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"This was... great," AJ said, leaning against Dakota as they ambled across the dirt parking lot. The stallion, whether due to the alcohol or confidence that came from a successful date, had slipped his arm around the doe's waist, guiding her back to her room. The bar still had hours left open, but apart from spending another two hours playing darts, talking, and watching a pool game, there was no need for them to imbibe or stick around once they'd had their fill of the night.

"It really was," Dakota agreed, smiling broadly. "I haven't done that in years, I'd forgotten what pleasant company was like." He looked down at her. "Did you ask everything you wanted?"

"I know exactly the things I wanted to know," she acknowledged, nuzzling into his shoulder. "And if I think of more, I know we don't need to get buzzed in order to be honest about it- though I won't turn down a drink with you for anything," she added.

"I appreciate that, but let's stick to lighter drinks in that case," Dakota suggested. "Be sure to get a bit of water in you, it'll help avoid a hangover."

"I will," she promised him, just as they got to the door. There was a pause as she grabbed his hands and looked up at him. "Thank you for everything, tonight included."

"Thank you, for giving me the chance," was his reply.

She glanced back at the door, feeling as if a battering ram were trying to bust into her chest. "If... you'd like to come in..."

The stallion looked up, his eyes lingering on the door for a few moments. "I would really love to, but... I wonder if maybe it's too soon." He stared at her. "... Do you want me to?"

Her answer was not immediate. "I... don't know. I don't think I would have offered it if I wasn't a little... hopeful." She drew in a deep breath to calm herself. "Maybe you're right, though. We've still got four more days to spend. But I'll tell you this much- I don't think I'll want to wait until the last day, either."

"Likewise," he grinned. "But until then..."

He bent forward a bit as the doe reached up and kissed him again, this time a little more deeply. It was far more different that it had been with Richard, an intense feeling of love for the stallion burning in her. She longed to be close to him for a little while longer, either to taste his lips on her, feel his strong body holding her close, or take in the scent of a well-groomed yet active male, the sound of his sigh as it passed from his muzzle to hers. Every sense she possessed committed each facet of the act, ensuring she would remember the night as long as she lived; and all the while, she expressed as much as she could in that one act, hoping he understood it all. It was too soon to tell him what she wanted to tell him- but this would suffice.

She broke away, and the smile on his face was enough for her to know he understood every unspoken word. "Goodnight, Allison," he said gently. "Sleep well."

"You too. If it helps... think of me," she suggested, blushing.

"I'm not sure if it'll help me sleep or make me stay awake," he admitted with a chuckle. "But I will, all the same."

"Goodnight, Dakota," she said, sharing one last brief nuzzle with him, before turning to the door and unlocking it. Despite the slight sadness of the night having ended, she still smiled, waving to the stallion before closing the door.

She stood there for several seconds, almost compelled to step forward and peer out the peephole. Before she could, she heard the sound of Dakota's shoes digging into the dirt as he chuckled and turned, whistling an old tune as he walked away. The doe giggled, stepping back and sighing as she landed on the bed, the bloom of warmth in her body not at all related to the shots she'd drank earlier. With her eyes staring up into the ceiling, she recounted how well everything had gone- from the dinner, to Dakota blowing her away with a song, to learning everything she could from her date, and capping the night off with a kiss that felt completely right. All her worries and fears, and the recent heartbreak she suffered, were nowhere to be found.

Though, as the minutes passed by, one slight concern did persist- that of her heat, which had crept up on her and slowly roiled her womb up. The doe sighed and sat up, staring down at her belly with a half-smile and a sigh. There were no regrets for the night, but if she had to be honest with herself, a part of her had hoped Dakota had come in, perhaps lingered long enough to spend a little more time alone on the bed- and see where it went from there. A shiver tingled up her spine as she recalled the lurid fantasy she'd had of him not two nights earlier, followed by a flush of arousal that only caused her heat to boil a little more; though now it felt less like an annoyance and more like a pleasant itch she felt the need to scratch. A laugh erupted from her as she realized she'd never gotten around to asking just how 'big' he was; for even with her assurances that it was alright to ask a few dirty questions, she hadn't thought to breach the topic with him.

It didn't matter, she decided- his heart mattered more. And depending on how things panned out, she might find out soon, anyway.

After maybe ten minutes of lingering on thoughts concerning her night, she got back to her feet and dug into her pocket, certain by this point that the device needed a recharge- and hoping she'd caught the kiss they'd shared in the frame. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, the smile she'd been wearing vanished, seeing that she had missed five calls in the last five hours.

All of them from Richard. And her heart skipped as the phone lit up, his profile image popping up as he called again.

"Shit," she muttered anxiously, accepting the call. "Hey, sweetie!" she said, a little too strongly.

"AJ? Fucking finally, I've been calling all night!" the stag shouted angrily, causing her to flinch. "Where the hell were you?"

Though the raised voiced startled her, she managed to give a smooth reply. "I'm sorry, my phone was low on battery from calling mom the previous night. I had to leave it behind and let it recharge while I was out," she told him.

"For five whole hours?" he pressed, sounding irritable. "What the hell were you doing the whole time?"

AJ frowned. "There's a bar attached to the station here, I decided to get a couple of drinks and hang out while meeting some new people with Dakota- that's all."

"Who? Wait, you mean that trucker guy you met? I thought I warned you to stay away from him!" he said.

