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The mood at Friar's Farmstead was a relaxed one. Local farmer Gordon Friar had long since retired, leaving the legwork of the farm to his son and daughter. His son had a head for the business, aimed to fully inherit it when father either died or let go, and handled the logistics as well as the brunt of the work. Friar, wife, son and daughter were all purebred Tennessee Walkers - stout, sandy horses with strong legs and backs and brilliantly good looks. Their breed lent itself well to the work.

The reason most of the work fell to the son, Brian Friar, had to do with his sister's indolence. A little heavy in a way her muscular brother was not, Mavis Friar was a pretty girl but a poor worker. She could be counted on to put a decent couple of hours into the farm a day, but most of her efforts went into beautification. Mother and father both had to admit that their girl had quite an eye for decoration and a natural talent for botany but not much else. None in the family really held this against her. It was an open belief that Mavis would find a man who could take care of her, who would foster her talents as a botanist and decorator to help her with a career in the dreaded Big City.

The Big City was always spoken of in hushed, paranoid tones as if it were a serial killer. Its status as a proper noun was implied by the respect and emphasis it received in conversation. The Big City was where most of their income came from, but it was also a hive where good girls like Mavis were waylaid by the devil's cabbage and the cocaine. Mother and father hoped Mavis would stay in the countryside with her family, but they believed the Big City to be her ultimate fate.

Desmond and Ricky exemplified the Big City, at least in Brian's eyes. Desmond might have had the accent, hair, and general familiarity with farm life that a country boy should, but he was just as much of a slicker as his stallion friend Ricky. They worked hard doing grunt work for the farm which Mavis couldn't be cajoled into, but Brian believed they thought themselves better than the Friars. He heard Ricky at times mocking their accents, not realizing he was mocking Desmond's accent. He found the pair's amorous gazes at his sister revolting despite his frequent proverbial and not-so-proverbial rolls in the hay with the local girls who came to pick apples. What he did with them was good Christian fun. What Desmond and Ricky wanted from his sister was sickening and he was unshy about breaking them apart when they spoke with her for too long.

But Brian couldn't be everywhere at once. One clement Thursday afternoon when father was in town seeing the doctor and mother was in bed resting up after a recent bout with the flu, Brian was mired in hoeing the field, a process father adamantly refused to automate in any fashion. While he worked, his sister flirted with and teased the two employees out past the barn where the farm gave over to the forest.

"Now y'know, if my brother finds out what we're doin', he's gonna skin ya' alive!" Mavis drawled. Her accent was thick as molasses, roughly as sweet. Ricky turned to Desmond for translation.

"Uh, if we do this, Brian's gonna make rugs outta us," said the foxcoon in his own, thinner accent for Ricky. He smiled. "I figure it's worth the risk."

"Me too," Ricky agreed in an utterly flat Midwestern accent. He started on his belt. "Mavis, sweetheart-."

"Can I lick yer butthole?" Desmond asked, cutting in.

The mare laughed. She played with her thick Dutch braid. "Aw, hell, ya' really are a gross city-slicker boy, ain't ya, Desmond? Brian's been tellin' me I oughta stay away." She grinned, leaned in close, smooched his lips. She was a tall mare and had to lean down to kiss him. "Always wanted to try that. A'yuh, let's do that."

Ricky snickered. "You're an ass fiend, Desmond. You gotta try pussy once in a while."

The fox pawed at Mavis's wide, fat buttocks through the Daisy Dukes she wore. He wondered if she realized how provocative her shorts were or if she was a naive fool. He decided it didn't much matter if the end result was this good. The shorts were tight as a film across her fat ass, slightly wedged between the cheeks in a manner which looked mildly uncomfortable but nobody ever saw her picking at them. "Lemme see that big 'ol butt, then," he crooned. "Ya' wanna jus' sit on my face?"

"Sounds fu-u-un," Mavis giggled. "Ricky! Whatcha wanna do to me?" She nudged Desmond off, wheeled around on Ricky and tugged up her shirt. Her plump jugs wobbled in the cool air, gray nipples stiff with excitement. "Y'wanna suck my tiddies?"

