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Authors Note-- Hello! I'm Anamalia, and this is a commision for Duslor featuring their OC, Ursala! I had a lot of fun writing this, so if you like what your reading feel free to like/favorite/save the story and to check out my other ones. I'm also open for commissions to those of you who might be interested- just check out my Journal for details :)

Life was sweet when your tastes were simple; that was Pans opinion. While other stallions of the Feral Lands ands spent their time chasing after mares and butting heads with each other, he had chosen the life of a rogue. What need did he have for a harem when the world was filled with women? What need did he have for a land when he could go wherever he pleased? The stud had no need for things like those, and why would he?

A shire mutt, even at two years old he was tall and well muscled. He didn't quite have the overall bulk of a coldblood, but he was built thick-boned and strong, with a chocolate palomino coat so dark it was almost black. A thick white blaze ran the length of his face from muzzle to forehead, and icey blue eyes peered from beneath cream forelocks. By many standards he was the full package; handsome, intelligent, capable. And yet he had no desire to pursue the things that were most commonly associated with his species. He was too selfish for it, concerned only with have his own needs mets, and usually just the basics.

Because all Pan really needed was room to roam, access to food, and a warm body to have his way with every now and then. Occasionally the itch for companionship that lasted longer than a single night did strike him, but he'd never met someone he'd wanted to keep around for longer than a week or two.

Yup, in all life was good for him, and with the discovery of the Hells-Pass Ranch things had gotten a bit better.

Now, Pan hadn't been expecting much when he'd heard of a new sex farm popping up somewhere in the west of the feral lands. When he'd decided to shun the traditional ways of a wild horse he'd decided that he'd might as well indulge in what the rest of the world had to offer, and it hadn't taken him long to start scoping out the other things the Feral Lands had to offer. Because these territories were mainly lawless it meant that humans and anthros would often abandoned their home nations to start settlements and business in these 'free' lands, and so over time Pan had found himself exposed to all kinds of cultural aspects that wouldn't have otherwise been available to him with the feral herds.

And that was how he'd discovered whore-houses and sex farms.

By now the chocolate palomino stud was quite familiar with the setup and how things usually worked- or so he thought. You see, most other 'establishments' like the Hells-Pass Ranch were sketchy as hell. The quality of the workers was usually poor and boring, and the price of one that wasn't usually turned out to be a small fortune that few could afford. Hygenically sub-par and usually run by some abusive psychopath, literally the only upside that kept people coming back was the idea that they could do whatever they wanted to whoever was handed to them- and that was usually enough to ensure a loyal customer.

But lo' and behold, the Hells-Pass Ranch seemed to go above and beyond the average standards of what a sex farm should offer, and Pan didn't find himself disapointed the first time he'd showed up there looking to satisfy that old itch.

The property was far larger than he ever could have imagined it to be. Most of the time these 'farms' weren't literal farms at all, and instead consisted of a few dozen captives or willing workers being held in an old or abandoned building somewhere. The Hells-Pass Ranch was probably the first place of its' kind that he'd ever dare to call a proper 'business', and at the very least the draft stallion could appreciate all the effort that went into the place. Hell, they even had liasons to help customers figure out what they wanted and what they could afford.

Of course, Pan didn't have to worry about either of those things. Despite the fact that he was a feral horse, he was extremely well off financially thanks to his dealings with the various settlements he was involved with. He didn't like to get into details about it, but you could say that as a feral he had easier access to certain things that were useful to the anthros and humans living in the area, and they were willing to pay handsomely for his work.

And when it came to his tastes, he wasn't picky. As long as there was some variety he was game, and it seemed like his high-rolling habits made him noteable among the other customers. His visits became regular and after a while he was invited to partake in the farms first 'Equine Breeding Extravaganza!'; a week-long event where the facilities most loyal equine customers were invited to enjoy a selection of mares at a discount price- so long as the stud was willing to leave them with child.

