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Cops and Rubbers

Rain was an odd, splendorous thing. Its irony lay in contradictions of sorts. While being a symbol of depression and sadness--elements which boded lack of energy or will, it also seemed full of an energy and life which it held in abundance like fecundant strawberry fields.

Thomas supposed this was an odd thing to contemplate, though at the pressing time it did keep his mind fresh and occupied well away from the mire of thought which was his soon to be extramarital wife.

Too late. . .

Now he was already thinking about her and he gives an exasperated sigh, refusing to let the bitch and her treachery make him cry. He shook his head and moved one hand off the wheel to change the station, listening to "Sweet Dreams" by The Eurithmics.

They had been married three or so years, and he was naive enough to think that she loved him as much as his money. Girls are typically like that; unofficial high-maintenance prostitutes that you spoil and delight for a little tail every now and again.

Sure, he thought he had a connection with her. . .

. . .but that was before he found her with a pussy stuffed full of some aerobic instructor or something. Even Thomas was surprised that his former spouse went for the flexible dancer type, although, if he were gay, he'd probably do the same.

Of course, that didn't make the act hurt any less. Not only had she replaced him with someone younger and more lithe, the whole ordeal practically destroyed him when she said that it was all over and she was taking the kids.

Well, kids as in their dogs which they had raised together in an assumed loving relationship. Helen was taking all the pets, she was taking the house, she was garnishing half his pay for the next three years in alimony. . .

Hell, it would be more astute to say that she was taking everything because that's what it felt like. A closet full of furs and gold jewelry on every inch of her skin and two personal cars for her to drive just weren't enough: she had to have the right man, too.

Thomas supposed that she had been scheming this perfect life for herself the entire time when she chose to marry him, and her love over three anniversaries was superficial and faked like the way she humoured his shy sexual relations with those condescending moans that he knew weren't real but was too embarrassed to say.

Even. . .

Even her foxy cunning vixen eyes disgusted him; so charmed and beautiful but always seemingly disguised with some sharp conniving wit.

"How could I love you?!" He bangs his hands on the steering wheel in defeat, turning up Papa Roach's "She Loves Me Not" on the stereo until the vibration was loud enough to power his car by itself.

In his anger, in his fervent animalistic hatred, his foot had been sinking into the gas as though it were lead onto quicksand, the engine fuming like a furious dragon of steel.

Hours are empty. Hearts are empty. Lives are empty.

Such odd thoughts went through his normally cheerful mind like flies to an infected wound. Yes, she had wounded him with Artemis's arrow; a poisoned object of feminine poison.

Streetlights and neon signs zipped by his eyes like ghostfire in the night, spinning like fireflies against the backdrop of absolute night and impermanent floating stars.

A beautiful night out: he should have been enjoying this as he typically did when out at night to drink with friends.

No. . .

Behind, a horn honked along with a most detestable string of expletives from a driver who did not fancy his driving skills. Thomas mindlessly returned the foul remarks with a gesture of one hand, casually speeding along in the mire of his personal misery.

His emotions had been such a turmoil that he was lost in them like an angry sea. He just couldn't concentrate on anything like consequences after what she did. The only thing that. . . .

Thomas shook his head out of the odd daze as he heard the odd screaming of a woman and the flashing of red and blue like a million flashing neon lights.

As he came to himself, he finally realized that the noise had come from a police car and they had been chasing him for at least a few minutes before he finally noticed them.

When a mile had come and gone, he finally stopped and pulled his car to a shoulder lane as the police car came to a halt one and half car lengths behind with an abrupt screech of rubber and the chassis bouncing like a steel ball.

He found himself grinding his teeth nervously. Perhaps he didn't care about his life ten minutes ago, but now he certainly didn't want to spend a few days in jail!

Nervously, his eyes gravitated toward his rear-view mirror as though a sudden horror was dawning in them. When his gaze finally rested on the reflection, the bobbing image behind finally stopped all thought in his head as he looked at the elegant bouncing curves of a female horse in a uniform that looked ready to pop.

She seemed seductive and her gait long and bubbly, if that were a way to describe the way someone could walk in a pair of forbidding hoof-boots.

He barely managed to make the effort to lower his window before she came up beside the vehicle with a flashlight in hand, which she beamed briefly in his face and then his chest and legs. She was probably looking as much as she could for drugs and guns without the use of a warrant or valid permission.

Thomas could only stare straight ahead with nervousness, keeping his hands firmly on the wheel. "Strange night we're having, huh Sir?" She casually offers, finally putting the flashlight back onto her belt while resting a casual hand on those wide draft horse hips.

"Yes Ma-I mean officer. My head was just unclear for a moment. I'm fine to drive now." He remarks, shaking a little from his nervous lustful feelings.

She strokes her whiskered chin and holds out her hand. "License and Registration, then."

A slow glide of his arm, and he's flipping open his glove for the paperwork before taking his license out of his wallet. People have told him not to give his wallet to police due to charges of bribery, and he followed that advice to a 'T'.

The officer looks it over with discerning careful eyes before handing them back. "Have you been drinking?" She offers.

He sighed and dropped his head on the wheel, losing his composure in front of her while enjoying a sneaky view of those giant breasts all snug in her uniform like giant bobbing water balloons. "Depressed."

She pulls out her pad and pokes her chin with a pen. "Suicidal?"

Thomas shivered and remembered the serious blow that his treacherous divorce had done upon him. "Sometimes, but not tonight."

The mare writes in her notepad for a while and rips out a ticket which she hands over to him. "I caught you for twenty over in a forty-five zone, but I'm going to knock off ten."

He put it in the glove compartment and nodded in agreement. "Alright, thanks. I haven't been thinking right."

She tapped the hood of his car and started to walk away, giving him a nice view of her muscular bulging ass in the mirror. "If it gets even more serious, get some help."

And then she was gone; the only woman who seemed to have mercy for him was a police officer who had pulled him over on her good day.

He cried over the steering wheel as he saw her lights fade into the night. His tears like the eternal energy of the rain; those drops who hold so much promise for the land, and so little for the downtrodden heart.

Time is a land buried in the soul. It sinks like sand and effortlessly glides into aeons like a sidewinder snake down dunes. Indeed, time was a strange beast as it had no natural enemies or predators to speak of. Nothing could oppose it and everything fell into its grasp.

Thomas briefly wondered if time healed all wounds, or made them fester until amputation or other drastic actions were needed. After thinking on it, he saw how housewives and disgruntled employees went crazy even after their moments of long abuse had passed them by.

Another sip of his forty of sake, and he was shaking his head with the bitter explosion in his mouth. Such a drink seemed made to allow people to forget.

Months had gone by since she had divorced him, and now he lived one moment at a time--work or drinking. It was an inevitable pattern to fall into after all that the foxy red-furred bitch had done to him.

He had found himself able to ignore everything that was going on around him until an oddly familiar voice came into his ears which made him listen. As he turned around, some big bull jock was reaching for a mare woman's shoulder. "Hey, how about some fun? Mares are only good for fucking, anyways."

She snorted and wrested her arm away from his grip, staring him down. The bull and a nearby tiger friend couldn't take the hint and thought they'd try to double-team and probably abduct her right there.

Again, she steeled them in her eyes like a trap as her firm muscular draft body stood rigid like stone. When in range, she gave the tiger a roundhouse kick with a steel-hoof boot and made him crash into a table behind with a shattering of bottles and glass as the bovine growled and held out his arms as if to crush her. Like lightning, her knee found his jewels as she barely rolled out of his way like some fancy bullfighter while he charges blindly past and traps his longhorns into the wood-panelled wall.

She snorted and gave him another blow to his nuts with one of her hooves before pulling his pants down and effectively making him into a helpless cow for every gay male to use. "Well now mares are good for two things: fucking, and getting asshole males fucked!" She snarls with a light tired bluster of triumph before sitting down at the bar four stools away from himself.

It was then that Thomas noticed she was the cop who had pulled him over those many months ago on the same night he found his wife cheating!

Her ears flicked about casually as she asked for a bottle of Bourbon and a shot glass. Dew began to form on the half full bottle of liquor due to it coming from a glass-door fridge behind the bartender. She poured herself several servings and knocked them back easy with an odd drunken blush on those warm fuzzy chestnut brown cheekbones.

While she wasn't paying attention to him, he gave her firm body a great deal more scrutiny with his eyes, enjoying the look of those drafty horsie curves and that side-view of a powerful rump that seemed to stick out like a solid iron cannonball in round hardness.

Interestingly, she seemed oblivious to his presence while she knocked back shots with harsh bucks of her head as though she were being punched frequently in the face by a boxer.

She downed ten shots of Bourbon before asking for her check and leaving.

Despite being intrigued by her commanding feminine presence, Thomas shrugged off his odd feelings and continued to go down on his pint of sake; the fine white rice mistress who took all his troubles away like that winding snake of cocaine all musicians were familiar in courting.

Only after he rose to leave did he realize that she had a subtle appreciation for him; receiving no check except a casual note instead which was a parking ticket with her name and number written largely across it.

He stared at it briefly and smiled in a moronic manner as though he had taken a dump in his pants before he stuck it into his wallet.

"Rose." He uttered, before stepping out of the bar into a twilight downpour of loud rain which drenched him in seconds.

He obsessed over her graceful form every night he was alone, yet he felt an odd ragged nervousness of making any motion towards her. She seemed so large--so powerful; what could she want from a human which another equine could fail to provide.

It was not for some weeks later before she got impatient and made the first move, which shocked him utterly as she had decided to do a re-enactment of their first meeting.

Rose seemed to pull him over as casually before, thought this time, he didn't know what exactly had prompted her sudden visitation. He stopped faster this time around, being fully aware of his surroundings as opposed to the night when he was too depressed to care about anything.