The thin black stallion licked his lips. He shoved down his jeans, boxers too, and his cock flopped free. It was already semi-hard. "I wanna do a lot more than just suck on 'em," he said, smiling with sleaze expected more from a fox like Desmond. He cupped one of Mavis' fat farm girl tits, hefted its fatty weight, and brought its nipple to his lips. With his eyes locked on hers, he dragged his tongue across the pert nipple, then suckled the nub.

Mavis cooed to Ricky. She rubbed through his two-tone mane and said, "Gosh, yer hair's so soft."

"Mine's softer, sugar," Desmond cut in as he pressed up to the mare's back. His slim hips were eclipsed by her bottom and his paws found plenty of tit to grab alongside Ricky. "Wouldn't mind helpin' you get yours all softened up, though. Give ya' a makeover."

The girl looked over her shoulder, smiling. "Makeover? Ya' one of those city boy homos, Desmond?"

"He is for me, sometimes," Ricky said. He kissed Mavis and the mare kissed back eagerly, shockingly so, as if she had only been waiting for him to start. Her tongue slathered through his mouth, its thickness and warmth a thrill to Ricky. He played with her breasts as she sucked on his mouth. Then she grabbed his cock and he thought he was in love with her.

Desmond opened up the fly of Mavis' shorts. He tugged them down, kneeling along with them. The fat curves of her ass were naked after that, no panties to contend with, just tan fur and a deep, sweaty ass crack. The fox said as he took hold of the cheeks, "Goddamn, what an ass you got, girl. Betcha'd smother me if ya' sat down on me."

Mavis giggled in the kiss. Her tail swished over Desmond's blonde head and she pressed her bottom back, grinding its curve into the foxcoon's snout. It surprised her just a little when the fox pulled apart her cheeks. Her anus was a plump, gray donut glistening with sweat and it clenched when the open air rushed across its surface. She was even more surprised that Desmond pressed his nose into it. It didn't surprise her at all when he started sniffing her. Nothing he did would ever shock her again.

The horses broke off the kiss, Ricky huffing for air when his mouth was finally free. Saliva caked the short hairs around his mouth like smeared makeup. He kept close to Mavis, nuzzling with her, palming her breasts. His cock throbbed in her fingers, oozing precum down itself. "Damn, honey," he breathed. "You sure know how to smooch."

"I practiced on my brother," Mavis said. Ricky's face screwed up in disgust and she shrieked laughter. "Joking, gosh! Y'think I'm a brother-fucker just 'cause I'm a farm girl? Gawd!"

Desmond dragged his tongue through the mare's ass crack. Her anus wrinkled against his tongue, then relaxed. Mavis shivered and leaned into Ricky. "I'd practice smoochin' Brian, he's pretty cute," Desmond said. "I'm just sayin', he is."

"Craves horse cock wherever he can get it," Ricky explained to Mavis. "It's his addiction."

"Fuck off, Ricky."

Mavis laughed again. She smooched Ricky on the lips. "Y'all boys are cute! And purdy nasty, too. I ain't ever been with a boy who wants t'sniff my butthole, and believe me," she grinned, "I been with a lotta boys."

Desmond lapped up the curve of an ass cheek until he ran out of slobber. "Ain't been fuckin' the right ones, then," he said simply. "'Cha wanna do, Mavis? S'your farm, s'your call."

The Walker hugged Ricky close. His penis pulsated against her belly. Her hands rubbed down his back slowly. "Hm. I'm thinkin' I want my butthole slobbered like yer doin' already," she murmured, "an' I wanna gulp on Ricky-boy's big ol' pecker 'til he pops, whatcha say to that, Ricky?"

Ricky felt down Mavis' strong back to her hips. He squeezed them tightly, thinking of how good it would feel to nail her from behind - either hole was fine. "You wanna suck my dick, that's fine," he shrugged. "But I got an idea for what comes after. Desmond, c'mon, make the girl comfortable."

Soon Desmond laid back in the grass, nude. His small penis elicited no reaction from Mavis where he expected one. She even surprised him with her willingness to make a seat of his face, squatting and then sitting right down, letting all her weight rest on him. She faced away from his body, toward Ricky's nude form, and she beckoned him closer with a finger.

