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The buoyant chirping of small sparrows echoes in the trees around the cozy roadside market, squeezed in between two equally cozy residential buildings at the bottom of a small cliff. A light breeze sweeps past the empty, single-lane road and the small strips of pedestrian pavement on both sides, blowing up some shiny candy wrappers that someone had tossed onto the ground. The gentle soughing of the ocean and its sapphire waves are just barely audible in the distance. A few cottony clouds float across the sky, surrounded by the velvety blue of the firmament. The air is hot, but not oppressively so. Standing in the shade that the trees cast next to the market, you are more than comfortable with the temperature. It is, by all accounts, peaceful. The scenery around you is the textbook definition of a seaside idyll, blending all the cozy remoteness of a small tourist village. Just existing within this particular moment is enough to soothe one’s soul. And yet, you are torn by anxiety and anticipation. No matter how delicately the breeze caresses your face or how jovially the sparrows chirp, you cannot find it in yourself to calm down. To you, the scenery could just as well be a rotting swamp and the chirping of small birds, the annoying buzzing of flies. No, you cannot enjoy it. Not when you have yet to see her. You flinch as the old, but still surprisingly automated, doors to the small market open next to you. An elderly couple of otters walks out, both wearing the traditional clothing of the village. They notice you leaning against the market corner and greet you with a welcoming smile. You return their smile and nod at them before anxiously directing your eyes back onto the road to see if anyone is approaching the store. The road is empty. The doors of the market open again, and a slightly younger – that is to say, middle-aged – wolf steps out. He’s wearing a large, loose-fitting t-shirt that drapes over the dome of his belly. On his legs, he has a pair of cargo shorts and sandals. He’s a tourist, just like you. You watch him as he groans, stretches, and eventually scratches his belly by the waist. He doesn’t notice you, being far too interested in the hefty ice cream he just purchased from the store behind him, opening its colorful wrappings with haste. You are surprised that someone as out of shape as him has made it all the way up on the cliff this far from the beach. Observing him for a little longer, you eventually turn your attention back to the road. Looking to the right, you can see two teenagers – locals, judging by their attire – biking along the pavement. The cap-wearing fox has multiple bandages on his shins and knees, telling that it has been quite a busy weekend for the two friends. You notice a pair of homemade fishing rods and a small tackle box on the back of the other teen’s bike, closely corralled by his long, alligator tail. They both look excited, talking to one another frantically as they pedal along the inclining road. The sight of them brings a smile to your face, momentarily washing away the anxiety that swirls within your chest. Your gaze follows them for a while, and you forget to turn your eyes towards the left. The wind picks up. A sudden gust forces you to squint your eyes, fluttering in the chubby wolf’s t-shirt and the long, droopy whiskers of the otter couple. The biking teens suddenly stop pedaling, and the slight uphill incline of the road brings their bikes to a quick halt. The fat wolf standing in front of the small shop stops licking his ice cream, leaving his long canine tongue hanging outside his muzzle. The elderly otters perk up their heads, and the wife whispers something to her husband. All of them are looking at something. Something to your left. Your heart drops. Holding your breath subconsciously, you swing your head to the left. Your eyes narrow and your jaw lowers just a little bit. You almost want to pinch yourself to make sure you are not dreaming, but you’re too awestruck to move. It’s her. She had finally come. The world seemed to slow down just a little bit as soon as you laid your eyes on her. The long, billowy sundress of a gentle, yellow hue flows on her body just as beautifully as it had yesterday, its long hem fluttering playfully in the breeze as her hooves tread the pavement. The smooth, chestnut coat of her long equine arms seems to almost shine in the sunlight as they swing back and forth in rhythm with her steps, just barely dodging her wide hips as they rock from side to side underneath the stunning summer dress. Her surprisingly broad shoulders, long neck, and strong-featured muzzle are all shadowed by the large, almost ridiculous-sized sunhat wobbling on top of her head, with her sharp equine ears peeking out from their designated holes in the bombastic headwear. The long, wobbly rim of the hat droops just low enough to obscure her eyes from your view, which only adds to the mystique of the already drop-dead stunning summer goddess. A subtle smile decorates her muzzle as she approaches the store. Another sudden gust of sea wind lifts the hem of her dress just a little, playing in her glossy, golden mane and the equine tail curving around her rump. There’s something dream-like about her very presence that simultaneously makes you feel excited and at peace. Nobody else seems to notice her. Well, they do, because who wouldn’t? But they don’t notice her the way you notice her. The two teens, the old couple, and the wolf, their gazes linger on her, but not like yours. You don’t want to get caught staring, but you cannot separate