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Russel was a Clydesdale, he was large, even large for a Clydesdale. He was 8 feet tall 10 inches, and more than a little muscular. Russel a beast of burden, carrying and pulling heavy things other races, even horses, often had trouble with. His coat was brown, hair black, he also was wearing a rather plain black t shirt which clung tightly to his muscular body. And some baggy blue, pants which, sort of, concealed what they were supposed to. Russel was big in a lot of ways, and at least tried to hold some modesty to himself.

Regardless it was hard to worry about modesty or much when it was a day Russel always looked forward to, he was about to stop by his favorite spot in town. And left his house with a pep in his step, though it was hard to tell with how heavy those hoof falls would likely seem to the large stallion. He always felt tall, and stood out a lot in crowds but that hardly mattered today.

Today, right now, Russel arrived at Bun in the Oven Bakery, his favorite place to eat, hang out and just be at. It was a somewhat large pink building, it was colored almost to look like a big strawberry cake, as if the building itself had layers. The logo above the door and on the windows, which were tinted so one couldn't see inside read "Bun in the Oven Bakery." next to the logo was a mare, one who looked quite motherly and was more than a little pregnant, holding up a cake proudly.

Russel happily opened the door, ducking down to get in. He looked around, seeing first and foremost a busty feline at the entrance. She was quite pregnant, it was hard to see all of her behind the counter but it was quite obvious all the same. She had white fur with some black spots here and there. She was wearing a pink apron with light pink frills all around the outside of it. On the front near the top of her breast was the label of the company "Bun in The Oven" impressively large enough to cover most of the front of her buxom body but that was about it. He could feel a certain stirring in his pants from the sight.

Besides her Russel could see most of the rest of the place as well. It looked more like a restaurant then a bakery. It was colorful, and spacious with a good bit of seating and even had waitresses. Though he could imagine it would still look odd to some, the booths were set up to be especially tall, even for someone like him he couldn't see what most of the other customers were up to. Still from here he could see the milk "bar" which was run by Marianne.She had easily some of the largest breasts here, and was another black and white beauty, and was also wearing an apron. He could see rather obvious dark spots on the front of her apron, wet with her own milk. It was an attractive sight, and the stallion did love seeing her. His cock was slowly starting to crawl from its sheath, from the sight alone but Russel controlled himself.

He was looking around, glancing about his mind set on something."Hello Russel, nice to see you too." The feline in front of him said a little playfully, Russel blushed and put his attention back to her. "Sorry Naomi...How are you today, job treating you well?" She smiled and perked up. "Much better, it's pretty good, it's a bit boring up here at the counter sometimes, don't get tips like the waitresses either, but, it's always nice when I get to see a familiar face"

Russel smiled back "Nice to see you too, we should chat proper sometime...Hey so uhh...Is Samara in?" Naomi gave a little giggle "One track mind as usual, yes she is in and no she isn't with a customer. She is in the back, was doing a bit of baking but I'm pretty sure someone else can take over. Anyways, I'm sure you want her?" Russel blushed a bit, but nodded. It was unsurprising Naomi had gotten to know him well enough to call him out given his frequenting business here. "If you would be so kind."

"Very well then, follow me to your seat and I'll get you your proper waitress." Naomi said, turning around. The action gave Russel quite the view, seeing her from the side was wonderful, that full, full of what looked to be a full litter if he had to guess. Those big milky breasts, full ass, which he got to see plenty of as Naomi turned to take him to his seat. It was quite hard for Russel to contain himself, he was starting to harden but somehow he managed to keep it in his pants as he walked with Naomi, not able to avert his gaze from that bountiful rump.

It wasn't too long before they got where they were going. "Here we are, take a seat and your waitress will be here shortly. I would tell you not to make too big of a mess but, well I know you too well, just try to keep it all in your own area this time." Naomi said playfully, making Russel blush quite a bit but he nodded. "O-of course miss Naomi, thank you very much...And I hope you have a nice day." Russel said, as he took a seat in the large booth, there was a good bit of seating space though only a rather little table. It had a little curtain to it, which he carefully drew as the stallion got himself comfortable. Unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down a bit, he knew himself too well and soon he would be missing a button and perhaps a pair of pants if they remained fully covering his stallionhood which at this point already was decently large, coming up to about his chest, and being almost as thick as one of his impressive arms.