"Uh, no?" the doe pushed back, her own temper flaring. "You told me to watch myself around him, and then suggested he was a criminal or dangerous immigrant without even knowing him. I can tell you right now, he's not. And I wasn't even alone, the place was packed with at least thirty other people."

"I know what I said, Allison!" he snapped. "And it doesn't matter how many people were there, if he'd gotten you drunk he could've taken advantage of you without you being able to fight back! What if this scumbag had roofied you and raped you in the back of a truck? Did you think about that?"

AJ could hardly believe what she was hearing. She'd expected some kind of fawning phone call from her ex-fiancee, some sort of update (real or not) about how things were going in North Carolina. Instead, she was being scolded for hanging out with a good friend, reprimanded for not thinking things through with a total stranger; while he was likely still in New York City, drilling his cousin to make sure his work was done properly. The urge to shout back and call him out for his infidelity boiled in her at a dangerous rate; but she stopped short, thinking of Dakota, and sighed instead, letting her frustration smolder as she spoke.

"I'm going to say this right now, Richard. Do not refer to any of my friends that way, or suggest that they'd stoop so low. Especially not a friend who risked their life to prevent me from getting robbed."

There was a pause. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I was nearly robbed, Richard," she repeated through grit teeth. "Some thug tried to steal my phone and drive away. If Dakota hadn't stepped in, he'd have gotten away with it. I even told you this in a text message, which you probably haven't read yet. That's how I met him in the first place, and he's been nothing but kind to me the entire time- nicer than your family has ever been to me, at least."

"That text? I saw you send something, but I hadn't read it yet, I was... a little busy," he said, a trace of hesitation in his voice. "But look, even then, you gotta be careful out there!" he continued, attempting to sound less angry and more like a voice of reason. "Some punks just don't care about whether they'll get caught, they'll risk it just to get their dick wet in any vulnerable, delicate young woman!" He sighed. "Look... it doesn't matter, your car is fixed by now, right?"

"Yes," she lied- it was likely all repaired, but she had not yet checked her messages and had no intention of telling the stag she was staying at the hub a few more days.

"Great, that's... that's great," he said distractedly. "If you have to stay there any longer for any reason, just promise me you won't hang out with this guy. At least not during the evening."

"Just relax, Richard," she told him firmly, making it a point not to make him such a selfish promise. "I'm going to be staying in this hotel for just tonight, then I'm heading out until I reach Amarillo- I'll be fine."

"Okay then," he said. "How long do you think it'll take you to get to Charlotte?"

She did some mental figuring, remembering she had around 1,700 miles left. "If the roads are clear and I don't hit construction? Maybe three days, four at the latest. I can't go longer than an eight-hour drive each day, it wipes me out."

"That's fine," he replied, sounding a little happier. "That gives me a little more time to set things up here. Just take your time, I don't want you to be exhausted when you arrive- the mountains in the area can be tricky if you're not alert."

"I'll remember that," she assured him, shaking her head. "Anything else we need to discuss?"

"No, that's it- I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were doing alright. It's late here, so I'll let you go. Text me before you leave, alright?"

"Okay," she said.

"Good enough. Sleep well- I love you."

She nearly hesitated a moment too long before replying. "You too, Richard," she managed to say, feeling repulsed. "Good night." The call ended, and she groaned, tossing her phone onto the table in frustration. "... You selfish, cousin-fucking, filth-eating prick!" she cursed loudly. "God, I hope you get infested with cuterebra and fibroma!" Her once-relaxed nerves were now jumbled and tense from the phone call as she sat on the edge of the bed, fuming. As incredible as her date had been, she now saw that she was still not in the clear- not as long as she was still connected to Richard by engagement. She glanced at her laptop, currently closed and inactive, and the impulse to put her plan into action surged. Instead she sighed, got her phone again and flicked through her recent album.

The anger seemed to melt away as her eyes fell on the recording file she'd made. She opened it, quickly fast-forwarding it towards the end and smiling as she saw that the camera had picked up everything she wanted. The audio was crisp and clear, even on her phone's tiny speakers, and after fiddling around a few moments so she could capture the moment in a single clip, she allowed it to continue.

"If it's not enough for you, I'll spend every waking moment improving myself. Just so it will be." The doe watched her past self leaning in and kissing the stallion dead on the lips, her chest swelling with affection and love for him when, after several seconds of surprise, he kissed back. Her vision blurred for a few seconds as a pair of tears rolled down her face, and she laughed and wiped them off with a cute sniffle, ceasing the recording and saving the clip separately. Such a simple and heartfelt scene, but it only took a minute to watch it, and now she'd almost completely forgotten she'd been yelled at by her ex-fiancee.

Almost.

A surge of tingling erupted in the doe's belly, doubling her over with a moan and a shiver as the tingle extended through her body. Even given the circumstances and shifts in emotions and moods, her heat continued, heedless of nearly everything else. In any other situation she would have tended to her arousal, now that she had privacy, but the phone call had left her nerves slightly jangled. She would need to find a different means to unwind.

Rather than sit it out and hope the anxiety and arousal would go away, she got to her feet and slipped her phone into her pocket, grabbed her backpack, made sure she had a key to get back into the room, and stepped back out into the night.

"Can I help you, miss?" the hen asked as AJ stepped up to the counter.

"The car shop is closed, and I don't remember hearing if my car had been fixed yet," she told her. "Is there any way to check from here?"

"Hold on, I can check the log for that," the hen replied, peering over at another screen separate from her cash register. "Hmm... Allison Tilton? C-RV belt repair?"

