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"Dammit... another failure for the weatherman."

It had been a full hour of reasonable weather, a good bit of golden-orange sun descending in the west, giving a beautiful hue to the fields of wheat off to the distance along the road. For the most part it had been warm, with a cool breeze brushing through the air at just the right moments to keep it from getting hot. It would have been perfect weather for a Sunday drive, an excuse to leave the stuffy, sweltering city and ride through the countryside with a companion or a friend.

Ferrah's brow creased, staring at the dark and cloudy horizon, then down at her sputtering moped, then down at one of her side-view mirrors to where the city was only a bright speck many miles away in the distance. The road behind her and before her was completely barren, not a vehicle for miles- not even big rigs or farm vehicles. Only ten minutes earlier it had been brighter and warmer, with a lightly-populated road; now the wind was picking up with a bite of cold, the pleasant yet ominous smell of petrichor in the air, and a distant rumble to accompany it. With a full gas tank and only five miles left to reach home, getting back from her trip before the rain hit would have been easy.

Until her moped started acting up.

A quiet whimper poured from the peach-furred vixen's chest as the moped gave a little kick and slowed again, prompting her to give the accelerator a twist. The little engine revved, a burst of speed pushing her forward before weakening again, nearly a minute passing before another kick. She glared down at her vehicle, trying and failing to suppress an irritable, if cute, growl as the sputtering motorbike shook beneath her. The vibrating in the seat made her squeak and wince, adjusting quickly as it caused a spike of unintended pleasure in her loins. She'd made the decision to keep her clothing light, a country crop-top tight against her breasts and a pair of jean shorts that fit snug around her flared hips and full ass- all of which were now jiggling slightly as the vehicle beneath her shook harder.

"No, no, no!" she whimpered, the vehicle slowing down to a crawl, causing her to lean to the side and catch the ground with her foot to prevent her from toppling off of it. "No, c'mon, you can't give up on me now, it's just five more miles!"

But the moped didn't care anymore than her fate did, and within a few seconds the engine stalled completely, going dead before rolling to a full stop. Ferrah stared at the moped for nearly a minute, trying to process how a decent day with her boyfriend had turned into... this.

A rumble shook her out of her daze, eyes flicking to the darkening horizon at the reminder that the countryside would soon be drenched- and her too, she realized with no shortage of annoyance. Her hand went to the strap on her breast, sliding her knapsack in front of her and reaching in. If she could just phone for some roadside assistance, maybe get her boyfriend to come help her-

The screen flickered to life and her heart dropped, the vixen gaping at the screen; 5% power left on her battery, and no reception in the area.

Her eyes quickly scanned the area for a house or a barn, someplace where she could ask for help or borrow a phone; and her heart sank further as she saw little but wheat for miles in either direction. Ahead, off in the distance of the strait and clear road, she could barely make out the shape of a building. Realizing there was no other way to get there she got off the scooter and began to walk it down the side of the road, keeping her eyes peeled in both directions. Perhaps she'd be lucky and a truck or a car would pass and she could flag them for assistance; she looked down at her attire, a slight bit of confidence building in her. It wasn't stupid to reckon that if she flaunted her tits and ass a bit, even the staunchest bible-thumper in the county would pull over.

But as the minutes passed and the storm ahead seemed to roll nearer, the positive outlook dimmed with the setting sun. The rumbling started to get louder, the wind colder, and the petrichor heightened. A gust of freezing air hit her and she squeaked as it seemed to catch her directly in the chest, causing her to look down; her nipples had been only mere outlines in her white crop-top, but now they were more pronounced. She quickened her pace, panting as she shoved the moped harder, now able to pick up the shape of a barn; she was close.

Just not close enough.

She saw the rain coming like a sheet draping over the land from overhead, splattering the road visibly enough that she was able to brace and cover for it as the deluge finally reached her. In what felt like only a handful of seconds she was drenched head to toe, her fur matted down to her body. With her bag clutched under her breasts in the hopes of keeping _something_dry she plowed on, her teeth beginning to chatter as she finally reached the barn.

"A-anyone here?" she spoke into the dark.

No answer.

The doors were wide open, a space in the middle showing large tire tracks leading out, with loose, covered piles of hay stacked to either side and an equipment rack on the far wall. Without looking around to see if anyone was around she hurried inside, deciding this was a situation where it was better to beg forgiveness than ask permission, shoving the moped against the nearest support beam and dropping to her knees panting.

It took a minute to catch her breath, the sound of the storm outside clear and almost deafening, yet even as her breathing slowed she found herself shivering; shelter though it was, it was still cool inside. Before long she found herself cursing her bad luck, getting to her feet and kicking at the moped's front tire.

"Just five more miles- you couldn't hold out for five fucking miles. And you weren't even due to be looked at until next month, even." She regarded the bike with a sour glare, then sighed and looked out into the storm. "How can things get worse? Better tell me now, world, so you can throw it at me."

A rattle and a creak behind her answered her, the vixen whipping around as she jumped from the noise. Her eyes widened as a massive figure entered the main barn, hard to make out in the darker light. For a few fearful seconds her mind played out a number of cheesy yet frightening horror movies she had seen, recognizing her situation now as a trespasser. Along with the figure's size, it was enough to make her take a step back, now noticing a pitchfork in his hand as he stepped forward and closed to door behind him.

"Who the hell are you?" his voice rumbled. "And what the hell are you doin' in here?"

She swallowed, backing up. "Oh god, I-I'm sorry!" she squeaked. "I just-- it's just that-- I was only--"

"Girl, calm the hell down and answer the questions."

The blunt grunt was more than a little curt, but said in a tone that didn't seem like she was in any immediate danger. She took in a breath, composed herself (despite still shivering) and looked at him directly. "I'm sorry for intruding, but I had to get some cover from the rain."

He seemed to eye the vehicle. "Could've rode to the next town over instead of stopping on private property."

"I-I would but..." She sighed, hoping this wasn't causing more trouble. "It's my damn moped, I was on my way home when it broke down. I didn't want to be caught out in a storm, so I took shelter in here- I didn't think anybody would mind."

The figure said nothing for a few moments, and in that time she had the feeling he was looking her over; then without a word he turned to the side and flicked a switch on the wall. All at once the barn interior brightened, giving her a clear look around, her eyes falling on the figure before her, standing on the other side of a stable barrier.

He was a stallion, his coat brown with his underbelly, muzzle, and a few spots a nice beige color, with a long, unkempt, yet handsome black mane. His body was heavy, muscular in a way that Ferrah had only ever seen in devoted bodybuilders or life-long farm hands from the countryside, with a strong hand gripping the shaft of his pitchfork. With a look of interest he leaned over the stable barrier.

"Damn shame," he nodded, peering at her vehicle.

"C-can I...?"

His expression softened with a smile. "Absolutely, miss- wouldn't want a pretty little thing like you catchin' a cold. Gets plenty warm in here once I light the lanterns."

