Ulysses is Curious
Ulysses, a jackalope, looks after his brother's dogs and horses while he is out of town.
Ulysses is Curious
by Ulysses Faer
I placed my paws behind my head and stretched my back, thrusting my naked chest toward the warm sun. My body ached from the day of hard labor. Normally, I did as little actual work as possible, but every once in a while I had to put some semblance of effort forth. My older brother owned several acres of land just outside the city where he kept his dogs and horses; natural, feral ones, of course, not furs. He was away visiting some of our more distant family members for a few days and had offered me a bit of cash to stay at his home to make sure it was safe from burglars while he was out, as well as keep up the land and feed and water his various beasts. I had readily agreed, thinking it would be fun to play with the animals for a while, but near the end of the first exhausting day of lugging around hay and pumping water I had begun to second guess the decision.
I wiped the sweat from my antlered brow and tossed my long ears over my shoulders as I sauntered across the grounds. It was a hot summer day, and I, a jackalope used to staying in the air conditioned indoors, was more than merely fatigued. I had long since divested myself of my shirt and wandered in naught but my blue jeans and heavy, brown work gloves to keep my paws from blistering. Brutus, my brother's friendly golden-furred cane corso happily trotted along beside me, panting in the heat. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky and I couldn't believe how fast the day has passed. I only had one task left, though it was decidedly an easy one, and that was to groom breeding stallion, Cinnamon.
Eager to get the work out of the way so I could kick back and relax with a nice glass of wine for a while, I headed for the horse pens. Most of the equines were out enjoying the fields, but due to being almost too good at his job, I was told, Cinnamon had to be kept separate whenever possible. Otherwise there would soon be far too many foals running about.
Entering the partially walled enclosure I saw the chestnut stud in a stall near the rear of the complex. The building smelled terribly to my unadjusted nose, but I did my best to ignore it. I grabbed a brush and a low stool from by a table near one wall and let myself into Cinnamon's chamber. He stared at me lazily for a moment before returning to ignoring me. I lightly patted his muscular flank, enjoying being in the presence of such an impressive creature. I brushed his coat slowly and carefully, taking my time and admiring every inch of him.
I had always liked horses, but never acquired the taste for country living that it took to interact with them on a regular basis. My brother and I didn't particularly get along, at least no better than any pair of brothers I had ever met, but I generally took as many chances as I could to visit just to see his various pets. As I sat on the stool beside the powerful beast I was practically eye level with his massive sheath and heavy sac. I couldn't help but fantasize a bit. I had been with equine furs, certainly, but never one of the baser animals.
At first I pushed the brief considerations of pleasuring Cinnamon aside; bestiality was a bit too kinky, even for me. But once the seeds of thought were planted I couldn't shake them. No matter how much I resisted it quickly became clear that my curiosity had been piqued and wouldn't be easily sated. Honestly, I had a few daydreams before while at the property before about exploring such a remarkable member, though I never had seriously considered it, and rarely (if ever) was with the stallion without my brother present.
While I groomed the breeding horse I glanced around and realized that, for once, I was truly out there alone.
"You won't tell anyone if Cinnamon and I have a bit of fun, will you?" I slyly inquired of Brutus, who had taken to lying next to me. With a mischievous smile I decided to give into my lower urges.
The dog cocked his head at me indifferently and I shot him a wink.
I set the wiry brush aside and peeled off my heavy gloves, flexing my fingers excitedly. I used my bare paws to massage the horse's side, feeling his corded muscles. I gradually worked lower and lower, sliding beneath the flesh of the creature's belly. As I headed toward Cinnamon's ample sheath I looked toward his face, wanting to be sure of his temperament before I got a swift kick in the head. He stared at me impassively.
With a slow, deliberate motion I moved to his genitals. Eventually the excruciatingly slow pace brought me to my prize. My heart raced with excitement as I found that my fingers couldn't even wrap all of the way around its incredible girth. I was more agog than I ever would have expected to have been. I stroked the stud's sheath languidly. It twitched slightly as it started to fatten, eliciting an excited whinny from the horse. I paused to make sure he wouldn't react poorly, and was pleased as he seemed more eager than anything else. He snorted impatiently and sidestepped closer, encouraging me to continue. I was thankful at his favorable reaction, and happy to indulge him I continued rubbing the plump sheath.
His mottled cock slowly slid forth and glided out into the open air, hardening rapidly. My eyes widened as Cinnamon became stimulated. Inch after inch of thick horse cock grew before me until it reached its full length of a little more than two feet. My own phallus stirred at the alluring sight and entreated out as well, straining against my underwear and tenting my pants. I breathed deeply, smelling the pungent scent of the animal's arousal as I briefly massaged the bulge in my jeans with one paw.
I ran my fingers along his velvety expanse of engorged flesh. It shuddered in my palms. I was amazed at its weight and sensitivity. I held Cinnamon's phallus more firmly and guided it to the side, positioning it directly in front of my chest. I pumped it with long, gentle strokes, evoking more pleased whinnies from the stallion. The tip of his extraordinary cock spasmodically flared out, showing how much he was enjoying the treatment.
I needed to taste it.
I leaned forward and held Cinnamon's shaft less than an inch from my muzzle and anxiously wet my lips with my tongue. I closed the distance and lightly kissed the horse's tip, calmly opening my maw and sliding my tongue out until it contacted his flesh. The flavor was sour and potent, like a fur who had not bathed in a little too long, but not necessarily unpleasant. I quickly acclimated to the taste. I gave his length a few more deliberate licks, running my tongue across the member before picking up the pace and lapping at it frantically.
