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--1

"I'll be fine - it's not like the road is any different in the dark!" Elise thought that that was sound logic. In her mind, it was a swift way to ward off any doubts.

Tucker wasn't so impressed. A savvy and independent Doberman bitch, she feared nothing and could solve anything with brute force, but her best friend was not so fortunate. Because, very bluntly, Tucker thought that Elise was a foolish dingbat who was consistently - and only - good at getting herself into trouble.

When it finally came time for Elise to head home, the Doberman was justified in feeling uneasy about letting her leave. As it was, the lizard was equipped with a dead cell phone - with a cigarette lighter charger buried in the glovebox, something she had long since forgotten about - and a sense of direction only slightly sharper than a butter knife.

"Come on, you can just sleep here," Tucker urged, standing close to Elise, both of them near the lizard's little red car. Around them, the pitch darkness of the woods hooted, squealed, and chirped with life, and the only useful light was that of her cabin's porch light, engulfed in a dense cloud of moths. "You know what happens when you go out driving after dark."

"I've only gotten lost three times," Elise said in her defense, folding her arms across her chest, below her t-shirt clad bosom.

Tucker actually laughed. "Yeah, in the last month, you dweeb." She sank her paws into her hip pockets, hooking the thumbs outside of them. "Whatever, you ain't gonna listen. Just be careful. I'm not showing up at your funeral if something dumb happens to you." She leaned close, and with all the casual affection of a big sister, she wrapped an arm around the lizard.

Elise responded with a full hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be fine," she urged, squeezing Tucker's body tightly.

"Yeah, yeah," Tucker grunted, squirming out of the lizard's arms. "Later." Free of Elise's embrace, Tucker spun on her heel and headed back to the cabin, while Elise got into her car, started the engine, and idled out into the wooded path.

--2

For the longest time, Elise thought she was doing quite well. She continually reminded herself to just reverse the path she'd taken to get there, and the intent was sound, except she frequently chose the wrong sides of the myriad road forks. There were several forks that she hadn't even been aware of, ones that were invisible coming up on either side of the split, noticeable only on the way back; these were especially troublesome, but with idiotic confidence, she boldly told herself I came from this direction! when picking a road.

After the better part of an hour, she emerged from the woods, but the highway was nowhere in sight. No headlights, no pavement, no signs that she always remembered seeing any other time she left Tucker's place either in the daylight or with GPS. Without much choice in the matter, she turned out on the dirt road she'd found, and she followed it due west - she rightly thought the highway was west of the woods.

Hah! And Tucker thinks I'm a dweeb.

Except she had turned east. Had she actually turned west, she would have curved around the woods and emerged at the highway after only a few miles.

Elise sped along the country road and looked for the highway which never appeared. Close by and to the left, the woods sprawled as far as she could see; on one occasion, the dirt road crossed back into them, but this area was well-logged, and she didn't have to slow down. Outside of the brief patches where the woods had swallowed up part of the road, there was positively nothing to see to the right. In the daylight, Elise would have been treated to a view entailing nothing but field after field of discolored, dehydrated corn and a few sleepy farmhouses beyond; with just the moody, subtle glow of a crescent moon, she couldn't make out any of that.

She drove on and on, losing track of the time in short order. She knew it had been 7 o'clock when she left Tucker's house; now she guessed it was midnight or even later, her mind exaggerating things with mounting panic.

Finally, the woods to the left wore thin and then tapered off, and the road was flanked by that dull, dead corn. Hills further off to the left obscured the highway, just beyond.

By then, frustration had started to creep in along with panic, but the lizard looked down at her gas gauge - still three-quarters full - and then back up at the road. Then she looked at her radio's clock, which said 4:21 PM, and she gasped, afterward remembering that she had never set it, and the shock passed in a moment of dullness.

When she looked up again, a building was coming into view. It was still on the horizon, but she was getting there fast. Probably a farmhouse, she thought, and visions came to her of a pair of creepy-but-friendly old American Gothics who might give her directions and grits. Shortly after, she started to fantasize about a handsome equine farmhand of some sort, maybe a mule or a donkey, and she grinned impishly.

Closer to the building, Elise realized quickly that it was no farmhouse. Set a few hundred yards back from the road, it stood tall among the atrophied corn crop, withering on every cardinal direction around it, except toward the road; there, in place of corn, was a parking lot full of burly American motorcycles, some new and shiny, some old and weathered, but they were all enormous, well-loved machines.

As Elise pulled into the parking lot, she gave these bikes a wide berth, and she parked close to the edge of the lot, near the dead corn. When she got out of her car, she looked up, and she noticed the neon sign that hung well above the old shanty's entrance, near second-story windows that belonged to a hotel - or maybe that was where the owner lived.

In enormous, cowboy shit-kicking lettering, the sign proclaimed

THE RAGGED MARE

as it steadily bathed the parking lot in its' red, neon vomit. Elise stared for a moment longer, and the sign flickered, unhealthily reading

T_E_R__GE___ARE

for a few seconds.