Apparently it was some gimmick they used whenever they wanted to increase the resident population, so most -if not all- of these foals would likely end up recycled back into the Ranches system. Above all, the stallion thought it was this that made the entire thing so appealing. There was just something absurdly kinky about the idea of maybe one day fucking his own son or daughter without even knowing it.

Eventually the week of the event came, and once again Pan found himself back at the Hells-Pass Ranch. After being let in at the gate and making his way to the main house he found one of the ranches liasons standing there waiting for him.

She was a pretty young thing of maybe seventeen, a human with soft-looking brown hair that fell in gentle waves just past her shoulders. She greeted him with a cheerful smile, clutching her clipboard to her chest with one hand as she waved to him with the other.

"Hi there! You must be Pan, right? My name's Chelle and I'll be your liason this afternoon." she said, and he noted at once how well-spoken she was despite her age, as well the instant likeability he felt toward her. He could see why Lucifer had employed her in such a way, and wondered in the back of his head if she was also one of the working girls- maybe a Level Three with a side job as a liason?

Instead of asking though he nodded and gave a flick of his tail, smirking back at her. "Yep, that's me. What have you got for me today?"

"Virgin filly, bay. She's all set up and waiting over in the Level One stable, Stall #63. I can take you over whenever your ready." she replied.

"Sounds good. Lets get this show on the road, then.'

After this he was lead along a road past the house and out toward the stables themselves, which he already knew sat at the back of the ranch-houses property. As usual the property was immaculate, and from a distance you would have never known the place was used for such a sinister thing. Maybe that was because it was so peaceful- those soundproof stalls came in handy after all.

"Your mare was specially selected for you by the Ranches owner, Mr.Lucifer, as a thank you for all your recent business. Apparently she's a special case; an amnesiac that resets after every day. According to our on site medical team her virginity is still in-tact and she should be in full estrus. You'll have acces to her for the next 48 hours to esnure fertalization and to allow proper time to experiment with her special features."

"Well, give your Boss my thanks for me, will ya?" Pan replied as he followed along, wondering vaguely in the back of his mind just why the ranches owner had noticed him at all. Was it because he was also a feral stallion who'd rejected the traditional way of living? Was he trying to get on Pans good side because he had a thing for stallions? Or was he really just greatful for the chocolate palominos business lately?

Oh well, it didn't matter. Whatever Lucifers intentions were, they were only benefitting Pan for the moment. And there was no point in runing a good thing.

So, the young stud followed along after Chelle as she the led the way inside of the stable and down the long hallway, eventually coming to a stop outside of on of the many doors lining the hall. "Here we are." she announced.

The door of the stall, like all the others, was equipped with a small white chalk-board holding the details of the mare inside. A quick glance confirmed everything that Chelle had told him earlier; bay filly, 2 years, virgin, amnesiac. The name 'Ursala' was also there, along with the word 'reserved' written in bold letters at the bottom.

Chelle stepped foreward and opened the door for him, quickly standing out of the way so he could enter.

"As you know by now, the buzzer next to the door will call a guard to let you out when your done for the night. We'll also send one of our medics by to plug her uterus to help the conception."

Pan nodded but didn't bother saying anything else, stepping into the stall and letting her close the door behind him.

Now the 'stalls' at the ranch weren't really stalls at all, and were much more comparable to bedrooms in a house when it came to their size. Those that held anthros and humans usually also contained beds and dressers as well, along with a door leading to a bathroom. While the feral rooms were a bit different and customized to the individual within, they were still quite sizeable, and Usrsalas room was no exception.

His icey blue eyes found the filly at once- how could he not? She was tied up firmly in the center of the room where four woodoen posts had been brought in and bolted to the floor.A leg was lashed to each one with what looked to be black leather straps of some kind, and the result was her being forced to stand still in that one spot, hind-legs spread in a deliciously inviting manner with her ass on display for anyone who walked into her room.

She turned to look over her shoulder at him as he stepped inside, and he wondered what she was feeling in that moment. Did she even know where she was or why she was here? Or did she wake up every day with nothing but questions, entirely blank?