your gaze from her as she walks past you towards the shop doors. She raises her hand and smiles at the elderly otter couple, both of whom seem awestruck by her beauty, but manage to smile back at her regardless. The canine tourist, whose ice cream has already started dripping down onto his hand, promptly steps aside, giving way to the mare of mystery as the old, automatic doors to the small store screech open. Being as freakishly tall as she is, she has to duck her head ever so slightly as she enters the store, disappearing from sight. Suddenly, the world around you seems normal. Dull. Mundane. You shake your head and take a deep breath. In and out. You allow your lungs to inflate and deflate with your breath, but are ultimately unable to fully calm down. She was here. The mare in the yellow sundress. You had been unable to get the equine beauty out of your mind ever since you had seen her the day before at this very same shop. Back then, you had been too awestruck to do anything other than watch her as she passed you on the street, nearly walking straight into a lamppost because you were so dazed from seeing her. And now, seeing her again, you were unsure if you could do any better. Her presence was just too… Dazzling. How would you, or anyone, even approach someone like her? Someone who was almost at another plane of existence. You don’t know. But what you do know is that you want to see more of her, only to watch her from afar if nothing more. Time passes. You aren’t sure how much, but can already feel your chest filling with anxiety in the mare’s absence. The store doors eventually slide open. A small gust of wind catches the stunning yellow fabric of the tall equine’s dress as she walks out, giving you a delightful sneak peek at her calves. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind the fluttering of her skirt and walks over to the curb with long, confident steps that seem to come naturally to her. Her hips sway, and her tail bounces above her buttocks before she stops at the curb. You watch as she takes subtle looks in both directions before she continues her model-worthy strut to the other side. Your heart won’t stop racing. It can’t stop racing. She looks too perfect. Each frame of her walking body could have been a statue, or at the very least a gallery-worthy photograph. Even the environment and lighting seem to flatter her. Or perhaps that is merely all in your eyes. The attractive, mysterious mare walks onto a path that disappears into the small bunch of trees growing opposite the store. Your chest begins to ache with distress as she slowly vanishes into the foliage while the sparrows continue serenading the summer scenery. The teens share a look but quickly continue pedaling their way up the hill. The otter couple mutters something to one another as they start walking off. The chubby wolf curses under his breath and starts to search the pockets of his cargo shorts for something to wipe the melted ice cream off his right paw. You decide to follow her. You feel like you have to. You have to sternly remind yourself to check for oncoming traffic at the curb. Your feet want to sprint, but you don’t let them. Not yet. You clear the empty road with four long strides and pounce your way onto the narrow path which the mare had taken moments earlier. You do not know where the path leads. Somewhere closer to the beach is your guess, since it does seem to head in that particular direction. Your breath becomes labored, and a sense of unease crawls around in your chest as you begin following the path, chasing after the stunning mare in a sundress. You try your best to be careful and not produce too much noise with your movement, but your haste makes it difficult for you to move quietly. Ferns rustle against your shins. Old leaves and twigs crack beneath your feet. You continue towards the unknown, fighting your own alacrity the best you can. You are unsure how long you have followed the path. The wind starts picking up, weaving itself past the old tree trunks with more gusto. It blows in your face and ripples through your loose summer attire ever so pleasantly. It is an ocean breeze. You must be getting close to the beach. In fact, you start seeing slivers of the sky and the ocean amongst the verdure. There is still no sign of the mare. The trees begin to thin out around you, and you subconsciously slow down your steps. You swipe a low-hanging branch away from in front of you and come to a stop at the other end of the small forest patch growing on the cliffs of the seaside village. You see her again. Your heart stops, or you at least think it does. The secluded forest path has led you onto a picturesque overlook of the lower village and the beautiful golden beach stretching towards the sea behind it. The afternoon sun is on its way towards the distant horizon, illuminating the small ledge with its warm rays, dyeing the air around the cozy overlook with a glowy, orange-ish filter. There’s a small bench looking out towards the sea and a sturdy steel fence wrapping around the ledge. She’s there, leaning against the surprisingly tall railing while the hem of her yellow dress flutters in the breeze. The light filters through the fabric, but only barely. Your mind completely shuts down for a while. You stand completely still, just barely aware of your own existence. The sight is just too beautiful. A slightly more energetic breeze rolls past the ledge. The mare lets go of the railing to prevent her hat from flying off with the sudden wind. Her dress quivers, momentarily allowing the sunlight to seep through the gap between her