The lizard glanced back at her car, and then into the corn with a nervous and expectant gaze. The dark night made her jumpy, and in a juvenile way, she was afraid of the tall, dense, brown stalks of corn, as though something might lunge out at her. But when she turned to the roadhouse, she felt another kind of trepidation entirely. Even as dull as she could be, Elise acknowledged that she was just a girl all by her lonesome; roadhouses were trashy, amoral places where women could be raped and defiled, and where men fought bare-knuckle and sometimes even killed each another.

What if a bunch of guys wanted to take turns with me?

That idea, as she rolled it around and examined it, did more harm than good; she went from being justifiably nervous to hell-bent on heading in. But come on, she told herself, girls don't actually get raped just like that. That was solid thinking; nobody would be so barbaric. They might laugh when she was gone, maybe they'd do it up-front to her face - hey, get a load of this dumb broad! - but they wouldn't whoop and holler and tell her to take her shirt off.

Aw, you wish.

With that resolve - and the mild disappointment that came with it - Elise walked up to the saloon doors and went inside.

--3

Elise entered, her green-and-blue hide in brilliant contrast to the muted, tired browns of wooden floors, posts, and beams, and she realized that she couldn't have been more out of place. From a jukebox, a country and western singer drawled about them good old days back home, and Elise had a melancholy thought of hanging out with Tucker and making fun of an old movie, accompanied by a chill. She felt truly lost, and the fear that came with it was sudden, but brief.

As all of the eyes in the saloon turned on her, male and female alike, Elise saw they were all horses. All of them, save for a pony (who was still larger than Elise). No mules, no donkeys, and certainly no zebras; just horses. Stallions and mares. They ogled Elise like the dumbly grinning outsider that she was.

Elise was grinning because she had a supreme interest in stallions. An event from the past, long since merely fodder for a good masturbation fantasy, had imbued her with a mighty respect - and hunger - for those most muscular, virile, and hung of creatures.

With some great focus that seemed more like instinct, her body's own way of snapping her out of a trance, Elise began to walk. Her vacant expression evened out into something more presentable, and she headed for the bar.

Questioning equine eyes from every corner of the saloon followed her in careful scrutiny; studs with fine mares at their sides looked only in curiosity (or so they made it appear), but the single stallions watched her with coy grins and lecherous licks of their lips; a few of the married or otherwise taken studs eyeballed Elise so lewdly, too. The underlying fact of the matter, then and forever, is that men are horny bastards, and horses are ten times the man any other creature is. Their interest in the new meat was not at all abnormal.

Elise stopped at the bar, where only two stallions sat, the both of them solo, and on nearly opposite ends of the bar. Behind its' old, unvarnished wooden surface stood another stallion, this one clearly the elder of his patrons.

From what Elise could see (what wasn't obscured by his dress pants and fine linen shirt), this man was an athletic creature, just as any horse was apt to be. His body was solid black, and the only deviation was on his snout, where gray topped his muzzle and matched the bare flesh of his nose. His eyes, half-lidded and bagged as they were, appeared to be tired and quaint, but they were arguably the most intelligent in the entire place; he regarded Elise calmly, not with the lewd mental undressing of every other horse. Put on the spot, Elise guessed he was in his forties, closer to thirty than fifty, and in that guess, she was correct.

"Evening, young miss," the black stallion said, his tone cordial, but it was not southern; he was more Midwestern than anything else. "You look a little bit lost."

Elise giggled, a sound of amorous schoolyard antics, and she nodded slowly. "I guess I am, yeah..."

"Well, I can help you with that, miss. I've known these roads longer than most of these boys and girls have been breathing." He glanced around at the boys and girls he spoke of, and largely, they returned to their business, but they didn't abandon all interested in the outsider, and justifiably so. Something was odd about her; some could see it, others could smell it, and the less perceptive were just ignorantly curious - or they got clandestine bumps and whispers from their more intelligent friends.

"Cool," Elise said, leaning over the counter. Unconsciously, she flagged up the long, tapering length of her swishing tail, and she presented her ass, clad in snug blue jeans that accentuated her body with sinful efficiency. "I'm trying to get on the highway."

"The highway, huh," the bartender said, his lips twisting into a friendly smile, "well, you're not too far off your mark, in that case. You want to head out onto the road there, and keep going east - out of the parking lot, pull right. Go that way a few miles, you'll find a side road on the left. Take that, and you'll pull right out onto the highway." The black stallion put his heavy hands on the counter, and then he looked down at Elise, whose eyes had taken on a peculiar glaze. "Are you all right? Could you do with a glass with a water...?"

For two long, awkward seconds, Elise stared vacantly at the black stallion. The smell of the place was getting to her; bikers, especially big, muscular, sweaty ones, were apt to reek of whatever musk their flavor was in. These studs were no different, and their scents had already started to play hell with the lizard girl's wants and needs. She looked up at the bartender, his directions lost to her absence of thought, his offer of water similarly wasted. "Huh?" she finally said, and one of the studs at the bar snerked in laughter.