A long silence hung between them, but Pan broke it with a smirk as he slowly crossed the rooom to stand behind her. "Your prettier than I expected you to be." he noted, gaze shamelessly raking over her body. She was a cart-horse of some kind, well-groomed with shiny bay fur and curves in all the right places.

He watched her struggle against her binds in a final attempt to escape them, something he was sure she'd been trying ever since they foroced her into them.

"Please, just- just let me go." she whimpered, and he knew now that it was indeed fear she felt. Memories or not, she'd connected the dots and knew what was coming- at least to an extent.

"Let you go?" Pan echoed, snorting in amusement as his muzzle lowered to nibble and nip along her spine and ass. "But then we wouldn't get to play."

He watched her ears pin back as the weight of his words seemed to settle on her, and the implications of what was coming were made blatantly clear. Still, she tried again, hoping to win his sympathy somehow.

"You don't understand! I'm not even really a horse- this is wrong" she pressed, hoping to win him over with logic.

Now, Pan wasn't the sort to be won over by sob stories or things like that, but he was a curious guy by nature, and while her claims didn't really make sense to him he still decided to humor her- if only to hear what crazy tale she came up with to try to spare herself from getting fucked.

"Oh really? Cuz you sure look like a horse to me"

Ursala, of course, mistook this curiosity for a sign that she might be getting through to him, and quickly went on to explain her unique situation to him.

"But I'm not- really I'm not. I'm a human girl, and it was my father who did this to me. He thought that I was doing bad things with the boys in town and so he paid someone to change me into an animal as punishment. All of this is just a big mistake. Last night I went to bed in the stables back home and then the next thing I knew I was waking up here. Someone must have accidentally brought me here thinking I was a normal horse or something. You have to listen to me."

Of course, Ursala had been at the Hells-Pass Ranch for much longer than just a single night. In fact, she'd been there for almost a week now, purchased from a man who'd sold the ranches owner about half a dozen other horses as well in preperation for the breeding event. If she'd had access to her stolen memories then she would have clearly remembered begging her father not to sell her, pleading with him for another chance only to be rejected. He didn't want her bad reputation staining his pristine one, and so he'd simply gotten rid of her. Without those memories though, all she had was the naive and terribly incorrect assumption that all of it was a mistake, one she was desperate to rectify.

"So let me get this straight; your a human girl who pissed off daddy, only to be turned into a horse and mysteriously whisked away in the middle of the night?" he snorted, not bothering to hide his disbelief.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I swear it's true! I'm a human, and humans don't have sex with animals!"

At these words Pan couldn't help but grin from his position behind her, deciding to play along.

"i suppose that is true." he agreed, feigning thoughtfulness. "But I'll have to be sure."

Ursala had been staring ahead as she spoke to him, mainly because it was uncomfortable to crane her neck to try and see him over her shoulder. And so she didn't at all expect the fat, hot tongue that suddenly swiped over her mound as the stallion finished speaking.

A soft squeal escaped her and she jerked forward to try and escape it as it swept over her slit and clit once more, but there was nowhere to go with her legs bound to the posts.

"S-stop it! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, having thought she was getting through to him.

"Well," Pan began, pausing to speak but keeping his muzzle hovering above her sex. "If you really are a human, then this won't feel good at all- because humans don't have sex with animals, right?" he'd ask, using her own words against her and twisting them to his advantage.

"That's not what I-"

"No, no, your totally right. Only a total sicko would get turned on having their pussy licked by a wild animal, so if your telling the truth then you won't get any pleasure from this at all, and I can set you free."

Upon hearing the words 'set you free', Ursala went quiet. In no way did she want anyone touching her down there, but it seemed like the stallion was willing to let her prove her point even if she didn't like how it was being done.

Pan, on the other hand, knew full well he was just screwing with her. Even if she was right and she was a human before all of this, that didn't change what he was going to do to her here today.

