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The sun had long since set in the region, and the green-scaled forest dragon knew that if he wanted to sneak in, now was the time. It was easily past 3 in the morning, and only the most dedicated of night-owls would still be up; his target was a small farm that was erected a few years ago outside his area of the forest he lived in. Farmers went to bed and woke early, chances were that they were all in the deepest of sleeps, dreaming of the cows that needed milking or the chickens who were likely to lay.

But the little dragon didn't care about the chickens or the cows, he only cared about the horses that helped out around the farm; most notably the stable of a half dozen mares.

For the past week, he'd slunk his way to the outskirts of the farm to get a look at the noble equines grazing about their pasture, occasionally hiding in the stables that were erected for them at the opposite end of the field away from the farmers' home.

The moon was full this night, bathing the field with a gentle blue glow that was just enough for his eyes to see without giving the humans that ran the farm equal visual fidelity.

The dragon propped himself up on the fence that ran along the edge of his forest. He was careful to remain in the shade until he was good and ready to expose himself. The only sounds that he heard was the combination of the steady drone of insects and the occasional sound of horses moving in the field. Every few minutes there would be the sound of munching or even a neigh or whinny, but for the most part the night remained entirely silent.

Good.

He glanced left and right, surveying the entire field and the farmer's home to be sure nobody was out before launching himself silently over the fence, vaulting off the sturdy pole to ensure he didn't break anything.

Once inside the field, he slunk down and slowly crept towards the nearest horse; she was a brilliant and powerful looking belgian mare, with big floofy socks and a mane that covered the side of her neck. Right as he got close, she noticed and skittered away without a sound, flicking her tail before leaning over to munch on some grass.

Whatever, she wasn't interested.

Keeping his body close to the ground, the green scaled dragon made his way from one mare to the next until 4 of the 6 had already ran from him. He was starting to get discouraged when he heard the faint sound of a hoof clattering on the inside of the wooden shack meant for housing the horses in rough weather. It wasn't much of a stable, just a few stalls with an open back end and some hay for laying in.

A grin crept across his face as he began to plan his moves. He did another survey of the farmland and saw nothing more than the blue-tinted horses idling about near the house and some stallions or geldings on the other side of the driveway. If anyone was near, they were doing a damn good job at hiding from the dragon's motion-sensitive vision.

He let out a draconic huff before tiptoeing towards the shack where one of the last two of the mares stood still; she was a massively built clydesdale and she must have been asleep. He hid around the corner before slowly exposing himself to her.

The mare raised her head high and looked back at him, her massive round eye staring directly at the green-scaled dragon, but she didn't move. She could have backed out of the stall and ran away like the others, but she just shook her head and leaned down to munch on some of the hay that was in her stall before raising her tail, spreading her legs, and released a creamy stream of yellow creamy fluid that splattered on the ground beneath her.

He inhaled deeply, the powerful bitter earthiness of her sent stuck to his nostrils and made his toes curl and his tailtip flick. This mare was in heat, and as he watched, the bright moonlight glistened off the moistened rim of her folds as she tensed her muscles, winking her clit to spread her scent.

Perfect.

He eased his way forward and sniffed at the puddle of her pheromone rich urine before looking up at her. She was still staring directly at him even though she was chewing on some hay. He leaned into her and gave her rump a little nip like he'd seen some of the stallions do before, testing her eagerness.

Instead of jumping or tensing up, she shifted from back hoof to back hoof as she raised her tail, cocking it to the side to display her puffy round anus and slick, glistening meaty slit.

The green-scaled dragon couldn't dare hold back and say no to an invitation like that, so he backed up a few inches, placed his claws on either of her haunches and buried his nose between her rump cheeks, licking feverently at her folds as he nuzzled into her. His tongue slapped up and down over her puffy vulva before plunging into her depths, dragging along her velvety walls.

She responded by squatting down and spreading her legs, winking her clit and getting a few drops of her milky fluids to dribble down the dragon's chin, her clit rubbing against his lips. The dragon was a head and a half shorter than she was, so he wasn't tall enough to mount.

He let out a deep draconic growl to exhalie his hot breath between her cheeks, causing her tail to twitch as the moist warmth tickled her flesh. He gave gave her backside a little rub as he repositioned his claws so that his thumbs were curved around her rump, talons almost touching the velvety, smoothe flesh of her vulva. He pulled his thumbs apart, gaping open her canal and releasing a powerful scent right into his face accompanied by the steam that emanated from her hot insides. The light was dim, but he could see clearly that her walls were the bright cherry pink that indicated she was in estrus.

He wasted no more time before digging his muzzle into those open and ready folds, opening his muzzle just enough to plunge his tongue in and out of her depths over and over again so he could taste every inch of her. He'd tasted mare before, but never in estrus; this was heaven to him! She had such a powerful scent and flavor that was so thick it seemed to coat his tongue and every bit of flesh in his mouth and throat, sticking to his taste buds to please him even when he stopped licking.