It was that laugh that broke Elise out of her brief trance, but it also left her blushing hotly. She was all too aware of how potent the equine musk was. The stallions exuded such a masculine stink that she couldn't help but grow wet, and she was steadily dampening her panties. "Um, uh," she mumbled, and then she emitted a soft, helpless whine, a noise that sounded like nnh! It punctuated her desire - and the inability to act upon it. "Where is the restroom?" she managed to ask, looking the bartender in the eyes uneasily.

The bartender raised a healthy, large hand and pointed to his left. "See the hall there? Down to the end. Ladies' room is on the left, you just can't miss it." He smiled charmingly, as if to help whatever apparently crippling social anxiety the lizard seemed to have. It was a sweet and genuine smile, the kind that said nobody's going to hurt you here - now tell me what's wrong, sweetie.

Elise wished he'd stared and ogled like the others. There was something about that handsome, older man that made her want his wise tongue on her cunt. "Thanks," the lizard said offhandedly, trotting for the restroom just as quickly as she could, her tennis shoes kicking up small plumes of dust as she did. It shouldn't have surprised her, but the scent of musk and masculinity only got stronger when she stepped into the restroom's hallway, a dilapidated run of plank floors and timber walls that terminated in a single door. In worn-thin paint, the words

MEN'S ROOM

adorned said door. To the left was the aptly-named ladies' room, but Elise hadn't even heard the bartender mention the door on the left, and its' color blended so well with the wall that, hot and nervous as she was, she didn't notice it. She pushed open the men's room door and stepped through; the door had no latch, it simply swung back and forth, but settled more-or-less back into its' threshold after a few squealing swings on its' old and poorly-oiled mechanism.

--4

The men's room didn't smell like anything offensive, but the scent of horse musk - stallion musk - was overwhelming.

Elise walked past the urinals, recessed into the wall adjacent to the stalls, and therefore not apparent enough that she noticed them. She knelt, and she hastily peered under the stalls; spotting no feet, she took to one, dropped the seat and the lid in a noisy plastic-on-porcelain smack, and then she dropped her pants just the same. They pooled around her ankles as she sat down on the cold, plastic lid, but the temperature didn't even occur to her, being a cold-blooded reptile.

Elise slid a hand down into the front of her panties - she kept them on, it seemed more thrilling that way - and she wedged her cunt full of three fingers; it made her gasp and splay her legs, pulling her slacked jeans taut, sneakers scraping on the floor. "Oooh, gawd," she whined, leaning back on the sturdy tank of the toilet. She started to pump her fingers in and out, their movements fast and furious, matching the pace she daydreamed at.

It came as no surprise that the handsome bartender was the epicenter of her fantasy. Even in the taboo confines of the restroom - which, in her fantasy, she ironically imagined to be the men's room - he knelt before her as she was, and he remarked in his sweet, neutral tones what kind of a naughty girl she must have been to come into a biker bar just to rub one out. And then she wasn't fingering herself; her panties were gone, and the bartender's long, broad tongue was exploring the deepest reaches of her cunt. Elise started to inarticulately moan the praises of his tongue, and in reality, she began ruthlessly assaulting her g-spot.

With all the suddenness of a film cut, Elise wasn't sitting back on a lidded toilet, getting her cunt eaten by an older and experienced professional, because now she was out in the floor of the saloon, sitting up on the bar. No clothes remained on her slender, reptilian body, and her nipples were hard, just as her cunt was damp, dripping with honey and radiating its' warmth.

The bartender lined the boys up, and they stood in formation, bodies rigid, arms at their sides, cocks hard as iron. It was the world's sexiest army, and at the bartender's command, they took turns plowing her, reaming her in all three holes, leaving each splattered with their jism, inside and out.

In the real world, Elise squirmed, panted, whined, and groaned, her fingers drilling her cunt without mercy or care, her body tensing up for the bliss that was an orgasm. Her free hand, once holding onto the barren toilet paper dispenser, had since crawled up under her halfway-snug shirt, and it clutched a naked breast, squeezing and groping with the same ferocity she was showing her cunt. The self-abuse paid off explosively; Elise gasped and arched her back, and then she came - the orgasm erupted into, and then out of her body, and she announced it with a whimper. Huffing, rendered momentarily satisfied and exhausted, she fell slack on the lid of the toilet, her fingers almost knuckle-deep in her drooling snatch.

And then the door squealed open.

--5

In a moment of embarrassment that bordered on a caricature, Elise straightened her shirt and adjusted her panties. She looked for the toilet paper to clean her fingers off on, but she found none, and so she smeared her juices off on her thigh, where they left a sheen. Then she settled against the toilet tank, making not even the slightest motion, her jeans still around her ankles, her cunt obscured only by saturated panties.

A pair of booted feet clomped calmly along the plank floor, carrying their owner to the wall of urinals.

Elise thought, up until that point, that she was in the ladies' room, and that one of the mares about to step into one of the stalls. Then I can just flush the toilet and leave - it's gonna be easy, smooth. Yeah.

Elise's head was clearer after the orgasm, and maybe she was even a bit more lucid than usual in her afterglow, but it was a doomed plan as soon as she heard two very striking noises. First was the zzzzzzt! of a zipper's fly, which wasn't all that unusual, but then she heard unmistakable splashing, the sound of piss hitting a urinal. And then, as if to dispel Elise's meek and pitiful thought that she wasn't in the men's room, she heard a long and obviously male sigh of relief. One thought, tiny and terrified, rolled through Elise's head: oh, crap.

