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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Unlike most farmers around the area, Frank was at least somewhat clued in on the social media sphere and the insanity the new trend of digital celebrity brought to the world. So, it was no surprise when he spotted a stranger out in his pumpkin field very early one morning, barely with the first rays of a new day visible over the horizon.

He noticed the trespasser was dressed like "Elvira the Mistress of the dark" in her "so tight it looked painted on" low cut dress and tall beehive hair, though vanity seemed to have deemed it alright for the poser to forgo the customary dark hair in favor of her own natural golden locks. Considering it was getting close to Halloween, Frank correctly assumed she was getting some glamor shots for the holiday and his pumpkin patch was the unfortunate winner for her photo shoot setting.

The old brown and white dappled draft horse rested his chin atop his hands on his large heavy pickaxe, having been on his way to start digging out a rock in one of his fields when he'd spotted something odd and stopped to inspect the sight. Frank sighed and rolled his eyes, standing at the edge of his pumpkin field while he watched the curvy vixen pose and snap photos of herself, though even he had to admit it was quite a fetching scene; despite her plucking clearly unready pumpkins to stage them for her impromptu photo shoot. The early morning fog did give a bit of a spooky air to the scene without the need for a smoke machine, which Frank figured would've been even worse for his crops, he supposed he should be thankful for that at least. However, the vixen was tramping all over his hard work in her black high heels! No matter how gorgeous she was, he just couldn't ignore it any longer. In an effort to try and get her attention without spooking the vixen, Frank gave a pointed cough; which she either didn't hear or simply chose to ignore. So, he did it again with more vehemence the second time, his annoyance with the stranger starting to boil over.

"What!?" The vixen snapped without even looking his way.

"You shouldn't be here" Frank offered as cordially as he could under the circumstances, resisting the growing urge to smack the makeup off the young woman's pretty face.

"I'm friends with the owner, so you can kindly fuck off, please" She ended with a sickly-sweet sounding "please" and a rather obviously fake but dazzling smile.

"Do you now?" Frank found this rather amusing, he might've had a bit too much to drink the night before, but he was sure he'd remember having bumped into a gorgeous vixen like her.

"Do you know who I am? I'm Vivacious Vivien Vixen! I have over two hundred thousand followers!" She proclaimed with annoyance at Franks ignorance of her celebrity status.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm Frank, from Frank don't give a fuck" The large brown and white dappled draught horse snorted, stepping closer while heaving the large pickaxe over his shoulder intimidatingly with one hand, making it look effortless. His other large meaty mitt tucked inside his dungaree pocket as he continued on undaunted, "Also, Frank that owns this here fucking farm and I sure as hell didn't give you or anyone else permission to damage my crops!" he snorted and glared down at the smaller woman threateningly.

"Ugh, can you just like...not?" Vivien snarled and rolled her eyes at his display, undeterred by his posturing. "I suggest you leave before I call the cops and tell them you threatened me." The vixen persisted with her shit eating grin, waving her phone as if it were some holy talisman able to ward off his evil presence.

"Sure, go ahead. Oh, just in case you weren't aware, the local sheriff here is my brother. Plus, you're on camera girly, maybe that wig is too tight and cutting off circulation to that pea brain of yours. But you're the one in deep shit here, trespassing on private property as well as damaging crops during a pandemic. I'm pretty sure my essential worker status overrides your shitty little Instagram career" Frank smirked at her affronted expression at him calling her Instagram carrier little and shitty. "In fact, seeing as you've been such a pain in my ass, I think I should just give my brother a call and report you, see how a weekend in jail suits you."

"No, wait...please don't! My husband will kill me if I get into trouble again!" Vivien whimpered, suddenly, looking genuinely afraid. Clearly she hadn't been expected to be called on her bluff, let alone for some hick farmer to actually have actual leverage to use against her. "I'll...do anything, just please...don't call the sheriff."

"Alright, I won't. Provided you do everything I tell you and I do mean everything. Come with me" Frank ordered and turned about to head back to his barn with the pretty vixen following along reluctantly behind him. The old horse was more than convinced the vixen would turn tail and run for the hills when she saw his old barn, even he had to admit it did look like something out of a horror movie. Even though it looked old and decrepit enough that it might collapse in on itself at any moment, Frank knew that was far from the truth. While he had managed to maintain the old exterior, inside he had replaced all the support beams and structure to ensure it could damn near withstand a tornado. As he did not own any livestock, his barn was mostly used to store farm equipment and dry goods, the only bad thing about the bard was the "curious" aroma of Franks special off the books hydroponics farm in the basement.