Playing with her like this was fun, though. He didn't care if it was cruel to twist her words or to imply she was a 'sicko' if she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue lapping at her entrance. Instead he took her silence as acceptence and went right back to work.

He made sure to do his work thoroughly- not because he was particularly interested in her feeling good, but because he wanted the satisfaction of being able to call her out for her lack of self control. The filly didn't even know it yet, but she'd lost as soon as she'd agreed to play. Maybe on her own she would have had the conviction to stay strong in her resolve, but she was deep in the throws of her first heat. He could feel how swollen and sore her vulva must have been with want, could taste the musk in her vaginal folds that told him her body wanted it even if her mind didn't. It was simply biology, and no stupid human girl was going to be able to fight that.

Over and over he made his tongue broad and flat before licking up the length of her gash and her clitorous, making sure to give that little bud an extra flick before pulling away.

Ursalas attempts to stay steadfast were admirable. He could see her clenching her jaw to keep from accidentally making any noise and could tell she was focusing hard by the way her eyes were screwed shut, and he decided that he might have to take it up a notch.

Without any indication that he was changing up his technique, the chocolate stallion suddenly abandoned licking at her mound and instead began to lap right at her entrance. His fat tongue spread her lips and plunges inwards, feeling the tightness of her virgin hole as it yielded to his proding organ.

The response from Ursala was priceless, and Pan would commit it to his memory for later use during late nights alone. The sound the girl made was half-way between a gasp and a horse-like squeal, her entire body going rigid as he pushed into her depths. Her pussy tried to tighten up around him but he was already withdrawing it to draw her juices into his mouth.

Again an again that strong, slippery tongue would spear past her lips to taste her insides, his velvety muzzle pressing into her clit and grinding against it as he pushed deeper into her, faster and faster until he could clearly feel the barrier of her virginity against the tip of his tongue.

With no warning to prepare her he began to punch against it, silenlty loving the way it felt to have her walls tighten and clench against him as he tongue-fucked her.

Ursala, meanwhile, was trying to keep herself under control. She kept repeating to herself that this was rape and that an animal was licking her, but no thought she came up with seemed to completely block out the feeling coming from her nether-regions. The truth of the matter was that Ursala had been miserable ever since she woke up that morning to find herself in Estrus.

At first the pretty filly hadn't known what was happening, and had even suspected the throbbing ache to be attributed to some kind of sexual assult, but she'd soon realized that couldn't be the case; her vagina didn't hurt because it had been tampered with, it hurt because it wanted to be touched. Badly. Something she'd figured out and tried to rememdy on her own by rubbing against the walls of her stall only to find it didn't bring the kind of release she needed, despite how good it felt.

And so now, even though she didn't want any of this at all, on some level it was satisfying a more primal part of her that she just couldn't control. And as much as she hated to admit it, the feeling of this horses tongue spreading and penetrating her -if only by a few inches- was driving her body crazy. It was hard not to gasp or shudder despite her best efforts, and when he went deep enough to finally reach her hymen it was like her vagina had a mind of it's own, squeezing his tongue in encouragement and letting loose juices that betrayed her attempts to remain stoic.Nobody had ever touched her like this, and the sensation were almost unbearably good.

"See, I-it doesnt feel goo-ood at all." she lied, but the words were breathy and broken by a soft moan she was too late to shut down.

Pan didn't believe her for shit, and only smiled into her pussy knowingly as he continued, ignoring how tired his tongue was. Finally, with one more powerful, deep stroke, it burst through her hymen and illicited a yelp from the girl, who went rigid on his tongue.

"OW! Stop, stop, stop!" she begged, her body going tense as a pained whimper accompanied her words, but he didn't show any mercy. Instead he kept up his steady rhythm, scooping the flood of juices and blood into his mouth and savoring the taste as his cock slipped from it's sheath and began to twitch beneath him. Only when he was satisfied that he'd licked her clean did he finally pull himself out of her, breathing heavily as he lifted his gaze to find her looking back over her shoulder at him.