('t panic don't panic don't panic don't panic don't panic DON'T pani)

No matter how much she repeated the mantra in her head, it didn't sink in. If anything, she just became more frenzied. Her pants were still around her ankles, and pulling them up and zipping them would have drawn immediate attention to her. She doubted if a man would pester another man in a bathroom - toilet etiquette said no - but she didn't want to take the chance. So she stayed huddled on the toilet, and she prayed for a graceful exit from the situation.

"Goddamn, that water is cold," the stallion said after he zipped up, and he answered his quip with a small chuckle.

Deep, too, Elise thought, cracking a wan smile that quickly vanished.

After flushing, the stallion washed his hands, a surprise to Elise. Following that, he dried his hands on a washcloth hung nearby, one of dubious cleanliness, and he finally started for the door - but then he stopped. A twinge of a scent had caught him by the nose, and it wasn't at all the kind of smell he expected to find in the men's room. Not beer piss, not anything considerably more nasty than that. It was a distinct smell, a poignant one that any man could smell from a mile away: pussy.

He turned on his heel, his boot's sole scraping on the wood, and he slowly and deliberately clomped to the stalls, sniffing the air intently. Like a bloodhound chasing a criminal, he came right up to Elise's stall, and his shadow blocked the light coming under the door.

Oh, crap, Elise thought again.

(panic panic panic panic panic)

The stallion grabbed the door by its' outside handle, and he gave it an authoritative tug; the tired old bolt didn't break, but the rotten wood that it sank into to lock did, splintering away. The door flew open, revealing Elise, pants around her ankles, back to the toilet tank. The stallion stared down at the prone lizard, and already, he was pitching a tent for her.

"Lookit what we got here," the horse said with a voice that grinned but a face that did not. Leaning on the rickety, creaking frame of the stall door, he looked like a playground bully in the midst of terrorizing kids half his size.

His stature and apparent demeanor weren't lost on Elise, who sat trembling, kept just barely decent by her saturated panties. "I picked the wrong bathroom," she blurted out, and it spurred the horse to a sudden, single-syllable laugh, a throaty hah! that resonated even in the spartan, wooden confines of the restroom.

"Wrong bathroom, huh? Goddamn, I'll say. I don't even think you know how the fuck a bathroom works, girl - looks like you're peein' through your underwear and the toilet seat." The horse pushed off the stall's frame - which dangerously sagged at this sudden exertion - and then folded his arms across his barrel chest. He looked down his snout at the blushing, ashamed lizard girl in a way that saw her put her head down, but his game was one of cat-and-mouse; he knew the liquid that soaked the girl's panties was anything but piss. He knew the scent of a good, ready pussy. "So what're we gonna do about this silly little mix-up?"

"Forget it and let it go?" Elise offered, smiling up at the stud; his face remained unamused, and she returned her gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I just..."

"You just what? Huh?" A coy grin started to spread across the stallion's lips. Where there was once only dark brown fur, an unnerving crease of white, flat teeth appeared.

"I really like horses, I think, I guess - you know?" Elise looked up yet again, hoping to offer the stallion another disarming smile, but she was instead stricken by the lewd implication of his toothy grin. This time, she didn't look away, not even to the all-too-obvious bulge in the stud's pants.

"You, like, guess and think and stuff that you really like horses," the horse said in a deadpan parody of an ohmigawd! valley girl, which Elise was certainly not, but had nevertheless come across as. The stallion's arms fell from his chest, and his grin lessened to only a tightening curve of his lips, no teeth exposed.

It was that grin which had transfixed the lizard girl, and now she let her eyes wander to some degree. She took in the clothes he wore on his upper body; a wife beater in a shade of white, a tattered and sleeveless leather jacket-turned-vest over it. It gave her an unobstructed view of those muscular, vein-addled arms of his, his biceps thicker than her thighs. Coarse, brown-hued fur thickly covered his hard flesh, and its' sheen made it appear like a wave in the dull, incandescent light of the bathroom. The lizard muttered something, perhaps some attempt at a coherent reply to his obvious mocking, but she wasn't even aware of it.

"Well, shit. This puts me in a real awkward position," the horse sighed, and at this same moment, he reached down and unbuckled his belt.

As though she were trained for just that stimuli, Elise's pulse and breathing quickened, and her eyes widened, though subtly. She watched intensely as the stud slid down his zipper, and she licked her lips while he undid the button. And then, with no use of his hands, merely a soft gyration of his hips, the trail-worn jeans fell to the dusty planks beneath, treating Elise to a stunning cock bulge.

The stallion wore briefs, and though their material was stained, it was only with dirt and motor grease. The lizard doubted if a biker like him changed his clothes very often, and in that, she thought that his outfit must have been unusually clean, but these were idle thoughts. They occupied a part of her rationality that was almost completely out of commission, overruled by her primal, reptilian lust.

