Stud-Sitting part 3
Kipcha was scarlet red; she had to be. There was a naked horse sitting in the bubble bath across from her, washing himself as though she wasn't even there. She cursed the light above the tub; the way it made every muscle on his body glow when he ran water over it. The muscles she wanted to touch... to be held by....
She shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. She chalked her unusual horny behavior up to her only recently ended heat. She was ashamed of her own thoughts, her own actions, her own fingers that were... She pulled her hand away from her sex and began to run some body wash over herself as she did her best to ignore the male seated across from her. She was acting like a foolish little schoolgirl that couldn't wait to pull up her skirt.
Kipcha's plan began to work as she washed herself with her favorite body wash. The scent reminded her of other things, other places, and soon she was busying herself with working shampoo into her plush tail. She just decided her mound was clean enough and there was no reason to let her hands stray back there. Not with him around; she couldn't risk it.
As Kipcha washed her tail, her legs slid out and across the tub so that she could better reach herself. She wasn't aware of how close they were traveling, or where they were going specifically. It wasn't until her sensitive pads felt that heavy package, the warm flesh of the horse's sack, the firmness of his.... She jerked her foot away and blushed again as she washed her tail. She would focus one something else. She had to for her own humility.
"So what made you want to work here?" Phillip asked suddenly. He had taken notice of the paw against his sack and thought she was trying to tease him. He wouldn't be abrupt though; she wasn't a breeding mare after all. She was just curious about what she had seen of him so far. It was only natural. She was a fox after all.
Kipcha blushed and looked up at the ceiling. She laid back a bit to avoid looking at the horse and said, "I thought it would be good for me. I would get to be outside, which I love, and get to do something other than just filing paperwork for some ungrateful CEO. Can't say there are too many more jobs that could be called 'different' than working on a stud farm."
Phillip tilted his head and said, "I see. It isn't bad work, being a stud. Sure I never know my kids, at least most of them, but the prospect of breeding a female deemed a perfection of the species isn't bad either. Gets pretty boring after a while though. We aren't allowed to breed outside our schedule."
Kipcha flushed and sunk under the water a bit. She forgot where her legs were as they slowly inched closer to the horse again. "That's... a lot of information to be honest with you."
Phillip smiled as the small fox sank deeper under the water and said, "Perhaps but it is something you would have learned very soon anyway."
Kipcha just nodded and sank lower in the water. She blushed as her feet found Phillip's groin again and she was already about to pull them away. However, this time she felt a pair of hands wrap gently around her ankles and keep them in place. Suddenly, she felt her paws being rubbed along his sack and up over his...
Kipcha blushed and a burst of thought told her to kick him hard and run back to her room. However, there was that little nagging in her mind again. That voice that kept saying, "Let him do it. You want it just as bad as he does. Let him do it." Kipcha bit her lower lip and let her legs go limp. She did want it, for whatever reason she could not figure out, but she wanted him to do it.
Phillip groaned softly as he felt himself start to harden under the water. Her fur was soft, despite being wet, and her paw pads were the perfect rough texture that he needed. Mares could never do this, their hooves didn't allow it. This fox was something different and if she wanted to play cowgirl then she was in for a wild ride. Not tonight though; not this time. Now it was just about getting off after three weeks of being unable to do so.
Kipcha let out a soft moan as her feet were dragged along the horse's shaft, feeling every vein that he had... every throb that it gave. She was giving herself willing to a stranger, one that might expect this every night if not more, but every voice in her mind that screamed no was silenced by those shouting yes. Knowing she was already past the point of saying anything against it, she let her fingers wander and let out a soft moan as she found her sex.
Phillip huffed and gave a soft snort. Her feet were small, but they were soft and they tickled him in such pleasant ways. He had never been one for paws really but it was safer than just mounting her. This was she could enjoy it and he could get off on something other than the same old mount and fuck mares. He smiled as he heard her moan and licked his lips. Damn foxes, they can't resist this.
Kipcha moaned softly; screw who might hear. She had given up any notion of decency for now. All she cared about was her own sex, her needy slit that hadn't had a male in such a long time. Part of her told her to jump the horse, to ride him now, but that part shut up quickly as she realized just how big he was. She actually had to bend her legs for him to stroke from head to base; not that she minded. Each time her legs came up her fingers dipped inside. Each time her legs went down her free hand worked her breast. It was such a lovely system.
Phillip huffed and snorted as he sped up. He was pent up, he wanted release, and if that meant this fox walked funny tomorrow than damned if he wouldn't carry her himself. His hips thrust forward now and used his other hand to work his heavy sack. He groaned loud as he thrust forward hard, pushing Kipcha's legs back far and placing his cockhead against her belly. He pulled back and groaned as he let loose a torrent of hot spunk.
Kipcha yipped as he legs were forced back, her paws finally slipping and going on either side of the horse. She felt the dull impact of his release hit her stomach and gave a soft moan as her own juices mingled with the water. She felt her fur matting down with spunk, three weeks of reserve that he had been forced to keep back. Now, it painted her stomach and caked down her fur. Shutting her eyes, she slipped into a heated afterglow and went still in the water.
The fox was vaguely aware of movement. Of something warm pressed against her chest, against her stomach, but she was too far gone to care. She had been a craven slut, giving herself to this male on a whim, and she had loved every bit of it. Finally, with a pleased sigh, she drifted off.
Kipcha woke late the next morning. She was naked, her pajamas folded neatly on the dresser nearby, but the idea was more than alright in her mind. Rising, she put a hand on her belly and felt her fur. It was soft, plush, and smelled of sweet fruits. She did find one patch though, near her belly button, which was still matted with cum. She gave a soft smile and stepped out of bed. The floor was cold and her paws tingled.
Walking out of her bedroom, she found a note taped to the horse's door. It seemed that Phillip had taken mercy on her and repaid her "wonderful kindness" with a day off. She grinned and walked into the kitchen to grab herself some coffee.