To his surprise however, the vixen followed him inside after only a brief pause at the doorway after making sure there was no one else waiting in hiding. He could see she was about to ask if he was going to kill her, but thought better of it, obviously not the smartest influencer around. "There, up against the wall. Spread 'em, just like I'm sure you're used to being frisked." The horse demanded rather callously. Frank grinned when the vixen did as told this time with barely a glare in his direction before she placed her phone down beside her on a barrel. With a devious grin, Frank reached over to subtly angle her camera after tapping a few items on the screen without Vivien noticing.

Frank had to admire her chops, among other things, as she turned to face the wall and assumed the position with an alluring curve to her back, which just highlighted her curves perfectly. Perhaps there was a benefit to all that Instagram posing after all? With her form fitting slinky dress, Frank got a real eyeful of her curves up close finally. Setting his pickaxe down to one side, he reached out and began to brush his rough palms up from the graceful flare of her hips and along her sides. His large calloused hands reached around her front to grope at her surprisingly modest, but obviously very natural breasts roughly while grinding his bulge against the round curve of her buttocks. Vivien whimpered at the rough touch, but the way her nipples perked at the attention was not lost on the old horse. Nor was the barely perceptible way she pressed and ground back against his bulge. "Husband not tending to your needs?" he teased playfully.

"Shut up..." The vixen snaped back, perhaps a bit too defensively. Though it was obvious she was now consciously trying to stop herself from grinding back against him, despite what her natural instinct wanted or even demanded.

"I'll fix that for you, don't you worry none" Frank laughed and nuzzled his rough muzzle against the back of her neck, making Vivien hiss and gasp out as his stubble scratched against her sensitive skin beneath her silky fur. "I'm pretty sure that's against the law for your species, to be untended to for so long?" he huffed, slowly lowering down behind her to his knees while his eager hands worked her tight dress up about her waist. Franks lips split into a wicked grin when he was met by the sight of her bare backside, he thought he hadn't seen any underwear lines beneath the tight clothing, this just proved his observational skills were still up to snuff. As he looked her over from behind, he couldn't help but think that with a body like hers, it was a crime against nature for her to not get fucked every day. One of his large mitts gripped about the base of her soft bushy tail to stroke back to midway before he firmly tugged it up out of his way to get a real good gander at her goods. The other large hand palmed the curve of one buttock with a firm squeeze, as if he were simply checking out a piece of produce, his thumb sneaking between her pert cheeks to pry her apart crudely.

"What're you doing..." Vivien asked with uncertainty when she felt Frank hike her skirt up, before his rough hand tugged her fluffy tail up firmly. She shivered and bit down on her lower lip as she felt the old horse's other hand grope and spread her pert round behind. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her this intimately, not that she'd admit it to the dumbfuck country hick feeling her up and risk proving him right. Sure, she posed for her viewers in seductive clothing, but they never got to see this side of her. What's more she hated how this complete stranger was getting an eyeful of what was only meant to be seen by her husband...and she was getting turned on by that fact! He was so close she knew he could smell her growing arousal; she could already feel the warm puffs of his breath against her nethers. Briefly she wondered what he was packing, being a horse, he surely would be bigger than her Alsatian husband. His slightly above average seven inches had always been more than enough to arch her back when he pinned her knees up by her ears and he piledrove her to climax after climax. Sadly, those days were few and far between now, it had been over a month since he last even looked at her with any sort of desire. She hated to admit it, but the way Frank couldn't keep his hands off her, it was rather exciting and perhaps even a little exhilarating. Vivien shivered with growing excitement as the old stallion let his hand drift down along her shapely side, his thumb lightly stroking along the side of her belly and leaving a pleasurable tingle in its wake. She tried to ignore the feeling however, screwing her eyes shut tight and chewing at the corner of her lip to try stop herself from making any telling sounds.

"Keep your tail lifted" Frank ordered before hocking a thick gob of saliva into one of his palms, the wet slick sound of fingers stroking along his flesh was unmistakable. For a brief moment Vivien felt disappointed, thinking he was merely going to pleasure himself to the sight of her and not actually fuck her. Her cheeks bursting into fresh shades of scarlet as she realized what she was thinking, she actually wanted this complete stranger to fuck her? Her ears perked a moment later when she felt him lightly grasp his stallionhood, just behind his flare to tease it across her hip and back between her thighs. Goddamn he felt big, she was more than a little tempted to try sneak a peek at it, but again she didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

Frank watched with amusement as the stunning blond vixen presented herself in front of him, he'd only asked her to keep her tail lifted, but again that Instagram modelling kicked in and Vivien naturally curved her back as if posing for a sultry photograph. He let his gaze drink in the contours of her rust-colored silky furred back before him, leading down to those curvy hips and nice round backside. He had already begun to rub his slick saliva all over and around the flared head of his equine rod in preparation, knowing the vixen was still unaware of his intentions. As he applied more saliva, he made the crown of his thick ebony shaft glisten with moisture, dripping from his tip along with thick sticky drops of his eager precum. The old horse guided the tip of his prick up between her thighs, giving a teasing nudge against her hot and slick pouting little folds, only to retreat back when she tried to wiggle back and sink down onto him. With a dark grin, Frank guided his tip up higher to his real target, up against the vixen's puckered tail hole. He couldn't help but tease at her snug little bleached, light pink asshole. He waited only a moment to see how Vivien reacted before he would try and wedge his way into the tight entrance.