"That's the one."

"Yeah, it was fixed an hour ago, and the shop threw in an oil change free of charge," the hen added amiably. "Shop won't open until 6 AM, but we'll give your phone a ring when it happens, in case you wanna leave early."

"That's fine, I'm actually thinking of staying a while. Are the showers still open, by any chance?" AJ asked.

"They sure are, sweetie," she replied, digging into a drawer. "Need a token to get in?"

"No thanks, I already have one left," the doe smiled, holding up the thick coin.

"Alright then, you'll find fresh towels in the top lockers; just remember to toss use towels in the wall slot before you leave," she told her, settling back down on her stool.

"Will do," the doe assured her as she left the counter and made for the back of the hub. Walking off what little frustration remained had helped, but, determined to make the night end on as high a note as possible, she had decided a hot shower would do it best; or a cold one to ward away the tingling in her womb. With a fresh change of clothing still in her bag, along with necessary toiletry, she had everything she needed.

The hall leading into the shower units branched out in both directions, with numbered overhead lights signaling which stalls were occupied with red, vacant with green. Only a pair of units were occupied on the hall to her right, the hall on her left displaying completely vacant units. With the intent to get as much privacy as possible, with no knowing how well they retained sound, she made her way to the very end of the hall, slowing down as she neared the last unit.

Something was amiss. She froze, just in time to hear a single, soft footstep behind her. A chill channeled through her veins as she realized she was not alone in the hall.

She whirled around, backing up at the sight of a tall, lanky male coyote in a leather vest. His eyes were bloodshot, but focused; his long brown hair greasy and unkempt; and he smelled strongly of alcohol and a stench suggesting he had not just exited a stall. With shoulders were hunched as if he were ready to spring forward, and a hungry leer painting his features, there was little question as to his intentions.

"Lost, lovely?" he growled quietly. "Lookin' to clean yourself up?"

She backed up, eyes wide. "W-what?"

"Smells like you could use a good wash, lady... fine bitch like you in heat, I figure you could use some help," he muttered quietly, nearing her.

"Get away," she whispered meekly, squeaking as her back connected with the wall. She had nowhere to run, not with him towering over her. Cold fear kept her rooted, froze her voice- she was completely vulnerable.

"Hows about you get that stall there open, so you and I can clean up together?" he suggested, hand reaching out towards her face.

Without warning his hand drew back, the coyote yelping as he was yanked away from the terrified doe and thrown several feet down the hall. AJ gasped, watching him flail to the floor before looking up to see Dakota standing over him, his features etched with a mix of anger and disgust. The stallion put himself between her and the coyote just as the latter got to his feet, growling.

"The fuck, man?!" he snarled. "Mind your own fuckin' business!"

"This woman is my business, asshole," Dakota snorted angrily, taking an intimidating step forward. "You stay the fuck away from her, or I'll beat you within an inch of your life, drag your ass into the middle of the Chihuahuan desert, and leave you to the mercy of your feral species."

But whether because he was drunk or believed he had a chance in a fistfight against a sober opponent, the coyote lunged forward and swung wide. AJ backed into the corner reflexively, clutching her bag tight as she watched Dakota backstep cleanly. The stallion barely pulled his arm back before jabbing hard, catching the coyote square in the jaw and generating a sharp yelp. With the smaller man stunned, Dakota pushed him into the wall, grabbed his arm, and wrenched it behind him, making the canine cry out in pain. Without losing a moment, he started walking the thug quickly down the hallway.

Still stunned from the turn of events, AJ didn't move until Dakota had nearly turned the corner, at which point she sprinted the length and rounded the bend just in time to see the stallion pushing the groaning coyote forward. The hen at the cash register got back to her feet, bewildered.

"Now what's goin' on here, Dakota?!" she shouted.

"Piece of shit tried to jump AJ," he grunted, before turning his attention to the coyote again, shoving him into the entrance door. "I saw you paying for your gas and getting ready to leave before you started tailing her, fucker. Whatever the state troopers might _do to you _if they catch you driving drunk, is nothing compared to what I will do if you ever come near this woman again. So take my advice and get your ass back on the road, before it boot it out there!" The coyote did not move, rooted to the spot in terror- until Dakota stomped forward. "NOW!"

"Alright, alright!" the coyote whined, flinching and holding his paws up as Dakota took another step towards him. "I'm goin'!" With a look of abject fear he backed up into the door and left, fishing out his keys and staggering towards a beat-up pickup truck.

The hen at the cash register sighed. "You two alright?" she asked, spotting the doe. "Need me to call the cops again?"

"N-no, it's alright," AJ responded, sighing in relief and leaning against the wall as the tension left her body.

"The shower halls have security cameras in them," the hen told her. "I better go ahead and clip the footage and his license plate so I can report the guy anyway; state troopers can pick him up on the road if he is drunk, we don't want him crashing into anybody." She disappeared into the back, leaving AJ and Dakota alone.

He spared a glance at the doe before returning his gaze to the window, watching the coyote. His hard stare didn't soften until the truck pulled out of the parking lot and rolled out of the gas station, at which point he released a sigh of his own and turned, returning to AJ with an expression of concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Did he hurt you?"

She shook her head and approached him, hugging him tightly with a sigh. "You're a goddamn hero, Dakota. How many times is that you've been there when I've needed it? Three?"