She surprised him.

Instead of the routine of getting his license and registration, she ordered him out of the car and declared that she'd frisk him. "Wait. What did I do wrong?" Thomas protests as he looks into her vague sunglass-shielded eyes.

Her face stays casual as he gets out of the car, where she forces him against the hood to be frisked, which surprised him. "You didn't call back. I think that's a pretty serious offense." Rose grinned as she made him spread his legs abnormally wider than a standard body inspection demanded while she hunched herself over his small body.

Powerful muscles flexed over his helpless frame as he felt hot breath on his face and neck. She ran those large fuzzy hands down his shoulders, and up around his chest. Only when she rubbed and squeezed his nipples through his shirt did he finally understand that this was just a little sexual roleplay adventure for her.

Thomas found himself blushing and gaining an erection under her deliberate and unprofessional stimulation, whimpering quietly and biting his bottom lip to keep himself from jizzing his pants right there.

"Do you have any concealed weapons I should know about, Sir?" She purred sweetly in his ear, her hands going lower and feeling the front of his groin where his hard organ was ready to blow.

Her warm firm practiced fingers traced themselves all over his dick and balls while she giggled in a naughty way. "Oh, I see you have a gun hidden in your pants Sir. Is it loaded?" She asks as she strokes along his seven inches, making his male flesh tingle for release.

"Oh, oh, yes officer. A little more of that, and I'm going to go off on you." He whispered in a shy pleading voice, fucking and thrusting his horny crotch into her expert sexy fingers as she did nothing but tease his desperate cock!

She smiled and took one hand behind his back and snapped a handcuff on before doing the other, surprising him. He looked back long enough to see that it was a pair of those cute fuzzy pink handcuffs that one might use in the bedroom for kinky bondage play during sex. "Well, we can't have that--not out here. You're under arrest until we can discharge that gun of yours in a safe place. A place where I can enjoy it all to myself."

Thomas shivered as he felt her warm giant breasts rubbing up against his back and shoulders, squishing into his skin despite their clothing. Her teats were hard and jabbing into him like warm daggers.

With his hands behind his back, he could feel her warm tummy against his fingers and palms. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt her smooth hot skin under her flimsy uniform dress shirt.

Before he could say anything, she had his car locked up and secure before she started dragging him back towards the rear seat of her cruiser, going on the side opposite the road.

Rose waited until there was no traffic before she unzipped the fly of her pants and reached a hand inside, before taking it out and plastering Thomas's nose with a couple fingers covered in her mare juices.

He grew hard immediately as her heady scent of equine heat filled his lungs with her sweet fragrant horsie smell. While not a stallion, it was still a powerful sexual odor which made his cock ache for release as she stuffed him in the back and shut the door.

Thomas whined helplessly in protest and horny as hell. Not only was he her prisoner, he was restrained in such a way that he couldn't masturbate to the delicious mare perfume smeared hotly all over his face!

Rose got into her seat and slapped the mesh cage seperating them with her baton and a playful giggle. "Quiet, you. Prisoners don't get to cum until I say they do!" She ordered, snickering with amusement as she drove them in the opposite direction back towards her house.

After an hour of driving, he was surprised to see that they didn't stop at her house, but she was going through a drive-thru instead! "What are we-"

She cut him off immediately. "I need some coffee for tonight. It's going to be a long time before I get any sleep." When she came up to the window, she asked for two liters of coffee with enough cream and sugar to make it taste reasonably sweet. "I have a feeling we're going to be sharing that." The golden-furred creature mused.

He could only look at the giant pail of coffee and shrug with disbelief as she set it on the passenger seat and continued her drive back to her place.

Some time during the ride he had obviously fallen asleep, for he felt her carrying him as casually as she would a small sick animal or baby in her arms up a winding set of steps before laying him on his side in a large bed.

Thomas yawned and found himself drifting off to sleep again, but he was most inarguably surprised when next he awoke. When he next opened his eyes, she was straddled over his small hips in a blue silk thong and open-breast corset. He smelled her heat in the air as her giant pussy dribbled fragrant mare juices into her panties and down her thighs like erotic honey.

The lovely perfume of her filled his head and made his cock harden faster than light itself as he closed his eyes to savor her delicious nectar in his nose like a sexy intoxicating ambrosia of mare wine.

He found his eyes glaze over with fond lust as she began to sensually slide a finger at a time over his thick manhood to tease him to the edge like a graceful drafthorse temptress.

He tried to reach his hands down to jerk himself off, but met with resistance and the rattle of chains. Looking about, Thomas saw that she had enslaved his libido with a set of four fuzzy bondage cuffs upon all his limbs to keep him a trapped prisoner of her seductive tickles.

Rose giggled in a cute way as she ran a large hand into her size 24 panties and brought it back out all covered in her wine, which she then held before his lips so that he may enjoy a luscious taste of her fruitful equine flavor. To his lips, the sticky marecum was a rapt joy of intimate desire for a species of female he had never truly pursued before.

As he tasted her, he found her to be more like candy or juice than his former wife, whom tasted of saltwater and shrimp. Mares though, they seemed to emanate a more heady sugar of the thighs. One which was pleasing to all who found themselves cradled on a soft mound and licking between velvet lips for a taste of heaven wrapped in an elegant package which rang of beauty.

Her bronzed body glimmered in the low lights of the room like a statue of an old Greek goddess as desperation burst within him like fireworks as he struggled vainly to try to resist her restraints and hold such a magnificent golden temple as her hips. . .her butt. . .her breasts. . .

All while she gave a dainty melodious giggle at his frustrations and blew a kiss from those wide pretty black lips. He was so horny and helpless, Thomas thought he would have a heart-attack from all this sexy stuff going on in front like some kinky live show.

Rose batted cute eyelashes and puffed a long snort from her nares as she reached a thick hand down and stroked his stomach with velvet-furred fingers, completely ignoring a hard little cock that was upright like the Eiffel Tower.

A queasy dilerious panic set into him as Thomas struggled to snap the handcuffs off his arms to grab the delicate monstrous beauty or stroke himself off at her desireable passionate display. His cock throbbed and spasmed between his thighs proudly as it drooled clear juice all over his balls like a leak.

As he looked at her abrupt naked form and those watery fat-filled curves in her tasty body, Thomas realized that he didn't truly know the big mare. It was so strange as he thought he would be dating a female for a number of weeks before they got into any passion--

This impulsiveness on the part of the mare surprised him, and he wasn't in regret of foregoing the normal courtship by cutting out the middle man of relationships.

Rose closed her eyes in a sensual way while licking her lips and fondling those giant melon titties in her hands like huge water balloons. He watched her delicious show and ached for release even as waves and waves of her smell of equine estrous floats through his nose and strikes him with an insatiable horse lust for that juice-spewing slit.

She was a ravishing coy beauty as Rose blinked those pretty eyes and held a hand to her mouth in a sweet giggle. "Hey, wanna take a look at the competition?" The mare stood on the bed, towering over him like a giant statue as she made it creak under her weight.

Thomas looked on in stunned silence as she unhooked the sides of her thong and rolled it down those chubby wonderful horsie hips.

The mare did it ever slowly in a sort of show which cruelly deceived his eyes in her glamour as he saw the illustrious fabric crawl down her furry skin like blue dough, revealing a darker part of her anatomy.

He almost had a heart attack as he watched a white clitoris pop in and out of a black pulpit, her lips coming together in an upside-down pear, encircling her perineum with black-skinned pussy and connecting to make her anus and pussy look like an exclamation point as her thong dropped down her knees and flopped obscenely right over his cock like a tent while she snickered and held a hand on one hip.

"Mmm. I guess you haven't seen an anatomically correct mare before." Rose declared, licking those lips as she reached between her legs and stroked on those sensitive lips for awhile while winking that clitoris at him like a little pale dancer.

Looking up between her legs, he could only stare at that cute black donut of an anus as it puckered and winked with each subtle movement of her body while she casually tried to retain her balance. Then he was distracted as she gave a loud grunt deep from her nostrils and throat before reaching her arms down to her outspread slit and crouched over him; the thick pink form of some rubbery toy slowly drooling from her mare blossom like a flower's pollen-spreading pistil.

The great object fluctuated and fell soundly from her like she were laying a tower-shaped egg all covered in gooey layers of her warm dripping nectar. When she brought the tip from her quivering hot sex, he saw that it was a dildo of a stallion's penis the size of a bodybuilder's arm and fist.

Rose embraced the still slippery and dripping toy to her bosom like an old friend, licking and sucking on the tip as though she still wanted to make beautiful equine love with her artificial partner. Finally, she crouched low and positioned the toy under his head like a pillow as he looked up and nearly blew his load.

With her legs wide and stretching out her equine lips, he could see the ivory shimmering clitoris as well as the bright red passages of her wiggling gelatinous pussy folds; labia and outspread vagina dancing before his eyes like skin inflamed of desire.

Such a dirty angel, and he was unable to feel anything but desperation as she loomed over him and made such light fun of his admiration. His hips jumped as he lifted his crotch up to meet her, but fell a few feet short of his divine sleek target while he grunted with resigned failure.

In response to his failure, she merely batted her eyes and jiggled her bosom for him in such a endearing way, he could swear off all other women forever. Soon, she became his entire world as Thomas sought nothing but her favor and a faint hope that she would respond to him more openly than sharing the flavor of her intimate fluids.

He found himself closing his eyes for only a second, but it was a second which passed through her soul for eternity as Thomas found a sudden urge to be one with the dominant and serene beauty before him.

