be restrained no matter how tight the horse's inner muscles squeezed. He lay down half across the lower back of the large horse, feet barely touching the box upon which he had been forced to stand just to give her what she craved in the first place, and humped. Bucking faster and harder, withdrawing more of his rock hard, soaking wet cock before driving it back in again over and over, louder and more deliciously lewd as the bulging girth of his knot slurped out and popped its way back in much to their mutual delight.

"Ah. Oh god!"

The horse couldn't exactly scream as she came, but when she whinnied with a shrill and frantic tone that far exceeded her pleasure up to that point and Kemper felt as though his whole midsection was flooded by the quantity of ejaculate that came gushing out around the base of his cock, he couldn't help but cry out in joy on her behalf. He slowed slightly, but only for a moment before the mare looked back over her shoulder and snorted at him loudly, as though urging him to continue and frustrated as to why he had in any way thought she would want him to stop. Thus he didn't. He worked her harder than ever, if indeed his thrusts came even close to pleasuring her to capacity. He slammed his hips against hers with such force that his own thighs stung with the impact, and after barely thirty seconds working at that new frenzied pace Kemper was breathless, not to mention substantially closer to his own peak as he felt and heard the horse clenching and snorting as though she was preparing for a second.

"Oh. Oohh... g-good girl..."

He wrapped his arms around the horse's midsection as he pulled himself more upright once more, wanting to focus on his thrusting to maximise not just his but both their pleasure as his orgasm grew increasingly near. His fingers stroked through her short, coarse coat and revelled in the firm, hot skin below. He could feel her trembling. Feel her shifting and hear the loud, heavy clopping of her hooves against the floor as she too built up to another wild peak. She whinnied as he began to deliver long, slower but far more powerful strokes, and practically each time she let loose another feral cry of bliss Kemper was right there grunting and snarling alongside her.

Again she clamped down around him, fluids gushing, mane tossing, whinnying feverishly in her savage, feral ecstasy. They were both so close. It was like she was waiting for him. Like she wanted to share that final moment with Kemper. The hybrid feline drove his knotted cock deep into her, and held it there as his breath caught in his throat. As he tensed, shuddering and gasping, locked on the absolute edge of unparalleled bliss. Then she squeezed. Her walls clutched tight around him, milking Kemper's shaft and knot one more time, and the barn echoed with the sounds of Kemper's snarls and the mare's whinnying as he felt her gushing orgasmic rapture flood around him, and began to unload his aching balls deep into her begging, heat-stricken pussy at long last.

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"Yes. Ah. Ahhh, o-ohhhgod... yes..."

Kemper's toes curled. His chest heaved and his eyes fluttered behind closed lids as his knotted cock unloaded deep into the toy wrapped around his shaft. A stroker, a masturbation sleeve designed by one of his friends and loaned to the feline male for some beta testing. It was meant to be one of the most realistic sleeves on the market. Able to respond with internal motors that squeezed and milked. Able to produce liquids and simulate orgasmic contractions. Able to drive any man wild, and bring all manner of fantasies to life. Even ones you didn't know you had.

At least, that had been his friend's claim. But as Kemper's eyes fluttered open and he drew in a deep, ragged breath as though emerging from a deep sea dive, he whimpered loudly in embarrassment. He knew that this sleeve was meant to be based around a horse, but... that fantasy, where the hell had that come from? Never mind that it wasn't something that had really lingered in the cat's consciousness before, it had been so... so real. So vivid.

He shuddered as he pulled the toy off his member, gasping as it squeezed one last time against his knot before he slipped it off and blushing deeper as a mixture of his cum and its own synthetic lubricant began to drool out of its rather deliciously realistic exterior. So real that in the wake of the fantasy that had driven him to this point, a part of Kemper was tempted to bring the toy to his lips and give it a taste, just to momentary slip back into that fantasy and see himself burying his muzzle between the powerful horse's outer lips, maybe running his tongue momentarily over her thick, swollen clit.

Kemper resisted though, whimpering louder and blushing even more so at how even now he was still unable to entirely divorce himself from the idea that somehow, on some level, he really had just been fucking the neediest, most beautiful mare.

Instead he set the toy down on the bed beside him, and glanced bashfully upward to the paper and pen resting on the bedside table. The questionnaire he had promised to fill in for his friend, the toy's creator. A survey on how good it had felt. How realistic, and of course whether it had been successful in provoking realistic fantasies.

He swallowed thickly as he considered how he was going to answer those questions in any way that did justice to what he had just experienced, then glanced down at the toy once more, and at his cock, knot still swollen and rock hard as ever while awaiting it to go down.

That is, if he gave it time to go down at all.

He shifted where he lay, and moaned as one of his hands began to move towards the toy once again.

Maybe... just maybe it would be better if he gave it a second go before writing anything specific down. After all, he had to be sure that the toy was responsible for the intensity of the fantasies. Maybe he'd just been particular pent up, or something.

Yeah. That seemed like a reasonable enough excuse. Or rather, an explanation.

Either way, his mind was now made up.

He definitely had to try it again.

To see if he could spend some more time in that fantasy. Some more time with that incredible mare that seemed to live somewhere buried deep in his lustful subconscious. Experiencing her. Pleasuring her. Feeling her.

Not because he was embarrassed to write down what he had felt most recently of course, and not even because he was so horny he would rather masturbate some more rather than essentially doing paperwork. Gosh no. All of this was purely for the sake of his friend. Purely to aid his friend's business and research.

It was all, y'know... for science, and stuff.

By Jeeves

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