Mavis closed her lips around Ricky's plump meat. His flavor was mild compared to the farm boys she was used to, but he still had a veneer of sweat. She liked that. As she gulped down inch after inch of his meat, she brought up a hand to cup his swampy but smooth balls. A moan left Ricky and he ran his hands through her hair, over her ears.

"With all the weird shit I do, I almost forget sometimes how good a beej feels," Ricky said. "How you doing, Desmond?"

The foxcoon was smothered under fat, sweaty ass. He clapped Mavis on the ass as if she were a draft mare working the field, then gave a thumbs-up. After that his girly paws curled around the mare's ass cheeks and squeezed them tight, dimpling the chubby flesh. Mavis had plushness to spare and didn't mind being groped. She liked it, in fact, and she showed her appreciation by gyrating on Desmond's snout, rubbing her thick horse pussy on the bridge of his muzzle, her anus more-or-less against his nose. Could get used t'sittin' on boys like this, she thought.

Precum drooled into the mare's mouth. The bitter taste was never something she cared much for, preferring the salty smoothness of freshly-squirted cum to any other flavor the male body had to offer. Her hands caressed his nuts, kneading them with just the right amount of firmness to please without pain. Her head slowly bobbed, saliva rolling down the bottom of Ricky's penis into the grass.

Ricky leaned somewhat over Mavis. He held onto her head in open palms, doing nothing to modulate her pace except for pushing and pulling his hips slowly. The flare of his cock rubbed the back of her throat and there were still inches to go outside her mouth. He asked her, "You gonna swallow my dick?"

Mavis answered, "Muh-uh."

The black horse didn't let his disappointment show. He rubbed Mavis' ears, said, "That's fine. Just keep this up, baby. Keep that up."

Although small, Desmond's penis stood fully erect. The vaginal and anal musk of a farm girl mare dripping sweat aroused him like nothing else could. He played across her fat ass cheeks, ignoring his hard-on, hoping he could put it in the asshole presently smooching his nose. He didn't envy Ricky getting a blowjob from her. Everything he wanted from Mavis was resting on his face, pushing him into the grass.

The mare reached down and casually touched herself. Her clitoris throbbed under her touch, not quite a wink. She usually didn't wink until she was actually being fucked. Now she reached further back, leaning with her upper body to reach Desmond's cock. Ricky moved with her to keep his cock where it was. Mavis brushed her fingers over Desmond's penis and smiled. She firmly believed that small dicks needed love, too.

Mavis straightened herself in a smooth motion, leaning again into Ricky, putting his cock as deep as she could fit it in her muzzle. Her hands came up to clutch the stallion's ass cheeks. Mavis was not the kind of girl who ate ass, but she liked the look and feel of a man's hard buttocks in her fingers.

"You wanna fuck, baby?" Ricky cradled Mavis' ears, rubbing gently inside their cups with his thumbs. It didn't have quite the same pleasurable effect as it would on somebody like Desmond, but she closed her eyes and softly snorted at the feeling. "What do you say, huh? You want some hossy dick in more than just your mouth, don't you?"

The mare was torn. She touched her clit again, this time coaxing it to wink. The throb of her clitoris came with a lance of pleasure and she shuddered from it. Her anus tensed, smooching Desmond's snuffling nose. She wanted to keep sitting on the fox and she wanted to guzzle down Ricky's baby slop like the Big City sluts did, but she liked her simple pleasures, too, so she pulled off of Ricky's dark meat and gave its broad head a kiss. "Mm. Ah'huh, I sure do," she admitted sheepishly. "Desmond, honey, y'mind lettin' me have m'butt back?"

Desmond didn't get much say. Mavis lifted her thick butt off of him, pulling forward as she did. He squinted at the sunlight sifting through the trees then sat up slowly as if waking up from a nap. He twisted around to look at the mare and smiled. "Ya' gonna let that dumb horse fuck you, sugar? Y'tryin' to get knocked up?"