It was an odd sort of revelation, as he had never loved anyone nor anything in such a way before. Bidden by lust, and unsated by sensual need, he found her lovely form a beacon to his thrashing begging instincts.

Sex, sex, sex--and perhaps--room for much more in a heart and soul so small yet clearly dependant on her mercy and the favor of her undulating worship. Before his honest eyes, that pristine body curves and rolls in subtle motion as the sea itself; an unquenchable pacification of female splendor.

His cock and heart seemed to pulsate in time together with throbs of delirious ecstasy. "Rose! I must have you!" Thomas pleads, a hunger in his loins to penetrate such a divine mare's floral folds.

How he knew of her! Perhaps not in this world, but truly of her spirit and energy. Rapt was her candid nature, and valorous was her inept attempts to seduce. While being utterly defenseless to her quivering hot body, was he truly free to appreciate her more than a simple object to possess and dispose as many insincere men are wan to do?

For in this transmission of smells, her being was infused into his own like a mix of potent chemical bliss. Such was an inebriated state of mare love as he found himself awash in the waves of her tender eyes.

Her throbbing shimmering pussy looked as pretty polished obsidian by the low light of her private chamber. Thomas was much taken aback by how flawlessly beautiful this part of her anatomy was as she grunted softly and caused the muscles in her female passage to ripple with contractions of her pelvic muscles.

Like a blast of Spring, her heat washed over him in a breeze of fragrant mareness from those supple throbbing female lips. Thomas' mouth watered as he closed his eyes and imagined her descending wellspring sex over his mouth like a dribbling cave mouth; fresh sweet water to savor like an ungodly mundane thirst to be quenched by her shimmering gold thighs and polished marble mare lips of beauty.

The big sexy girl snickered as she pulled a small key out from between the cleavage of her giant breasts, tossing and catching it in her hand repeatedly. "I wonder if I should let you out for good behaviour, love prisoner." Rose purred, licking those black lips as she winked her open vulva towards him like a butterfly.

"Yes officer; I've been bad!" He whined out desperately, his cock hard as iron and throbbing for unspent release while he drooled his male fluids all over his balls and the sheets.

She giggles and smiled, the key and her hand drifting lower and lower until he watches with wide shocked eyes as she stuffs it up her cavernous wide-opened pussy with one deft push of her thick cock-sized finger. "Then I guess you'll have to work for your freedom and get it out, won't you?" The sultry seductress purrs out, wagging her hips around as he watches her sticky dripping lower lips bend and reform sexily to her odd aerobics.

He smiled wryly and nodded, drooling from the corners of his mouth like a brainless slave as her netherfolds drift closer and closer to his face like a midnight spaceship. "Now take it out with your tongue, and I might go easy on you." Rose orders, giggling as she engulfs his head in her lions, careful not to crush him with her weight as her widened gorge of mareness swallows his face in a hot wet silky mask of pussy.

Thomas found himself incapable of resisting as his tongue stabbed out into her infinite deep sweetness and darted haphazardly about in search of that key which had been put in her nectar-coated orifice. He gave up for a moment, tired, as he felt it impossible to find such an elusive bit with only the use of his tongue. Thomas supposed she would teach him how to better pleasure her mammoth slit as they mated overtime.

In fact, it was so loose and big, he could probably fit his whole head inside without a problem--though he knew the key wasn't that far up. Finally, he gave up on that when another idea caught him: rather than try to find the key, he could make her cum and launch the key out with her maregasm!

Thomas remembered some odd facts zoosexuals told him about feral mares over the years. One of them was that a mare's contractions in orgasm were so powerful, they could push every foreign object out like a toothpaste tube.

As he breathed deeply in, pleasuring her gaping marehole, the musky sweet smell of her sweaty ass came into his nose, making him almost cum right there from her intoxicating giant rear's stink.

She smelled of sweet hay and moldy grass as he licked and rubbed his face in her gaping widened tunnel of horse, his rapier cold to the night air as it breezed gently through an open window overlooking a blue mailbox at the curb. Sounds were distorted in her warm oven-like mare abyss, but he could faintly hear a car parking in the grass and the front door of the house opening and shutting.

A loud series of hoofbeats clattered on the wooden floor up to the bedroom as Rose suddenly jumped off of his face and into the surprised arms of a brown-furred beauty in a paramedic uniform. "Saffy!" The pretty Rose warden whinnies out, joyful and boisterous in the other mare's arms like soulmates. "How was work, silly filly?" She purrs sweetly into the Clydesdales' ears, nibbling on them sensually as she nickers and blushes while rubbing her breasts on her draft lover's.

The brown and black giant wags her ears about as she nickers softly and crowds her body into Rose's, feeling latex-gloved hands on the other mare and wandering those fingers slowly down a golden back before gripping a giant warm muscular asscheek in each palm, squeezing lightly. "Same thing as always. . ."

Sapphire rubbed her fuzzy warm face into Rose's toasty tan breasts with a flurry of provocative licks around the fuzzy skin and teats, making the cop mare blush hotly and raise her tail as she gives a nasal grunt in reply. After a long couple of moments of sharing each other's passionate body heat, the bay draft looked over at Thomas curiously while the human stared back shyly and tried to hide by twisting on his side despite the handcuffs. "And I see you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to make things more interesting around here. Didn't realize you'd do it by finding a new pet." Sapphire gave a thoughtful expression as she stared at the human and made him nervous.

He was afraid that she might shoot him or cut his nuts off for sleeping with her mate like jealous spouses tend to do when they find out that cheating took place. Thomas whimpered nervously as that big gal snorted and put hands on those wide hips. "It was Rose's idea!" He spat out immediately, trying to avoid that continuous curious stare before the Clyde giggled. "Well, I'd HOPE so! Me and my girl thought about getting a pet to liven things up. Of course, I'm not so keen on the 'male' idea."

They snickered rudely together at that comment, holding their muzzles shyly as if they were a pair of giant naughty schoolgirls. Rose casually pointed at his cock and stared into the face of her lover. "Relax sweetyhooves, not like he can actually compete with a bouncy beauty like yourself. I just wanted to have some fun and cheer the poor guy up." Sapphire casually stroked her chin as she looked between him and the 'big Belgian booby bouncer' a few times. "Well, I guess I don't mind sharing. I mean, I'm fiercely gay but I don't mind giving an extreme fetish a try." She giggles, making sex with a male sound as taboo as fucking an animal. In her mind, it probably was.

Rose cast him mystic beautiful eyes under long silver hairs of forelock, looking over his small body and licking her lips. "With his size, we can easily snuggle with him between in bed. Won't that be fun?" The Belgian purrs reassuringly, rubbing a giant hand on the outside of his thighs to get him hot. "We could share him and he could play with us sexy mares, and there would always be something kinky to do. Right now, we're playing 'cops and robbers'."

The other mare smiled with interest as she unbuttoned her blouse to show off a brassiere transparent like a long sheet of polished ice which barely covered a pair of breasts that were brown like milk chocolate and probably WOULD melt in someones hand. "Looks more like you're trying to train him to eat pussy like a good pet." Saffy declared, pointing at Rose's wet dripping black rose petals all gooey with her essence and the human's drool. Then Rose gave a surprised giggle as the key slipped out of her loose mare lips like a metal fart. "Ooops--I'm so embarrassed!"

He breathed deeply of that intense atmosphere even as that second big girl was wiggling out of her clothes. One mare in season was cause for a riot of males like a neighborhood of stray dogs courting on a bitch through her owners' fence.

With two freaky beauties like this, both in estrous at the same time, it was a recipe for chaos that could put the very world at a halt.

His senses were going crazy and his dick was jumping around excitedly like a wild animal in a cage as his arms and legs flailed in vain against the four pairs of pink fuzzy handcuffs. These ladies were too cruel to simply leave him like this without any sign of relief, surely?

These barnyard beauties could do anything they wanted or fuck him into the edge of forever with their natural Viagra pheromones flooding his head and lungs in powerful sex chemicals which rivalled the effect of chocolate in women.

Pretty asses of this size and shape were absolutely gorgeous. The amazing nature lays in that they were comparable to a supermodel's toned bubbly ass, only in a much larger dimension. Even now, his hungry eyes impatiently bounced between that crack of cleavage between Rose's breasts or a side view of her domed jutting horsebutt with that cute braided little tail trapped between her cheeks like a log rolled in a shallow trench.

After admiring their large posterriors for at least five minutes, he wanted to do more than eat pussy. Thomas also wanted to suck on some black cherries and mare melons too. Even the idea of having his face sat on by a warm pillowy ass while rimming out a sexy horse butthole was a promising prospect of promiscuity for his overactive desires.

Sapphire turned away from him, giving him a great view of her badonkeyness. His eyes widened as he saw an odd tattoo encircling her tailbase. In wide letters, it said "Free Pony Rides"; an amusing bit of humor from a big sexy creature like her whom probably could give all kinds of rides on her back or right behind it.

Rose seemed smitten by the same joking bug, her pretty bronze ass marked with "Make All Deliveries In Rear", which gave him a mindless giggling fit for a moment. Given their odd sense of humor, he wondered what kind of tattoo he'd get himself. That is, if they wanted him included in their theme.

Saffy had the navy blue pants off her luscious thighs like she was trying to get a tight sleeping bag off her sides. For just a moment as he saw the peek of her enormous mare pussy cameltoe in the fabric of a sheer pair of white pantie, the striking lady mare looked like a mermaid.

As the pants fell off, he was drooling to the sight of a full panty brief halfway scalloped in her asscheeks in an upside-down triangle that only hid the upper half of her buttocks in one nifty rift as the rest of her rotund plumpness oozed out of the fabric in two diagonal-cut half moons. The overall effect was like she was wearing a thick thong that wedged itself only partway in her cheeks.