Russel heard the pull of the curtains and he could see there she was, Samara. A deer, she was only about 5 feet tall, and he wondered if she was ever thin and small like many deer. Despite her short height, Samara was anything but small. Her belly was more than noticeably pregnant, she was obviously nearing the later months. And to him it seemed like it had to be at least a dozen growing in there, probably more, really it was amazing the girl could walk. She looked beyond soft, and beautiful, her features so sweet, the doe looked so motherly and caring. Her breasts were of course huge, and full of milk, her pink uniform barely fit, showing not only so much of her bountiful breasts he could almost see some areola. But also Russel could see her ass, it had likewise grown many times from the many breedings Samara had. Her milk stains were somehow more prevalent than the bovines too, always lactating, breasts bigger than his own head, and so full of fresh milk.

Russel was growing hard rather rapidly just from the sight of her. Her soft features, that cozy fur, every inch of that ultra buxom body. His own cock stood up, soon growing to go above his own head, his length just kept going, not stopping, it didn't even give him time to talk before standing tall at an impressive 7 and a half feet. Big enough to stand above his own head, and it was always musky, no matter how well he showered, and how well the rest of him smelled, the musk from his massive stallionhood, thicker than his arms was always around.

"Awww you are always so sweet Russel, I'm excited to see you too you know." Samara spoke up in a sweet motherly voice. Even leaning over to Russel, past his length which rubbed up against one of her breasts, making the stallion moan out. As Samara hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Russel blushed deeply "Always so familiar, t-thanks Samara..." Russel was glad she never judged, not even his first time. She didn't judge his rather large appearance which was off putting to most, even Naomi had seemed nervous, accepting such a large customer. Especially since he had even less self control then, every girl here had him fully erect.

But Samara didn't seem the least bit scared by him or his own endowments, she was so sweet. And really calming to the stallion, as she left and put down a menu he could only blush, and force himself to pry his eyes away. "Let's see, I'll ummm...I'll have the peach cobbler, along with milk from the tap." he said, setting the menu to the side.

"Sounds great, I'm quite fond of the cobbler but I suppose I would be, make that myself, milk and all." She teased, still Russel continued to blush and she continued. "And I presume like usual you want your milk before the meal." Russel nodded again "I'm uhhh, pretty pent up you can probably tell...I think it's the new job...Sorry if I'm even messier today..."

"Of course, you don't need to say anything more. Just relax." She said, in a once more soothing voice. Samara walked in fully and closed the curtain behind her. She undid the strap on the back of her apron, carefully undoing the last one so it would slowly fall off of her with a bit of guidance. It revealed the whole of her massive, impressive breasts, huge, bountiful mounds of flesh, with nipples thick in their own way, a slow drizzle of milk almost always flowing from them. That belly on display, every inch of it. It was impossible to fully see her lower lips but Russel could see plenty of those thick thighs, and some of her bountiful ass.

Russel's cock throbbed and spurted pre, it was such a perfect and arousing sight. Soon made more so as Samara closed in on him, to the point his vision was blocked by one of those huge breasts. The large stallion opened his muzzle, as the beautiful deer rather easily pushed one of her nipples right in his mouth. Russel could already taste that sweet, smooth, milk, it was better than any other he had. Something about it was so relaxing and yet arousing, the Clydesdale let out a muffled moan and started to eagerly suckle on the very pregnant deer's breast. Drinking down mouthful after mouthful of milk, his cock continuing to spurt and leak pre, making his impressive shaft quite slick from the stuff.

"Goodness, so hungry today, and just look at you down here." Samara said in a soothing, mature, lustful voice. As she pushed her very full belly of fawns to be up against the studs shaft. Slowly grinding her soft belly against it. "And just look at you down here, are you sure it's just from the job? If I didn't know any better, I would think my favorite stud was saving up, all for me." She said, the words, and the wonderful musical way she said it was all the more attractive.

Russel didn't consider moving away though, instead he suckled like the thirsty stallion he was, unable to stop himself from grinding back, rubbing his cock against that perfect belly. Already more than eager, his cock almost having a mind of its own at this point. "Now, now, you are milking me, just relax and I'll return the favor." She said, knowing that relaxing wasn't something Russel was likely to do. Still, Samara pushed closer, and started to gently nuzzle his cock. Unable to hold back a moan herself as she savored that musky scent, it was so intense, it was almost hard to think like this. She felt need, and lust wash over her as well, her love canal starting to get wet rather fast.