He returned the hug, rubbing her back. "And as many more times as you need, AJ. I wasn't even expecting to run into you here, I thought you'd turned in for the night. I'm glad I decided to hold off sleeping, too."

"So am I," she agreed, pulling back and kissing his cheek with a smile. "What brought you here?" she asked curiously.

The stallion cleared his throat, looking away. "Ah, well... with the expectation that we'd only get closer, I decided to do some... responsible shopping."

The doe stared at him, confused- before catching on. "Oh. Oh! Uh... that kind of product, I guess?" she asked with a blush.

"Yeah, only... I checked maybe ten times and they, uh... don't carry my size," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. "Fitted for equines, yeah, but... I mean, not to boast or anything, it's just... fuck." He looked up at her. "Anyway... I saw him skulking in your direction when you headed for the shower stalls, and I just followed my gut. Call it instinctive protectiveness or whatever, but I didn't like the look of him, especially the way he was staring at you."

"I'll call it attractive reliability," she said softly, approaching and wrapping her arms around him. Dakota let out a pleasant sigh as he returned the hug, squeezing her firmly.

"What brought you out here? Couldn't sleep?" he asked gently.

"Richard called," she sighed. "It wasn't a pleasant conversation, so I felt like releasing the tension. Plus... well... my heat is hitting me a bit hard."

"I, uh... I can tell," he admitted quietly. It was at this point AJ, who was leaning into the stallion's collarbone, could feel his powerful, racing heartbeat. His grip tightened on her for a moment before releasing, but in that moment she heard him groan and felt a slight caress against her leg, causing her eyes to widen as she backed up. "Sorry," he said, his ears flattening and tail tucking back, the front of his jeans having formed a significant bulge; a forming erection kept in check only by the durable fabric.

The doe stared at him for a few seconds, then glanced towards the showers, her heart hammering wildly. An idea borne from the arousal still boiling in her loins lingered in her mind, and after a little hesitation she voiced it.

"Dakota... would you mind... helping me?" she asked, brushing her hair from her eyes and staring up at him hopefully.

The stallion straighten up, looking around for a moment. "Do you mean--"

"I wanted to invite you in," she followed up quickly and softly. "And I know we said it seemed like it was too soon, but after what just happened... I know I can trust you."

He regarded her carefully. "... Can I say no?"

She swallowed and nodded, the words bringing a pang of sadness and a sting in the corners of her eyes as she cast her gaze down. "Yeah... it's alright, if you'd rather not." It was the stallion's gentle touch beneath her chin that brought her gaze back up to him, his smile broad and genuine.

"I don't have any condoms, AJ. Knowing that... would you still want me?"

She blushed and smiled back. "I would. I do- as long as it's you."

"As long as I know I have a choice, and that it's something you genuinely want... then lead the way."

She had only just closed the door behind her when all inhibitions went out the window.

The moment the lock clicked into place she found herself lifted and pinned against the far wall, the powerful stallion knelt upon a shower bench, holding her up in his arms while she clung to him, making no effort to stop him. She anticipated his kiss, lifting her head and catching it cleanly with a desperate moan pouring from her throat. It was as heartfelt as their first two kisses had been, but loaded with far more passion, the intrusion of his thick tongue in her muzzle a clear sign that, whatever his reservations, he wanted this as badly as she needed it. Even completely clothed, the doe felt as if every nerve in her body was hypersensitive, tingling as her stallion lover pressed his firm body against her own to keep her pinned against the wall. A gasp tore through the air as he thrust his hips, the heavy lump in his jeans grinding between her legs, their denim legwear producing a coarse sensation. Sparks of heat danced throughout her clothed loins, adding to the burn in her netherregions; as she swooned from the delightful waves of warmth, the feeling of Dakota's hands sliding up her shirt stirred her into dialogue.

She was no stranger to being handled by a male while horny. Richard had performed admirably in bed, at least in the doe's eyes, always putting in time for foreplay. But this was different. The intensity was far beyond what she'd ever experienced, the strength of her tall lover tempered by his gentleness. His movements were powerful and inexorable, and though she yielded to his touch he did her no damage. Even his tongue was tamed and quieted as she met it with her own. All the while he worked his fingers up here back, massaging the tense muscles beneath as he slid them higher. They reached the clasps of her lace bra, swiftly undone by agile fingers, and suddenly she was free from it. She drew in a deep breath as he pulled her shirt and bra up and tossed it away, blushing brightly as both her ample tits were revealed to the stallion.

An impressed smile painted his features as he eyed the dark chocolate tips of her breasts and she nearly giggled. He didn't have to say a word for her to know he found sight enticing. In lieu of words, he acted; his lips found her neck and began to give her gentle, erotic nips that left powerful, lingering prickles that made her shiver. She sucked in air through her teeth as his hands snaked up her belly, palming her breasts and hefting them up; for now, only his lap kept her pinned against the wall, the doe's legs wrapped around his waist as she began to roll her loins up against him, squeezing his sides between her thighs. He was so close, she realized, the denim barrier between them the only thing keeping them apart. It was a thrill not unlike a vicious beast on a chain barely short enough to be out of reach, the threat tangible and potent, though fear was displaced by a gnawing desire for more. Every roll of his hips made her core burn brighter, until she could no longer keep silent.

"I've wanted this so bad," she whispered with a wide smile and tears in her eyes.

"It could've been anyone," he murmured into her neck.

"I needed it to be you."