Vivien twitched her ears at the sounds from behind her, a little confused why he'd need the extra lubrication, what with how aroused and slick she was already for him. Surely this dumb Redneck wasn't so stupid he couldn't feel how damned near sopping wet her cunt was against the tip of his cock as he teased his flesh against her opening? But then she felt him nudge his flare under her tail, her little pink tail hole dwarfed by the thick ebony flare, making her gasp and twitch as he began to wedge his way inside her tight little opening. Her head hung down low as she groaned out loud despite her best efforts not to, her bushy tail hitching with every little bit of the stallionhood working steadily deeper inside her. Frank couldn't help but grin to himself as he watched her well-manicured nails scratch against the old wooden wall she was pressed up against, hard enough that a couple of her fake nails cracked or just popped right off.

The old stud grit his teeth and groaned loudly as he felt the silky smooth flesh of her back passage stretch around his girthy flare reluctantly, his forward momentum slow for now as he expected to be stopped at any moment by the bossy bitch. While he was punishing her for what she'd done to his crops, he wasn't about to do something she really didn't want to do, though he had a good hunch she needed this more than he did right now. Perhaps not quite this act exactly, but she still wasn't saying no just yet. Until she did tell him to stop though, he would take full advantage of the situation. Again, his hands slipped down across her sides and over her ribs to grasp at her breasts through the thin material of her dress. "Mmm...relax, princess..." the big horse commanded while he tried to burrow deeper into the sexy vixen's tight little fox hole. Soon enough however, Frank found a rhythm to wiggle his shaft deeper into the tight tunnel before him, gradually gaining ground in his punishment of the Instagram celebrity wannabe.

Vivien huffed and laughed ironically at his words, she was trying to relax, but that was easier said than done. She didn't do this much with anyone, not even with her husband and especially not with hung horses like Frank. The thought to tell him to stop never even crossed her mind as she was just focused on the fact she felt like he was shoving a tree trunk up her well sculpted backside. Vivien closed her eyes and again bit down on her bottom lip, harder this time as she fought not give the old horse the satisfaction of making her groan, not even in discomfort. Her hips couldn't help but wriggle a little uncomfortably from the damned monster being pushed slowly, deeper under her twitching tail, stretching her snug little bleached light pink pucker wider. Despite the pained and uncomfortable sounds she might have been making however, when Franks fingers reached for them, he'd find her nipples were rather stiff and perked. Even her telling scent would be growing in the air enough to compete with the lingering green scent of his sideline business below their feet; perhaps she did just enjoy submitting to a handsome older man like this after all.

Frank groaned heatedly into the vixen's dark furred triangle of an ear poking through her golden hair; he could feel the firm peak of her nipple pressing hard into his palm while he squeezed at the malleable globe of flesh that was the vixen's breast. The big brute found a lazy rhythm now that his saliva coated shaft head got deep enough to allow for it. As his hips pumped in a steady rhythm, his body twitched a bit from the combination of the shocks of pleasure from her back passage's grip on his stallionhood and the sensation of her almost scaling hot arousal dripping onto his heavy balls in the cool morning air.

Vivien continued to huff and groan, one of her dark furred paws slipped down across her toned belly and between her thighs beneath her raised dress to begin rubbing at herself. She couldn't believe she was being fucked like this by a complete stranger, whom looked old enough to be her father, just the wrong species. She also couldn't help but blush from the sounds the horse was getting her to make. While there were brief sounds of discomfort, most of them were lewd enough to make a deaf person blush, she didn't need to look back over her shoulder to know the dirty old bastard was grinning at her either because of them. The sultry vixen squirmed and wriggled beneath both his hands at her breasts as well as the thick rod pumping between her pert round buttocks in a steady rhythm.