The Belgian girl gave her mate's firm giant ass a good shaking with her paws as she giggled to his reaction to the absurdly sexy display of lush jungle mare tush.

Inappropriate thoughts swam in his head. Nasty little things he would be too ashamed to tell anyone else. Besides the desire of smothering his face in those toasty round buns, he also wanted to cover them in whipped cream or pudding and lick it all off like the horsebutt loving perv he was.

Rose sniggered in a foul way as she reached down to her crotch between her legs and lightly rolled a few fingers in the cleft of her slit to feel her clitty. It was beautiful, as she had such a sensual way of playing with herself that it looked like she was making love WITH herself.

Watching her, it was more than graceful and beyond a display of masturbation. The very concept of of how she rubbed her labia seemed like art as he simply stared, fully transfixed like he was watching a ballet.

In that moment, in that eternity of wordless elegance, he finally realized the truth behind lesbian relations. "I . . .I want to make love with both of you." He stammered nervously, looking at their glorious Amazon warrioress bodies.

They stopped everything they were doing and looked at him in silence. Thomas was uncomfortable and thought he had said something wrong or that he was being rude to them in some way.

In fact, he had spoken something marvelous. It was a truth only sensual lovers in enchanting embrace knew and shared. With a casual lapse into introspection, he had uttered a secret of feminine beauty unknown outside of those hearts who were wrought in strong feelings like a gilded fence of protection.

To love with someone was as foreign an idea to most men as the Eastern understanding of plagiarism to Westerners. It was even comparable to the Hawaiians and Americans in their differing concepts of land. Where Hawaiians cared for the land and loved it intimately like a mother who provided and nurtured them, people of other cultures saw it as something to abuse or dispose of after they were done with no regard for the future.

Love the land. Malama 'aina, and love those who share the same tenderness. Thomas could only appreciate their deeper beauties as much as the significant expression of endless feelings they had for each other. Deep in this moment he lived a scathing and dismal jealousy for that kind of love and trust. Where he once deemed lust, his heart stilled and he only saw their wavy large forms as art.

He stared up at them and they were thus; magnificent statues crafted by some ancient admirer. Their fur glistened like gold and polished brown marble or quartz, and those hindquarters were breathtaking to the beholder as if no earthly sculptor could have carved them. In one instant he appraised them as otherworldly spectacles and focused on the sheen enveloping the skin like shiny painted short needles or close-cut fields of wheat.

For this moment transcended sex. Thomas had truly overcome his simple urges as a man and saw the mares as they truly were: earthbound goddesses of purest nonsexual love.

True, they had lust, but it was merely a fraction of who they were and represented in comparison to the whole panorama of their glory. Silky warm bodies encompassed his eyes like delicate lines on a velvet canvas.

"That's an odd thing for you to say." Sapphire finally remarked, breaking the awkward silence between them. At first he felt ashamed, but why would he need to, after feeling all these wondrous soulful things like an inspired poet of the flesh.

Thomas quickly came to realize they didn't mean any ill for his comment. Indeed, it seemed his words awoke an appreciation of their own for his clear wisdom of the whole unspoken relationship they upheld like an oath of transcending divinity.

It went unbidden from their eyes into his own as they gave expressions of slackened curiosity. This would be the moment when he embraced their soft power of femininity and finally caught the quarry of his elusive lust.

Sapphire saw the sanctified thoughts swimming in his eyes like swans as she crouched to the floor to retrieve the handcuff key, undoing his bonds on his legs before moving to the arms.

He felt his cock still hard like a salt lick, but it was in a separate world from his new examination of life. While he sought lust, a passion of fiery love and dependence of equal trust ran deeper beyond simple desire, his life was now forfeit to the ladies who locked his heart to theirs, free to do as they desired.

It was a calm stroke of a mystics' paintbrush which brought their life portraits into a duality. Thus, even as Sapphire opened her baby blue colored lips, Thomas already had some hint as to what she might say. "So then, please make love with us." And immediately made his heart explode into a million jubilant burning fragments like the bright fading embers of a firework in a pale blue twilight sky after sunset.

When she said that, it was like he had seen a new road in a forest which he had been previously blind to. Her words were a sweet serenade of wishful unified pools.

Once freed of his bonds like a long-suffering Prometheus, he did not suddenly engage them in his usual prideful licentiousness but instead moved to the edge of the mattress furthest away from them and quietly waited in a shyness they clearly enjoyed as adorable. "Teach me." He whispered, aware of their charmed personalities and the style they had for making love upon each other.

Rose was a few inches shorter than the other, but they were clearly matched up well in every other aspect of anatomy. Even the buttocks were the same consistency and size like they had been cloned in different colors.

Joined, they were magnificent. As if two oceans coming together with caresses that mingled on each other like gentle tides. To witness two mares in lovemaking was as stunning and definitive as watching the waves come onto the beach at sunset.

Rather than unhook her bra, it was removed in a way Thomas had not heard of. Rose slid her fingers under the sides at Sapphire's underarms and lifted over her head like it was a shirt or dress.

The round succulent mounds of horse breast sloshed from their cups like wild water in a pacified sea. Their flesh was shared in a bond so intrinsic to fluid itself. The careless sloshing of their eddying breasts was itself an inspiration of nature as he watched the bouncing mammaries ripple in response to every touch, grope, and lick upon them.

True beach bodies such as these were the most simplistic examples of the awing wonders in the world.

Rose had soundly taken up the left breast and raised its fatness to her lips in order to savor it like some exotic fruit. She licked around the most prominent round feature or nibbled lightly on the dark chocolate areole to nickering utterances of pleasure from the bay lovely.

As he watched, he knew this was something sacred. It was an act held in privacy so that no one could pervert or cheapen it.

Sapphire exchanged a kiss, nibbling lightly on the Belgian's lower lip before she ceased it and kept their nostrils so close they touched, sharing the very breath of their lungs with the contact of hot fevered equine-smelling skin.

Thomas lived in their world and needed to jot down no notes for the precious lessons they had to pass to him. He found himself going from his depression of post-divorce pain and into a realm of newly-awakened vows of the soul.

As they ran fingers through full flowing rivers of mane, their bodies sung in harmony together as a pair of crystal bells. Mares were such symphony, such a duet of bliss. They breathed with one another for eternity, so patient and calm that lovemaking seemed an endless journey like the life cycle of a tree.

He pondered what it would be like to make love to two goddess beaches. The thought of drowning had obviously occurred to him several times as their heat washed over him like warm waters melting into sands.

The mares seemed to course together like mixing waters, hands wandering over shoulders, breasts, and just all over in a slurry of bobbing caresses. They rubbed faces on fuzzy skin and gasps of seaspray on jagged rocks were uttered.

He watched in obedient awe when they bounced upon the bed, Rose above the other mare, the caramel lady pulling the snug frosty panties from Sapphire, thawing her divining monsoon of the Southern hemisphere as the brown horse winked a buoyed iceberg as pink as an unripened cranberry.

He sighed happily when he smelled tropical storms mingle as Rose sunk on her mate and slid along on the pretty mare's berry with her own while both females gave nasal grunts of pleasure when their dripping lips met.

Almost diagonal with a thigh locked between Sapphire's plump thighs, the Belgian mixed her sweet lower body waves with Sapphire. As their sexual fluids came together in an eternal oath of passion, Thomas idly stroked his madly hard cock to their sensual homosexual rubbing.

The human had never seen a female orgasm without a dildo or masturbation, but it was clear this was the goal of the two. They were slow and relaxed; in no hurry to finalize their pleasure as a straight couple or two gay males might drive to effect.

In heat, they were warmed seas coming and rising in one unified instance of dignified and affectionate equine lust. Though large bodies rained with a squall of sweat, they stayed a slow course of sex like a timid stream trickling into frothy rapids.

He looked on, leaning his head to catch a view behind Rose's sunny tanned ass. While staring, Thomas realized that her butt looked like a giant peach; her short braided tail like a stem. For a long moment, he contemplated putting his head to her nectarine depths to suck, nibble, and lick her sweet juices up.

The mares moaned and licked with ravishing tongue strokes all over each other's fuzz-covered skin and boldened bubbly breasts. He stopped breathing as Rose threw her head back and shrieked in a sultry vulgar whinny as she dumped the contents of her milked pussy right on Sapphire's folds and thighs.

Despite making love for eons, the finishing of their performance came much too soon. True he loved them deeper than any man could, but he still had urges that wouldn't yield.

They had been playing with each other's mane and looking into one another's eyes like contemplative stargazers, but Rose suddenly jumped a bit and gave a squeak of surprise when Thomas obeyed his baser instincts and practically stuffed his head up her firm chubby butt, her hot anus clasping over his nose like a small squishy pillow.

He inhaled her and sighed; driven to a natural high by her desirable derriere. Smothered between her cheeks with a heavy tail like a bundle of rope plopped on his head, the human took deep breaths of the mare's fragrance and practically melted in her muscly roundness like a chocolate bar. In fact, he wished he had a chocolate bar to put in here so he could lick the drizzling sweetness from around her cute butthole and sloppy nether lips.

Contentment flooded into his overstimulated body as her stinky horse smells and heat emanating from her skin made him shoot a load on one of the mare's ankles, which amused her as she gave a delicate soft purr and acknowledged his loss of male control.

It was a humid hot atmosphere in a horses' rear, and the closed space made breathing difficult. Despite this awkward discomfort, he felt himself bonded and inseparable from this lecherous pursuit of butt hunting deep in her canal. His only fear was that she might come into a surprise bout of flatulence but things were otherwise perfect to his wanderlust tastes.