thighs. The shadows paint something lewd and surprising onto the concrete, but you completely miss it as you are too captivated by the equine. After a few more moments of the breeze playing in the frills of her dashing summer outfit, the mare eventually turns around and notices you. She smiles, appearing not too surprised to find you standing behind her. “Hey there…” You twitch upon hearing her voice. It’s different from what you had imagined, yet rich and enchanting in its own peculiar way. It is mysterious and sultry. Just like she is. An amused giggle leaves her shapely muzzle as you remain unable to speak. “You were the one watching me, weren’t you? By the store.” She asks, subtly adjusting her hat and eyeing you up. You get just a brief glimpse of her eyes from behind the bombastic rim of her sunhat. “So I finally got found out, huh…? I’m actually quite surprised it took this long. I have been waiting for somebody to notice. Well, perhaps some did, but they never acted upon it. But you did… I’m glad it was a cutie like you.” You don’t know what she’s talking about. You try not to let it show on your face, but the mare seems to grasp your confusion regardless. “…Or could it be that you haven’t? Were you just captivated by this dress I am wearing?” She asks with a small giggle, performing a quick spin that ruffles her skirt. The playful, mysterious smile on the anthro mare’s lips prompts you to nod your head. It was true, after all. A bright, undulating laugh echoes around the fenced ledge. The last few notes of her vocal amusement fade into a tone that’s almost shockingly deep for a mare, although not quite as much for someone of her size. “Ahh~ I found an innocent one, didn’t I?” She smirks, taking two calculated steps towards you, gazing at you along the long bridge of her muzzle. “My, that’s just perfect. The innocent ones are my favorite.” You shudder as she leans her torso closer to you, bringing her equine head on level with your own. Her dress is just loose enough for you to get a teasing look at her cleavage, which is modest but all the more alluring. The wind carries some of her scent into your nose. The fresh, slightly zesty fragrance gets your heart pumping while also soothing your mind with subtle notes of lavender and lemongrass. “Oh my! Are you blushing? How adorable…” She chuckles, slowly but surely melting you with her voice and words. She slowly straightens her back and leans her hips from side to side. It seems like she’s waiting for you to do something. Alas, you can do nothing but observe her beautiful figure in the gorgeous sundress that flatters it so much. “Haha~! You’re just too cute!” She eventually laughs, turning on her hooves and walking back over to the railing around the overlook. She gazes out onto the ocean, looking like she’s recreating a scene from a romantic movie. Your heart beats restlessly as she turns around after a while. “Here… Let me give you something more to blush about…” She draws a big grin onto her muzzle and slides her hooves apart just a bit. She leans her palms against her knees and flicks her lush tail to the side. The late afternoon sun pierces the gap between her thighs, drawing the same lewd play of shadows onto the concrete between you and her. And this time, you notice it. The distinct, rounded outline of an equine scrotal sack is being drawn both behind the dress and onto the concrete before you. And these are not some pretty balls of a small show pony either. They are a big, meaty pair of stallion semen tanks, hanging low from the mass that they possess. Your jaw drops, and a wave of confusion washes over you. Was the mare actually a stallion? No. Even now, you cannot say for sure. Their proportions did mostly match those of a mare, but the dress obscured their body just enough to leave you in the dark about their perceived sex. Their shiny mane and well-groomed tail were also devilish tools of deception in masking the equine’s true gender. The sundress-clad horse appears to greatly enjoy your bewilderment, voicing a coquettish giggle as you attempt to process the shocking appearance of male genitals behind a very feminine outfit. Your eyes follow the outline of their sack as they shift their weight from one leg to another, making the pair of horse nuts swing about ever so slightly. You surprisingly find yourself not that put off by the sight. Just confused. You know you aren’t gay and that you have not been attracted to a male in your life, but… Somehow, it doesn’t matter to you. The obsession you had cultivated towards the sundress-wearing horse somehow transcended what would otherwise have been a massive dealbreaker for you when it came to attraction. They were still beautiful in your eyes, and not even the very unnatural presence of huge, sperm-storing stallion nuts could alter that perception in your mind. You remain royally confused while the chestnut-coated anthro erects their back and places one of their hands onto their hip confidently. The other arm extends towards you, and the hand attached to it beckons. “Come here…” The mare whispers, just barely overpowering a passing gale with their voice. Shocked and confused as you are, you cannot refuse them. Your heart is still throbbing with excitement as you move your feet, cautiously walking over to the tall anthro horse who smiles at you so endearingly. The scent of lavender and lemongrass returns to your nostrils as the gap between you shrinks. “You didn’t run away. You must have fallen in love.” They laugh again in a pleasant, melodic voice. They promptly reach their hand out towards you and lift your chin with a clear hint of