The great bulge of the stud's cock was curled in the confines of the briefs, dying to be freed of the snug fabric. It was to achieve this, but not at its' owners hands, for the stallion stepped into the stall, in between Elise's splayed legs. He planted one heavy hand on the wall behind the toilet, and he grinned his toothy grin down at the lizard girl. "Ya know what?" he asked.

"What?" Elise murmured, her eyes not on the incredibly gratifying cock-bulge, but on the stallion's lewd and sinister eyes.

"Getting my dick sucked usually works as a real good bribe. Keeps my mouth shut - kinda shit a girl in your position might wanna know." Adding punctuation to his statement, the stud thrust his groin into Elise's face.

The lizard recoiled instinctively, but wished she hadn't; the musky, capacity-exceeded groin pouch of the stud's briefs would've smacked into her face just perfectly.

"Oh," she replied, her blush bright and blue, her panties getting even more wet. She didn't need to be told anything else; bright was not at all an accurate word for describing her, but in matters of horse dick, she could read between the lines like a professional - though the ones the horse had defined were miles apart, something she might have acknowledged had she not been so occupied. Hastily, the reptile hooked her fingers in the waistband of the stallion's briefs, and she yanked them down.

The stud's cock was only half-erect, not yet out of its' hibernation, and so it didn't spring free of the elastic. Instead, it more tiredly flopped out, but it bounced hard on the curve of the balls below, and it swung up like an elephant's trunk, speaking volumes of its' weight. When the elastic cleared the stallion's heavy and furless balls, those also jiggled free, hanging low and in asymmetry.

Elise first grabbed those balls and pawed at them with lust and fascination. Horse balls, yes, I love these - they're full of all that jizz, she thought, these mental remarks coming in crude and immature bursts, but it was surprisingly high reasoning for a girl so intoxicated on musk and the idea of what was to come.

Reminiscent of his four-legged ancestors in a stable stall, the stallion scraped a booted foot on the floor, snorted a hot plume of breath down onto the lizard girl's head, and then he lashed the long, untrimmed, but naturally handsome shock of his tail.

Elise was all too aware of the dominion and raw power in those gestures, and they were but one of the many reasons she loved horses. Now, she clutched his shaft in the soft hide of her hands, rubbing up and down its' largely uniform length, though her motions were slightly interrupted going either way by the medial ring.

When the natural, sweaty moisture of the stud's crotch began to wear thin, she rubbed over the flared tip, and she coated her palms in his pre; she pressed one palm into the piss slit, and she rubbed over the body of the flare with the other, milking the lubricant out, along with a generous assortment of heated moans and familiar snorts. Elise used the stud's natural lube to better masturbate him, but she didn't keep entirely to such teasing pleasures, for once the stud's meat was fully engorged, she lifted it to her lips, licked them once, and took him in.

--6

The stallion didn't grunt or moan as Elise expected; rather, he snickered and widened his grin, and he lay his free hand upon the back of her head. While Elise gleefully struggled to pop his flare into her throat, he threaded his meaty fingers into the cute, green mop of her hair, and with this purchase, he gripped the back of her skull, dwarfing it in his palm.

Elise blushed brighter, her cheeks just about neon billboards of blue color. One pre-slickened hand stroked up and down what remained of the stallion's member - which was most of it, but this was slowly becoming less and less - and she palmed the plump, smooth bag of his scrotum with the other.

Again came the snort, and the stud scraped and kicked on the floor, too.

Elise was especially aroused by those feral gestures. Those were so unconscious, so raw, so animal, and she knew that she was the cause of it all. Spurred on by her influence over the stallion, she started to suck upon what was already buried in her mouth and pushing down her throat. Like a pipe cleaner, the stud's cock thoroughly reamed her throat, leaving a plus-sized Adam's Apple in what was ordinarily a cute, slim neck. Noisily, with saliva running down her chin and the horse's meat, Elise suckled and swallowed, palming and stroking with her hands on all of the erogenous flesh that she could.

The stallion softly asserted himself on the back of the girl's head, pushing and squeezing, reminding her of who was in charge, yet he was secretly of the opinion that she was at the moment. Maybe she really was a dull-witted bimbo who just happened to have the gag reflex of a sword swallower, but she nearly had his knees shaking, and his balls were drawing up to the warmth of his loins. Fuck this shit, he thought, kicking on the planks again, I gotta share this bitch. That bartender thought he was some hot shit for bringing in those husky-dog coed bitches. Wait'll he gets a load of this dingbat...

Reluctantly huffing and grunting, wearing an oh-face grimace, the stallion eased back, out of Elise's uncannily skilled, deep mouth.

Admirably, Elise gagged only when the flare exited her throat. After the stud was entirely out, she sat back against the toilet tank once again, rendered panting and blushing. He wants to fuck me now, she thought, and her pulse quickened again. That's the only reason he'd stop making me blow him like that. But Elise was mistaken.

The stud didn't zip up; he just stepped out of his jeans and briefs, having to work a bit to get them around his boots; the beater and the jacket stayed put. To Elise, he looked entirely natural bottomless. "C'mere, you," he said, snatching Elise by the arms. He pulled her in close, and then he hugged her to his hard body.

