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Beyond the Mustang

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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"Fancy taking a ride, dah-ling?"

The feral coyote grinned, dancing back out of range of the playful flick of the mustang's hooves. The mare strutted, though she was not completely put out by her boyfriend's lack of charm, the bay equine with a gleaming brown coat and black spill of mane down the proud arch of her neck. On the edge of rancher's territory, there was no one around to bother either of them as the sun set, though both wild horses and coyotes were equally disliked by ranchers. At least they had each other.

"I'll show you a ride if you keep up that talk, Tim," Lisa snorted, shaking her head. "Good heavens... I'm in season so badly!"

She grunted, still and trembling, though her tail hiked, pushed off to the side. He didn't have to be behind her to know just how badly her pussy was winking, tugging up and pulling down, showing off his partner's readiness to mate. Licking his lips, the coyote approached her more gently, patting her shoulder with a paw and dropping a gentle lick on her withers. Even that light contact had Lisa trembling.

"Oh... Tim..."

"Hush now, sweetie," he murmured, his voice dropping a note, becoming slower and smoother, though his sheath plumped out already with the length of his cock. "I'll do what you need, don't you worry... You just think about what you need from me, telling me what feels good to you, okay?"

Breathless, Lisa nodded, though didn't have the words any longer to snap back at him, not as the dying rays of sunset glinted off her coat, making it appear an even richer, darker shade than it naturally was. She could relax with him, even though the coyote was a predator, for their bond was deeper than that of predator and prey, her lover moving around her, nuzzling, licking and kissing softly.

"Oh, Tim... Please..."

"I've got you, darling, don't you worry."

And he did, waiting only to dip his nose under her tail so that he could taste her winking sex as the mare's legs folded to the ground, allowing her to lie down with her hind legs kicked off to the side and her forelegs tucked under her. It was a good height for him, considering the difference in size between even a rather compact mare and a coyote, but Tim leaned into her, lapping salaciously. His tongue knew no bounds as it played over the fold of her sex, teasing across it, even dipping into her. But that was only the start of it as she moaned and tried to rock back against him, even from her position on the ground.

"Unff... Tim... I need..."

There was a bite and a kick behind those words, though it was hard for Lisa to truly be forward and forthcoming about what she truly wanted when his tongue was inside her, curling up against her inner walls, even dragging back against the throbbing nub of her clit. The thick nub of flesh was most often hidden by the fat fold of her cunny, her mare-slit, but it was still there, lust rising, throbbing through with every pulse and wink.

Tim groaned, his cock out, throbbing and aching, though the small knot at the base was not yet swollen. Good. He'd much rather be plunged deep inside her at the moment of tying.

It didn't matter that they were predator and prey, only that coyote and horse got what they needed from one another, skirting the edges of a world that thought of them both as pests and scoundrels. He licked her juices from his muzzle, scraping over the rougher fur there with his long, flexible tongue, and pushed over her back, cock jabbing and prodding for entry. Even after spending so much time with Lisa, the mare, he was not refined in penetration - though it took their breath away when his length plunged deep.

A mare's nicker and a coyote's growl: never before had there been two more beautiful sounds wound together in the darkening of the day, the sun dipping lower and lower beyond the distant mountains and horizon. Again, she cried out, nostrils flaring in a whinny, though he gave her everything she needed in the long, hot pole of cock flesh that drove into the succulent wetness of her marehood.

Again and again... Oh, how his hips knew that rhythm. He pounded into her as if there was nothing else in his mind, feeling her under him, the strong, powerful round of her hindquarters, laden with muscle. And yet there was nothing more stringent than how her sex gripped him, though it was erratic in its pulsing, rippling massage. She was not in control of that part of her body, even though it felt good, head swimming with passion, relishing in a moment that would satisfy her season, if only for a little while.

When the heat of lust rose within her again, well...Lisa would just have to make sure her partner fucked her full. The pace ramped up as she cried out for him, needing his knot, for his cock was still smaller than that of a stallion and she ached to feel the swollen knot rubbing over her clit, bringing her to a screeching high of pleasure. Each pound of his cock shuddered through her and he panted heavily, a long, pink tongue spilling out of his mouth as he took her.

In a way, they claimed each other, Tim's eyes half-closing with passion as he powered into her, the slap of his fluffy thighs on her backside light, softening with the close of the day. She shuddered bodily and arched her neck, though couldn't think of anything else but his length, not as the coyote ground into her, his cock poking and prying, seeking out deeper reaches within her hot passage.

No words were needed as his knot grew, inflating as if to lock them together - yet their size difference made it so that he could still pop out even with his knot swollen. It just gave her that extra edge that was needed to get over the edge, sweat darkening her coat as she cried out a mare's neigh of lust into the darkening of the even. He pounded her ruthlessly, though would never go hard enough, not ever, to actually hurt her, bodies coming together desperately, passion winding through.

He was not far after her, for the gripping pulse of a mare's pussy around his cock was more than any coyote could have taken, barking sharply, his cry echoing through the eve as if to carry news of his mating further afield. No one would come, of course, for they were quite safe where they were, the jackhammer force of his hips driving on and on - until he could not help but also release in a throbbing spurt of cum.

His seed shot into her, lower body aching, muscles contracting, and Tim hung over the equine's back, tongue hanging out, his tail wagging faintly. Between a coyote and a mustang, their relationship should never have worked, but, well, he'd long ago been done questioning the "why" of it. It was better to just enjoy it, what they had between them, how they were together.

His knot tugged at her as he drew back, though he chuckled faintly at her groan. It would not be long at all before Lisa was ready for another round.

And he would be ready as soon as his partner wanted him to fuck her senseless all over again.