Thomas could inhale that mare miasma for eternity as he wondered why a pretty girl like her would bother with panties anyway since her divine bounciness looked so lustrous whether by candle or sun with flickers of smooth round gold like an admirable master work of an aged artisan.

Were he of a talented hand, he'd gladly preserve that posterior for future populations' posterity. How ignoble his slighted and dulled ability for such postulation. Rather, he was merely as glad to lay in that seat like a king's throne upon the heavens of a hallowed goddess.

The sweat nourished him somewhat while he licked tirelessly at the rear folds of her pulpit like a curious puppy. Goddess!--did he bring out her true feminine flavor as a galvanized knight in service to her flickering and winking mound?

In fact, he was too captivated by the coal petals of Rose, that as he vainly tried to tongue wag her snare into a diamond. . . Sapphire had slipped out of the tangle effortlessly like a phantom that he knew not her departure until an action of casual lust happened upon him.

Before any realization of warning occurred to him, the human found himself lifted rudely through the air and landing on his back against a toasty warm belly with his head devoured between two hungry breasts the size of large fruit.

His eyes were wide as brown muscular arms with feathering like stuffed animal hair tickled and brushed his midsection when the fancy mare had grabbed him in a cuddle while grunting almost soundlessly like an affectionate lowing cow. "Now let's snuggle!" She demanded, her large titties trapping his head as he sunk between them like a remote into couch cushions.

This was the best seat in the house. Thomas found himself relinquishing to her mare power as an earthly smell of crushed grass and dirt wafted to his nose from two pairs of dirty hooves that hadn't been brushed off at the door like a normal ungulate custom they would normally do. He supposed both horses were too impatient to deal with that minor encumbrance.

Given that it just added another detail to their wild horseyness, Thomas actually liked being reminded of their natural animal smells. Grass and dirt; they were not feral enough to roll in straw, but the primal stink of sweet sweat entered his nose and left with a pleasant burst of remembrance.

His former beauty had never brought out such sensations by the aroma of a vulpine body; she was too predatory and constrained by the unpleasant aura of carrion that can do to a person's natural bodily perfumes.

With horses, the musk was homey and comforting. Like days spent at a farm or petting zoo in a country fair, he found himself whisked to a more friendly atmosphere of his youth, where horses, goats, sheep, and bunnies preened for attention like farmyard pets.

Thomas was too suburban to be with these gentle creatures for longer than a few hours a year, but he had no bad memories because of that. By being with a pony rented for rides or given carrots, he was blessed in a childhood innocence and ignorance to have no indication of how some of these animals die.

He lay on this beautiful chair of a mare, content with the sensation of her warmth radiating up into his body. "He IS quite cute." Sapphire remarked offhandedly while she rubbed along his abs, avoiding his crotch with purely platonic caresses. "I used to have a cat I'd lay on myself like this--of course, I had her de-clawed since she thought my breasts were scratching posts." The Clyde giggled at that, her breasts heaving and wiggling like water balloons.

She raised one hand to scratch his chin, and even if he wasn't a cat, he did find the gentle motion of her sliding fingers wonderful on his skin and stubble. "What made you decide to pick him up, anyway?" Sapphire mused, ignoring his presence like he wasn't there; like how people talk about their pets or young children.

Rose yawned and rolled onto her side and looked casually into his eyes, making him blink to a grin of amusement on her calm friendly lips. "It just felt right. When you see a creature in pain like that, you got to coddle them."

He felt the Clydesdale delicately running a large hand through his hair. "Guess you're right. I kinda felt sorry myself. I mean--that's the traumatic bullshit that makes nice guys swear off women for the rest of their lives."

Thomas blushed when he heard that omission. Indeed, he wasn't thinking much of women lately except why his wife thought him so below her selfish needs. Maybe he would have come to the conclusion all women were no good if he had sulked in his depression long enough--truly a scary idea given that he would never meet anyone as interesting and sexy as these two.

Soon, his cock was firm again as their raunchy female smells revived his breeding mood. It coursed through his body at such a speed which would be considered miraculous. His body almost scared him as their potent pheromones zapped his dick up again like a saluting flagpole.

Only two large seductresses like these mares could make a man horny enough to cum without masturbation or sex, but it seemed even more would be going on now that both the horses had warmed up to him with that dominating tenderness of affectionate mistresses.

Rose excused herself from the room with a need to take care of private business. As he strained his ears to listen outside of Sapphire's calm loud breathing, he had heard the curious sound of what a bathtub faucet might make, though it was muted in a toilet bowl.

The fact that big mares took a piss like that didn't surprise him. They must have to drink several gallons a day to keep their systems clear and flushed. When she didn't immediately return after emptying out, he gave it no thought and closed his eyes to enjoy Sapphire's cushioned warm fuzz supporting his prone form. Before long, the coursing of air and a loud equine heart-beat became a lullaby to lure him into a heavy sleep.

His eyes shot open in a panic as he felt something choking him. The alien sensation of having something around his neck freaked him out. A dress tie was the best way to describe it, but that formal attire was much more loose than this.

Thomas stared nervously into Rose's amused eyes as a click came from a plastic buckle, pinching smartly against the loose skin of his neck until she shook him free. His anxious fingers grasped for the binding on his throat with the realization he'd been collared!

It was an odd phenomenon that happened to other furries and humans, but the custom made him feel uneasy; a collar marked you as property not merely to your owner, but to the whole world. Anyone who saw him wearing this thing would know he had been claimed as a pet.

Perhaps one of the kinkiest rituals, and while he was open to being a pet shared by two lesbian mares, he didn't take into account the influx of emotions and energy he would feel at having to wear this tainting symbol of slavery. Not liking how it felt on his throat, he felt around for the plastic binding to take it off, but his hands were quickly slapped off and followed with a rebuking series of snorts from both females.

They clearly intended for him to wear that thing until deciding otherwise and had no patience for his uppity behavior. "If you touch it again, I'll spank your rump so bad, you won't be sitting for a week." Rose growled, laying her ears flat in fierce menace.

He stopped fussing then, simply gratified they hadn't attached a leash to it as well--that would have made it impossible for him to accept. "Relax. It looks good, sweety. Not like we got you something sissy--even male pets deserve some dignities." Rose giggled, kissing him lightly on the forehead with those wide giant lips, rubbing her inner thighs on his cock in a teasing way while she was straddled over him to fit the collar.

She was at a loss what to do, since he was cooperative and looking at her with curious eyes. Given what had happened, he didn't think there was any more surprises he wasn't ready for. . .

Then he was proven wrong.

Everything he knew was turning upside-down again when they carried on a conversation over their boredom and lack of direction. "Now what." Rose sighed and shrugged, obviously finding the whole situation entertaining but having no ideas where to go from here.

Sapphire was giggling; some private joke playing out in her head. "You know--I used to be a veterinarian's assistant for six or so years before I became a paramedic. I could give our little friend a thorough exam." Then she coughed nervously and grabbed his arms in a firm lock to keep him from running away. "Neutering not included." She declared in jest, wrapping her legs around his as Thomas began to freak out.

Now things were too weird for him. A pet, yes; collar, okay, being looked over like an animal--somehow that last bit seemed to make him want to run away for the hills like a tsunami was coming. He was wiggling against her superior strength as Saffy easily held him down. "You going to be a good patient for me? I can hold you like this all night, you know. Then when I come back from work tomorrow, we can do this all over again. I won't fight you to get a look at your anatomy and vitals. It has to be consenting, but I will make your life in this house hell until you let me check you out."

He didn't like the excessive tactics, but there was nothing he could do. They could do whatever they wanted. The mere fact they wanted his obedience showed that they wanted to train him when he acquiesced and was willing to learn.

It was probably related to that old bit of cowboy wisdom; an unwilling horse was not a good subject to train as a willing partner. Despite that odd realization, he supposed they were right in their philosophy. Breaking in a mount who didn't want to learn always meant problems for everyone.

His body stilled as the skin on the back of his head could feel Sapphire's neck breathing and swallowing. "Don't hurt me." Thomas finally pleaded, a request to their sensibilities as primal dominatrix's. Maybe they WOULD cut his nuts off. It didn't seem like something reserved to extreme feminists or awful sadism porn videos made in Germany and Mexico.

Again, he was struck by Rose's majesty as though she were some buxom queen, but as much as he desired to please them and be their submissive companion, his shyness and pride got in the way of their intentions.

Maybe he could use some control and direction after all that had disrupted his life. Not that he lived for himself much before he met Meg, but after they separated, he certainly had no direction. Without someone special in his life who wasn't a friend, things had lost all meaning and he was listless like a man who lost his religion.

Thinking on it, he looked at those shapely features of the Belgian. Not ten minutes ago, wasn't he worshipping her? And now he changed his mind over a mere distaste for humiliation? To be with both of them, he had to consent to being their property. That couldn't be too bad; he'd seen and done worse in his life.

In fact, a lot of his doctors--mostly gay canids-- seemed to take pleasure in doing things to him even though it was just supposed to be a yearly physical. Thomas certainly allowed THAT discomfort. He wouldn't let a caring master do the same to him? It all seemed odd when he thought it out. The fact she had empathy for him should have been enough. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't put a name or condition to his male preferential hubris even though he wasn't gay.

Unable to answer all those questions, he was mindful of his own odd neurosis and would try to let Sapphire give him a look over, though he couldn't guarantee good behavior once she started messing with his ass.

"We won't hurt you. Not like that." Sapphire whispered in his ear with kindly reassurance. "I want all of us to have a fun time." She offered, again sliding away from him like a ghost. Her body leaving his barely caused any stir as he was left laying on the bed in the wake of her hot body heat from where she was resting.