The vixen sighed in relief- at least something was going right today. "T-thank you," she shivered.

"You called yourself a tow truck or somebody to pick you up?" he asked, nodding to the moped.

"No," she sighed. "My phone's nearly dead and there's shit reception here."

"That sounds about right, I keep tellin' the boss we need more than a damned land-line around here," he nodded. "Well, nobody's usin' the barn for a few days, boss-man took the tractor to get it fixed." He let out a snort, jerking his head to the workbench off to the center. "Couldn't do the repair here, I told him he had to replace a hell of a lot of parts. He ain't coming back till the weekend's over."

A slight bit of hope bloomed in her. "You... can fix vehicles? Could you fix my moped? I don't know what's wrong with it, but it's probably the engine."

He cocked his head, eyes flicking between the bike and her, before letting out a non-committal noise and shrugging. "Might could. Wouldn't do you any good right now, though, you'd be riding out in a storm and it'd be getting dark. You and I are stuck here for the time being."

She sighed, relieved that she was within reach of someone who could get her on her way. "Thank god. So... you're sure can I stick around here?"

"I'm fine with it- the boss doesn't need to know," he shrugged, standing back up straight. "But you might wanna get outta those clothes of yours. Gonna catch something nasty if you don't get yourself warmed up."

"I... I don't have anything else to wear," she muttered, looking away as he opened the stable gate and stepped out. "I wasn't expecting a rainstorm this weekend."

"Lady, at this point I can see enough that wearin' a shirt and a pair of daisy dukes ain't doin' shit to keep you modest," he snickered.

She blinked, looking down at her bust and feeling a heavy burn in her cheeks; not only was the rosy-pink color of her nipples completely visible beneath her drenched white crop-top, but the cold air had hardened them to the point that the stiff peaks were jutting so much it was impossible not to notice.

A slight pang in her pride stung in her as she turned to scold the stallion for being crass enough to point it out- only to stop short at the sight before her. His back was turned, his attention towards opening a drawer in the work station, giving her a clear view of his muscular and completely bare backside, his tail flicking to the side as if to keep her attention on his ass. The blush on her face burned harder as he turned back around and gave her a full, shameless look at the biggest set of maleness she'd ever laid eyes on. His proportions were impossibly huge, the kind of length and girth she'd only ever seen in quality porn; a long, brown cock that had slipped from its sheath, reaching easily over a foot despite not being fully erect. His balls were equally impressive, large enough that she reckoned handling even one would require both her hands.

She nearly gasped aloud at the thought, turning away with equal parts anger at herself and embarrassment for thinking of something so lewd about someone she'd only just met.

"Whoa- hey!!" she chirped. "Why are you naked?!"

"Clothes are soaked from workin' outside," he said casually, opening the box of long matches he'd pulled out of the drawer, pulling one and striding to a nearby gas lantern. "I got 'em hung up in the back to dry. Barn's not heated, so I'll have to light the lanterns here to get it warmed up." A sharp scratch and a hiss brought a flame to the end, and in moments the first lantern was glowing. He spared her a glance and nodded to her wet clothes. "Go on, take 'em off. They're not gonna dry off while you're still wearing them, and you're gonna get sick if you don't, y'know."

"W-wait, I am not going to-- I can't just get naked with a stranger!"

"What, are you gonna tell me you haven't lounged around in the buff with your body?" he nickered with a smirk, lighting the next lantern. "Like I said, it's not like wearin' them is hiding anything right now. Might as well show off a little- since I am gonna fix up your bike for free."

Her ears pricked up at that, and the argument she would have made out of indignation faltered. She looked back at her bike, starting to realize now that an engine check in a professional garage would probably put a dent in her wallet. With an offer to get her ride repaired, giving him a look at her body would be a small price to pay- and if she had to be honest with herself, despite having a boyfriend, a price she'd paid a time or two before, for much less in return.

I'm freezing... guess I don't have much a choice.

After a few seconds of thought she sighed and nodded, tugging her shirt off, though the blush returned as both her tits bounced out of the tight shirt. She tried to ignore the stallion's eyes on her body as she turned around and pulled her jean shorts off, kicking them away.

"Goddamn," he chuckled, as he lit another lantern. "Gotta say, that's a nice, fertile body for a little lady- those tits and ass are right out of a top-grade porn." His grin was lewd, thought strangely charming. "Y'ever performed?"

Like I haven't heard that question before... She shivered, looking away- though the corners of her muzzle curled up from the compliment. "Of course not. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Oh, bullshit," he laughed. "You got outta those clothes pretty easy. Mind, you know it made sense to do it, but you didn't put up much of a fight. I'm guessing you've done it for plenty of other guys before, if they asked nicely enough. Hot piece of ass like you must love the attention."

_God, why does he need to say it like that?_she whimpered to herself- it was a sting that burned so good to hear, not least because it was true. "I've done it before- for _one_guy," she insisted, folding her arms and unable to contain her smile. "So don't be thinking about any funny business, I'm already spoken for."

"Lucky bastard," he grinned, lighting the last lantern and moving to the barn doors. "Well don't you worry, little lady- I ain't gonna do anything you don't want me to do. Better lay down on one of the hay piles and get comfortable, it'll take a while for the barn to warm up even with the lanterns."

The words seemed to loosen all the tension she had been feeling for the last hour, nerves and muscles that had tightened since her ride had started to fail now relaxing in light of the fact that she was, for the time being, safe. Taking just enough time to hang her shirt and shorts over one of the stable gates she picked the hay pile closest to her busted vehicle. With a sigh of relief she plopped onto one of the tarp covered mound, finding it much easier to breathe now that she was out of the storm, and having nothing else to do she watched the stallion pull the barn doors shut, the rumbling of the storm and hiss of rainfall now duller.

"You take it easy," he said, walking past her- and giving her a good look at his flopping cock. Only a few feet away from the well-muscled man, her keen nose picked up his scent, one familiar but unique; the scent of a virile male.

A shudder that seemed to originate from her loins ran up her spine._What are the chances, Ferrah? You get caught out in the rain with no ride and nobody to call, with a hot-as-fuck stud farmhand- what is with your luck?_Another whimper escaped her, hoping he would stay in the back so she could rest, taking his words to mean he would leave her alone.

Instead, he returned carrying a thick blanket.

She sat up as he approached, tensing up a bit more. "What are you doing?"

"Get on up," he told her. Without argument she did, stepping to the side; as soon as she was out of the way he unfurled the blanket and draped it over the sizable mound, right over the tarp. "This'll keep you warm, maybe dry you off faster."

The act of kindness brought a small smile to her muzzle. "Thank you."

He cocked his head. "So, does the pretty fox have a name?"

She blushed. "It's Ferrah."

"Ferrah- I like that. I'm Diego- and I guess that means we're not strangers anymore," he grinned, gesturing to the pile. She climbed back on immediately- and nearly gasped as he followed suit and got on top of the pile with her.