Cinnamon loved my service, and pressed his side appreciatively against me. His sizable cock pulsed and leaked massive droplets of pre-cum. As I stroked and sucked him I tasted his essence as well and wasn't overly surprised it to find it comparable to any fur I've ever met, if far greater in quantity.
I opened my maw wide and enclosed it over his massive crown, barely managing to fit the organ in my muzzle. I continued to pleasure the tip with my tongue as I bobbed a few inches along the stud's cock, trying to fit as much as possible within my mouth. It felt both degrading and intoxicating to be used for the release of a less intelligent animal. After a minute I pulled away and paused my indulgence to stand and unbutton my pants, sliding them and my briefs down to my ankles to release my trapped penis and pump it furiously for several seconds. I spurted hot jets of pre-cum into my paw, coating it in the slick fluid.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brutus' sheath swelling as well. The bright-crimson shaft of his cock was already growing and dribbling rivulets of pre-cum. He lapped at it lazily, obviously becoming horny due to my aroused scent. Seeing the canine's phallus turned me on even more.
I returned to Cinnamon's trembling cock. The stallion whined and whinnied, eager for a climax. Once more I stroked his enormous length. My mouth engulfed his penis again and I suckled it lovingly as I massaged it with all of my skill. I felt it twitch and pulse more regularly, telltale signs that his ejaculation was near. I picked up speed, wanting nothing more than to be coated in horse's essence. The beast snorted and bucked wildly, digging at the ground with a hoof.
The first blast of his orgasm erupted into my mouth, quickly filling it with a gush of oily equine seed. I swallowed hungrily, but more salty liquid emptied into me faster than I could quaff it down. I released the quivering member and let what I was unable to swallow ran down my chin. Rope after rope of horse semen exploded from the breeding stallion's cock, matting the champagne-colored fur of my chest. It ran down to my crotch and coated my own phallus. I moaned involuntarily and stroked myself, growing impatient for my own release. Eventually the horse's cock ceased flowing and flopped downward to gradually retreat back within its sheath. The spent stud sidestepped away from me lazily, suddenly uninterested in me.
Being so aroused, I ached to be filled, but all of my toys and every fur I knew were miles away, in town.
I glanced down at horny cane corso. His titanic knotted cock, now fully erect and glistening, would definitely suffice. I decided that I had already engaged in bestiality, and a natural dog's knotted penis was not so different from a canine fur's own, so that there was no reason I could think of to not fully indulge myself.
I stood quickly, nearly tripping on the bunched up cotton and denim at my ankles. With one dexterous paw I scooped up a glob up horse seed from my chest-fur and leaned forward. I used my slick fingers to reach back and penetrate my neglected hole, wiggling them all of the way inside to lubricate and stretch myself. First one entered and then a second. I scissored them, groaning in bliss as I readied for what I was about to do. I rubbed my prostate, dragging the couple of digits across it in a beckoning motion. My cock jumped and shot more strands of pre-cum into the dirt. I dislodged my fingers and hopped around 180 degrees before falling to my knees and laying my stomach over the low, wooden stool. I raised my tail and revealed my hungry ass to Brutus.
The dog bolted upright and gave my cleft a couple of long, wet licks. I shuddered with delight.
Horny and knowing a presented hole when he saw one, the canine was up and on me in a flash. He bucked his hips with wildly. I felt the slick tip of his cock jab all around my cleft, unable to locate my tight entrance. I moved my arm back impatiently in an attempt to grab his large penis at its base and guide it into me, but Brutus growled and snarled as my paw neared him. I retracted my arm. He moved forward and hunched over, changing his angle before continuing his assault.
I gasped in ecstasy as I felt the cock finally slip inside of me. I flexed my ring about the intruding member, and Brutus increased his already insane pace. With each crazed thrust of his powerful hips he brought his knot colliding with my ass and pulled nearly out once more. His jaws clamped onto my shoulder for leverage, letting me know that he had claimed me as his own. It hurt terribly, and I was sure that he was drawing blood, but the pain was not so severe that I had not felt worse from kinky furs during previous sexual encounters.
Most furs, even those most untamed in bed, tended to pay at least a little attention to me and were careful not to injure me during our sessions. Brutus, however, did not. The large hound saw me only as any other bitch on the farm, there to be bred with reckless abandon by his sizable cock. Sex with him was a completely different experience. I loved every moment of it and thanked myself for choosing to allow myself to be debased in such a way for carnal delight. I felt him spread me with his enormous phallus, exploring every bit of me.
I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as, without warning, his mammoth knot slid into me and started to swell even further, tying fully with me. It grew larger than any toy I had ever played with (or had even seen) and I moaned uncontrollably as I felt I was going to be split in two. I was glad I was alone because I was sure the sound of my blissful exclamations carried for miles.
The dog climaxed. A flood of canine seed spread within me, warming my insides. He continued to buck through his orgasm, albeit in slower, more powerful thrusts. It was more than a minute before he finished. He let go of my shoulder and clambered off of me, turning until we were butt-to-butt. He tried to pull away and a sharp pain shot through me. The hound ceased moving, realizing that we were tied together. My ass ached fiercely from the pounding it had received.
Then I laid over a stool, drenched in horse semen and filled to bursting with a feral dog's cock and I couldn't possibly be more aroused. I reached down and gripped my cock. I brushed it with a practiced paw less than ten times before it erupted, spraying the ground with a torrent of rabbit seed. I panted, completely exhausted by the combination of the day's labor and my encounter with the animals, and stayed there, unmoving, for several long minutes, basking in the afterglow. It was quite before Brutus' knot deflated for us to part.