Elise grinned dully, and she leaned in for a kiss; she actually got one, but only a peck on his lips.

The stud didn't want to cuddle; he wanted to carry her, and he effortlessly did so, right out into the saloon.

--7

Elise didn't know what to expect when the stallion carried her out of the restroom, so she didn't struggle or ask questions. When they emerged from the hallway, only a few of the patrons looked over.

With her panties on but with her jeans hooked around one ankle, Elise had an air of comic indecency. Inversely, the big, brown stallion was not at all bashful; his erection was hard and proud, and he regarded those who stared with a grin.

Whispers passed like wildfire through the saloon as the stud took his prize to the bar. He sat Elise down on its' surface, and he stood beside her.

The handsome bartender from before didn't say a word; he just kept polishing the glass in his hand. He and the stud who had commandeered Elise shared a very knowing smirk, but that was it.

Elise was oblivious to any and all nuances happening around her; she was too busy blushing.

"So, I found this," the pants-less stud said, slapping a hand down on Elise's hip. She gasped, but the stud grinned. "Little bimbo was in the men's room, sitting on one of the toilets, with the lid down and her underwear up. I wonder what our lost little girl was doing in there," he deadpanned, putting his meaty hand on her thigh next. He kneaded the soft and fleshy hide there, coaxing a moan from her with no resistance at all.

"I know what she's gonna be doin'!" one of the stallions in the saloon howled, and a few others chuckled, some in humor, others in unsavory lust.

"Yeah, Louie, you gonna share the bitch?" called another, this one in the front, near the bar.

Elise got a good look at him. As far as horses went, he was visually unremarkable, but still an enormous and muscular thing; in a flash of what felt like memory but what could have been just her mind racing, she remembered seeing him next to a beautiful mare. They had obviously been together, but she was simply gone. In fact, all of the mares were just gone. It started to click in Elise's head that some kind of macho game was being set up around her, and that idea made her shiver in anticipation.

"I'm thinking about it," Louie murmured, sliding his hand up Elise's thigh. Unceremoniously, he groped the wet mound of her cunt, and she gasped, moaned, and rolled her hips into his hand. The room was suddenly dead silent, and the exclusively male eyes watched in lewd interest.

Louie looked from one side of the saloon to the other. It was a complete sausage-fest, and that was good. "All right - shirts are optional, pants aren't. Get those fuckin' dicks out. This bitch sucks like a vacuum cleaner." As many sounds of belts unbuckling, zippers unzipping and empty clothing flopping polluted the air, Louie lifted Elise beneath her armpits and set her on her feet, on the saloon's floor.

Elise watched with awe as better than a dozen stallions of assorted breeds and phenomenal endowment shed their clothes. A few undressed only from the bottom down, as Louie was; others shed everything, putting their muscular, throbbing bodies on complete display. One more adventurous soul stripped nude, and then put his crotchless chaps back on; Elise thought it was a nice touch.

All of the studs were in varying stages of erection; some sported full hard-ons, others were yet totally soft, and there was a full gamut between. After some talk and argument amongst themselves (which Louie took no part of), an orderly line formed, the most erect in front, while those near the rear of the line were given time to fluff.

Louie silently tugged Elise's shirt up and off of her, exposing her modest, naked breasts beneath it.

Taking this hint, the lizard did away with her panties herself, leaving her in just sneakers. She kicked away her jeans and panties, putting them in a pile with her shirt, and then she stood blushing and ready, a very happy, almost silly grin on her face. Her reptilian tail slowly swished, and she looked not into the eyes, but at the crotch of the first stud in line, a Tennessee Walker.

This stallion wasn't quite as hung as Louie, but he was beautiful just the same. Rendered in solid black, his thick and drippy member was as imposing as it was large, and Elise licked her lips.

"All right, ladies," Louie called, putting his heavy hands on Elise's shoulders, "rules are the same as always - nobody busts a nut. You think you're about to shoot a wad, you pull out and you're done. Don't like it? Get out now." After waiting a randomly-chosen few seconds with no departures, he gave Elise a push downward, and she dropped to her knees at the suggestion alone.

Louie's member brushed into the cute mop of the reptile's hair, and a thick glob of pre smeared down a few locks. "Our fair and noble leader here," he nodded at the bartender, smiling coyly, still polishing his glass, "got to call the shots last time when he scored us those slutty husky girls. I found this pussy. Means I make the rules. You do what I say if you want to get laid, everybody got that?"

The other stallions nodded, even the bartender, who had begun to step around the bar.

Louie beckoned the Walker, and the stud stepped up and offered Elise his cock.

Elise grinned and grabbed it with both hands. I need to ask for directions more often.

--8

Elise was always on the ball when it came to stallions, something she had reaffirmed with Louie, and only continued to prove with the handsome Walker. Pressing her lips to his flare and opening her mouth wide, Elise kept her head still and tugged upon the stallion's member, urging him to grind in, which he did.

As the thick flare rubbed over her tongue and butted up to the entrance to her throat, Elise paused, exhaled slowly through her nostrils, and then she urged the stallion forward with another tug. He eased in, that big bulge pushing into her throat with an obvious reluctance, but once it was headed down her throat, it was easy going for the both of them.