Her expression was one that gave away her nervousness at once. She was panting and wide-eyed and her body was trembling, and Pan had to admit that it was pretty damn sexy to see her looking so dishevelled.

"I dunno." he said at last, tone mischevious. "It was kind of hard to tell from back there. It sure seems like you were enjoying yourself."

Ursala was quick to shake her head, trying to disagree. "I wasn't!" she insisted, "Please, just let me go!"

Pan only shook his head though. "No, I'm still not sure. We're going to have to do another test."

"That wasn't the deal! You already licked me down there, that should be enough!" she protested, tears starting to come to her eyes.

"It would have been enough, if you hadn't been moaning and trying to milk my tongue like it was a dick." he replied, making sure to word it in a way that would let her know she was as much of a slut as her dad thought she was.

"But I wasn't! I barely made any noise at all!" she cried, the tears finally finding their way down her cheeks.

"We both know that isn't true. In fact, I'm starting to think that your Dad was right; maybe you are a little slut." he taunted with a smirk, watching as she turned away from him and shook her head, quietly beginning to sob.

"Well, there's only one way to find out for sure." he said, and with that, he mounted her.

As Ursala felt his weight settle atop her and his forelegs grip her hips she began to panic. Crying and struggling against her binds with renewed vigor she began screaming for help at the top of her lungs, hoping someone would come to her rescue.

"Oh, did nobody tell you? These stalls are all sound-proof. Scream all you want." he laughed coldly, all the while lining up his throbbing cock to the entrance of her cunt. This entire game of theirs had really got him going, and a part of him had been deeply satisfied at misleading and touching this poor young girl like he had.

Her screaming stopped, but the crying didn't. Oh well, it hardly mattered. Instead he let a low, lusty nicker out as he felt the flare of his rock-hard dick push up against her wet slit. Entering a mare for the first time was always his favorite part. To feel their pussys walls stretch out and cling to his shaft as he entered them was a small but favorite kink of his, and when he leaned into Ursala and began to push his hips against her, he made sure to savor every moment of it.

She was every bit as satisfying as he expected as the lips of her treasure box spread slowly wider and wider, until that tiny hole beyond them was pushed open centimeter by centemeter as he carefully sunk into her. She was so wet that the first four or five inches sunk right into her before her hungry pussy clamped down on it and she became too tight to go farther. Beneath him Ursala let out another squeeling whinny and Pan couldn't help but chuckle and lean forword to lick teasingly along her neck as he held his shaft inside of her.

"Mmm, that's right cutie, squeal for me." he'd say as he slowly pulled out to the tip before giving a firm, shallow thrust and groaning as he managed to force another two inches into her. He still had a long way to go from there, but it was a start. Pan was naturally a bigger guy when it game to what was between his legs, but even by his own breeds standards he was particularly gifted. If she could see the long, girthy, monster of a cock that was slowly being forced into her, Ursala might have fainted.

As it was, she was just barely handling it from feeling it alone. The sleek bay filly was once more thrown into a world of confusion and torment, with her mind sickened and terrified while her body shuddered and begged for more. She had never had anything inside of her before Pans tongue, and the feeling of his throbbing meat stretching her so impossibly wide was both painful and insanely satisfying. That uncomfortable ache she'd been dealing with was finally being reached by something, and everytime the walls of her swollen vagina were forced apart and the length of his rod rubbed against them, it was like a part of that pain was momentarily massaged away.

With tears falling down her cheeks and quiet sobs shaking her body, all she could do was wallow in her own shame every time another inch of his fat dick slid into her and her caverns rippled along it in ecstacy. Another particularly sharp thrust would bring forth another equally sharp squeal just as the stallion wanted, and now he was deep enough to strike something so sensative and wanting that it nearly turned her legs to jelly when he hit it. A long, low moan would come from Ursalas lips, and as if that was a cue of some sort Pan suddenly bore down on that tingling patch deep inside of her.