The idea of moving like that scared him. It also created an odd picture of a ninja nurse horse; three very contradictory things he could barely handle. Then again, he would learn quickly and come to keep pace with their innate kinkiness; his sanity depended on exactly that.

Sapphire gone, Thomas rooted his nose around on the sheets to smell her further, occasionally nibbling one of those stiff long hairs that looked and felt like plastic wires. When he saw bracelets and belts made from coarse horsehair, he couldn't believe they weren't artificial and made in a factory.

Three times thicker than fishing line and more fake-looking than wookie hair, he couldn't believe the massive amount of keratin it took to turn these fibers into the raw materials needed for stiff brushes, ornamental helmets, and violin bows.

He now munched on the loose shedding of body and tail, looking much like a pony nibbling a fouled tangle of straw. Unable to swallow, he found it calming and therapeutic to suckle and taste the careless leavings of one mistress.

It was probably the best thing he could do to reassure his lustful impatience while the Clyde was rooting through dresser drawers and cabinets in another room while Rose served a casual post at guard, arms folded under her titties and propping them up like a corset. He passed her a curious sidelong glance while he continued to bathe in the warmth left behind by Saffy.

Thomas had never played doctor with anyone before. Maybe a lewd fantasy of his lecherous doctors, but he had fantasies that were far tamer. That was probably another reason why he couldn't believe or accept that while medically trained, Sapphire was doing this to him as a fetish; part of the elaborate kink of raising a pet.

The stomping of hooves roused him from a light nap on his side, black and brown hairs still sticking out ouf his mouth like spaghetti. He wasn't fully awake before two strong hands grabbed him; sour alkaline taste of sleep still in his mouth. Thomas squeaked in surprise like an indignant pony, making the two horses giggle at his cuteness.

Sapphire's cold latex-gloved fingers holding him upright and steady on his hams at the edge of the bed were enough to completely shock him awake like a bucket of ice water, his naked body shivering to her firm hold. He looked at her and blushed; she didn't look like any nurse practitioner he'd ever seen.

While wearing that old 50's red cross cap on her head, she did her best to look somewhat presentable but not at all covered. Between a spotless white lab coat, a pair of mare melons spilled out with perkiness; nipples staring at him like eyes. Her crotch was wet with excitement as her thighs and giant black vulva shimmered in a layer of natural estrous fluids.

His mouth watered to taste her nectar even as she bent low and pulled her breasts aside to release a stethoscope which had previously sunk between like titty floss. It looked so snug in there, that he knew his cock would go in and probably never come out again without the jaws of life.

She licked her lips, looking at his snug hairless sack in interest. He found that kind of amusing, actually. Ever since Meg gave him crabs, he NAIR'd the little bastards homeless and loved how his balls and crotch looked ever since. Strangely, without all those pubes, his junk looked bigger. Despite it looking gay, the style was certainly flattering and handsome on him.

"Aww. That looks cute on you." Sapphire observed, reaching out to feel his nuts gently like they were eggs. He managed to stop an involuntary start before it caused his movement to hurt himself while his scrotum was still firmly grasped in the mistress's palm.

His nuts rolled around loosely in her palm and it felt pleasant in a way that was unexpected to him. Given very little choice, he obliged her curiosity as her fingertips felt through his loose bag to see if his two male gems had any defects or concerning details that might require further testing.

For someone who called herself gay, she sure seemed to derive a great deal of amusement out of exploring the male anatomy in a somewhat inappropriate way. "Turn your head and cough."

She smiled as he obeyed, declaring his marbles healthy. Clearly, she was an expert since she knew what she was doing. Sapphire must have enjoyed feeling up those dogs, too. Though satisfied, she continued to fondle them gently and pushed them around in their bag with amused wonder. The mare must like testicles because they were very complex organs.

The way she played with them not only put her sexual interests in doubt, but also exposed her testicle fetish to the light of day. Where men had a fetish for feet or footpaws, Sapphire had an adoration for the family jewels. He could see in her eyes how madly attracted she was to his balls. Of course, how she would reconcile this unusual interest with her sexuality would be a matter left to time. Thomas could only smile and blush as she paid his taut bag homage with her staring eyes and cautious fingers.

He felt her care; she treated his cashews like bubbles every second--using utmost care not to bruise or tweak them in any way. Thomas assumed only a man would be so gentle, but he was misled. She nurtured them in such a way that he wasn't merely grateful, he was astonished.

She stopped a moment, though her long face was still furrowed in concentration. "Yes, I guess I'm done with that." Her hands were reluctantly retreating for that stethoscope around her throat, but he would remember to let her worship his orbs another time.

She then put the metal disc to his chest and listened. Sapphire moved it all around, casually hearing all his vitals as he giggled from the sensation of cold tickling. This was a brief exam and she was also satisfied.

After that tickle attack she moved those massive hands all over his body and stomach to feel and prod for lumps or other things. The mare concluded this part of the exam with an odd raise of an eyebrow. "You have a cyst or something in your armpit. Didn't feel like a pimple or a callus. I see alot of underarm calluses from students and people who wear backpacks."

Alarm started to show in his face but she reassured him with a giant hand over his chest like a warm breastplate. "I'm sure it's nothing--a random bit of fat, a tick bite, but don't worry. Just. . . concentrate on the rest of the physical and relax."

He supposed she was right, given her expertise. Besides, it would ruin the rest of the evening. After she hit his knees with the cheap little hammer, she concluded that the procedure was over. Well, except for one minor detail.

Sapphire wanted to take his temperature, and he acknowledged it would be a good idea without realizing what she meant. Opening his mouth, the pretty nurse laughed. "No silly, not that one."

Thomas frowned, assuming she meant that new thermometer gun clinics used in the ear and got readings in seconds. She took a pen from her coat pocket and unscrewed the top to reveal a glass thermometer four inches long. "Well, I can put that in my mouth!" He protested indignantly, making her laugh even harder.

He looked on in confusion as she straightened herself up. "No dear. This one is for the anus." She chuckled out with amusement at his stark ignorance.

Thomas widened his eyes in disbelief, unable to understand why. "In my ass?! But that's what they do to animals!" He exclaimed with a blush that was quite telling. Sapphire licked her lips and grinned at him. "And? Did you forget what you are? To us?" She remarked mirthfully. He finally saw the logic, but was nervous about her touching his ass like that. Not even his doctors did that since he was still too young for prostate exams. "I--well."

She sniggered with such a rude sound at the expense of his anxiety. "How adorable--you stutter when you're scared shy. We'll have to do that more often."

He would have called an end to this all and walked out of the door if Sapphire didn't sweeten the deal. With unease written on his face like a tattoo, she went to her bag and pulled out a red lollipop that looked like a tiny stop sign in plastic. "If you're good for me, I'll give you this."

Thomas looked at it, incredulous. How old did she think he was? Knowing how patronizing it was, she ripped off the covering and before his staring eyes, the mare sunk the treat in her pussy up to the handle and left it there to get sticky in her own sweet juices.

Oh, she knew him too well! He was desperately horny to suck on that candy from her honey pot. He drooled at the very thought of having a taste of her in his mouth that wasn't hairy.

That was all it took; he got on the bed and turned around in an enema position, shyly looking back to see her dip half the instrument in a little vat of nursery jelly, taking it out in such a way to leave some greasy gobs on the sides and tip.

She proved to be very maternal and kindly, twirling the thermometer like a drill until she got it in his anus. A sudden burst of pleasure zapped through his body and made his cock jump like a fish as his prostate had been jabbed for the first time.

Thomas was stunned that anal sensations were so pleasurable. There was no hint that gay furs felt this when they were--bred. He melted as he felt the glass twig in his ass. It had been in there for a few minutes before Sapphire took it out with a casual confidence. "Ninety-nine point five. You must be very hot indeed." She teased, slapping his ass right before he could turn and sit down.

As he twisted to see her again, he had more reason to melt in pleasure as she quickly stuffed the pussy pop into his mouth. Thomas nearly fainted with lustful ecstasy as her fluids touched his tongue, exploding with lewd feminine flavor. Melts in your mouth, but not your hand! He giggled at such an odd jest.

He suckled thoughtfully on her taste until there was nothing left except the disappointing colored and artificially flavored sugar on a stick. Without horse juice on it, Thomas didn't feel motivated to finish the treat up; spitting it on the floor instead.

Without Sapphire on it, eating it was pointless. Both mares sighed impatiently at his crassness, but hardly wanted to chastise him for wanting more. In fact, Rose wanted to use his enthusiasm to teach him how to eat out a mare like a stallion would.

Well, not having the right mouth for the task could hardly keep him from attempting to service to the best of his ability.

That offer mad him nervous, as he didn't know if he could perform as good or better than how horses did oral. He was enamored with Rose! He badly needed to please her--if only to make himself useful to her passions.

It was a peculiar thing to worry about; being concerned to measure up to a beast with a two foot dick and a tongue as big as a goddamn train! How could he satisfy them if they were used to bigger tools being used on them?!

Maybe he was delving too far into it and getting concerned over nothing. True, he felt wholly inadequate to service two goddesses, but there must be some reason they wanted him around besides pity sex.

Rose gave a curious snort as she climbed on the bed and lay flat on it, relaxed with her legs spread out. Even a few feet away, hot air from her estrous-filled sex slapped him like a blast from a stove or furnace, making him stagger back and fall on the floor with an undignified squeal.

Thomas regained his pride to get back up and look at the wonder between her legs. He savored this delicious image, humping his cock into the mattress like a horny dog.

In between the wagging of her eager clitoris, he thought it was cute how her vulva and anus seemed to connect together like a black exclamation point. Transparent horse honey flavored her stubborn tailstar in a sheen of glaze as her perky black mare lips flapped somewhat like wings.