Mavis knelt in the grass and encouraged Ricky to join her by pulling his hips. She said playfully, "Yep, lookin' to get a man t'marry me an' take me off to the city lights!"

The foxcoon pressed up to Mavis' back again. He hugged her, laying his chin on her shoulder, and pecked her on the cheek. "You won't get anything like that outta my Ricky. Best ya' can hope for is a mattress on the floor an' a romantic McDonald's dinner now and then."

"Fuck you, Desmond," said Ricky, snickering. Mavis shoved him back in the grass and he didn't fight her. Both boys just watched as the mare, who knew best what she wanted, peeled her shirt off then straddled Ricky's hips. She grasped his drooling cock and guided it into the lips of her vulva which glistened with sweat and saliva.

Ricky shivered as his cock passed the mare's cuntlips. His fingers squeezed her hips, his intent not to control but just to hold on while she sat down in his lap. Mavis leaned over him as her hips came to rest on his own. They kissed, but it was shallow and brief. She said without looking back, "Desmond, ya' wanna fuck my butthole?"

"Guess you're shit outta luck, Ricky," Desmond said as he pushed up against the mare. "I'm marryin' her."

Mavis giggled wildly. "Neither of you slickers're gonna marry me! Not if my brother's got anythin' to say about it."

Desmond touched his small cock to the plump wet ring of Mavis' anus. It tensed, but the mare exhaled to relax. She said, "Go on, cutiepie."

The fox's entry was slow and satisfying for him. Mavis was visibly ambivalent. She bit her lip but her eyes rolled back. Desmond's penis was almost comically tiny compared to Ricky's big, black phallus, but Mavis had only ever fingered her behind with spit-covered digits in her most guarded moments. Actually being penetrated was strange and painful, but arousing in a way that boiled down mostly to taboo. This wasn't the kind of thing good Christian girls did.

The mare and the foxcoon began to move together. Mavis rode Ricky and Desmond rode Mavis, leaning on her broad back, knowing full well she could take his weight and then some. The farm girl's eyes stayed closed but her mind was focused on the two handsome city fuckers who were showing her what it was like to get laid beyond the most basic methods. One hand was in the grass. Its twin touched her mound, rubbing her clitoris which winked often. With each wink, her vaginal muscles squeezed, milking Ricky. Her anus tensed as a consequence of the pleasure and it both tempered her enjoyment and enhanced it in a manner she was quickly growing to appreciate.

Desmond wrapped a paw around a tit. He thumbed the nipple as if strumming a guitar string. Into the back of the mare's neck, he growled, "How ya' likin' it, honey? Y'all right? Seem kinda tense."

"It hurts," she admitted. She reached back, touched his hip with fingers wet with vaginal secretions. "Feels pretty good, too. So ya' just keep it on up."

"This is great," Ricky sighed. "Shit, I gotta get laid outside more often. Laying on the grass," he fondled her tits alongside Desmond, "dick wet, titties in my face, and all this clean air. This is the shit."

"So eloquent," Desmond murmured. "A regular poet, ya' are."

"Fuck off," Ricky snapped. "Hey Mavis, when we get busted for this and get fired, you still wanna meet up and smash some more?"

"Uh, ya' ain't gonna get fired," Mavis replied. It was hard to tell if the apprehension was due to pleasure or uncertainty, but the smell of her vulva and the eager way she rode Ricky suggested the former. "But-, but yeah, I wanna keep on fuckin' you two boys... gawd, this is real good. Desmond, pick it up a lil' bit, honeybun. Ya' can get a little more rough."

The foxcoon hunched over Mavis more firmly, putting most of his weight into his thrusts. Silky anal walls and the plump orifice preceding them kneaded his penis, treating him to exquisite pleasure second only to mare pussy, as the foxcoon saw it, but he was happy to pop the girl's anal cherry. He squeezed her tits around Ricky's grasp and pushed his palms into the nipples. Softly, he panted and cooed. His tail swished above his round ass.