His hands slid away from her breasts, sliding down her sides, cupping her butt, and lifting her up a few inches higher. With the improved position his kisses and nips trailed lower, past her collarbone until they were level with her heaving breasts. The moment his lips pressed against her left teat she arched her back with a squeak, a rush of joy reverberating from her heart to her tits as he teased them with tooth and lips. She could only marvel at how gentle he worked her pliant mounds, working his fingers and tongue against the firm peaks as if he understood them perfectly. Each swirl of his tongue around the areola left a pulsing sensation of bliss, every squeeze of his hands into the soft flesh causing her to squirm. Every moment remained restrained, exploring her body with eager, careful interest; and all the while he drew deep breaths, as if intoxicating himself on the growing scent of her sexual fertility.

It wasn't long before that intoxication seemed to become too much for him, lowering the doe back to her feet. She had just enough time to register the fact that his pants had been undone before he dropped to his knees, hands tracing her denim waistband. Beneath, a glimpse of red lace could be seen, and she found herself wondering why she had even bothered to wear them as he unfastened her jeans and pulled them away, leaving her open to the stallion's touch. A desperate moan rang through the air and her back arched again as he slid his hand down her panties, his thicker fingers caressing past the soft tufts of pubic fluff, grazing past her hypersensitive clit, and sliding against her puffy, moist netherlips.

"Holy shit," he muttered, voice laced with awe. She would have asked what was wrong, but she was robbed of the ability to speak as he began to tease her cleft, curling his fingers around and rubbing the outer folds with deliberate circular motions. Every few moments his fingers would bump past her clit and she would flinch, suffering through the incredible bursts of hot bliss each touch put her through; and as the seconds wore one, she felt the lace panties slid down her thighs, until they were at her calves. Soon she had both her hands on his shoulders, struggling to remain upright, and he stopped.

"Hold on, AJ," he said gently. "I'm gonna need you to trust me."

She stared down into his amber eyes and nodded with a smile, certain he could be trusted to handle her. She let out a surprised gasp as she was lifted off her feet and pinned against the door again, but quickly found herself seated on his shoulders. Her lace v-string was now dangling from one ankle, completely useless now that his muzzle mere inches from her bare mound. He breathed in deep once more, a groan rumbling in his chest seconds before he dove between the junction of her thighs, his mouth slightly open as he met her netherlips with a deep, passionate kiss.

Within seconds the doe was gasping and crying out, powerful eruptions of heat exploding in her loins as her folds parted easily to his lips and tongue. She'd known horse tongues to be long and thick in porn, but her expectations had been surpassed in every degree as the powerful appendage drilled and swirled around in her sweltering depths. By now she could only see a blurry haze in front of her, fingers outstretched as she tried to find something to grab- her hand fell upon her lover's head, running her fingers through his hair and behind her ears, encouraging the stallion wordlessly. He caught on quickly, thrusting his tongue throughout her cleft and feasting on her dripping honeypot with redoubled vigor; and in response, she spread her legs wider for him, desperate for his tongue to lash against the deepest parts of her core, which seemed only barely out of his reach.

"W-wait!" she cried out, feeling a surge of panic as his oral efforts nearly pushed her to an early orgasm. It was too soon. The stallion broke off at her words, the glaze of lust in his eyes not enough to prevent him from looking up at her in concern.

"Going too fast for you, sweetheart?" he asked, panting lightly.

"I... don't want to finish to soon," she said, shivering and smiling. "And not without you. Not after everything you've done for me. I want to see what you look like."

Satisfied that she was comfortable, Dakota let her down onto the bench, then stepped back and allowed his jeans to fall off his hips, kicking them off to the side. The doe's eyes widened at the sight- he was incredible.

What must have been only half a moment seemed to stretch into full minutes of thought as the doe stared at him, and in that time several things occurred; the first of which was a massive spike of heat searing her loins, followed by her heart beginning to thump wildly in her chest, as her body responded to the sight of an attractive, powerful, and almost certainly virile male. Whatever she had imagined when she had pleasured herself, it had not done the stallion justice, falling short of the paltry expectations she had set for him. Neither built like a bodybuilder, nor thin like an acrobat, he was a perfect blend of physical mass and agile form, coated in the same handsome dark bay fur and skin, gripped against each flexing collection of chiseled muscle on his body. He put the actors he'd seen in such cheesy and insincere erotic productions to shame just from form alone.

But her eyes lingered most on his cock, a thick, veined shaft of the deepest brown, easily reaching a foot in length despite not being fully erect. It was large and close enough that she could see it throbbing visibly, each pulse adding to the thick string of precum dangling from the unflared head. Even in porn, she'd rarely seen a length and girth to match the one he possessed. It scaled perfectly to his scrotum, both his heavy balls more than enough to fill an average person's hand, each. The desire to handle his enormous prick became so intense that her body acted without conscious thought, her left hand cupping his massive nuts while her right wrapped its trembling fingers around the prepuce of his girth. A strained nicker rumbled from Dakota, his breathing labored; at the same moment, his cock throbbed powerfully, distending in her grip as a lazy gout of precum poured from the tip. The potent scent of his salivating cock caused her to sway again, though she forced herself upright and stared up at the stallion.

"Is it too big?" he panted.

"It's perfect," she purred, and as if to prove it she hefted it upwards, leaning in until her nose was an inch from his slightly musky balls, then slid her tongue against the base of his cock. Slowly, with gentle side-to-side lashings, she dragged her tongue up the throbbing cumvein running up the neath of his member, all while his precum spilled on her face and dribbled down his length. She reached the prepuce just as the first rolling dollop of male lubricant did, and as she savored the salty, sweet gel she began to slather it along her lover's flesh, worshiping the spire with lips, tongue and nuzzles.