Some bright red flesh deep inside was exposed to light, making her delicious entrance look like a burned fruit turnover or empanada with cherry filling. He already lusted with impatience to eat her personal delicacy like some rare dessert to be savored.

If that seemed somewhat shallow, at least it made him desire to perform such an act, as many other males treated pussies like they bit men's tongues off. In fact, that would give one an amusing picture if they gave it some consideration.

"It doesn't bite." Rose said reassuringly, patting a spot between her spread thighs to indicate where he should go to see to her female needs.

He blushed, her words mirroring his thoughts in an eerie way that would have been construed as more than coincidence. She couldn't read his mind, it was just a bit scary.

Climbing up, he was between those long thick steamy thighs. His first thought was to slide his cock in there with one slumping drop, but he knew she didn't want that--at least not yet.

He'd eaten her out before Sapphire got here, but it felt like he was using a jackhammer for a safe that needed a lock-pick; the other horse stood at the side of the bed to watch and coach him.

Thomas lowered his head, hands on the silky warm fat of both thighs as he drifted to her love center. "Wait." Sapphire challenged, a hand on his shoulder. "Inner thighs first; this is love, not a pie eating contest." She declared.

Immediately, he did as she asked, backing himself up enough to give his head space to work while Rose teased him with the flagging of her sweltering sex.

He shuddered, overcome by this premature appeal to his urgent instincts for something right before him. He lusted like no man on earth, hurried and impatient to bury his cock in her drooling warm folds as easily as the blink of an eye.

"I know what you're thinking." Sapphire said, following his stare. "But it's not how you fuck a mare."

He sighed, knowing she was right, but he badly wanted to ignore her demands and go right to the prize. The best Thomas got was to cum on her legs--now he wanted to see how she felt on him, but it didn't look like rushing was possible.

Instead, he obeyed the tacit instructions with shallow licks to her thighs, which were perfumed daintily by the cheap fragrances bleached into the fabric of certain expensive brands of panties, like Jockey's. If she wore those, it was a poignant brand for a horse.

The soft skin seemed to melt as he paid her willful obedience with his tongue and sucks or nibbles of his mouth. He felt her shift slightly under his ministrations; a coy batting of lovely eyelashes in his direction while he crouched and bent over her bounty of curves.

His tongue traced letters and numbers on her hot flesh in random patterns. The mare squirmed as he did his best to move his tongue around her upper leg in an unplanned ballet of foreplay. The cock between his legs was as hard and eager as the shy clitoris peering from its ebony covering of wet shiny flesh.

Thomas sucked hard on those luscious legs on occasion, giving a taste of his potency to drive her flaring lady bits wild. With pride in his skill, he found he could wait a little longer to mate.

"Now move to her lips and give them a kiss like prince Charming. Awaken her inner beauty and show her grace to the world."

He immediately did as he was bidden, planting a long sucking kiss on her wide equine slit. Her succulent juices flowed in his mouth as he frenched her folds, moving his tongue in and out like a cock to fuck her tightness. His probing tongue separated the lips like they were two snails having missionary sex; feeling the layers and warm depths within.

The big girl gasped and squealed aloud, gripping the bed sheets in her claws with desperate waves of pleasure taking her body like a tsunami. She bucked under his attentions like a wild horse at a rodeo and he held on for a crazy ride with his mouth locked on her beautiful tasteful cunny for dear life.

As the mare stilled herself a moment, he saw his target even as Sapphire pointed it out. "Now spoil her clitty and make her yours. Let her ride a hundred orgasms as if a rollercoaster of sex and never let her down."

He purred, sending vibes from his lips to her lower spine. Positioning his tongue under the pulpit of her cherry, he teased it out in a wink long enough to suck it fully in his mouth and hold it captive. The forceful action elicited a response of her quivering body and sex. Her pussy oozed nectar on his chin as hot as lava, his fingers cautiously poking inside her wetness and exploring her inner tenderness.

As Thomas imprisoned her thick nub in his maw, he sucked as hard as he could on it; a thin line of juice going into his mouth like the traces of fluid a straw catches from an empty glass.

Her drips flowed noisily in his mouth to fill it with her majestic sweetness. Thomas took two fingers and fucked the roof of her pussy like a cock might if she were having sex doggie-style.

He listened to her frantic breathing as her pelvis raised and lowered a foot off the bed like a bucking bull trying to dislodge a rider, though she wanted the pleasure to continue even while it was intense enough to rip her apart.

She fucked his face with the undulating sensuous waves of her elegant body, and he struggled to keep up with her hasty pumps of those toned flexing legs. His hands slid up and down her hips as that large sexy body practically beat his face with those harsh upward thrusts.

Rose's thick black nipples hardened to the air and the forces acting within her body, looking much like small cocks poking out of her luxuriant fuzzy breasts. Her whole body flushed with a red hue of need, her belly pink like a horny dolphins' as he felt it with one hand, enjoying the feel of rigid abs under his fingertips.

Thomas could hear her drastic harried breathing as he tongued the underside of her mare berry while it was securely lodged in his comparatively tiny mouth. Inside, against his gums, her clitoris felt like a squishy kiwi, though somewhat smaller.

Without warning, her release erupted into his face with unexpected vigor, covering his expressing features in a thick gooey layer of her female spunk and diluted piss like a real mare's orgasm.

The taste of sweetened horse bathed his face like he had suddenly drowned in front of a garden hose. He sputtered and raised his head in a panic while both horses laughed at his expense; highly amused at his reaction to being hit by a shotgun blast of cunny juice.

The Belgian mistress probably rode her orgasm well into a half hour, stocky body energised by wanton sex and now left furiously raw by the charge circulating her veins like lightning.

His eyes were helpless to stare as his unique handiwork had given him a certain unblemished pride for what we had done to her. Unable to please Meg like this, he instead made a big mare girl cum like an electric fountain on the first try.

Thomas lay spent in her loose warm folds, able to hear and feel the rapid beat of her heart through the sensitive blood-engorged walls of her vaginal tunnel. He was panting and breathing into her pussy, unable to move away.

She soon regained enough of her control to drag his limp body up her chest to smother his face between a pair of monstrous drafter titties; the heat and tightness of the cleavage against his cheeks and nose almost causing him to suffocate in there.

While buried in a prison of lust, he heard the various noises and processes of her body while all that Sapphire had to say was a worrisome incoherent muffled babble like an echo of a foreign language.

He relaxed in her fully, enjoying his new home in the trench of her mammoth rack. It drove a human's lust insane not to penetrate; offering up more energy in the hopes that the body would be sated in the act of promiscuous diversions.

A hard penis was poking at her silken warm navel, enamored by the soft fuzzy flesh against the sensitive tip like he were rubbing nakedly on the carpet of a sunlit room at noon. She whispered nonsensical praise and encouragement to him. The words were lost on him and he only recognized the calm tones in her voice as gentle support.

Thomas had his arms out in embrace, her ribs poking against his biceps and wrists like long fingers. She was so big; even now he struggled to understand it. This giant horse the size of a small car wanted a human to please her and make her happy. That very definition sounded like an acute pox of madness on the brain had he not the truth of this sweltering sweaty feral embrace to deny such an egregious lie.

The inch-long covering of fur gave off a dirty animal smell as well as the oddly aromatic blend of sweat. He was hypnotized by her delicious horsey stink, rotating his head in one direction or other to plant a wild flurry of kisses on both breasts like an affectionate worshipper for such a goddess.

All that warm hair was a reminder of why she was a different lay than most. Couple that with her size and there was no difficulty in understanding why he'd gladly fallen for her. Beauty was not a feature that accomodated her, but a description of her very name.

Barely any energy to do so, Thomas wiggled down her firm belly until he could feel that oven-hot apple pie between her lions breathing equine lust vapors of warmth upon his magnificent lower extremity.

Her coyness and beauty were an illusion to an absolutely unvanquished desire as Rose contorted her vulva in such a way that it winked and opened as an extra mouth with lips, gulping his cock inside like a delicate squishy sausage.

He grunted and closed his eyes to such intense marish fire on his member as her occasioned grunts caused the muscles in her vestibule to slip and sinuously gulp on his maleness in peristaltic eagerness of internal muscles.

Again, two sets of female equine heat filled the room with an impassioned fog of feminized urgency unlike the smell of males in musk. Not to be easily compared, the hormones released by a mare were far more sweet and fragrant; pleasing to all the senses as well as a delighting prelude to the tongue.

Blushing was all he was capable of since she had to do all the work. Thomas felt helpless not to be able to breed her himself. She was hardly complaining at his ineptitude, though; more than pleased to take his juice out herself.

Strange as it would be to explain, he felt her thighs gripping around his small body like the curved bow-like arms of a pretzel, pushing him futher in. Her legs shimmered like graceful water flowing around him, the sound of light crashing waves in those wonderful conch shells of horse he labelled "breasts". Not merely was her vulva and vagina an agent of the sea, but her whole elegant body was!

He floated on top as currents of her undertow sloshed upon his cock as it were a careless buoy, ringing him in a calm tide as her seawater coursed and flowed out onto his loins in friendly licks of environmental emotion.

Daintily with care, his orgasm was drowned from him and halted in clever bouts of fancy as though a mermad had latched onto his body in an effort to resuscitate him back to wakefulness by tickling.

Such delicate stroking drove him mad with fuming urges burning deep within. Unlike the masculine method of penetrating until orgasm, her tide took nibbles from his sensitive crag a little at a time until he would crash into her without control or mercy.

While he wished to be in charge of the pace and method, he could scarcely say he was capable since neither mare intended to deal with an uppity male of any sort; both so dom they'd never let anyone be a master but one another.

