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Brooke looked over the wooden fence. During the daytime the view was a postcard: red barn, a weathered but reliable tractor out front, a pen with a few pretty horses and a sprawling field of corn as the backdrop.

But this was nighttime - two in the morning according to her phone. The lights in the quaint farmhouse were out and a sliver moon provided only the faintest glow. Brooke, with her dominantly dark fur, black sweat pants and matching black sweater, was all but invisible.

She knew she was being incredibly naughty. Even a year on the road with middle-aged deviant Ryan Huffman had not entirely prepared her for the activity known as fence-hopping. It was something Ryan had only alluded to, but the idea thrilled Brooke. Now that she was here, her heart was racing so fast that she felt almost lightheaded. The sensation reminded her of the night she lost her virginity, when she felt delirious pleasure and a touch of pain, and heaps of apprehension preceding the act.

The chubby Dobie gripped a post and scaled the fence. It took some effort, but Brooke was a bit more toned than her doughy body suggested. She walked behind the barn, kept as much distance between herself and the farmhouse as possible. An ass peppered with birdshot was the last thing Brooke wanted.

Next over the fence into the horse pen she went. The stable opened into the pen and so the horses could have fresh air in the night if they wanted it, and woe be any coyote who might attack a half-dozen horses.

Their bestial smell was thick here. A year ago Brooke wouldn't have been prepared for it, that rich and musky odor which so many creatures possessed. Now the Doberman was a connoisseur of scents of the anal variety, and on tonight's menu was equine anus. A stallion was preferred, but Brooke would have settled for a mare or a gelding.

But Brooke was in luck. Trotting near her, nostrils snuffling with curiosity, the big and brown lone stallion of the farm took interest in the interloper. He bumped Brooke's chest with his snout and Brooke giggled softly. She whispered to the big boy, "Hi there. Oh, you're friendly... you're real friendly, huh?" Her paws stroked his broad head and she marveled at the density of the animal. She had been around horses, had even ridden a few, but that had been in her teenage years. Such time had passed that horses were novel to her again.

For a moment Brooke caressed the horse and she found herself lacking the nerve to do what it was she had come for. Eventually she realized how suspicious she must look dressed all in black in the middle of a horse pen and she started for the stable, beckoning the stallion by patting his snout. He snorted and followed not far behind, tail swishing.

Lights hung overhead in the stable, currently off. Brooke didn't dare turn them on, knowing what a beacon they'd be to the farmers. But by then her night eyes were focused, and she started to again caress the stallion. This time she walked down the great length of his body, heart pacing faster, loins dampening with taboo desire. She was actually about to smell a horse's ass. Then she would run back to Ryan and tell him all about it.

Just one sniff, she told herself. She stepped behind the horse and held his tail gently aside. He looked back at her, then seemed to lose interest. Brooke was paying his pretty snout no mind: his genitals had caught her eyes. She had seen pictures and had been among two-legged equines, but the scale of a feral stallion was stunning. She believed his balls rivaled the size of grapefruits.

She palmed them with care, wishing to avoid a kick if she happened to cause him pain. But he snuffled, nickered. Brooke smiled, cooed to the horse, "That's a good boy. That's a good big boy. God, look at these things..."

Sweat beaded on the black flesh of his balls, as this was not a particularly chilly night. Brooke dared to lick their smooth surface, and shuddered as briny sweat greeted her tongue. "Ooh, fuck," she whispered to herself. "Jeez. No coming back from this. I'm a total fucking degenerate now." Indulgence thickened her words and a sensual shiver raced down her spine as she acknowledged how deviant she had become.

From her position close enough to tongue his balls, Brooke gazed upon the main attraction: his anus. Plump, black, beaded with sweat. It reeked of potent equine musk even from a distance. Brooke touched her nose to the rim, which softly clenched at the touch. Even so firmly puckered it was ripe with musk. Brooke inhaled sharply through her nostrils, shuddered as she drank deeply of his stink. Without even considering it she slid a paw under her sweatpants - she had not bothered with panties - and pushed a finger knuckle-deep between her slick folds.