Frank suddenly bit down at the vixen's shoulder to prevent a sudden whinny from escaping his muzzle, making her yelp as he pinched fur and flesh alike between his flat quine teeth. Vivian was moving her hips so much as she squirmed, she unwittingly made herself take Frank a little past his medial ring inside the tight confines of her backside. This sudden sensation caused a squirt of pre-cum to escape from his throbbing stallionhood deep inside her, the odd sensation bringing forth an even more lewd groan from the pinned vixen. The way she was squirming and clenching erratically down around him only made Frank want to rut the bitch deeper and harder, but he knew she couldn't take him all the way to the base just yet.

Vivien's lips parted in a strangled groan, her form trembling beneath Frank's as he suddenly bit down at her shoulder. A little wave of pleasure coursed through her, her fingers beginning to rub and caress faster between her thighs as his cock filled and stretched her so much. She could feel the edges of a climax edge so tantalizingly close, but she just couldn't seem to get there yet. If only he were fucking her pussy, she'd have found that release she so desperately wanted! There was no denying or hiding how erect her nipples were either, the vixen was undoubtedly enjoying being fucked like this, even with how much of his length that was still left to fill her. As his hips hadn't quite touched her behind yet, she knew there was even more horse cock waiting outside behind his medial ring which she felt pop in and out of her in rapid succession. Curiously it reminded her of her husbands knot, though Frank was thick at every inch and not just the base of his cock.

Frank's nostrils flared from the almost wild rutting, drinking in the slutty vixen's arousal as it filled his barn. The old horse was at his limit, she was too snug for him at this depth and he wasn't a young stud anymore either. With a loud whinny, his heavy balls began to tighten and lift up against his crotch in a sure warning that he couldn't hold back what was about to come. Without warning the old horse erupted, spraying his warm gooey foal making seed up into the far reaches of the vivacious blond vixen's rear. The loud huffs and groans from the stallion filled the air as more and more of the viscous liquid escaped from his rigid rod, quickly filling Vivien to overfull before his mess began to spill back out around the seal of her pucker stretched around his rod.

Vivien couldn't help but squeak in surprise, it had been even longer since she'd had someone cum under her tail, let alone the volume the horse was filling her with. Again, she blushed and groaned despite herself as she felt the warmth fill her from deep within. The sensation made her plush red furred, white-tipped tail curl side to side as she wiggled and ground back onto Frank's throbbing and pulsating cock. Every spurt of his seed inside her caused Vivien to clench a little tighter about him involuntarily as her buttocks flexed and squeezed his thick ebony shaft, almost milking the horse dry.

Franks hips fell still eventually, his rough hands continued groping at Vivien's heaving chest while she squeezed at his buried prick under her tail. As his calloused hands kneaded at her malleable globes through her dress, he leaned down to give the side of her neck a soft nibble while speaking softly. "Hmm, seems like a certain foxy likes thick horse cock in her butt..." he teased, before giving the back of her ear a light flick with his tongue.

Vivien shivered at the nibble to her neck and the flick of his tongue against the back of her ear. She turned as best she could to pant and blush back at him with an embarrassed grin, giving a subtle roll of her behind back against him, flexing and clenching around his shaft still buried inside her "What can I say? Vixens and horses were made to go together so well. Though I don't think I'll be sitting right for a week after this" she admitted.

"You heard it here first folks, Vivacious Vivien Vixen loves anal! Now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN! Nord, to protect your protogens from pregnation! Use code "Glazed" for sixty-nine percent off your first year's subscription!" Frank suddenly switched tones, confusing the vixen briefly. However, when he picked up her phone and began speaking into the camera, Vivien's heart dropped into her stomach as she realized what he'd done. She could see all the heart emoji's and chat flying across her screen. "Now for the money shot..." Frank huffed and aimed the camera down to where he was still buried under her tail, letting the viewers watch as he slowly withdrew himself from the vixen. His still hard cock sprung up against his belly with a wet slap once he was free of Vivien's backdoor, flinging a fair bit of messy off-white mess across her black dress and even up into her hair, while even more began to seep from her winking little pucker as it tried to close back to its natural snugness.

"What the fuck did you do!?" Vivien screamed, whipping around to snatch her phone from Frank's hands. It was all the old horse could do to stop himself from doubling over he was laughing so hard as he watched her desperately try end the live stream.

"I got you to two hundred and fifty thousand followers, sweet cheeks. You can thank me later" Frank snorted, wiping tears from his eyes as he watched Vivien storm out of his barn, the vixen walking a little tenderly for obvious reasons. She hadn't even gotten ten steps beyond the door to his barn when her phone began to ring and Vivien angrily answered.

"Yes, hello...what? No mom, that wasn't staged...yes, he's real...what do you mean can you have his number!?" Vivien screamed into her phone before vanishing from Franks sight. He could hear her continuing to scream at her mother for a few more moments before peace and quiet eventually returned to his farm. Today was going to be a good day.