Samara gave Russel's cock a few, good, long licks. "It tastes especially good today too, your cock, your pre, I swear you become more of a real stud everytime I see you Russel." She said before leaning forward, and using her hand to grasp Russels cock, slowly and carefully angling it forward. It was an odd feeling but Russel could feel his length between her breasts. That huge belly up against the underside of his cock and against his rather massive balls. Each one bigger than his head, and so full of thick virile seed, they felt so heavy, especially on days like today.

Samara opened her muzzle, and managed to take Russel's cock in her mouth, Russel couldn't see well enough to even tell how she did it. He just kept suckling away, as he felt that soft, cozy, deer mouth, so perfectly tight, so very soft, start to suckle on him. Samara's tongue was so soft, it made him shiver, and she suckled with such skill, Russel couldn't help but pump constant pre, just as he was having a constant intake of wonderful milk.

Samara was loving this near just as much as her client, that sweet taste of the pre, combined with the virile taste of the stud. The flavor so suited to his musk, she could cum from just this alone, feeling her pleasure starting to spike, the deer somewhat sloppily made out with her clients cock. Letting saliva and pre drip down her muzzle, onto her breasts and belly. The deer's hands coming forward to stroke Russel's impressive shaft. The pre made it easy to get a nice good rhythm, really jerking him off, making him spurt even more of that delicious pre.

Russel pulled back for just a moment, panting "A-at this rate, I won't be able to hold back for very long...Samara, sorry your lips and mouth are just too perfect." Russel said, blushing deeply, feeling a bit bad that he was already so close. That being said Samara hardly seemed to argue, in fact she let him get right back to suckling, and even encouragingly suckled harder herself, squeezing his shaft a bit more, pumping it eagerly.

It was a bit fast but she loved making clients feel good, it was one of the many things the deer loved about her job. Before long Russel really couldn't take it anymore, the softness, the constant suckling, the way her tongue teased all over his tip, his flare, his urethra. Her belly rubbing up against and his balls non stop, her velvety hands, and her heavenly milk.

Russel came, he came hard even for him. Samara could feel it, suddenly what seemed like a gallon of stallion seed came spurting out of Russel's cock. It was much, much more than a mouthful for her. And that hot, sticky, cum spurted out, flooding her mouth, pushing down her throat, and out of the sides of her mouth. Samara tried to drink down the cum but to little avail, it was so thick, and by the time she tried to swallow what was in her mouth, Russel spurted out more of his delicious batter, right into her mouth.

Samara came too, loving the taste, feeling it forced down her throat, even feeling the way Russel came so hard his seed was shooting out, so much that it surged from her mouth, onto her breasts and belly, there was enough that before long it was dripping off of her and onto the floor.

The most she could do was keep trying to swallow, and just ride out her own climax, it felt like this whole thing lasted for minutes and minutes.

Being pumped full of hot seed, having it pour all over her body, she was growing more full too. Her milk spurting out too but that seemed to be much less of a problem for the thirsty stud who was swallowing away. The climax was going on for so long Russel eventually even got worked up enough to start thrusting some, forcing some cum deeper into her throat, and some to spurt more over her, and over his shaft, and the rest of the room.

Eventually after an especially rough pull back a loud pop was heard and Russel blushed as suddenly his cock popped out of Samara's mouth, he could feel the warmth lost. And hear her coughing as his seed continued to surge forth. Covering her face and muzzle in his hot cum, making an even more through mess of her, the stallion so aroused even without her mouth he shot several more spurts, cumming hard enough to hit the ceiling, paint Samara's back some, and generally coat the floor in his thick cum.

Once he was done Russel pulled free. "Samara I'm so sorry, are you ok-" Suddenly Russel could see and feel a long kiss to the tip of his cock which gave a needy little throb in response. "Shhhh, I'm more than ok, I love how much you give me Russel, it makes me feel like quite the woman. Knowing you save this much cum up all for me." She said with a smile.

Russel blushed a bit, somehow he wasn't soft, not even close, his balls somehow didn't feel lighter either. Still those words made him happy "Hey ummm, speaking of saving up...I have lots saved up for tips and stuff could I...Be your next...The one to put a bun in your oven I mean..." The stallion said shyly, not really sure if this was the time but it had been on his mind.

Samara gave a giggle "Oh of course, I bet you'll give me the biggest belly yet...Knock anyone up before Russel?" The stallion blushed more but shook his head. "Not a one, Miss Samara...You would be my first." She seemed happy with that answer, and gave his cock another little kiss. "Good, well I guess we will both get to see just how virile you are. Now, are you ready for that peach cobbler?" she asked changing the subject but, still in quite the friendly manner, acting professionally despite being filled with so much seed, having just cum and being covered head to cloven toe in cum.