dominance in both their body language and their gaze. You shudder and subconsciously rise onto your toes. They take a good, long look at your face before eventually letting you down. A pleased snort echoes around the overlook. “I’ve been looking all over the village for a pretty little thing like you. Someone who can give me a little bit of relief on such a sweltering summer day… And maybe something a bit more as well.” Their voice makes you shudder. You feel slightly scared but also excited. They make you feel strange, but you are unable to decipher if that strangeness is positive or negative. The mare slowly lowers their hands against their dress. They bend their torso and reach down at their skirt, grasping the fluttery fabric just above the knees. The long yellow curtain rises as the equine straightens their back. Your heart skips a beat, if not two. The mare doesn’t even need to say anything. It is not difficult to guess what they want you to do. As you kneel onto the warm concrete, the horse raises their dress a bit more. You watch the frilly hem of the female summerwear teasingly flutter in front of your face as the mare plays with their outfit, taunting you with what’s hiding underneath it. Eventually, they flip the dress over your head, concealing you behind the sunny curtain of fabric. You gasp, and a confused twitch occurs inside your trousers as you find yourself face-to-face with your new mare acquaintance’s enormous equine testes. You had been able to tell it from merely their silhouette, but as the stalliontastic orbs now hang directly in your face, it was worth mentioning again. They are not just any pair of equine nuts. They are fucking stud testicles. Big, meaty, and imposing to the fullest extent. You reckon you can barely even cradle them with your hands. They are just that huge. You can feel the heat radiating off them onto your flummoxed face. The surface of the big beastly balls shines ever so slightly as the sunlight laboriously squeezes through the dress fabric, bouncing off the smooth, dark-chocolate-hued equine scrotum and the accompanying sheath. The scent around you is much different than outside the mare’s skirt. The pleasant, fresh aroma of their chestnut coat is now tainted by what you can only imagine to be equine ball sweat and budding arousal. It’s not a bad scent. And the more it starts dominating your nostrils, the more pleasant its thick odor becomes. “It has been such a long while since someone gave my sheath a proper bath. I’m almost getting excited.” The mare snorts, inching their hooves closer to your knees, nearly shoving their nuts into your face. “You might want to get started soon. This place is pretty popular despite being quite remote. Although if you want to get caught, that’s totally fine by me as well. I would love to show off a boy as cute as you… Especially with your tongue latched onto my nuts.” You feel one of their big palms pressing onto the back of your head through the dress. Possessing very little will of your own, you allow it to shove your face into the fat pair of sundress-stewed horse balls. A soft moan leaves your lips. It is muffled by the heavy mare orbs, which promptly throb against your face in response. They feel hot, sticky, and somehow eager to get their lewd scent all over your face. Strangely, you do not have any objections to that. A half-muffled whinny echoes around the overlook. You breathe deep, dragging the exhilarating stallion scent into your lungs through both your mouth and your nostrils. You pull your face away from the intimidating set of equine genitals by a single inch. It is as far as the mare’s palm will let you move your head. You are sweating. Your mouth opens almost autonomously, and your limp, slippery tongue rolls out. A small, barely perceptible bead of sweat glimmers on the mare’s left nut. You lean forward and lick it up, experiencing a powerful rush of excitement as the raw taste of a stallion floods your mouth. The flavor is most thrilling. You feel the dress flapping against your lower back as you once again bury your face into the sexy horse scrotum. This time, your mouth is open, and your tongue yearns for the surface of the round breeding tanks. The pair of sturdy hooves grind against the concrete, and the chestnut frame of the blonde-maned mare is shaken by an aroused snort. Your tongue glides along the seemingly never-ending circumference of their giant foal containers, scooping up all the flavor that’s embedded in their dark skin. The balls throb against your tongue as you lick and bathe them all over, blindly following your own taster as it desperately seeks more aromas from their surface. You don’t even notice that you have gotten erect inside your shorts. You can hear the mare sigh as you gently raise their sack, sticking your face onto the dark side of their testicles and proceeding with the loving, saliva-soaped bath. You are very pleased to find that the flavor there is even richer, which fuels your cleaning efforts to grow even more intense. It feels so amazing to feel the magnificent mare balls resting on your face as you lick them, weighing you down with their mass, imprinting their lewd scent all over your head. You soon open your mouth as wide as you can and try to take one of their nuts into your maw. You don’t succeed and are forced to merely suckle on the huge orb, as the size makes your attempt an anatomical impossibility. Not that you mind too much, as sucking on their shape is almost just as pleasure-inducing. “That’s right… Polish those meaty stud rocks for me… But make sure you don’t forget about my sheath.” The