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This vignette was written for Yui_olp as part of my Patreon request days for February. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and hyper-orgasmic fun. :3

Out to Stud

There had been a time when running came with a human upon their backs. A time when running meant being laden down with a bridle, stirrups and countless other pieces of tack, tail wrapped and bound, and colourfully dressed men and women scrambling astride them, yelling at them and slapping at their sides with booted feet, demanding they run faster, jump higher, and win.

Then the forest came. At first, it was simply visible at the far edge of a nearby meadow close by the stables. Then, days later, it was closer. And closer. And closer until finally one day the horses awoke to the sounds of their human riders and owners yelling in a panic, demanding to know what the hell had happened, where all these trees had come from, and why there was a river flooding its banks out over the courtyard of the stable where they were paying thousands a month to board their race-winning stallions and mares.

Then, the humans were gone. Leaving the horses tied up in their stables, not just for an afternoon, not just for a day, but for longer. And longer.

Someone came back, of course. But, it wasn't one of the stable owners, or the horse's own stakeholders, or anyone like that. It was a groomer. A young, quiet groomer who had only been working here for a few months who appeared in the stable two full days after everyone else had fled.

She set them loose. All of them. Opened not only the stable doors, but opened up the meadow's gate too. She set them free, ushering them out towards the vast trees of the forest that had already begun to consume the stable complex within its lush foliage.

And that was when they met. When, amidst the thundering of hooves as the horses raced off to freedom, one mare and one stallion found themselves running side by side. Found themselves regarding one another, acknowledging one another with snorts and tosses of the head. He couldn't help but admire her gorgeous, near pitch black coat, so shiny and sleek, nor indeed the strong curves of her haunches and the flush of deep pink visible between her hind legs, so inviting and fertile beneath the coarse curtain of her tail. And she couldn't help but be captivated by him. By his chestnut coat and darkly contrasting mane. By his wild eyes and the sheer size of his form, larger than her by several hands. She couldn't keep her eyes off the heavy testicles swinging between his legs, to the point where the mare didn't even notice as the stallion altered his course slightly, guiding them away from the rest of the herd and towards the river, where they could be alone.

They stood by the river, side by side, and rubbed their heads together. They wickered and huffed, nostrils flaring, eyes staring wide and unblinking at one another. Already they were excited. Already both knew what they wanted, and both knew that out here in the wilds of the forest, there was no human to separate them. No human to punish them if they tried to act on instinct, or to force them into breeding at a time and with another horse they had no knowledge of, no desire for beyond innate instinct. This, however... what they were feeling, what they could sense of one another, this was far more than instinct.

The stallion turned, and before the mare could react she felt teeth nipping at her flanks. She reared back, hooves flailing, but her whinnying cry was one of surprise, not of anger. She let him nip her again, and felt her nether regions flare and clutch at the sensation. She felt him do it again, and as she peered down at the lush grass beneath their hooves, she saw that he too was not unaffected by their shared intimacy. His shaft was hanging down and swelling rapidly, and soon it was throbbing, slapping up against his stomach as he trotted around behind her and buried his face under her tail. She could feel his top lip curling back as he pressed his face to her nether regions, hear him inhaling, and letting loose an ear-splitting whinny of joy mere moments later. His hooves stamped and pawed at the ground, and as she turned to face him head on once more, his face was etched with desperation and longing, shamelessly and wordlessly confessing to the mare what he wanted, what he needed from her.

Of course, she was all too ready to give it to him. To share it with this stallion that she knew was meant to breed her, to fill her with his seed and his foals soon after. But first, with the river trickling nearby, she wished to quench the thirst which had gone untended to for two days, but for some increasingly stale, warm and stagnant water within the trough of her stable-block.

She moved to the river's bank, standing in the pebble-strewn shallows ankle deep, and drank. She felt him peel away from her, no matter how hard a task it may have been, and do the same to quench himself. To invigorate himself for what was to come. The more she drank though, the more all that she wanted was to stop drinking, and to throw back her head in a frantic, whinnied plea for his breeding to commence. Never before, not even during a heat had she felt herself grow so aroused, so needy with such speed or intensity as this. Nor by the looks of it, his cock not only throbbing and straining against his torso but painting the river itself with streaks of thick, creamy white pre-cum in abundance, had the stallion.