"One second," he groaned, bracing himself against the wall for a moment, but AJ had already anticipated this. She got up from the bench, pushing him into the seat with a wild grin and got to her knees. Rather than devote both her hands to the task of getting him off, she instead pushed her chest out, catching his prick between her plush breasts and sliding them vertically along his shaft. A sound halfway between a neigh and a groan erupted from Dakota as he gripped the edge of the bench and rolled his hips up, matching her motions. Satisfied that her equine lover was enjoying her treatment, she began to kiss and lick the tip of his cock each time it speared between her soft mounds. Every brief taste of his shaft she experienced caused the hunger in her womb to spike higher.

They worked in tandem, her titfucking working the long shaft as it stained her breasts. She kept her movements slow and deliberate, working her lover up with as much care and attention as her lust-addled mind would allow her, alternating between kissing the head of his prick and allowing it to slip past her lips, dipping her tongue into the drooling tip and lashing the hole with swift, circular motions. Within minutes, her tits were slick with his grease, the aroma of stallion essence drifting below her nose as she serviced his maleness. Invigorated and emboldened by her own efforts, the doe leaned in and took as much of her lover's shaft in her muzzle, the firm spire pulsating against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. With lips sealed around his girth, she bobbed her head along what few inches she had swallowed, matching the rhythm of her tits as they caressed along the rest of his length. Dakota let out a strained groan, bringing his hand up to his lover and stroking her cheek briefly, before throwing his head back and jerking his hips up.

She backed up in time, having felt his body go rigid and his cock throbbing as he came. With a gasp she broke off, watching as a thick jet of white-hot spunk blasted from the slightly-flared tip, arcing in the air and splattering across her heaving breasts, quickly tapering off, the remnants leaking down his shaft. The doe leaned forward again, pressing her lips to the head and grabbing the base of his cock, squeezing firmly. She started a series of deep massages and upward strokes along the thick cumvein, eliciting another pleasured groan from her lover; in moments, the flow of warm cum erupted from the tip and into her mouth, the intoxicating taste of potent horse seed spreading across her tongue. Her eyes flicked up to Dakota, who was staring back down at her with a dumbstruck expression, and she smiled, slathering her tongue against the tip and rearing back. She lifted her chin and made sure he could see her throat as she swallowed the salty-sweet essence without issue, then playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

"Damn," he panted. "That was fucking... amazing..."

"You're not done yet, are you?" she asked, nuzzling and licking his shaft a little more- to her delight, he did not go flaccid.

"That wasn't even a full shot," he chuckled. After a few seconds, though, his face became serious. "AJ... you told me you were in heat."

She would not deny it to him, and so she nodded, getting up and sliding into his lap. The spire of horsecock pressed against her belly, giving her a clear indication of just how deep it would go. Once again, it was so very close- thoughts of how vulnerable she was, how easy it would be for his prick to slide into her unprotected cleft, and how much virile seed remained in his heavy balls, only stoked her desire. And if she asked, she knew he would give it all to her. Nevertheless, she pushed those desires back and looked up at Dakota, waiting for him to continue.

"... I know what I want," he told her, cupping her face. "But like I said, I don't have protection for you. Tell me what you want."

"If there was anyone in my life who I would gladly do this with, it's you, Dakota," she told him, touching her nose against his affectionately. "In only four days you've shown me more respect and care than I've ever known from any man. Whatever happens, I will never regret tonight."

It was all she had to say for the stallion to react, meeting her with another intense kiss; she returned it eagerly, thrusting her loins against his prick and making her desires clear. His hands went to her backside and she allowed herself to be guided onto her knees, allowing the stallion to grip his member and aim it directly between her netherlips. A beat passed, and then she was descending, moaning as her folds parted for the thick intruder. Slight, dull pain radiated from her stretched inner walls as she struggled to impale herself on her lover, though she said nothing. Having only been used to the long and narrow cock of her ex-fiancee, the foreign horsecock was clearly not designed to comfortably fit in her tight quim; yet she persevered, working her way up and down the thick tool little by little, descending deeper each time, aided by the slick cocktail of her natural nectar mixed with her lover's precum. Four inches; then six inches; and minutes later her well-greased, velvet inner walls were gripping around the entire throbbing length, her splayed-out netherlips gnawing the base. Before she knew it, she was back in his lap, his cock buried to the hilt in her tight, heated depths, feeling more filled than she had ever been in her life.

"Fffuuuck," he groaned, "you're so fuckin' tight, Allison..."

With a flex from her thighs she raised herself up again, feeling the prepuce slide past her tight folds; then lowered herself back down, breathing heavily as she was filled to the core with his cock once again. He matched her movements with countermotions, rocking his hips upwards to meet her descent, sheathing and unsheathing his length in her depths. Within minutes they had worked out a perfect rhythm, her ass beating against his thighs and adding percussion to supplement her moans. Her supple folds gnawed around the length, yielding to its presence and clamping around him to keep him in, yet the erotic cocktail of her nectar and his milky white cockgrease allowed him to draw out every time; though not without a delicious amount of friction between them both. Every powerful throb of his prick as it lingered in her loins squeezed against her g-spot, and every sheathing movement kissed his upper pelvis against her clit, causing her to writhe in his lap.