"Well I-I appreciate the offer, I know you serve only the best but...I think I need to cum again Miss Samara." Russel said, his cock did appear to be just as hard as before, still it was kind of surprising. "That's a lot of stamina even for you but, alright, anything you want especially today sweetie?" Russel thought as he looked at her beautiful cum covered figure and nodded. "I would be honored if you would come over here and take a seat on my lap, is it ok if I...Do the work? After you sit down I mean, I don't want to be too rough but..."

"It's fine Russel, I can tell how worked up you are, I'll be fine, you know I can take it." Russel nodded and blushed again "Y-yeah, alright then, thank you, your kind as always." Samara giggled and carefully turned around. "I don't know if I'm that great but, I do try my best." She said, and carefully climbed up on the seats, it was kind of hard given how pregnant she was, how full she felt, how everything was covered with cum. Luckily Russel helped her up, and watched as she got stable, rubbing that huge full ass over his cock, which of course responded with more than a few spurts of pre.

Once more just the rubbing felt good and the sight was perfect, being able to see how soaked she was but also feel that tailhole, and that perfect, bubbly ass. Big enough from how many times she was knocked up it managed to engulf parts of his colossal shaft.

Though they were both feeling needy and the teasing didn't last that long, soon, Russel could feel the beautiful doe, slowly lowering herself down, pushing his massive cock into that tight little tailhole. Somehow it stretched, Still they both moaned in pleasure, Samara over having her tailhole stretched so much, the cum covered cock so slick, and hot inside of her. And Russel as the tight warm hole grasped around his stallionhood.

And Samara kept pushing deeper, and deeper, slowly grinding herself down the impressive cock, getting to the medial ring before she needed a break. Russel nuzzled her back, kissing it lovingly, hugging his arms around her belly and rubbing it lovingly, not even worried that he had to push through his own cum to rub it. "You really are perfect, I...I can't wait till these are mine, for now, are you ready? I ummm...I want to breed your ass, Miss Samara." He said.

Samara loved the attention, hearing Russel speak like that made her blush just a little but, it was nice. "Of course, you can breed any part of me as you see fit Russel, you know I would do anything for my favorite client." She said happily, as she felt his hands move to her hips.

Russel started to pull her down, forcing himself, deeper and deeper, it felt like his cock was pushing up through her body he had never tried to thrust in this deep. "You promise you'll be ok?" She nodded "Stop worrying so much, I promise I'm gonna be fine." She said. Russel felt a little nervous but he needed this so the stallion brought her down till he felt something odd like, he was penetrating her throat from the other side. She was already so tight but the feeling of her throat around his tip that tightness felt so good.

It sounded like Samara was gagging a bit but she was quick to throw up a little peace sign to show Russel she was ok. The stallion nodded and grunted a little, the tightness making him leake more pre, he pushed forward more until his eyes went wide, his massive cock was going all the way through her, his pre was spurting out of Samara's mouth. And yet she eagerly kept the peace symbol up, he could even hear some moans as he watched the strange sight.

The stallion kept pushing forward and soon, watched and felt as his cock started to stretch Samara's muzzle from the other way it usually did. She could taste it too, obviously smell the musk, seeming the taste or scent not being worse for the wear despite going through her bountiful body. The girl looked rather content and Russel, while blushing a bit couldn't deny to himself just how good this felt or how obviously ok Samara was. She was even lapping at his cock, suckling it.

Russel kept pulling, feeling more aroused, more needy, loving every second of this strange sensation of pushing his cock all the way through the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Until he got balls deep, standing a good couple of feet above Samara, spurting a fountain of pre down upon her. Her insides were so warm, so tight, so perfect, it felt like she was massaging Russel's cock in so many interesting ways.

The Clydesdale just couldn't hold back anymore he stood up, keeping himself cock deep. Samara stopped worrying about ensuring she was ok, putting her hands down, one hand went to gently rubbing at her throat the other, greedily grasping at one of her overfull breasts, kneading it. Forcing out milk onto the cum covered floor and helping her own pleasure along.