The clydesdale mare clearly was enjoying the attention her dark-fleshed nethers were getting, as she winked every few seconds, secreting another glob of her juices to squirt directly into his mouth, and what missed trailed between his teeth and trickled down his muzzle.

As the dragon nuzzled and licked at his willing partner, he delighted in the meaty sloppy sounds of her pussy opening and closing with each movement, a slick schlicking sound emanating from her behind and getting trapped in the dead night air. He'd have sucked that meaty clit if he could, but he'd need lips for that. Licking would have to do.

He slowly pulled away, relishing in every sound and scent that came with the withdrawal of his muzzle from her tender and surprisingly pliable flesh. He licked his chops of all the errant fluid that she's squirted all over him as he stared at her hind end, her meaty, wrinkled folds glistening in the moonlight with the help of his saliva and her secretions.

He could feel his members sliding out of their slit, but he wasn't ready to use them. He certainly would, but for now he wanted to warm this mare up a bit more before mounting her.

There was a moment of hesitation as the green-scaled dragon took another cautious look around the farm before returning to his mare. His one paw was still on her rump, so he leaned against her and nibbled at her as he brought his other paw between her rump cheeks, rubbing up and down her folds to smear the fluids all over his digits. Up and down he rolled and dragged his clawtips and knuckles before using two digits to spread her flesh out a bit, exposing the cherry pink walls within. He inserted a single finger and swirled it around, rubbing it around every bit of the circumference of her canal.

She winked again, grunting as she shifted from one back hoof to another. This time the dragon thought to cup his paw over her clit, catching all of her fluids in her palm before smearing the lubricants all over her slit.

Once she was good and slicked up, he inserted two fingers and rubbed them around a bit; then he inserted three and tried to reach what he thought was her G-spot, but found nothing. Ready to continue, he curled up his thumb to make his paw shaped like a cone, which he pressed against her slit. He was amazed to feel her fleshy lips parting with ease, his fingers sliding into her depths and opening her up. Bit by bit, he felt his paw disappear into the mare's slit. He noticed her canal went up a bit before angling back into her depths. He wiggled his hand back and forth to help it slide, inch by inch into her depths.

The eager mare arched her back and tensed up the muscles in the base of her tail, curving it over her back to expose the fleshy underside of it, her body language angling her tunnel to be straight and easy to navigate.

The dragon felt her pliable folds creep over his knuckles as her muscles loosened up, letting him plunge his entire paw up to the wrist into her. She winked her clit and tensed her muscles up again, clamping down on his paw to pull it deeper into her. He happily obliged by flexing his forearm muscles to make his flesh firmer, forming a fist inside her that he could pump in and out like a stallion's thick, aggressive member.

With his front leg tensed up and a fist formed inside her, he happily pushed in as deep as he could before slowly pulling out, letting his knuckles drag along her smoothe inner walls; he spun his arm back and forth in a semicircle as he pulled out, sure to pleasure each and every inch of her canal.

In it went again, parting her flesh and making her twitch in delight, her clit winking and sending tiny bits of her fluids down his arm and chest, splattering on the ground and filling the air with her scent. She reared back and rocked forward, helping his fist-pumps to get deeper. He'd pull out with a met, meaty shlorping sound before thrusting back in. Each and every thrust got faster, deeper, and rougher as every movement of his flesh inside hers forced a wet sloppy sound to emanate from her hind end. It was music to the dragon's ears.

She eventually stopped winking her pussy lips, as his motions inside her caused her nethers to loosen up and secrete more of her fluids, the pressure of his scales sliding past her opening and plunging into her forcing the liquid out without her muscular aid.

With one final, powerful thrust, he leaned into her and she leaned back, her tender, velvety slit swallowing all he had to offer right to the shoulder, his fist pushing past her firm, tight cervix to emerge into her womb. He opened his fist and splayed out his fingers like a stallion's flare, tickling at her deepest depths before slowly pulling out, letting his paw-tips drag along her slick and sloppy canal. With only his paw and a few inches of his forearm left inside her, he pressed his palm against an engorged mass on her anterior wall before, tickling them with his fingertips. Once he was done, he let his forearm sag, his palm and fingertips brushing past her clit alongside an eruption of her fluids that splattered noisily in the puddle she'd made earlier.

He leaned in and nuzzled at the mess he'd made of her nethers, getting her slimy goo all over his muzzle as he licked at her slit, lapping over her clit as she winked, spewing the last of her secretions into his maw.

His cocks were now fully erect and there were visible beads of precum dribbling down their lengths as he tensed his lower half up, making them dance in the night.

The mare looked back at him and gave a wink with her eye, nodding slowly as the corners of her mouth turned up in a wry smile.

The dragon nodded in return and stuck his tongue out. "Thanks." he said before dashing off into the night, galloping out of the field on only three feet. He left the hand that had been buried deep within his partner up off the ground; he intended to use that hand and the fluids left on it to pleasure himself later.