Ricky began to grind into Mavis. He was almost bucking into her in an attempt to force it deeper. His loins were tingling with the coming exultation of climax and his balls started to get tight like he had gone out in the cold unprotected. His hooves kicked the grass in dull thrashes. He whispered to Mavis, "You want me to blow inside of you, for real?"

"Uh-huh, it'll be fine," Mavis grunted. "Papa and Brian don't know I'm on them pills," she said with a devilish smile. Ricky couldn't help but match it. "Gawd, ya' both got me feelin' so damn good, my pussy's throbbin' right now. Button keeps poppin' an' everything." Neither male needed to ask what she meant. They were familiar with mares. "I hope ya' boys fill me up good, 'cause I need it."

"I got you covered, girl," Desmond said, almost out of breath. He reached down and fingered the mare's pulsating clit. The nub was thick and pink and its surface was slippery with natural lubrication. Desmond tweaked it with padded fingers and blunt claws. Under his touch, Mavis jerked and gasped, both holes tightening and relaxing like fists clutching stress balls. He growled near her ear, "Shit, girl, ya' ain't kidding, this clit's fuckin' poppin', isn't it? I'd be suckin' on that like a tiddy if I could."

"Gawd, oh my gawd, you gotta do that sometime, ya' just gotta," Mavis whined. She was pushing hard on Ricky now, muff squeezing him for all he had to give. Her syrupy wetness spilled out suddenly and she gasped, face twisting into a grimace as her climax hit her like a tractor. "Shi-i-it, ohmigawd," she mewled, nuzzling Ricky, kissing him. "Ooh my ga-a-awd..."

The stallion smooched Mavis, panting between the quick kisses. He gyrated between her and the grass, his bouncing balls drenched in the girl's squirt. He squeezed her around the back like he was trying to keep her from floating away. Grunting like a stud in rut, he slopped fat ropes of cum into her box and would have knocked her up for sure if not for the little pills she took for just these occasions. He rubbed all over her naked back, thinking in his orgasm what a beautiful country girl she was - and what a nice piece of ass she happened to be.

Desmond humped the mare's perked ass with finesse but sexual desperation. His girly hips smacked the generous bubbles of her cheeks again and again, small cock reaming the mare's asshole to the limited extent that it could. His precum oozed constantly, keeping the sex smooth and pleasant, and by then Mavis was almost completely acclimated to the feeling. She pushed her butt back into Desmond even now in her afterglow. She said to him, "Squirt yer stuff up my butt, Desmond! C'mon an' do it!"

The foxcoon was too busy panting to say anything, but if he had, he would have teased Mavis over what a nasty girl she was being. It seemed awfully un-Christian of her to be this much of a backdoor beauty, but he wasn't judging her when he was the one making her dreams come true. And within a few pumps, each one harder than the last, Desmond stopped caring about what he would say to her at all. He bottomed out in her, balls mashing up against Ricky's, and he climaxed with a braying groan. His orgasm was shockingly productive for his size and the mare's unfamiliarity with anal creampies left her squirming and blushing, a grin plastered to her face. She reached back and caressed his hip.

"Ooh, that feels... that's different. I'm guessin' ya' get used to it?"

"Yeah, eventually," Ricky said without much energy. He smooched Mavis on the cheek. The trio laid together in a pile smelling of sweat and musk, but also satisfaction. "Hey Mavis, you ever wanna visit the city? It ain't so bad."

"We can show ya' around, maybe take ya' dancin' somewheres," Desmond offered, nuzzling fondly around her back. "An' get ya' totally shitfaced and then fuck yer brains out in our apartment."

The mare chuckled. She kissed Ricky before laying against him. The warmth of both the gentle sunlight and Desmond's soft body left her feeling swaddled and tired. This would not be the first time she napped nude on the property.

"I'll think about it. Right now I just wanna snooze an' not think about what a peckerhead my brother's gonna be at us for slackin' off."

Desmond grinned. "Yeah. Yeah, me an' Ricky, we were supposed to load up the truck for Mr. Friar. Whoops."

Ricky nuzzled with Mavis and yawned. "I can find another job. A good lay is always more important."

Mavis and Desmond had to agree. They eventually untangled themselves, and they enjoyed their nap together in the grass.