"Oh, shit," the Walker groaned, throwing his head back, his beautiful mane flopping along back of his neck. Just as Louie had, he scraped a foot on the floor, but the sound of a plantigrade foot was so much different than a hoof or a boot. It was less satisfying, having lost something primal, but Elise could manage without it. Besides that, some of the studs still had their boots on.

Ah, yeah, the boots - I love the boots, and the leather too... Almost as good as the cock, Elise thought, gobbling up more of the impressive, black dick halfway down her throat.

As the Walker's inches disappeared into the lizard girl's bottomless maw, that pipe-cleaner bulge became more prevalent in her neck than ever, but it only added to her appeal for the studs; it was proof that she could take them.

Not unlike what she'd done with Louie, Elise stroked over what wasn't in her maw, mixing it up by palming and squeezing the heavy beneath. The stud huffed, then he snorted up at the rafters, the blonde shock of his tail lashing over his muscular ass. "Christ, she's got a tight throat - I think we lucked out with this girl," he sighed, laying a hand on the back of her head.

"Doesn't she, though? A hell of lot better than a couple of husky bitches who wouldn't quit whining about how it's too big, it's too big!" Louie mocked, shooting a grin to the bartender, who was - as was par for the course - naked.

Elise couldn't see the bartender, not with her face coming up to the Tennessee Walker's washboard stomach when he pushed in completely, but he was simply gorgeous. Age hadn't stolen any of his masculinity; if anything, it just made him all the more mesmerizing.

"Christ," the Walker huffed, holding Elise's head flush to his hips, "I don't think this girl knows what too big means."

The lizard looked at the Walker out of the tops her eyes, her gaze almost a grin of its' own, but if she was trying to do so with her mouth, it was lost in the O that her lips were stretched into. Sucking loudly and deliberately, she spurred the stallion into a sighing moan and some small, unintelligible obscenity.

The Walker let his free hand join the other on the back of the lizard girl's head, and with them, he prevented her from bobbing; all he wanted was to feel that sucking, gulping mouth, and that was just what he got.

Still fondling the stud's balls, Elise put the brunt of her attentions on that equine meat. Though unable to bob, she swallowed frequently, only just suppressing the gags sometimes; something told her that stallions like them might enjoy her being in a little distress, though. Idle thoughts aside, she loved the steady drool of pre that ran down her throat, coating it like a lozenge might have, releasing warmth deep inside of her body.

"Nnh, gawd," the Walker huffed, tightening his grip on Elise's skull, but not to painful extremes.

Louie watched like a sentinel as the blonde stud trembled and panted, no longer doing so up to the rafters, but now down to Elise.

"Shit, shit, shit," the Tennessee Walker grunted, his face pulling itself into a tight grimace. "Ah, fuck, I can't take anymore of that; I'm gonna jizz," he said with reluctance in his voice, releasing Elise's head. Slowly and quietly, he eased back.

Unlike when Louie had exited her throat, Elise didn't gag. She just licked her lips after the fact, and then she rubbed her sore jaw. Behind her, her tail swished in obvious delight, as well as anticipation.

Before her face, the Walker's cock seemed larger, and indeed, it had swollen in her throat. She knew, with only a little bit more stimulation, that she would've gotten that hot and salty load she craved, but that member left her sight, and another entered it.

The stallion whose loins and ass were bare in chaps stepped up to Elise, his off-white body beautiful in its' muscularity and the simplicity of its' colors. He offered his mottled, pink-and-black cock to her, and she forgot all about the Walker.

--9

When Elise wrapped her hungry lips around the chaps-clad stud and sucked her way down his throbbing erection, that stallion let out a low, content groan, and he set a hand on the back of her head. With the other, he squeezed his own hip in a masculine manner, and he gazed down his barrel chest to enjoy the sight of his mottled penis steadily disappearing.

What Elise's hadn't yet gotten past her lips, she instead stroked and palmed with her soft-hide hands. The stallion snuffled and scraped his bare feet on the floor, but it was actually Elise who was enjoying the touch more. The sensation of such hard, veiny flesh throbbing under her worshiping hands was something she never got used to, and she hoped she never would.

Soon, the off-white stud's cock penetrated Elise's throat, that flared tip grinding down the snug passage to her stomach. As it was invariably going to do, it bulged the girl's pretty neck, but the sight was just an arousing promise to the other stallions.

The reptilian slut's nose pressed into the stallion's musky crotch, and drool uncontrollably ran down her chin, as well as down the stud's meat, onto her breasts and his balls, too, leaving everything with a lewd sheen. The stallion rubbed with fondness on the back of the lizard's head, but when she began to suck with all skill, he tossed back his head and moaned. Lashing his tail, pouting his chest out in obvious posturing, he looked beautiful, but the sight was lost on Elise; she was taken in by more important things.

Louie knelt down behind Elise, and he conveyed his intentions to the girl quickly. Though his shaft benignly frotted into her back and his balls rested on the base of her tail, his hands were the real players there. In those strong mitts of his, he palmed her modest breasts and tweaked her stiffened, blue nipples, coaxing shivers and groans from the lizard.