mare’s bright giggle gets caught in a breeze and blown away as soon as it reaches your ears. Reluctance stalls your departure from the mare’s scrotum. You make sure to kiss, lick, and nuzzle the two tasty, throbbing orbs goodbye before you drag your face onto the folded sleeve of equine skin resting slightly higher. A gust of hot, almost tropical air hits your face as soon as you bring it over the mouth of the sheath. The scent from within makes you wrinkle your nose, even though you do actually enjoy the more pungent, more potent aroma. You can detect traces of seawater in the odor as well. You start cleaning their sheath without thinking twice about it. Your saliva drips on the dark skin as you begin wedging your tongue into the many, flavor-filled folds of the equine cock koozie. As expected, the taste is a lot more concentrated around the pleats of thick, cock-concealing skin. You enjoy it nonetheless. The most dominant flavor is sweat. Pungent, rich, dick sweat. Its taste is accompanied by what you reckon is the lingering flavor of sunscreen as well as proper sea salt, which has condensed on the mare’s sheath from the seawater. You find a few crystals of it hiding amongst their equine foreskin. Their presence adds a nice edge to the already flavorful experience. “Ohhh~ Lord have mercy… You’re really thorough, aren’t you?” The mare gasps and their loins twitch noticeably. “I wonder what that otter couple would think if they saw you bathing my sheath with such passion… “ You briefly imagine getting caught doing what you are doing. Sucking the taste of sweat and seawater off an andogynouys equine’s sheath and sack. You don’t want to admit it, but the thought excites you, even if just a little bit. A loud whinny makes the big mare tremble. Their sheath throbs against your lips as you nibble the dark sleeve by the keel. You can sense how restless the horse is. “Haaahh~ I guess it’s useless to hold back. I'd better let the beast out.” The mare’s loins twitch, and a shaky moan emerges from their muzzle. A split second later, a gargantuan, half-erect equine shaft flumps out from inside their sheath. Your heart pounds against the inside of your ribcage as you watch the mottled pillar of brown and pink mating meat slam flare-first onto the inside of the yellow dress. You want to squirm as the absolute behemoth of a mare cock throbs directly next to your head, each distinctive pulsation providing the impressive impregnation instrument with slightly more stiffness as it erects itself. In no time at all, your vacation-crush’s cock has formed a mighty, lewd, yellow tent below their waist. You see the silhouette of the steel railing being drawn against the sunlight through the tautened fabric. It suddenly feels a lot hotter. “What do you think? Didn’t expect a silk-maned beach beauty to be packing one of these?” The mare sighs. You see them running their fingers over the dress, caressing the back of their shaft through the yellow cloth. Their cock responds, twitching eagerly and flaring as soon as they pull their fingers away. As to what you think of their cock… There really isn’t much you can say. It is a big, mean-looking horse penis with all the sexy, appetizing traits of a standard-issue stallion breeding equipment. It is long. Almost the length of your entire arm from shoulder to fist. It is stiff, and multiple thick veins split its otherwise smooth, taut surface. Perhaps the girth is not quite as immense as you had feared or imagined, which is to say it is still as thick as your wrist at its thinnest. Still, it somehow seems a bit delicate from what one would expect from a stallion’s cock. The head is almost ridiculously huge, nearly twice the circumference of the shaft, even without flaring. “Speechless, huh? Well, you’re not the first one. Everyone always has a few select words in mind until they find themselves face-to-face with a giant horsecock underneath a sundress.” The heavy equine sperm tanks get sucked up a few inches within their pouch before slowly falling back down into their natural position. The equine shaft twitches eagerly. Your mouth feels dry. Yet you are compelled to taste the meaty beam of piping-hot horse flesh that is just begging for someone to worship it. Your lower half agrees, giving you a quick reminder of the confused erection that has been steadily making a mess of male excitement inside your beach shorts. “Kiss it.” The mare’s softly spoken, yet dominant words make you shudder. Their balls rise, and the tip of their breeding monster flares to outright nasty proportions. “Kiss it on the mouth. Right… Here.” The mare flicks the bloated crux of their dick, prompting it to flare again. The swollen crown of the rock-hard equine dick looks mighty intimidating, but even so, you cannot bring yourself to disobey the mare. Your body feels hot all over as you move your head from their sheath over to their cockhead across a distance of over twenty inches. You stop and eye the peculiar texture decorating the rim around the mare’s tip for a while. The lewd, powerful scent of the restless mare-stuffer excites you, as does the thought of pressing your lips against it. You shuffle your knees on the concrete, behind the mare’s dress. The flare now hovers in front of your face, the yawning, equine urethra winking at you as the entire cock throbs with lust. It wants to be kissed. Wants to be worshipped. It demands it. Before you even realize it, you’re passionately making out with the erect horsecock of a mare you don’t even know. The firm equine flesh is pressed up against your lips, twitching with desire as your tongue explores the endless area of the ridiculously wide cockhead. You feel the equine urethra attempt to kiss you back as your tongue passes over it multiple times, catching the subtle but exhilarating flavors of urea and male arousal, which coat the immediate surroundings of the penile opening. You drag your lips all around the ribbed rim of the flare, leaving a heavy trail of shiny drool behind as the arousing taste has kicked your saliva production into overdrive. “Mmmhhh~ I pegged you as some sort of cute and innocent virgin, but the way you kiss… Haaa~ Suggests otherwise. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you make out with horsecocks all the time… And if you don’t, you should definitely consider making a habit out of it.” The mare sighs, gently rocking their hips towards you, smushing their flare against your face. Your body gets electrified as their thick, spunky pre splashes onto your tongue. It tastes bitter and slightly sour, but the flavors flow so smoothly on your taste buds that you don’t really care. With just a little bit of arousal-fueled brainwork, you can easily convince yourself that you’re sipping on a fresh beach cocktail, which is at least half-correct in regards to nomenclature. The taste leaves you wanting more. Your jaws slide further and further apart on their own as your body prepares to do the impossible. Stretching your lips to their absolute limits, you are able to scoop the immense area of the fat equine cockhead in between them. The mare – luckily – does not flare. More pre gushes into your mouth as you wiggle and squeeze the equine dick past your teeth as well, already feeling sore in the jaws as it pops inside your maw. “Oh fuck, baby~! You… You really didn’t have to do that.” The mare sighs, voicing an equine snort as they half-flares inside your mouth. You moan, happily accepting the deluge of pre that splatters down your throat. “Mmmmhh~! But since you went through the trouble… We might as well enjoy ourselves.” The mare does a thrust with their wide hips, nudging their firm breeding baton a generous inch deeper into your oral cavity. You moan, not able to put up any kind of fight against the giant horse penis invading your mouth. The mare thrusts again, tickling your uvula with their flare as the first, thick, throbbing veins of their shaft reach your lips. Your cock twitches inside your shorts, expressing a strong desire to exponentially increase the sticky mess inside your legwear. You come extremely close to permitting it to do so. Alas, the choice is not up to you. It is up to the mare dick sliding towards your esophagus. Trails of drool start dripping down your chin as the immense mating tool prevents you from swallowing properly. Your gag reflex has pre-emptively turned itself off for the occasion, allowing the meaty horse hose to freely enter your throat despite barely fitting into your narrow gullet. More pulsating equine veins slip past your lips. You look up through the dress and see a vague silhouette of the mare’s muzzle and their large hat. The giant horsecock flares, sealing your throat shut for almost five full seconds. You do not panic. A moan of subtle bliss trembles up the rigid stallion shaft. You dig your fingers into your knees, fighting off an orgasm by a single horse hair. The flare continues to pulsate against the walls of your throat for a few more moments before shrinking down and continuing its way downwards into your oral anatomy. “How is it, sugar? Do you like it?” The mare asks with a very subtle accent in their speech that wasn’t there before. “Ahh~ I’m playing with fire… Stuffing my cock into such a s-snug of a throat as this.” You can almost feel them throbbing inside your chest once the mare eventually stops pushing their loins towards you. There is about a foot, roughly half, of the enormous horsecock behind your lips. You are on the verge of an orgasm, just waiting for the equine anthro to flare in your throat for the final drop of ecstasy. “Ohhh no… Sweetie, your mouth is gonna make me burst…” The mare sighs, their dick throbbing mercilessly at the tight depths of your gullet. You see the mare grasping the sides of their dress. They snort and whimper with desire. Their cock flares once. You ejaculate a single rope of cum into your shorts. Their cock flares again. You shoot out four ropes. Their cock flares a third time. You unload the rest of your sperm into your already messy legwear. You are happy to do so. The fleshy fuck cylinder continues to throb and flare in your throat as you cum, cum from the mere joy of choking on the beautiful mare’s magnificent horsecock. Your cock twitches and spasms with pleasure, stickying up every corner of your shorts very adequately in record time. The flaring of the tasty equine baton grows more and more frequent. The gooey pre-ejaculate flows down your throat almost like piss, splashing down in voluminous bursts every time the phallic beast swells inside your chest. The mare is close. It won’t be long until they give you a hefty oral helping of creamy colts and foamy foals straight into your belly. You almost can’t wait. Suddenly, you hear something towards the path from whence you had emerged. Steps, voices. Two voices. A male and a female one. You can’t make out what they are saying, but you know they are there. Experiencing a rush of panic, you direct your gaze upwards at the mare. Although you cannot see properly, you are quite certain they are looking back at you through the dress. “Mmhhh~ L-Looks like we got caught after all…” The mare giggles. You feel their flare swelling up, this time for good. A lustful whinny echoes around