It was a struggle to contain himself, but Thomas could see the benefits for doing so. This cruel denial when he was on the plataeu was merely a trial in patience to reprimand him further towards their plans of making him a pet.

With beautiful bodies like these and such experience at being effective mistresses, he was more than willing to give himself wholly to the two mares as though it had been his whole plan in life after all.

Anatomically, he was far from touching her womb, much less filling it. Probably one of the criteria he'd been chosen for this role as condoms and birth control were cumbersome and they obviously wanted some ejaculate in them that had no chance in hell of impregnation.

While centaurs and half-breeds like Sileni (horse fauns) were possible, it was impossible to breed for them with the penis alone. Plus, birth control was unreliable in mares since they were virile enough to resist the suppressing effects.

Again he was taken to that most ignoble level of near perfect pleasure before being dumped again in one of her unexpected breakers. Such an intimate sense of his body she had, she could decide how and when he came or if he did so at all.

It was an impressive amount of power one could hold over another and he had been left in awe of it. Fifty times, a hundred -- he had lost count and became as obedient a mute servant to her as pleasure throbbed through his cock like lightning.

It felt as stormy seas now, her turgid waters threatening him over the ledge with those muscular teasing waves of that immensely powerful vagina like a throat gulping and swallowing on him or a slippery hot hand moving in just the proper manner to tickle from two precious orbs a man's seed; his most costly and important resource.

Her tunnel seemed random in its stimulation, not content to settle into any pattern he could notice. The only thing that seemed certain was the heat and entrapment of her sex on his organ.

The two mares seemed efficient working in tandem, both synchronized in clockwork as if opposing hands on the face of a watch. While Sapphire had been deceptively quiet, the chocolate mare had her own ideas to enact while Rose was "entertaining."

A close relationship like theirs allowed for numerous unusual ideas. So when Rose brought him to another earth-shattering near orgasm, the other mare had crept behind and any resistance was too late as the nurse gently poked a butt plug tail in his ass to complete the facade that he had become their stallion. At least, in title only.

His anus gripped and sucked on it as he felt the rubber slide over his prostate with every contraction of his inner muscles, while unable to see the color of his new tail, it was quite long and ticklish on his legs.

Granted, the tail was somewhat annoying and the hair didn't even come from a real horse but he still felt honored. Wearing fake animal features was something only really kinky humans did, but seeing he had no choice, Thomas liked it.

He'd hardly be able to perform as well and fuck Rose like a stud but at least he looked the part. Each reflexive grasp of his ass made the tail raise and lower in an arc like a flagging stallion's tail after the beast had cum. That preview certainly gave him a glimpse of what was to come.

Merely laying on the mare goddess was a devout pilgrimmage. To hear her hearbeat through flesh of breast and chest was a choir of her unapproachable divinity. Thomas breathed deep of her, satisfied in her amusement for his small body.

With one paw he gripped handfuls of her fur while the other struggled to embrace around a mammary and make sense of its capacity for fatness. It felt as throbbing water in his clasped fingers and palm, surging with her whole bodies' muscles in unison. But what left him most in awe (for he was a man of refined taste but still a man; needing animal stimulus) was her magnificient estrous quivering sex, as it warmed him in love, passion, spirit, and deed like no other beacon known.

While shallow in the face of such values as love, it was nonetheless effective in wresting him into this strange relationship with two woman he didn't even know. If there was something to be said of mares in heat, their impulse allowed for greater sexual flexibility.

Being with Rose felt so wam, so right. Buried in her body, he felt that oozing vulva flap carefree on his shaft and balls like hot slimy butterfly wings. While her strong cunny played with his hilt, the deeper walls of her vagina were throwing his cock around like a ball in a tennis match, flopping his erection about and rubbing it all over in the right ways.

It was an amazing exerience even despite incompatability issues and the obvious size difference. Since mares had absolute control over their genitalia, it was impossible for his cock to accidentally fall out. Even without an erection, her hungry sex could slurp someone's cock inside with ease and work diligently at it until she milked him dry.

Well if she needed it that bad, Thomas didn't mind being a cow. At the moment though, She was more interested in showing off as those magical mare lips and vestibule tickled him to his most violent orgasm yet.

Thomas could feel it surging through him like the pressure in a jammed boiler, threatening to make him explode from the sensation. Other times he might have compared orgasm to a relieved breath after taking a dive in a deep pool.

What came into him was wildly different. It felt like nothing short of life itself; like the goddess were doing something to recreate him or cause a rebirth in his very being. His balls grew cold from chilled mare juice as the flow was rerouted around his scrotum rather than over it. A strange sensation and he must have moved away slightly at some point.

Sapphire watched intensly, licking her lips with horniness. He knew it would be a cold day in hell before he mounted the pretty Clyde girl, but her naked body was admirable. She kept in good shape and looked like a female bodybuilder.

He grunted and tried to pull back. Ironically, after she was going to let him cum, he was too scared and wanted to stop it as it felt like a ferocious beast was screaming for release from his balls.

Even with all his strength, it was a terrific struggle as most of his stamina had been sapped by now and there was little of his vitality left except for breathing, feeling, and thinking.

Yet ironically, even as he tried to escape, Sapphire stepped forward and performed her task. He quickly realized the reason she was standing by when the draft placed his ankles in strip bindings that secured him to Rose's big shins as the Belgian grabbed him in a nearly suffocating embrace.

"Naughty little skittish stallion!" Sapphire admonished, spanking his ass firmly until he sobbed, surrendering. "Your job is to give the mare what she wants like a good stud, even if her pussy is so cruel as to suck on you in such a way to empty your testicles in one go."

Thomas whimpered, all his strength gone as his body settled down and the Clyde put a strap across the bed to keep him and Rose tied together like dogs in missionary. While her sex was too flabby and open to lock him in with a vaginal vacuum like a regular stallion's cock, Sapphire solved the problem nicely. "For normal relations there's the Vadavaka trick. For situations like this, creativity and force are more efficient." Sapphire reassured.

He couldn't help but feel that she had trapped him in a seatbelt for the ride of his life. The fact Rose was patiently working a massive blast out of him was nothing short of terrifying. She was using his body like a carnival ride in an effort to get the most productivity out of him and to fill her silken cunny.

It was coming close now, like a demon latched securely on his soul. The over-stimulated tingling of his cock was working against his best efforts to resist. This quickly escalated into a battle of wills and she was easily dominating due to her practiced and precise control of her own body.

No foul thoughts or discomfort could distract him from the inevitable boon of pleasure he would receive from his lady queen. There was maybe another minute of resistance in him but no more: she owned his body and once she made him cum, it would be for eternity.

"Oh goddess!" He grunted out, so close to the edge that he saw stars in his eyes and grew light-headed from the stimulus. His balls ached and periodically wrung like bells as the spermatic cords drew up with a dull and harsh ache.

Soon, she'd take everything from him and make him her loyally addicted Pleasure Slave as her pussy scrunches up and simulates the hard thrusting of a rapidly-moving cock. Such pleasure was jarring and unexpected; like te sexual version of rolling down stairs on one's belly. An unusual talent for a horse and probably one that comes with decades of practice and muscle control.

He doubted even Kegels could accomplish such a task of training. Again, with the overwhelming ferocity of hot vagina, he was helpless. Maybe a few seconds are all he can last; hardly an achievement compared to men who can control themselves for half an hour. Though, even an expert giggolo would struggle to stave off this assault of voracious mareness.

As soon as his recalcitrance halted progress enough, Sapphire had made the observation with interest. "He--he isn't cumming fast enough!" She declared with a stubborn snort.

"Well, maybe our pet isn't a stallion at all." Rose mused with a giggle, her pussy still wreaking havoc on his imprompt celibacy. Sapphire left for a moment and came back with a syringe and a bag containing some non-descript floppy object. She took it out and rolled the tip around the sticky cold mare fluid on his crotch before popping his tail plug with an indignant yelp and replacing the void with a slender limp horsecock that seemed without an end to length. With both girls literally fucking him, Thomas knew what they meant: they didn't think he was a stallion anymore, but a mare instead!

As Sapphire pumped the lubed dildo in and out of his sore hole, Thomas screamed into Rose's breasts in a disbelief of wonder. He had never orgasmed like this: the very forces eddying inside him felt like the world had ended as an almost painful and thick load struggled to blast from his urethra like a bunch of golf balls.

He must have flooded her with a good-sized amount of his substance, as she felt all creamy and sticky inside from his milk. His balls throbbed with pain from overuse as he panted with weariness from this ultimate climax.

In final insult, Sapphire removed the dildo, squirting some chilled horse semen in his ass, and put it back in with a pat on his butt to comfirm the validity of their latest joke. For at least tonight, he was their mare pet and it gave both equines no end of amusement to think and treat him in such a manner. Since they were comely and kind, he took the good with the bad and went with it.

He finally found himself at peace on top of her warm cozy body as an aura of unmistakable power surrounded her singing flesh and made him a slave to her call just as surely as a licentious siren. On top of her, tired and spent from servicing her, he was truly content.

With no further demands placed on him he felt a heavy compulsion to nuzzle and fall asleep all nestled in her warm hills. In fact, he wound up doing just that.

His body flooded with exhaustion which could no longer be with-held from the inevitable. He drifted into a nap and drowned in the maternal heat of her breasts like the soft fluid warmth of a womb.

Thomas was at ease with everything; his lust, pain, pride, and ambitions. He existed to please horses, and they likewise were eager to nurture his bruised soul with gentle patience and an endless kindness outpouring from hearts bigger than their amply immense yet pretty butts.

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Second of four commissions I owe VideoGame30. Fun to write and as those who followed the FA link can guess, Kerstin Orion's Jingle character is the main model for both mares and inspiration.