"H-hey, what are you--"

"I only have the one blanket," he interjected calmly, pleasantly. "The tarp is uncomfortable as hell, so scoot over."

The vixen found herself complying, swallowing as he turned and leaned back into the hay pile with a groan. "Fine, but keep your hands off me."

A few seconds of silence passed between them before the stallion snorted, chuckling off to the side; causing her brow to furrow as she leveled him with an irritable stare- which she quickly stopped when she remembered that he was completely nude and sporting what could only be described as foot-and-a-half half-chub, causing her to look away. The moment she did this he laughed again; this time she shot him an angry look, keeping her eyes focused on his face.

"What's so funny?" she pouted.

"The way you're talkin', is all. Must have a lot of guys puttin' their paws on you if you need to warn me about it. No other reason you'd bring it up- unless that was an offer you thought about makin'." He flashed her a half-grin, looking annoyingly handsome as the bangs of his mane draped over his eye. "But don't you worry, I ain't gonna do a thing that you say you don't want me to do, even if you're thinking about it."

Right, like you could even read my mind! I'm not thinking about... about... that! She held her head up defiantly. "Yeah? And what do you believe I'm thinking?"

He shrugged, still bearing that annoying smile. "I'm thinkin' you've never seen a cock like mine before, at least not up close. Probably wondering how long it can get, too. And at the same time you're pretending like you're not into it, even while you're staring at it like a starving kitten looks at a link of chorizo."

Another burn to her pride and she sat up, folding her arms and pouting. "I don't let just anyone touch me, and it's not like your dick is anything special!"

"Little lady, I know that I pack a bigger tool than any farmhand and most pornstars you might've seen, and I'm not even fully hard yet," he chuckled.

She turned away and laid down, determined to keep her eyes off of him. "Whatever. Just leave me alone for now, I just..." There was a slight pause as she struggled to keep herself calm. "I just want to relax for a bit and forget about this bullshit day."

"If you say so," was his reply, in a slightly amused tone.

Doing as much as she could to push him out of her thoughts (and trying her best to forget that in his position he could get a clear look at her ass) she huddled into herself, rubbing her upper arms and trying to get some warmth into her fur again. The oil lamps Diego had lit glowed bright enough to keep the place lit, but not enough to be distracted as she closed her eyes and tried to rest.

For a perhaps ten minutes there was silence, save for the rumble of thunder and the thrumming of heavy rain against the walls and roof of the barn; at least twice she heard Diego stretching out with a relaxed sigh, the hay pile rustling beneath him as he seemed to adjust. Despite the discomfort it had brought her, there was something soothing about the sound of the downpour, quickly putting her at ease. She would have found it easy to nap if she wasn't soon shivering, blowing warm air into her hands.

The stallion behind her seemed to change position, though she did not think anything of it until she felt his weight right next to her, an arm draping over her side. The calmness she'd cultivated up to this point evaporated and she nearly sat right up, gasping in surprise as his bold move, ready to scream and demand what he was doing.

It was his calm, rumbling voice that intercepted the question and answered.

"Don't make a fuss, just trying to keep warm, same as you. I'm not gonna feel you up unless you ask."

She tensed, heart hammering in her chest. "I'm n-not gonna ask," she stammered.

"Then don't- but it's damn cold, so we might as well solve that and keep warm like this. It ain't like I'm gonna fuck you or anything."

No matter what he said it was impossible for her not to imagine him doing exactly that, unbidden images of his massive prick lodged deep in her pussy playing through her head. When she shivered once again it was less from the cold, and more from the knowledge that his cock was only inches away from entering her- just a slight adjustment and a bit of angling, and he could sheath that monster past her folds.

... _God dammit what is wrong with me?_she thought, letting out a slight whimper as she felt his tool pressed against her back. Still, he kept his arm around her waist only, not even bothering to grope her tits. And for some reason, she found herself disappointed that he wasn't.

In the next few minutes, though, the calmness returned and she began to doze, now starting to feel very warm throughout her body- not least in her womb, which seemed to burn with need as she dozed off.

Waking did not come quickly, the vixen caught in a slumber that seemed both short and quick all at once, as if she could not tell whether she had napped a minute or a full day. But the gradual awareness to the world started with her eyes looking into a bare barn wall; then her ears, picking up the sound of a steady downpour of rain; and finally her sense of touch, feeling a pleasant heat in her belly both inside and out.

She looked down, curious- staring right down the barrel of a half-erect horsecock.

There was no surprise, no jolt of fear or alarm so much as moderate interest and perplexity as to how Diego's proud stallion cannon had slipped between her thighs. Yet as she shifted around, she could instinctively sense that the farmhand was not asleep anymore, if he had been moments earlier.

"... It's... big," she murmured simply, feeling her heart quicken. It was so close.

"I'll take it as a compliment," Diego nickered gently. "Sorry 'bout that, it kinda has a mind of its own."

"You must have known," she started to say.

"That it'd get like this? Sure," he admitted. "That don't mean I'm trying to get you to do anything. But now you got my shaft stuck between your legs, and you ain't runnin' away from it. So what's your next move, little lady?"

Some of the earlier irritation returned as she stiffened. "I said I wasn't going to let you put your hands on me."

"And I still haven't," he replied with what was clearly an amused grin around his words. "This is all on you. If you think what you're seeing right now is as big as it gets, then you haven't seen anything yet. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to get me good and hard- it's not as if you have a lot of options to keep yourself entertained."

The offer came across as so ridiculous and abrupt that she had turned her head to face him and was halfway into her first word to snap back at him when she finally processed what he'd actually said. Her face froze in shock, staring at him as he shuffled a bit in place and laid back, still giving her his annoying, attractive smirk as he put a hand on his bestial horsecock. The vixen's heart felt a pang of longing and a thirst in her womb at the sight of his throbbing shaft, her keen nose picking up the scent of a male who could be good and ready to rut with the right encouragement- a scent she only knew because of how many times she'd caught it with so many others before him.

What was different here was that the horse was not actively pawing at her, offering the chance to sate her curiosity instead of taking the chance to sate his sexual hunger; There was confidence in his voice, that she would be interested enough to give in, a confidence he wore shamelessly with his relaxed posture and charming smile. Or she wouldn't- and have nothing to do for however long it took for the weather to turn.

Either way, his prick was still between her thighs.

"... Just... to touch," she said softly. "That's it."

"As much as you want," he chuckled.

It took a few moments to work up her nerve, having never handled a cock as large as his ever before. When her fingers finally caressed the surface of his throbbing maleness it jumped a bit, a slight grunt coming from the stallion as her fingers slid across his sensitive flesh. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft in a loose grip, the girth wide enough she could not get her thumb to reach her middle finger; and even with this loose hold on his cock she could feel the powerful pulsing as the length seemed to distend in her hand. Her forefinger rested on a thick vein on the side, feeling the stallion's steady heartbeat as his cock hardened.