Barely a minute later, still standing in the river's shallows with no patience remaining to move even slightly onto more dry and stable ground, the stallion nipped at the flanks of the mare one more time. She snorted, her tail flagging high up into the air and exposing her nether regions as a brief spurt of translucent liquid sprayed forth from within the deep pink folds. A moment later, she felt an immense weight fall upon her hindquarters. She felt forelegs gripping at her torso, the stallion mounting her and hurriedly shuffling forward as she dug her hooves into the pebbles and pushed back against his body, welcoming his presence astride her. She felt his hot, erect member graze her left buttock, then a few moments later the inner surface of her right thigh. He pulled himself more and more completely astride her, and as he did so his thrusts grew more and more targeted. The mare whinnied feverishly as his cock pressed against the sphincter of her anus, so close yet so far from its intended target. And then, just another few agonisingly lengthy seconds later...

The stallion pressed into her, into the mare's hot, wet depths in a single trembling thrust. He staggered forward upon his hind legs, eyes bulging and a frantic snort escaping his muzzle as he found himself suddenly hilted deep inside her clutching innards. He held himself there for a few moments, the two of them both fighting not to lose control, not to start kicking and thrashing around right then and there. He thrust once. Twice. Three times, bucking his already deeply buried cock feverishly into the mare. He felt her squeezing, clutching, milking him with her inner walls. He heard her whinny violently, and felt a hot rush of fluids pouring out around his cock. It felt incredible. It felt so good that he couldn't resist. Couldn't hold back, even if he'd wanted to. With a bellowing whinnied cry of his own, the stallion let loose inside the mare's quivering, cumming depths. He poured himself out into her, the first orgasm of his free life alongside the first of hers.

The stallion shook, and snorted, and waited for the pleasure to fade. For his cock to start softening, the cue for him to slide down off the mare and leave her body be until such a time as those desires swept through them once again. He waited, and waited. He huffed. His eyes rolled, and widened in their sockets as he counted the time passing by with more and more thundering beats of his own heart. He felt hot liquids running down his legs, a combination of his and the mare's juices as they overflowed and poured back out of their still straining, twitching, throbbing, cumming nether regions. He was waiting for his body to stop, for this sensation to end, but... it wasn't. He didn't know how, or why, or if this was normal and all his past matings and even his masturbatory attempts at self-pleasure had been pale imitations of the truth. All the stallion did know was that the pleasure was utterly incredible, and that as it went on, and on, and on, all he hoped, all he wanted was to know for sure that the mare was experiencing the same unceasing bliss as he was.

Huffing, trembling and whinnying, the mare glanced over her shoulder as she and her stallion were overwhelmed by this constant, mind-numbing and unendingly fevered climax. She had never known such pleasure, neither so intense nor so long-lasting as this. To this day she had never believed that she would feel pleasure more wonderful than the time another mare had boldly buried her tongue between her legs after a race win and stimulated some spot deep inside of her that had left her nether regions winking and drooling for minutes after the fact. But on this day, with this stallion mounting her and cumming, cumming so long and so productively within her, she finally had that belief dispelled. The orgasm that struck her wasn't multiple back to back peaks, it was one sweeping, all consuming climax that went on and on. There was no ending in sight, no lessening of the pleasure, just wave after wave of crashing, overwhelming bliss as she remained clamping and squirting around the stallion, while his fertile seed drooled down her inner thighs and into the river below.

How this was possible, how it had happened, the mare didn't know, and she suspected from his own frantic whinnying that her stallion didn't know either. But, in that moment or the many more pleasurable moments to follow, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling, the horse with whom she was sharing it, and this place. This wonderful place where they were cumming together, locked in the tender embrace of their union as if celebrating their newfound freedom, and their arrival in what both mare and stallion now somehow knew would be their home... a safe and glorious, beautiful home, for the rest of their days.

By Jeeves

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