the picturesque overlook. The equine cock throbs. You feel the shaft swelling up as the thick seed races towards your throat. The cock throbs again. A shocked gasp echoes around the concrete overlook. The cock throbs a third time. You shift your head and see a murky silhouette of what you assume are two foxes standing some twenty feet away from you and your equine lover. The cock throbs a fourth time. The thick, tasty colts start blasting down your throat like they are being shot out of a fire hydrant, jetting out from the swollen flare with the kind of pressure you didn’t think was possible. You swallow. And swallow. And swallow. The mare raises their hand and waves at the vulpine couple who were fortunate, or unfortunate enough, to stumble upon your remote rendezvous. More horse cum gets pumped into your guts. There’s no doubt in your mind that the two onlookers are getting a beautiful silhouette shot of what is going on underneath the yellow sundress in front of them. The thought of it makes you cum. The unknown couple stays still for a while, captivated by the lewd, scandalous sight against their will. You can feel their eyes on your body as you swallow what feels like your second gallon of equine sperm, creaming your own shorts in the process. It isn’t until the flow of ejaculate starts dying down from the mare’s urethra that you hear the couple hurrying back up the path. “Hehehe~ We must have given them quite the surprise.” The mare sighs, their flare slowly starting to shrink. “That guy got rock hard as soon as he saw us. He must have been so jealous of you. The girl as well. I bet they’ll both be thinking about us when they spend their night at the beachside inn.” Your gag reflex decides to return as soon as the monstrous flare has been pulled out from your throat. You cough and huff as the hefty mare dick eventually pops out from your mouth. Although all of it went straight down into your belly, you still smell and taste the raunchy odor of the androgynoys equine’s sperm. You feel incredibly full. Like you had just eaten a full-course meal at one of the island’s many restaurants. Looking down, you can see that your abdomen is a bit bloated. Just how much cum did the sundress-clad horse have saved up? The yellow dress slips away from you as the mare backs away. The imprint of their enormous dong is still well visible against the thin fabric as the mare sighs and stretches their upper body. “Mmhh~ That was thoroughly delightful! I can’t remember the last time someone made me nut with so much vigor. Getting caught always kneads my balls just the right way… Just thinking about that couple. Their shocked faces. The lingering curiosity and desire… Oh no~ I’ll get too excited if I keep reminiscing about it too much.” The stubborn horsecock raises the hem of the dress, appearing to grow erect again. Looking down at their bulge, the mare notices you, still kneeling on the concrete “Say… Why don’t you and I make another lasting vacation memory together?” You nod your head without even looking at them. Your gaze is too preoccupied by their member, which seems to be attempting to burst through the dress constraining it. The mare gently picks you up by your shirt collar, lifting you onto your feet like you weigh nothing. Your messy, cum stained shorts drop onto the ground. They escort you over to the railing. You grasp the middle rung with your hands. The mare steps behind you. You hear them lifting their dress. A moment later, you find yourself getting lifted by the chestnut equine’s flare, which is peeking out from between your legs. You flail for a split second, being forced to move your hands onto the highest rung of the railing. You rise a bit more, after which the mare pushes their hips forward, fully thrusting their stalliontastic breeding pillar past your thighs. Your feet no longer touch the ground. You feel the mare’s soft body against your back. Their heart beats right by your left ear. Looking down, you see the beautiful beach scenery, dominated by a big throbbing equine organ, the mottled shaft of which is firmly pressed against your ass. You swallow as the intimidating phallus flares a few times, demonstrating its cervix-smashing capabilities to you up close. Your cock grows erect. But even so, the difference between your manhoods is painfully apparent. The mare is fucking huge. “Are you ready?” The mare asks, placing their hands on the railing next to yours. You nod. They give you a quick kiss on the scalp and immediately begin moving their hips. Your body feels hot as you watch the gargantuan horse penis pumping back and forth in the junction of your thighs and groin, throbbing with such blatant desire it's easily visible to your eyes. The veiny shaft glides against your flesh, reminding your body just how big, strong, and rigid it is. The movement caresses your scrotum and taint in a way that’s both brutish and sensual. Your cock throbs every time the enormous flare bumps against your body, flaring ever so often to tease you. The mare slowly picks up the pace of their thrusts, gradually moving from a gentle and indulgent introduction to a more productive, ruttish rhythm. The steel railing rattles as the mare’s hips slam into your own. Although the steel fence appears secure and sturdy, a part of you wonders if it will hold as the equine picks up more speed, milking their dick with your thighs more vehemently. The round equine cumtanks you had worshipped tap against you with increasing momentum. You can tell from the weight of the impact that the mare still has a good, fat load packed up in their testes. You tighten your grip