She shifted and let out a squeak, his cock slipping from between her thighs and sliding up a little higher, such that her vulnerable cleft was flush against the root of his proud spire. It only took her looking back down to realize just how deep his cock might be buried in her, depths her boyfriend could only dream of reaching, that only a few lucky studs had ever accessed.

Then it began to drool. It was thick, viscous, a slurry of clear precum that seemed to leak out in dollops, staining the blanket she was rest on. Her grip tightened a little just above the thick medial ring and dug into the swollen cumvein running the underside. It took little more than stroking upwards for a deluge of the stuff to come pouring out of the wide cum-hole at the end of his hardened prick, and with it came the intoxicating scent it bore, somehow more potent than most men. Certainly more than enough for her to salivate, both orally and vaginally, the vixen's lower lips slick with arousal and staining the base of his sheath.

She stroked down and he groaned, shuddered- the head of his cock flared and she gasped, expecting him to blow. But while yet another impressive gout of precum pooled onto the blanket, he did not release anything more potent, causing her to stare in wonder; in this state his cock was exotic, almost alien, and absolutely beautiful.

"Enjoying yourself?" his voice whispered into her ear. The shudder of arousal she fought to suppress felt hot down her spine, but she managed to nod.

"It's... wow..."

"Bet it'd feel even nicer with your cunt wrapped around it," he breathed quietly.

"Yes... yes, it would feel amaz-- no!" She jolted up with a slight gasp, trying to clear her head of lust and intoxicating arousal. "I mean... i-it probably would," she admitted with a whimper. "I just... no. We're not going to."

"You're right, we won't," he murmured into her ear again, the vixen shivering as she heard the handsome smile around his words once again. The whimper turned into a moan as he shifted around and sat her upright in his lap, sliding his arms around her waist. Before she could utter a word of protest his large, rough hands had snaked up her body and palmed her tits, leaving her panting. "Still, I'd like to return the favor, if you don't mind."

"G-go right ahead," she managed to squeak, unable to fathom why her heart wasn't hammering its way out of her chest.

He peeled himself off her body, rolling her onto her back- on reflex she closed her legs to hide her pouty pussy lips, until he placed his hands on her legs. She put up only a half-hearted struggle to keep them closed before sighing and opening herself up to him, the stallion getting to his knees and eyeing her vulnerable snatch with a hungry look.

"Your boyfriend go down on you?" he asked with a smirk.

"Y-yeah, sometimes," she whimpered.

He dipped in low, taking a deep breath through his nose and suppressing a deep nicker as his eyes seemed to flash with lust; it was all she needed to see to know that he was taking in her scent and committing it to memory, the aroma of a bitch in heat raising his arousal. Just the thought that he was getting high off her scent turned her on, and when he finally leaned in and kissed her netherlips she found herself moaning like a whore.

Only a handful of lovers possessed a tongue long enough to penetrate her deepest recesses, and none had a tongue quite like Diego's, the strong appendage swirling around her inner walls and tasting her nectar. It zeroed in on her g-spot, grinding the roof of her cunt and lashing side to side, making her quake and squirm, her legs draping over the stallion's shoulders and pulling him in instinctively. There was no way he could have done so well without experience that matched, even exceeded her own. By the time his lips left her gash it was twice as slick and wet as it'd been before he started, leaving her far hornier than she'd been prior.

"S-soo... deeeep," she purred.

"Helluva juicy peach there," he rumbled as he got to his feet. "Just as tasty as it looks."

She was halfway to responding before stopping short, dumbstruck by the look of his massive cock only inches from her face. The only thing keeping her rooted to the spot was his approval, the vixen hesitating to ask him for permission. He only grinned and reached out to pet her ears.

"Go on, Ferrah- you can have as much as you want. Maybe a little snack to whet your appetite some, before I give you the full meal."

Dammit... what's wrong with me? She whimpered again, leaning forward and getting a whiff of his strong scent. Couldn't even resist more than five minutes- he just smells so fucking good...

Before she realized it her tongue was sliding around the head of his cock, tasting the sweet flesh- he was remarkably clean, moreso than she had expected him to be, with only the taste and aroma of natural, sexual lubricant to season his meat for her. The groan he let out only encouraged the vixen, causing her to scoot closer to him until her tits were pressed to either side of his shaft. With every breath she heaved her tits out and up, breathing in his scent while rubbing his throbbing mast between each globe of soft female flesh. She paused only to swirl her tongue around the cum-slit at the end of his cock, from which copious amounts of his precum kept pouring.

"Good girl," he groaned, still rubbing her ears. "You're a fucking natural, Ferrah."

"I've... had a lot of practice," she purred.

"With you're boyfriend?" he asked. "Your beau as big as me?"

"N-no," she admitted. Not even close."Just... with some others."

"Oh yeah?" he chuckled. "Got myself a naughty little bitch here, then- and yet she's such a good girl, isn't she?"

The words made her blush with equal parts pride and shame, not bothering to deny it- and in fact loving that she was being called a good girl, her tail wagging at his praise. Determined to keep him pleased she tried to open her muzzle wide enough to take the full head of his flared cock, not quite able to get it in without causing her teeth to graze a little into his shaft. Deciding it would be safer not to push it, she instead kissed the flat head of his cock, suckling from the tip. By now his precum was no longer clear, laced with minute amounts of potent seed that seemed to sizzle on her tongue.

Bet a drop like that could get a girl pregnant if she wasn't careful, she thought, the very idea thrilling her.

"O-okay, ease up, darlin'," Diego groaned, pushing her back and looking a little surprised. "You're a hell of a kit, aren't you. Best let me sit back down before you make my legs give out."

"You had enough?" she asked- and hoping he would say no.

"Fuck no- that was the dinner rolls for the meal," he laughed, getting back onto the pile with her and embracing her from behind- once again his cock was between her thighs, only this time stained with a slight veneer of cum on the head.

"Then... may I?" she purred.

"Go right ahead, miss."

She beamed up at him, and resumed giving his shaft a gentle massage, her trembling hands working his prick with alternating strokes on either side. As she did, Diego's hands cupped her breasts, rolling them in his palms and teasing the pale, pink nipples with his finger, subjecting it to circular motions around the peaks that made her bust tingle and burn with need. Every gentle squeeze made her blush and whimper, each pinch at her nipples making her squeak; she could not help but feel like she was a music instrument in his hands, every tweak and motion coaxing a sexual song out of her each time.

His lips pressed against her neck and she almost mewled. No... this is going to far. "H-hey... don't do tha--"

"It's just a little kiss," he interject with a groan. "Not gonna steal you form your boyfriend, this is just... a little bit of fun." His lips touched just beneath her jawline and she gasped, her resistance fading quickly. "You've been through a lot today, I'll bet you need someone to take care of you for the night, right?"

Please... please take care of me... She shook her head again, not out of refusal but to clear her mind once more. "I... I-I'll be alright. It's soooo nice, but... you don't need t--"

His finger caught her chin and forced her to look back at him, his handsome gaze silencing any protest. "Just tell me to stop, and I will."