It was impossible not to draw comparisons. Richard had been long, but a few inches short of Dakota's proud length, and completely pitiful in terms of girth, in no way capable of stimulating her the way she was now experiencing. Dakota put everything about him to shame, stretching her deep and wide with his powerful horseprick where once only a long deer dick had been merely sufficient. She would have screamed her love for the stallion had she the capacity to form coherent words, and not simply for his cock or impressive sexual endurance; but for being everything that Richard was not. Despite being overwhelmed with a mix of lust and genuine love for Dakota, such that could only grip her shoulders and roll her hips into his lap as he began to move, she could still recognize that what he was doing he was doing for her as much as himself; splitting his attention between indulging in incredible sex, and ensuring she enjoyed it. Not for a second did he cease his affections, nipping and kissing her neck, breasts and shoulders as he thrust his hips upwards, his muscles trembling under the strain of restraint, sweat trickling down the grooves of his body and releasing a deeper, more potent musk that buffeted against the doe's senses. Between the intoxicating scent, the feel of his shaft gliding against her g-spot, and the warm waves of ecstasy brought on by her clit grinding his loins, AJ found herself quickly approaching her orgasm.

It tore through her almost without warning, the doe arching her back and crying out loudly enough she was certain someone would have heard. What she could only describe as a wave of hot lightning coursed through her very being, zapping every nerve throughout quivering core and surging along her spine, spreading the jolts through every single synapse in her body; all the while, her loins poured nectar from around her lover's cock, leaving a warm pool beneath them. Bursts of color appeared before her eyes as her head rolled back, and she went limp in Dakota's lap- it was only his quick reactions that prevented her from falling backwards, the stallion wrapping his arms around her and pausing their lovemaking as she leaned against him.

"Easy there, I got you," he rumbled gently into her ear, kissing into her neck.

AJ panted, drawing in lungfuls of air and with it her lover's scent, culminating in a delightful shiver that made her tremble in his arms. "F-fuck," she mewled, burying her face in his neck.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, rubbing her back.

"N-no," she moaned. "Dakota... you haven't cum yet."

"I'm taking my time," he told her, nuzzling her forehead.

"This... this can't be about just me," she breathed quietly, kissing the spot beneath his jaw. "I trust you... I want you to take me the way you want, as hard and fast as you want, as dirty as you want; and for you to cum where you want."

For a few hesitant moments he said nothing, a glint in his eyes being the only signal that he was enticed. Without warning he grunted and got to his feet, picking up the doe in his arms and pulling her off his cock in the process; AJ chirped in surprise, cooing lustily as her loosened quim was unplugged, a small puddle of her lover's precum splattering on the floor. She nearly shook at the thought of how much seed was in that watered-down pool, but before she could linger on those thoughts she was carried into the shower. He set her down on her unsteady feet, firmly pushing her face-first against the wall, spreading her legs apart with her backside sticking out. She watched as he grabbed the handle and rotated it, a deluge of hot water pouring from the showerhead above. He twisted her head and leaned over her shoulder, catching her in a deep kiss as he slid his bare cock along the crease in her ass, the organ drooling all over her back. When he broke off to speak, it was in a low, warning voice, with a tone that made her tremble with anticipation.

"I'm gonna fuck you harder than that pathetic, cousin-fucking dipshit you were engaged to has ever fucked you, Allison. I'm going to ruin your pussy so bad that if you ever pity him enough to grace him with the chance to fuck you again, you won't feel a thing. And I'm not going to stop until I've poured every drop of nut in your womb, where it belongs." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up- her mewling cry was that of elation and sexual longing rather than fear. Lower still, he had drawn his hips back and aimed the head of his cock against her trembling netherlips, threatening to breed her hole in an instant. "Do you want that, Allison?"

"Yes!" she gasped, giving him a look that was both submissive and hopeful. "Ruin me!"

"Then sing for me."

Had lust not addled her capacity to think, she might have been confused; but before she could process what he said to ask what he meant, he had grabbed her sides and sheathed his entire bare cock back in her with a violent slam, his toned hips battering her ass with an audible crack. Her breath caught in her chest as he drew back and speared his cock forward again, pistoning his lower half with quick, powerful strokes that beat against her backside repeatedly. Every thrust caused his heavy balls to swing forth, clapping her unguarded clit and sending searing hot shocks of rapture through her belly. For nearly ten seconds, the shock of being so thoroughly fucked by throbbing horsecock rendered her almost completely silent, reduced to ragged breaths borne of awe as he hammered away at her sex.

And then, as he had asked, she sang for him.

Though she would moan when the sex was good enough, she never knew herself to be a screamer, not in the few times she'd slept with a male, and so at first it did not register to her that she was making the noise at all. It started low, a whining mewl that poured from her throat and echoed in the small room, barely audible over the hiss of the shower and trickle of water pouring off their bodies. He switched his pace, holding her tight and sawing his massive cock in and out of her clenching folds with powerful, grinding thrusts, and in response her song changed into one of heaving gasps and high-pitched moans. It was a song, she thought dimly, befitting for a mare being rightfully bred by a worthy stud.