on the railing and carefully lean back against the tall horse as their thrusts start getting more violent. The fleshy pillar of equine reproduction emerges from underneath your crotch at an astounding frequency, flaring each time the mare’s sheath bumps against your sack. The mean horse dick throbs and spasms, already flinging out long, sticky streaks of pre down from the overlook. You hold your breath as you watch them jump multiple feet out from the flare, feeling the liquid traverse through the long shaft that’s being caressed by your trembling thighs. The sound of the pre being ejaculated makes you want to squirm. You are rock hard. Merely watching the meaty mare bully perform makes you want to cum. The mare snorts above your head. The next five thrusts are particularly vigorous, each ending with the horse dick flaring into proportions so absurd you question how that thing ever fit inside your throat. “Mmhhh~ Here it comes, baby~” The mare whispers, letting go of the railing and pressing your thighs closer together with their hands as they do an intense final set of thrusts, which lead to the foreshadowed outcome. Your surprised gasp drowns underneath the ecstatic whinny of your gold-maned lover as the desperate equine member explodes into a creamy fountain of foal-siring sperm. Your heart beats in a wild rhythm as you watch the impressive equine cock spew out ivory semen serpents by the dozen, feeling each one through the firm flesh of the giant mare cock before they get blasted past the railing and onto the scenery below. You are completely blown away by the absolute display of ultimate equine virility that you helped bring forth. Seeing and feeling such a powerful climax and ejaculation is like nothing you have ever experienced in your life. The beautiful, sunny backdrop of the picturesque vacation island is just the cherry on top. You cum as well, feeding on the physical ecstasy of the beautiful horse behind you and the powerful orgasm they are having. It is a strange, hands-free orgasm that somehow feels better than any orgasm you have ever had. You moan feebly as your dick ejaculates what probably amounts to only one, maybe two of the massive jizz ropes the brown mare is pumping out of their cock. It feels so good. “Smile!” Your orgasm bliss gets interrupted by the abrupt flash of a camera. Flummoxed, you glance to your right and see the mare holding up a modernized Polaroid camera. You have no idea where she got it from, but that does not stop them from taking pictures of your simultaneous ejaculation off the overlook. You start seeing your own, blushing face in the pictures that are printing out one by one, showing you on the mare’s lap, cumming like an idiot while their cock paints the scenery with dancing ropes of horse ejaculate. The pictures fall out of the camera, some dropping on the overlook, some floating down into the village below for whoever to find. You can do nothing but cum while your mare does the same, immortalizing the hot vacation memories into dozens of steamy, scandalous photographs. The twitching between your thighs eventually stops, and the terrifying phallic presence on your skin disappears. The soft equine body wrapped in a sundress vanishes from behind you, leaving you kneeling by the railing, to which you still cling as if your life depended on it. You are shaking. The air around you carries a strong scent of sex, of the equine variety. At your feet, there are multiple lewd polaroid images of you and the sexy summer mare. A chestnut hand soon reaches down next to you, picking up a few photographs from the concrete. You raise your gaze just in time to see the deflating horsecock slip behind the hem of the yellow sundress. “Oh, these turned out perfect! I’ll make sure to treasure these. Hopefully, you’ll do the same.” The hooves turn on the concrete and start walking away from you. You want to say something, but are too flustered to get a word out of your mouth. “Thanks for the relief! I really needed it. Who knows? Perhaps we’ll bump into each other again. It is a pretty small island, after all.” You remain unable to stand up as the mare confidently struts their way back onto the narrow forest path and soon disappears from your sight. You immediately start to wonder whether everything you experienced was real or not, despite the ample photographic evidence at your knees suggesting that it was, much like the warm load of equine cum gurgling in your gut. All of it feels surreal. After a while, you notice a key on the concrete. A key with a feather-shaped number tag hanging from it. You pick up the key and recognize the feather tag. It is the logo of one of the beachside inns. Furthermore, it is the logo of the inn right next to where you are staying. It has to be their key, right? Did they drop it on purpose before leaving, or did it just fall out of their dress while you two were busy creating a priceless vacation memory? It is impossible to know. Clutching the key in your hand, you slowly get onto your feet and recover your shorts from where they had dropped. You carefully pick up all the polaroids from the concrete, gathering all of the non-liquid evidence of your vacation rendezvous from the overlook. The sun is starting to set. It will still be an hour or two before it gets swallowed up by the horizon, but the hue of the light has taken a noticeable shift towards red from its previous, golden tone. You glance at the distant beach scenery. Some of the mare’s ejaculate glimmers on the railing. You grasp the innocent inn-key in your hand and leave the overlook behind. Your heart beats with excitement.