She said nothing for a full five seconds, and if he had asked she would have said it was an inner conflict that kept her quiet- in reality, she was waiting to see if he would dare be so bold. When he leaned in and caught her muzzle with his she nearly melted into his embrace, her thighs squeezing around his cock and her hands gripping tight around his upper shaft. No part of her forced him to break off, nor did it make her pull back. Even as his long, equine tongue forced its way into her muzzle she did not protest, giving herself to the stallion's deep kiss and reciprocating as best as she could.

She could not match the intensity. The stallion was too overwhelming, too strong to struggle against even if she wanted to; and while she was sure that he would ease up if she were to try to push him away, the idea that she would even go that far was ridiculous in her eyes. Even now he was nearly tongue-fucking her throat, nearly delving past her muzzle only to pull back and break the kiss, leaving the poor, horny vixen speechless and breathless.

For the next few minutes she busied herself stroking his cock, still marveling at how it continued to flare despite not blasting her face and tits with cum. Every time her hands caressed over the firm ring his cock seemed to twitch, yet even as it continued to drool with a heavily-scented slickness his endurance did not break beneath her fingers. When she brought them to the flared head and began to knead her fingers into the twitching flesh he shuddered and growled, an obscene gout of his precum pumping from the shaft and oozing down the surface, which she quickly spread around. All the while his hands kept hefting and groping her tits, coaxing more erotic movements from her, heaving her breasts out into his palms for better access. When the burning in her cleft became too much to stand she began to grind it against the root of his cock, her mind a flash of imagined images and conflicting voices.

Just a little bit... it's not going in. It wouldn't even fit, it's so fucking big. God, though... I feel like I can taste it already. Maybe I could... I shouldn't, but...

"It'll help you," he whispered into her ear. "You're burning up down there, for one- and I can see on your face how much you need it."

"Nn... no more than that," she purred, her slick mound kissing his shaft as she slid the soft lips along the surface, riding the powerful throbs that caused it to distend with every heartbeat. "It probably wouldn't even fit."

"Only one way to find out... if you've got enough nerve," he teased- and with those words he brought his teeth to the crook of her neck, in the perfect spot where here throat met her shoulder, and closed his teeth into it. Something resembling a moan and a scream poured out of her muzzle, the intense act causing a mini orgasm that soaked the stallion's sheath and balls with nectar; it was nothing like a sharp bite from a wolf or a fox, but like the mating bite of a horse keeping her in place.

And it was enough to shatter most of what little resistance remained.

"... Do you... have a condom?" she whimpered.

He released her neck, lips trailing up her throat and chin, before answering. "No." Once again he claimed her lips, paralyzing her with another deep, invasive kiss that left her breathless. "Nobody makes 'em big enough for me; and with someone as breedable as you, I'd refuse to. I only do raw sex."

"... Do you--"

"I always cum inside."

She wasn't foolish enough to ignore the danger of his words; but it was easily overpowered by the opportunity to taste his flesh in her cunt. "Then... just the tip." That should be alright... just to turn this rotten day around into something nice.

A quiet gasp escaped her as he leaned her back onto his strong chest, the stallion reaching down beneath her thick thighs to spread them apart, leaving her to wrap her right armor around his neck. Now her heart was slamming in her chest, her anxiety growing as he lifted her just enough to press the wide, twitching head of his horsecock against her netherlips. She tried to speak, to remind him to only give her the tip, only to find herself unable to form words; instead, little squeaks of lust left her muzzle, as he grazed his flare against her pussy repeatedly, trying to catch it dead center. The first speared past her lips, grazing her clit and making her cry out in bliss; the second slipped back and glided between her soft ass cheeks; the third found its mark, sinking past her folds and plowing into her cunt with no shortage of friction, the flare positively scraping her inner walls in the most gentle, delicious way that sent shivers through her nerves, her cleft now soaked in their combined cocktail.

"How's that?" Diego asked, nipping into her neck again.

"G-goooood... it's so amazing..." she mewled.

"I'm gonna move, babe."

She braced for it, unable to help but push back against his thick cock, cooing as a good quarter of his shaft disappeared into her cleft. A stop, then a pause; and slowly he pulled away, the vixen feeling strangely empty as each inch disappeared, leaving behind the warmth of his precum behind, lubricating her inner walls. She shuddered at the feel of the flare scooping out her pussy, filling her up far more than her boyfriend had ever done and leaving her hungry for more.

He obliged not a second later, letting out a soft snort as he rolled his hips up again and speared his proud cock into her belly once more, getting a little deeper this time. She felt a slight tug in her thighs and relaxed, letting him spread her legs apart even more, whimpering as he pulled out again and gasping as he filled her once more- and putting an extra inch of his cock in with it.

"Y-you're... you're going too deep," she whined.

"You want me to stop?" he murmured.

"N-no... we can... we can fuck a little, but just... not all the way," she panted. "Besides, it's not gonna fit..."

"You'd be surprised, little vixen," he chuckled. "Let's test that out."

He did not give her even a breath's moment to consider, jerking his hips up a bit stronger than he had before and letting her sink down further, her netherlips swallowing his cock eagerly. Ferrah cried out, clenching her vaginal walls around the thick intruder, simultaneously trying to prevent him from driving himself deeper while ensuring her stayed deep inside. Even with this, he broke through her resistance too easily, rolling his hips back and forth, sawing his horsecock through her depths and continuing to scrape his firm, flared cockhead past those some clenching folds. When at last she reached his medial ring there was a pause, the extra girth kissing against her netherlips. With a grunt he plowed past, the vixen's breath catching in her chest as it almost seemed to pop past the entrance folds, grazing against her clit ever so gently; a combination of sensations that almost felt like a whiplash of bliss burning in her loins. Her thighs quivered as she began to move in tandem with the stallion, working her own counter-movements against his hips and allowing that ring to massage her clit and lips.

Through the haze in her mind, she heard his voice again.

"Do you want all of it, babe?"

It was like a feather shattering glass into dust, removing the final vestiges of doubt.

"Y-yes!" she cried out.

They moved as one, the vixen rolling her ass into his hips as he drove himself as deep as possible. Her eyes went wide at the side, his massive cock an imprint in her stomach as she stretched out for him, until she could feel the head of his cock against her womb, his heavy balls resting squarely against her clit. She would have screamed if he hadn't caught her muzzle in another kiss, muffling the song of lust with his lips and tongue.

He broke off, grinning widely- as if he'd just won a prize. "Fuckin' perfect..." He grunted, tensed, his muscles wrapping around her waist as he started to thrust and buck up into her, the vixen struggling to clear her head while her body was subjected to the warm shocks of a good, healthy fuck. O-oh god... he's doing it... he's actually gonna breed me. I... I can't do this... I shouldn't do this... I-I need to think... With as burst of willpower she grabbed his arms and planted her feet down, pulling herself up, moaning as she struggled to remove herself off her cock- her squeezing folds and the viscious, almost gel-like precum seemed to be like a suction, his cock pulling free from her hole with a wet, lewd schlorp before flopping against Diego's chest.