His athletic body flexed and writhed against her, strong hands leaving her hips and sliding up her body to cup her tits from behind, massaging with firm squeezes; she chirped each time his fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples, so new to the concept of having her breasts treated so roughly that the act thrilled her. Her body became his instrument, crying out in different notes in response to his touched, her voice growing in volume and enthusiam as she wordlessly begged for the breeding she was subjected to- sounds Richard had never caused her to make. They were not forced and cheesy as would be found in a porno, nor were they the whorish ravings of a nympho- but just as Dakota had sang for her and expressed himself through it, she found herself instinctively expressing her bliss and deep appreciation for what he was doing to her; through a lyric-less, sexual song born from ecstasy.

"Did he ever fuck you like this?" Dakota snorted, pawing her breasts and biting along the nape of her neck. "Did anyone?"

"Nuh-uhn! Nuh-no, god no!" she managed to cry out, suffering through another mind-fracturing orgasm, trembling and shaking as her nerve endings tingled delightfully; another deluge of her essence poured down their thighs as her folds fluttered around his girth. But for Dakota, she would endure it all; for the burning love she felt in his presence, she braced against the wall and held herself upright, fingers clawing against the tiled wall. Now he had returned to a slower pace, drilling his rut-stick around and making sure she could feel the head of his cock scraping against her inner walls, pressing firmly against her unguarded cervix, nestled up precisely where it could do the most damage. After this, she doubted anyone but the most well-hung studs on the planet would slake any heat she had- assuming she would have anyone else but him.

"Did he ever cum in you?" he grunted, tracing one hand up to her neck and grasping her throat; as if to emphasize the topic, he bucked against her hard, making sure his swollen nuts battered against her clit, each strike feeling like a resounding thump in her stomach. "I saw the fucker's balls, probably thinks he can flood the world with 'em."

"Yeeeeesss," she moaned, feeling shame as she arched her back and staring back at him. "But he auhhh-always came fuh-fiirrst," she slurred. "D... 'kota.... are you guh-gonna cum in me?"

"Fucking right I'm gonna cum in you!" he nickered, and her chest burst with joy at his answer.

"'kotaaaa," she cried. "Puhl-eeease breed meee!"

His breathing became more strained, movements more urgent, and despite suffocating in a haze of lust AJ knew he would fulfill his promise to take care of her when she needed it. He kissed her again, hammering away at her folds as hard as his strength would allow without hurting her. When at last she felt a weak, third orgasm pulsating from nethers, Dakota paused for a moment and shivered, groaning as he thrust once- twice- and a third time, burying himself to the balls in his lover and clutching her close as he punctuated his final stroke with heavy grinding, his precum-greased nuts kissing her clit.

The abrupt stop in movement nearly confused the deer. Then, as seconds passed, she could feel the heavy twitching of Dakota's balls, nestled against her clit as they seemed to draw up into him. Her hypersensitive cleft could feel the stallion's prick throbbing powerfully, the cumpipe running the along the neath of his cock distending as his balls channeled his potent cum through it. He arched his back and groaned heavily as the first volley of cum finally blasted from the tip, and AJ's eyes went wide. A violent tremble ran up her spine, generated by the sensation of her cervix being flooded by a veritable wave of boiling horse-spunk, filling the meager space briefly before it had nowhere left to go but deeper inside. A long, beautiful note poured from her lips as he poured his potent seed into her heated, fertile womb, filled to capacity within seconds- or so she thought. He did not seem to stop, grinding his hips against her supple ass and continued to fill her, the space seeming to distend with every load he pumped into her. What excess could not fit leaked out around his girth and dribbled down his balls and down the drain, while the rest of her lover's searingly hot baby-batter swam in her belly.

Dakota stirred finally, quickly back up with a startled curse and pulling his still-hard cock out of the doe. Her hand reached out blindly and touched upon a handicap safety rail, grabbing it firmly as she sank to her knees; she turned just in time to see the stallion squeezed at the base of his cock, stroking the length upwards until it exuded a strong-scented gelatinous load from the tip that splattered to the floor and was quickly swept into the drain by the overhead shower. She shivered at the sight, knowing full well he had just spent his breeding plug, which would have all but guaranteed that she'd carry his foal.

... A not entirely objectionable thought, she mused, giggling to herself as she ran a hand across her slim belly.

Dakota got to his knees, drenched in sweat and shower water as he reached out to the doe. She gladly took his hand and was pulled into his arms, meeting his brief kiss sweetly before they pulled away and held each other in the afterglow, still being pelted by warm water. Little by little, the ability to speak and think clearly returned to her, though Dakota was the first to break the silence.

"I... I'm sorry," he panted, "I had to make sure I didn't..."

"It's okay, Dakota," she told him, nuzzling his chest. "You were amazing. If you had sealed me up... I don't think I would have been angry in the slightest," she admitted, giggling.

"No... but we only just had our first date," he chuckled, running his hand down her body and cupping her ass. "There'll be plenty of time for that..."

She sighed and nodded, looking up at him. "I'm sure there will... but I'm going to start early on something people say I should be waiting on."

"Oh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Why, is it too soon for you to do it?"

"Fuck what other people think, I'm gonna say it anyway," she said, pressing her nose against his as she smiled up at him. "I love you, Dakota."

He smiled back, amber eyes filled with nothing but affection for her.

"I love you too, Allison."

She didn't spare an iota of thought worrying about the future, of what would happen with this newfound relationship, or of how fast it was all unfolding. Nothing, be it thoughts of Richard, of being stuck in a truck stop hub, or of having to return to California eventually, could take away her happiness at that moment.

They kissed again, and somehow, despite everything that had happened in the last four days, she knew everything would be alright.