"Gawddamn," Brooke crooned. She pushed her nose harder into the horse's rim, caused it to open somewhat. Pink flesh slick with lubricating mucous greeted her nostrils. The scent within was laden with musk as Brooke was breathing very little outside air. Her knees trembled and she braced her free paw against the horse's rear.

Just one sniff, she reminded herself. But then she snorted his asshole, sucking the stink from it the way she snuffled her friend Ryan and his musky acquaintances. She moaned without regard for where she was. Vaginal secretions spurted from her sex, wetting the crotch of her sweatpants, darkening the already black fabric as if she were wetting her pants.

Brooke pulled back her head but her nostrils were painted with the horse's musk. Inhaling even clean air was like breathing in the confines of the stallion's asshole. She dived on his rim, lips wrapping around the convex pucker. She suckled it the way she liked to start her blowjobs - working just the glans, really teasing her boys up until they grabbed her head and pulled her down. The more she suckled, the more the rim throbbed, and she tasted the musk as well as smelled it, the flavor earthy and sweaty.

Brooke, masturbating with two fingers, popped her lips off of the rim. The sound was sharp and flat in the outside air and the horse's anus was left plumped and throbbing, though the horse showed no reaction. Brooke went for it again, this time forcing her tongue inside the horse's anal passage. This was another pleasure she enjoyed, tongue-fucking the men in her life.

The Doberman's tongue slathered as deep as it could go, slurping top and bottom, left and right, curling and twisting all over the pink, hot walls of the horse's ass. She was whimpering though she didn't realize it, moaning as she fingerfucked herself. Her climax came on suddenly, a hard and hot squirt completely soaking her pants through. She paused with her tongue buried and her lips and nose pushed into the rim, savoring the smell and the flavor of the moment as she melted into afterglow.

The chubby dog pulled back her tongue but it hung out of her maw as she panted. Her cheeks were flushed, body sweaty, legs trembling. The horse's anus, she could see even in the darkness, glimmered with drool. Brooke felt a simultaneous wave of pride and revulsion over what she had done.

But even then the girl knew her work wasn't done. She didn't remind herself that she had come only for a sniff. She was in for the full stallion experience now; she was a horse fucker and she planned to wear the title proudly.

She reluctantly left his broad, brown ass and knelt beside him, close to his hind legs. Without hesitation she grappled with his sheath from which his cock dangled flaccid, precum drizzling from its urethra. The head of his cock had not yet flared but the fact that it hung out at all told Brooke she had done something good working his asshole. It put a grin on her face.

"Like having your asshole tongued, huh? Well, I loved doing it. Glad to see it's a mutual love." She spoke softly, ostensibly to avoid being overheard - but she was really speaking intimately, just for the horse, who again looked back at her.

Brooke mouthed his dark cock, which stunk of musk and sweat much as his asshole did. She moaned around it, as it filled her mouth even without the fullness of its mighty flare. Precum dribbled into her maw, salty-bitter in flavor, and she swallowed it without shame.

The stallion's cock stiffened though the flare wasn't quite there yet. Brooke suckled and tugged it, clumsy because of the angle but eager in her efforts. She moaned around the equine meat stuffing her jaws and although afterglow was still upon her, she began to feel like she could go again. The wild idea to bellyride the horse crossed her mind, then she told herself that she really had only come here to smell his asshole. And so she settled for this, jerking him off and gulping on the foremost inches of his cock.

The horse began to nicker and snort. He bucked his powerful hips and forced his cock deeper into Brooke's maw. The Doberman consequently gagged and spat out the horse's cock; and then she saw that the flare was swelling, the precum drooling faster and thicker than before. She bit her lip and whined, and she tugged and nuzzled his fat, black horsecock with reverence in her manner.