He did not pull her back down, grinning up at her. "Too much, I take it?"

Despite her cheeks burning with a blush and sweating bullets from the exertion she managed to glare at him, before turning to face him and sitting in his lap, trying to collect herself. "I... I need to think about this."

There was no trace of disappointment in his smile. "Take all the time you need."

... _He knows. He knows I'll say yes._She tried to ignore the confidence in his voice, staring down at his prick and trying to process everything that happened. At any point she could have said no, could have pulled away and sat somewhere else. She was an adult, she could make her own decisions. When he suggested she strip down, she hadn't said no; nor when he sat by her and snuggled with her; nor when she began to toy with his breeding-stick; not even when he told her he had no condom. Now she had put a stop to all of it, just to consider asking a question her actions had already answered.

... Am I really going to do this?

She shook her head mentally, reforming the question- she _had_been doing it.

Am I really going to stop now?

Her eyes locked with his. "... Don't you _dare_cum inside me."

"Unless you beg me to," he replied with that infuriating, smug, and annoyingly sexy grin.

In seconds she had climbed back on top of him, now facing him directly, and impaled herself on his cock, letting out a thick moan when every inch of his mare-breeder buried itself up to her cervix. Paralyzed by the sensation of a proper cock throbbing in her belly, the imprint completely visible, there was no way for her to stop the stallion from pulling her muzzle to his lips and accepting a kiss that made her heart burn with lust and her loins burn with need. The instinctive rhythm of breeding overtook her and she started to move, rolling her hips up and down to match the thrusts he gave her, stabbing his length ever deeper, leaving behind trails of hot precum that sizzled against her inner walls.

Every thrust was met by her clenching inner walls, gripping around the intruding girth hard enough to make each extraction that much more difficult; the flare scraped deliciously against that sensitive interior, sending hot shocks of joy through her g-spot and causing her thighs to quiver; her cleft would tremble from the feeling and loosen, letting the stallion's cock slide out more easily, until it once again punched up into her belly. The cycle would repeat from there- gripping, then scraping, then quivering, then loosening- a rhythm that Ferrah could never achieve with her boyfriend.

_Why am I even thinking about him right now?_Her cheeks burned as she cast away thoughts of him with the promise that he would never know, though she was certain that by the end of this dalliance she would be so hollowed out that he would almost certainly notice. She instead put all her focus on the stallion, gasping into his lips each time he bottomed out in her, her arms around his neck while his arms wrapped around her waist. Tears of exertion and joy streaked down her face, pooling on his strong chest as she started to pull away, breaking the kiss only for a string of saliva to connect the two for a few moments longer.

"Oh_god_ I'm so bad," she whimpered. "I... I fucking need this too much."

"Boyfriend not this good, I take it?" he groaned, letting her rest in his lap.

"Don't... don't say anything about that right now," she panted. "Just... please keep fucking me."

"Don't worry... you've been such a good girl, I'll give you exactly what you need. And you're not gonna refuse. You can- but you won't." He pushed her upright, his large palms reaching up to handle her tits once again before continuing.

Her eyes went wide, feeling as if a slow-paced jackhammer were pounding in her belly as the sheer strength of his hips lifted her up with every buck, causing his heavy balls to clap against her ass with a sticky swatting sound. And for a full ten seconds it was the only sound in the barn beyond the drumming of heavy rain on its roof, the vixen being rendered silent for that period, though even to her mind it felt like hours of silence.

Then, after those ten long seconds, she screamed.

It was a long, loud wail of sexual ecstasy, unwavering even as Diego hammered his cock through her folds, each strike forcing more oxygen from her lungs until she breathed in again, reduced to sharp moans. A surge of hot joy built in her pussy and she arched her back, thrusting her tits harder into the stallion's grip as she climaxed hard, sparks dancing before her eyes. A deluge of nectar pooled beneath the coupled pair, seeping into the blanket and hay; in minutes, the immediate area smelled less like a hay field and more like a post-sex bedroom.

Her strength gave out moments later, her weakened legs unable to keep up with the strain of fucking herself on his cock; she could only cling to the stallion, his hips still pistoning and drilling his length through her netherlips. At no point did he relent, until at last he grunted, a strained look on his face as he growled his words.

"I'm gonna cum in you."

Fear surged in her, feeling his flared cock-head pressed against her cervix. Lust and sexual hunger surged even more, displacing that anxiety in moments. The half-second where she would have stopped and told him no passed. A small, logical piece of her mind told her he was going to do it whether she wanted him to or not- he wasn't asking to cum inside. The more instinctive part of her told her she was going to beg for his seed no matter what the risk was, that she needed to feel his cum deep in her womb, to slake the thirst her pussy felt.

"F-fill me..." she whimpered.

"Scream it to me," he commanded.

"Fill me!!!" she howled. "Pump me full of your cum, Diego!" A fresh wave of exhilaration coursed through her body and she arched her back, grinding herself into his lap. The root of his cock splayed out her slick, sticky, swollen netherlips, ready to drink deep.

Diego groaned and nickered thickly, thrusting into the vixen three more times, wrenching her hips and ass down into his lap on the final stroke and holding her in place. A choked cry of joy escaped her lips as she could feel his cock distend within her hungry hole, feeling the thick cumvein running the underside of his girth pulse and swell as it channeled an impossibly huge load. The first blast of hot, dangerously potent cum blasted through her cervix and painted her vulnerable womb alabaster, the burn of his spunk feeling delicious in her belly as it flooded within; the second filled what little space was left, yet the seal of his massive, trembling flare prevented it from escaping, causing the vixen's lower belly to rise ever so slightly with the deluge.

But panic started to set in as it continued, the vixen gasping and panting as his output started to dribble out of her fuckhole and down her ass, staining the blanket they were using. The flow tapered away, leaving her breathless and clingy, blindly nuzzling into her lover and licking at his chest and neck. A fox-like purr rolled through her chest as she snuggled against the stallion, the stud running his hand through her hair and stroking her back, murmuring encouraging words.

"Mmm.... fuckin' delicious, fox... you're such a good girl, aren't you..."

Dammit... my one weakness. Her ear flicked at the comment but she couldn't help but suppress a giggle, feeling the slight panic easing away- she loved being called that. "Mmmyeh," she cooed, hiding her blushing face in the crook of his neck. "Fuuuck... I needed that so bad..." I think I'm fucking in love, he's so good...

The two said little more as they came down from the sexual high, though it only lessened into a lingering hunger she was sure the stallion felt; what time wasn't spent with his lips locked with hers, giving her deep kisses more passionate than any she'd shared with her boyfriend, was spent giving her pleased encouragement and praise for how good she was, how sexy she felt.