Russel slowly pulled back, watching his length retract past her mouth, feeling it past her throat and then, he thrust back roughly. Forcing Samara to gag as he did so, the deer seemed not even slightly upset in fact, her juices were gushing onto the floor, it was obvious that she was loving this rough treatment. "I always forget you, love guys being rough...Love some dirty talk...Y-you whore." It was a little awkward for Russel to say but, he followed it up with several rather rough thrusts, feeling his own pleasure quickly building as his cock thrust in and out of Samara's body. Making her ass jiggle with every thrust, feeling his heavy balls smacking against her ass and thighs, feeling and seeing his cock going through her it was wonderful.

And Russel couldn't help himself but pick up the pace thrusting harshly, loud enough their messy noisy sex could easily be heard from outside of the booth, the constant smacking sounds of his cum covered cock slamming into her huge ass, even his balls smacking into her was audible, as was her near constant lustful gags, her moans, her drooling and gargling pre. But the stud was far too turned on to worry about things like that.

He was just focused on the immense pleasure every thrust gave. "Good, whore...Beautiful, breeding whore...I'm close...Your body, really is made for milking cock." He managed out, it felt like he was thrusting full power at this point, it was impossible to hold himself back anymore, it was all just too perfect, too pleasurable, every thrust a strange kind of ecstasy for both of them.

And within a few dozen more thrusts Russel came once more, slamming his cock deep as possible by instinct. As pleasure erupted like a volcano, his cock spurting with the force of one. It was hard for him to even process that as he came, his breeder all the way through the voluptuous deer. He was cumming into the air, further staining the ceilings walls and floor with thick dollops of sticky stud seed.

She came too, the beautiful doe which he had so much affection for. Samara was overtaken by the pleasure of being showered by cum, the constant thrusting, her own groping and the general, perfect perverseness of it all. It was strange but wonderful, especially the feeling of Russel's stallionhood throbbing all throughout her body, and the rain of cum on her body.

It seemed like minutes of the stallion cumming even more then before, but his mind had put two and two together and actually pushed the deer up. Till he was cumming in her throat, the stallion watching as his cum surged from Samara's mouth in thick gushes. He had to just hold here for a while, too turned on to do much else and, enjoying the sight of watching his seed, messily pushing out of her mouth.

Eventually Russel managed to force her forward enough he was cumming right in her belly. The stallion really was just too turned on, like he was in some kind of deep rut today, gallons and gallons of cum seemed to erupt from his cock, right into Samara. Minutes of this pure bliss continued on, Samara savoring the fullness, feeling the pleasure from it, loving all of it, and Russel happily flooding his favorite waitress.

Eventually though he was feeling a bit nervous, The doe before him looked very, very pregnant, and was starting to kind of fill the booth area up with her belly. He pulled out, still cumming even after minutes and, couldn't help but eagerly stroke his cock as he looked down at the cum bloated girl. "Ahhh, S-sorry Samara..." He managed out but still kept cumming, coating her back, ass and, well all of her, with dozens of layers of hot stallion batter.

By the time he was done, the whole room was pretty much coated in cum, the booth's, and ceiling were a mess and the floor was so coated in cum the cum itself was over ankle deep for him, and likely would have been deeper but he could see some was slowly seeping out into the hallway. Samara was a cum covered mess, she was giggling some and seemed rather out of it.

"A-are you alright..." He asked, panting himself, Russel's cock finally starting to go down, despite the fact that the sight before him was quite appealing in its own unique way. Though concern did push itself into his mind for a little bit, as Samara giggled and babbled about cum, mindlessly lapping at the seed on her face for a little bit.

But just as Russel was wondering if he should get helped it looked like her mind was clearing up. "Mmmm, oh was I dreaming?" Samara giggled. "Oh wow I feel so full...Goodness Russel...There is cum everywhere." She said rather shocked and impressed, though not exactly sounding upset. "Y-yeah...I'm glad you are ok." Russel said with a sigh of relief. "Better then ok, that was amazing...I can't remember the last time I had so much fun." She said, taking a deep breath and sort of wallowing in the cum a little bit, giving a happy sigh.

Before sort of thinking of something "Though sorry I think it might take me a...Good while to get your peach cobbler like this, you can grab another waitress if you like. I know anyone here would be happy to serve a sweetheart like you." she said cheerily.

"No that's ok...I haven't even tipped yet and I would be happy to wait here as long as it takes." Russel said he had set the day aside to be here, and nothing seemed better than spending it with Samara. Talking, joking, relaxing, as she slowly deflated from countless gallons of stallion seed. Russel himself not even bothered by the overflow of it in the room, to focused on the good, beautiful company to care.