Bucking and snorting, breathing hard and sharp, the stallion shoved his cock against Brooke's working paws. In a stroke of brilliance the Doberman yanked up her sweater and allowed her hefty breasts to joggle free. She forced the stallion's meat between her jugs, guiding it in a paw, using the other arm to squish her naked breasts together. The stallion fucked her warm and sweaty breasts for several moments, and then he nickered and tensed.

Brooke felt the flex of the horse's cock and it made her smirk to know that four-legged males had all the same tells as the two-legged ones. She cooed to the horse and kept him between her tits, and he came with the kind of volume Brooke had never experienced in her life, dumping the contents of his big smooth balls all over her lower body. Brooke, with a blush and a grin, pulled open the front of her sweatpants and let the seed pour in; she groaned like the whore she was as equine cum painted her sex and washed over her perineum, and the bud of her anus as well.

The Doberman caught some of the slop in her fingers and smeared it across her musky lips. She tasted some of it and thought it not particularly different than any other cum - but the volume and source both made it special.

Brooke sat back on the dirt floor when she stallion was finished. Huffing, moaning, she rubbed the stallion's hind leg, then helped herself up. She made herself as decent as she could but cum drenched her, soaking through her black clothing, clinging to her in telltale webs. She thought of looking for a garden hose to wash off but decided to just run for it. But before she went, she stepped behind the stallion and gave to his anus a wet, suckling smooch.

She knew she would have stayed there all night if she didn't force herself to move. She sighed, gave his pucker the briefest sniff, and then pried herself away without a look back. Over the pen's fence she went, the stallion not following her. Off the property, over the outer fence, and back to her car.

Ryan sat behind the wheel. A handsome graying wolf in oil-smeared jeans, red flannel and a trucker's cap, he looked out-of-place in Brooke's little Chevy Volt. Brooke peered in through the open passenger window.

"Mama done told me not to give strangers rides," Ryan said, affecting a thick southern twang.

Brooke grinned. "Shut up and pop the trunk, you old fart."

"Gosh, listen to this horse-fucker giving out orders," the old wolf scoffed, smiling. He hunted for the trunk release button, pressed it, and the back hatch opened smoothly.

From the trunk Brooke took a somewhat ratty blue blanket, closed the hatch, and then laid the blanket out on the passenger seat. Her emergency blanket if she found herself stranded in the cold, it was also just the thing to keep horse cum off of her seat.

Ryan said as he started the car, "You look like a cream puff, kid, I thought you were just gonna sniff some ass."

The Doberman giggled. "Oh, you know, Ryan... once you sniff, you want more." She leaned over. Ryan leaned towards her and pecked her musky lips.

"Goddamn, Brooke, you shove your snout inside or something?" He grinned and sniffed her face. "Smells like you were eatin' donuts like a cop."

Brooke laughed and smacked his shoulder. Ryan rarely failed to get a good laugh out of her. "Oh, just take me home already! This horse-sniffing thing was your idea, anyway." She plucked at her sweater which clung to her breasts. "God, I've never been this slimy before. I didn't know horses came so much."

Ryan chuckled and pulled out onto the dirt lane. Driving an electric car was nowhere near as fun as his truck. He reached over and patted Brooke's knee.

"You have fun at least, kid?"

"Yeah. Lots." She smiled at him, teeth somewhat visible in the dark of the cab. "Thanks for talking me into that. I love you, Ryan."

The wolf smiled, blushed. "Love you too, kid. Even if you're a goddamn degenerate, and a girl."

"Yeah, yeah. Poor Ryan, the beleaguered elderly queer," Brooke teased. "Maybe it's about time I introduced you to my brother. You know, my way of making up for shoving my nose up your ass."

Ryan, stopping where the dirt lane turned off from the highway, glanced at her. "Your brother, huh? He as cute as you?"

Brooke squeezed the old wolf's thigh. "Nobody's as cute as me. But he's a close second. Let's go home and we'll see what happens tomorrow."