Her sobs suddenly became cries of another kind as her back arched up into him, and after a few more fast, precise strokes of his penis she suddenly let loose a shrill whinny before a flood of warm juices gushed over him and her cunny clamped down on him to ripple and shudder as she came for the first time. He continued to thrust into her, letting her ride out her orgasm for as long as he could before he finally stopped and huffed in amusement.

"I guess we've solved the mystery of weather you like it or not. And your not even half way yet, babe." he'd say in reference to how much of him was inside her, clicking his tongue in dissaproval as he watched her panting beneath him, head hanging low as if she was suddenly overwhelmed by the exhaustion of her first real orgasm.

His words seemed to instill some life back into her though, and she shook her head with a sniffle.

"Please, I can't fit anymore.." she begged, already feeling so full. How much more could he possibly put inside of her? How deep did he expect too go? Not knowing the limits of her own body, all she knew was that as a human, there was no way she would have been able to take much more. Surely she couldn't take much more as a mare, either?

"Oh, it'll fit. I'll make it fit." he assured her with a smirk, and then suddenly began not to thrust, but to push. Slick with her own wetness, Ursalas passage was warm and pliable, but firm. These folds, so deep inside of her, had never been touched by anything before, and it took a fair bit of pressure to slowly force them into stretching open around his girth. Like a train on a track though, the wide flare of his dick continued to forge a path straight toward her cervix.

Ursula let out a loud, long moan as he pressed inch after inch of his girthy member into her folds, breaking off into the occasional whine or whimper whenever he stretched too much of her too quickly. She could feel his length pulsing and twitching inside of her, could feel how impossibly hard and flexible it was as it formed to the shape of her body so naturally. All of it was so errotic and arousing even though she knew it was wrong.

And then, just as she felt his balls slap against her she also felt a pressure deep inside her stomach as the flare of his cock suddenly pressed hard against her final barrier; the cervix.

"See, told you it'd fit." Pan would say, having to take a moment now that he was fully hilted. Her body was reacting to him being inside of her in the best possible way, and he just wanted a second to enjoy it. Everything was so hot and tight and wet and every twitch of her little cunt seemed to want to suck him in deeper.

Beneath him Ursala was trembling and her back was arching her hips up into his own, pressing them flush against each other. He could hear her shaky breathing and the soft, panting moans she was trying to hide.

"That's right, baby. Show daddy what a little animal you are and cum for me again." he murmured as he pressed his face into her neck and began to rock against her, grinding their sexes together and pressing the head of his meat firmly against her soft little cervix. She was badly in heat and the entrance to her womb was already partially open in anticipation of receiving a stallions load, and with the wide tip of his shaft wedged up against it he would ensure that every last drop shot right into her fertile baby-maker.

"Ohh!" she moaned, legs trembling. "Ohh!"

Harder and harder he rocked against her, the friction driving him wild. He could see Ursula tossing her head back, could hear her whinnying and crying out, and finally his balls tightened and he felt that first hot rope of semen jet out into her. With a loud moan he continued to move against her, another shot of liquid life spurting out of him and into her waiting cavern.

The second that hot, thick stream was pumped into her, she felt the oncoming waves of her own orgasm hit her hard. Moaning and gasping, her sex practically began milking the stallions cock for everything it was worth, rippling and convulsing along it's entire length to coax out every drop of cum he had to offer. Fresh tears began falling down her cheeks as she was drowned in a torrent of bliss, and she couldn't stop her hips from grinding up into him as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

Above her Pan was catching his breath and enjoying the feeling of his balls pumping her full of his hot load. She had definitely been a good fuck, and he wasn't anywhere near done with her for the night, but as far as warm-up went he had to admit that she'd been pretty fucking good.

And the night was only beginning.

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THE END (?)

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Authors Notes-- I decided to leave this one open ended. Because she has amnesia there's always the possability of future playdates or a continuation with these two if Ursalas owner ever wants more fics of them, but I didn't want to rush an official close as I ran a bit over on the words count for this one and didn't want things coming too a close too abruptly. So, just consider it a potoential cliffhanger xD