The little clenches around his softening cock helped, too.

Eventually the strength returned to her legs and she braced them into the hay pile, pulling herself off the stallion. A shockingly lewd slurping sound emanated out of her sloppy fuckhole as his cock slipped out of it, still connected by dozens of strings of sticky horsecum; though strangely, little more of it poured out of her pussy. When she flopped to the side and onto her back she understood why- the majority was still swimming in her womb, her lower belly looking swollen with his seed. A shiver passed through her and she ran a hand along the bump, feeling a bit of relief- but not fully satisfied, she realized. Even after such an intense fuck, she could not help but hunger for more. The numerous lovers she'd had before would run her ragged.

One time was not enough. Not for them, and not for her.

And Diego seemed to know that, as he reached over and pressed his hand down on her belly. Her eyes widened and she moaned as the act squeezed his cum out of her womb, a flood of still-warm spunk pooling beneath her and staining the base of her tail. It was not watery like her boyfriends, but viscous, almost like a gelatin that came out in clumps. Despite the risks that potent cum held, she felt almost regretful that it was going to waste- until Diego got to his feet and gave her a look at his sullied cock, which had returned to its true size.

"Tell me what you want, little vixen," he commanded.

She let out a small whimper, knowing what it meant. Of course he had desired to fuck her the moment he laid eyes on her- most men like him did. That didn't make him a predator of any kind. He had never forced her to do anything she did not already want to do, and he still wasn't going to; it was only convenient that he wanted to fuck her while she wanted to be fucked; that he was going to cum inside her when she was never going to deny herself a proper load of jizz from a deserving stud. And now he was _still_going to let her choose, to say no if that was what she wanted.

What's the fucking point? I know what my answer is.

She laid back, spreading her legs wide without a twinge of shyness or hesitance. Her voice was clear and needful when she spoke. "Fuck me, Diego. I want you to ruin me."

"If I do that... I'm gonna plug you up when I'm done." His brow furrowed. "You want that?"

Before, that might have caused her to flinch- now she merely accepted it as an inevitability.

"Don't let me walk out of this barn tomorrow without something to remember it by," she told him.

Seconds later, he obliged.

He said nothing when he grabbed her ankles to hold her in place, the head of his horse-cock kissing her netherlips once again, spreading them apart as he reclaimed her cunt in a single, sticky, smooth thrust. The vixen's mewl of lust reverberated against the barn walls as she gave herself to the stallion once again, staring in awe at the stretching bulge in her lower belly, looking almost comical.

In the first three thrusts she realized how much he'd been holding back, that in a cowgirl position he had been limited in how much he could move, even when he bounced her on his cock. Now she was at his mercy, legs spread apart as he ruined her fuckhole with long, strong strokes, the head of his cock battering against her cervix and stretching her out more than she'd been only minutes earlier. His massive orbs clapped and bounced against her ass, the displaced load of cum he'd left in her only minutes earlier staining his balls as the impact splattered it in all directions beneath them. Deep in her belly she had started to re-clench around him, and every few thrusts he would pause and grind the head of his prick against her womb, allowing her velvety, cum-stained inner walls and sloppy cunt-lips to gnaw around his girth, kneading the swollen horse-flesh with rippling squeezes.

_Oh god, I'm so going to regret this..._An exceptionally powerful thrust left her reeling. _Nevermind- I'm never going to regret this._She was fully aware that her tongue was hanging out, looking like the thirsty bitch in heat she truly was. Risks be damned, all that mattered was that she was getting a proper breeding from a worthy stud; the stress of her dire situation was long gone and half-forgotten; she was no longer soaked in rainwater, but from the sweat and precum of her lover; and deep in the back of her head she hoped that the rain would last another day and night.

He doubled over in exertion, a look of erotic pain on his face as his pistoning faltered; Ferrah reacted in half a moment, taking his face in her hands and kissing him, calming him down, knowing full well he was going to cum again. He released his grip on her ankles, allowing her to squeeze her thighs around his waist, legs wrapping around his back and ensuring that if there was even a _slim_chance he would reconsider and pull out, she was able to force him to cum inside if that was what it took.

I'm in too deep as it is... I need this. I need him to fill me up...

"F-fuck... cummin' again, Ferrah," he choked out with a growl.

"Yesss!" she moaned. "God, breed me!" She gasped, feeling the tide of cum hit the walls of her womb once more, pouring a torrent of seed deep into the vulnerable pocket, all while she arched her back and mewled in lustful relief. The white-hot spunk seemed to strangely _cool_the burning in her loins, leaving a warm, buzzing feeling beneath her navel and just above her clit; though not so overwhelming she could feel her belly start to swell with the deluge. Exhausted from the vigorous rutting she spared a glance down at her stomach, shivering at the sight of the bump he had formed from his seed alone.

She looked positively swollen.

"O-oh...fuuuuuck..."

"Goddamn right," Diego grunted.

"Did... did you...?"

He smirked again. "I got one more in me. Might as well get as much as I can in you before I plug it up."

"A-again?" she squeaked.

"I'll give you a break, little vixen," he assured her, leaning in and kissing her once more and interrupting her attempt to argue. In seconds she decided that she would of course not deny him a third. Or a fourth. Or a fifth. Or if he offered to let her stay another night.

Just as long as she could have a break to get her breath back.

She woke up with a start and a purr, feeling warm and snuggly. Somewhere around her belly she felt a nice fullness, a warmth that persisted as her senses came back to her. The memories of the last few hours faded in and out of her waking eyes without alarm or regret, fully accepting what she'd done. She could feel Diego somewhere around her somewhere, though she couldn't figure out where precisely with her still-blurry vision. Outside, the rain seemed to have continued in a calmer tone, though the distant rumble of thunder heralded more rain to come.

A quiet suckling noise caused her ear to flick, the vixen looking down at its source and letting out a pleased gasp as a tingle of pleasure flared in her breasts. Below, Diego had his lips locked around her left nipple, giving it a few licks and nips while his fingers teased the other; a slickness on the right from his saliva informed her he'd been teasing her awake, his eyes meeting hers.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"Like a baby," she sighed.

"Figured I'd give you some time to nap it off. Once I'm done here I'll get to work on your ride- but first, I'm gonna do what I said I would." He gave her a hard stare. "Givin' you one last chance to back out, like I do with every other slut that gets a taste of a proper stallion cock. Because if I do this, I'm pluggin' that womb up, and you'll be stuck with a belly of baby-batter from a qualified breedin' stud."

I should be scared. I'm turned on. What the fuck is wrong with you, Ferrah?

She stared back, giving him a sincere smile. "Is that a promise?"

Nothing is wrong- everything about this is so right.

She didn't resist as he rolled her over onto her stomach, her face briefly buried in the blanket she'd been sleeping on; it was only a half-second, yet she breathed in the scent of raw sex and dried spunk, the heady aroma making her head dizzy and making it difficult to pull her face out until Diego gripped her shoulder to lift her up. Even then, that haze of lust lingered, all feeling of exhaustion fading away as her heart started to race, anticipating what was to come next. Her hands braced against the blanketed hay pile, her legs spread apart and her tail flagged high to reveal her vulva in full view, twitching like she was a mare ready to be bred.

When the head of his cock pressed against her lips she nearly climaxed on the spot, her quivering quim offering no resistance as he slid back into his rightful place, deep inside her cunt, leaving her mounted like a proper bitch. Her back arched and she pushed against his hips, panting ragged breaths as she let the bestial length rest and throb inside her.

His first thrust shook her body to the core, a sharp cry ringing through the barn as his prick speared through her cunt and bottomed out perfectly. Her fingers dug into the blanket, curling them into her fists as she endured his battering hips and ramming shaft through grit teeth and deep moans. Every time he thrust into her quim she gasped, his heavy balls swaying fast and hard, clapping against her clit and subjecting her to repeated blows against her pleasure buzzer; each blow caused her breasts to sway and bounce beneath her, until he leaned in and groped at them again, jiggling against his fingers as he continued his rutting.

They moved in tandem, the vixen now instinctively zeroed in on his rhythm and movements as his cock seemed to carve its shape into her cunt; where once there was a resistance and tightness in her cleft, now every time he pulled his cock from her folds there was a hollowness yearning to be refilled. Even her desperate attempts to slow his assault by clamping down around his girth were next to fruitless, serving only to raise the delicious friction it caused- moreso with his medial ring, which continued to massage and scrub against her velvet folds, still as stimulating as the first time she'd taken it. A yip tore through her and her cunt clenched again, the vixen shuddering and panting as she was subjected to another mind-shattering orgasm, legs quaking as trails of her hot nectar ran down her inner thighs and seeped into the blanket and hay; but Diego caught her before she could lose her balance, leaning over her shoulder.

"You love it, baby?" he growled into her ear.

"Y-yeh!" she chirped, arching her back again as she rode out her climax.

"You want me to cum inside you, Ferrah?"

"Yeh, p'ease- I wan' yer cum!" she barked.

"Who's a good girl?" he asked, running his hand through her hair and rubbing her ears, his hips working relentlessly.

"I'mma goo' guhl," she slurred happily, finding it hard to form coherent words mentally, to say nothing of how hard her body was being rocked by the stud's rutting.

"Yes you are... and good girls get proper loads."

The barrage would not cease; instinctively she understood why it was taking time, the stallion having dumped two load into her previously. Distantly she remembered that stallions had a quick refractory period, a means to ensure they could fuck and knock up as many females as they could reach. There was no mare for him to share those loads with- the vixen was about as lucky as she could be, to have a breeding stud all to herself- one who was now suggesting he was going to give her everything he had stored in those massive, heavy nuts.

Some of her energy returned and she tried to brace against the hay pile again, only to have her face forced into the blanket by Diego, his hand pressing against her upper back and pinning her in place. The dominant move made her shiver and moan, her fingers clawing into the blanket as she could do little more than hold on and take it the way she was meant to, though she made meager counter-movements against his powerful thrusts and her fluttering inner folds clenched around him, gnawing and kneading his throbbing pole whenever it could. From her position she was in the thick of a musk of sex, sweat and nectar and seed mixing into a potent and heady aroma that only fogged her mind in every way, save for the shocks of bliss roiling in her belly and cunt.

I can't believe I'm doing this... he's gonna cum soon, and I'm gonna beg for it. She could feel him seize up every few moments, his hips slowing to savor her now not-so-tight hole, his hands grabbing her shoulders. Without warning he wrenched her upright, the vixen briefly suspended in the air on the stallion's cock before his hands moved beneath her thighs, lifting her up and bouncing him on his prick. His breathing was, for the first time since they'd started, labored and desperate, snorting into her ear like a feral stud in the midst of breeding a mare.

That's what he is, after all, she thought.

"Gonna..."

"Do it!" she cried out.

"Ngghh... I'm cumming, Ferrah!!"

She could only describe the next few moments through sensation, the hunger and thirst in her womb overwhelmed by a veritable tsunami of stud-spunk that seemed to pour into her vessel with all the force of a waterfall- behind her she could hear the victorious, strangled neigh of her lover shaking the walls and roof of the barn as he claimed her pussy. Every blast seemed to distend her own belly, even with the excess spraying from out around the seal of her netherlips wrapped around his girth. What wasn't slathered around her mound and clit or running down her tail was pooling beneath her, though strangely she now found herself on her back, laying on the stallion's chest he he continued to shoot gout after gout of his seed into the vixen.

Then the flood stopped.

Her heart raced as she felt another surge of pressure around her netherlips, working its way up the stallion's cock and distending the cum-vein that had only just ceased its flow. A gasp tore through her as his cock-tip flared even wider and pushed his mating plug out, the thick gel plastering against her cervix and feeling like a deeper weight in her belly, locking his seed into place and guaranteeing it would not leak. When at last the plug left his cock he seemed to relax with a gasp and a grunt, leaving them both silent.

For some time after - how long, she could not tell- she savored the sexual afterglow. She was still soaked, but from sweat and sex rather than rain; and she was no longer cold, Diego's body keeping her warm from below just as well as the lit lanterns around her. The sound of gentle rain and Diego's breathing in her ear put her at ease, and she found herself nearly dozing off still laying on his chest, dimly aware that at some point he must have either fallen backward or laid back to relax. It was the sensation of his cock flopping out of her well-used pussy that stirred her awake.

"Hah..." the stallion sighed pleasantly. "Damn... you're a real good fuck, Ferrah..."

She blushed, unable to stop from smiling as he leaned in and licked at her closest nipple, kipping the peak. "Thanks, Diego... that was... amazing. You felt so good..." Her hand went to her stomach, stroking the swell. "I'm so full, I can't believe it. We went so many times..."

"Yeah we did," he agreed. "I'd love to go again, but you sound tired- and even I have limits."

She nodded, shifting around and snuggling against his chest. "Can I stay here tonight, then?"

There was a pause, then a chuckle. "I'll get your bike fixed first thing in the morning. But... you don't gotta leave immediately, either."

"No?" she said, looking up at him.

"Well like I said- the boss won't be back until the beginning of the week. If you don't have anyplace to be this weekend, and seeing that the weather might be awful a couple of days more..." He grinned at her and rubbed her belly. "Why not hang out here for a few days and fuck around some more? Maybe work on that bump a little more, see if we can't get a little more in there."

Half a day ago she would have resisted. Now the thought of leaving so soon was ridiculous to her. With her phone probably out of power she wouldn't be interrupted; she had someplace comfortable to stay and someone to keep an eye on her.

If anything, this seemed like the perfect start to a great weekend. Best weekend ever: scheduled.

"Yeah... I'd like that," she purred. "Don't got anywhere else I need to be right now..."