Elise pleased the stallion in her throat even more, a direct result of Louie's ministrations. The more he rubbed her modest boobs and pinched her nipples, the deeper she bobbed and the harder she sucked. Her own hands played with the chaps-wearing stallion's balls, rolling and rubbing them as much as she desired, and the stud responded to her needy touch with huffs and snorts befitting a wild stallion.

"How's the bitch doin' for you?" Louie said in a low tone, running a hand down the front of the lizard's body. He slid his meaty fingers into the crook of her legs, and he sank one digit into her wet, spasming cunt without invitation or warning.

With a little squeal that was only positive, Elise shuddered and tensed before strengthening her efforts. Noisily, sloppily, she sucked for all she was worth on the mottled cock in her mouth, and she rubbed those smooth balls and his inner thighs intently.

"She's good," the off-white stallion simply replied, soon clenching his teeth. "Fuck, too good. Son of a bitch, he sighed, rolling back his eyes. As reluctantly as the Walker before him, he eased his member back, out of the lizard girl's talented maw. When he was free of her lips, a trickle of his pre fell onto the bare planks below with an audible splatter.

Louie grinned at the sheer volume of the off-white stud's pre. There was nothing homoerotic about it - he just appreciated how the other boys had been filling the girl up, and the fact that she was taking it so easily. Gonna be a good night, he told himself, pumping his finger knuckle-deep into her cunt, pulling it out only after grinding it in at the apex. Her juices ran down his hand (and even his arm to a lesser degree) in copious rivulets, leaving his fur with a sheen. A really fucking wet one, too...

The next stallion came up without Louie's blessing, but the big, brown stud seemed occupied with the lizard's cunt anyway.

Not at all coincidentally, Elise was distracted, too. She pressed back into Louie, panting and shuddering, speaking no articulate words.

Louie apparently rewarded her eager behavior by adding a second finger. Those two thick, pumping digits of his filled her as well as the cock of a man of her own size, and she loved it without question.

--10

The next biker stud up to bat caught Elise's attention and opened her eyes by smacking the flared tip of his penis into her cheek. There, it left a thick strand of pre that took several seconds to run.

Elise looked at the new stud with a vacant, yet subtly guilty expression and a blush that was almost glowing. She looked up the length of his entirely nude, herculean body, and she licked her lips at this sight. He was brown, not unlike Louie, but rather just than that one shade, he was also splotched white on his flanks and his backside, as if somebody had spilled paint on him. His eyes were lewd, adding to the sneer on his face; Elise loved his expression.

The lizard girl lowered her eyes again, and she briefly went cross-eyed to gaze upon the new horse cock. It was mottled between pink and dark brown, this shade nearly black. The tip bore a wide, healthy flare, thicker than the last, and it was incredibly drippy with pre.

Elise didn't waste a second more. Grabbing that cock up in her slutty hands, she palmed and groped the shaft while she (only briefly) struggled to negotiate the tip past her lips, and from there, into her throat. She eased it in by swallowing as it passed that threshold; it was counter-intuitive because she always thought, instinctively, that there wouldn't be anything behind the lump of that flare, and her body always tried to make her gag at that moment, but she had learned to suppress it. It wouldn't do for a stallion-hungry girl to have a weak gag reflex.

Closing her eyes, Elise trembled in her own pleasure, and the recipient of this fine deep-throating let out a low snort and lashed his black-haired, dashingly ungroomed tail.

This stud didn't lay his hands on the lizard's head, and he didn't grind into her face and try to fuck her mouth; he just kept his hands akimbo, sometimes balling them into fists, sometimes not. His soft snorts and sighs told her how well she was doing - which was quite well.

Like the three studs that had come before, Elise was a pro with her usual bag of tricks; she suckled hard as she took the brunt of that cock down into her throat, but she decided to forgo rubbing and stroking what wasn't yet in her mouth. Instead, she doted entirely on the heavy, smooth scrotum that hung beneath, savoring the feel of the stud's pulse through it. Dreamily, she imagined that she could feel the thick semen churning inside of those balls, and the idea sent a shiver up her spine - though it could have just been Louie's ever-insistent fingering.

For someone who clearly liked to call her a dingbat, the ringleader of the studs was possessive of Elise to the point of redefining the word. With two fingers, he reamed the lizard's cunt as deeply as he pleased. He twisted and pumped, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, and he was rewarded with a steady drool of honey that lubricated his antics and chilled his mitt.

Louie's other hand groped and rubbed on the reptile's breasts, alternating between the two, but with the same pleasures; sometimes he groped, rubbing his calloused palm into the soft hide. Other times, he simply tweaked and twisted upon the pert nubs of her nipples. All the while, his shaft ground into her back, his balls into her tail, a promise that he wasn't yet done with her.

Despite her involvement in pleasing the stallion before her, Elise couldn't resist Louie's aggressive molesting. It didn't distract her too much from the cock she sucked and the balls she fondled - when she was fucking a horse, nothing in the world could distract her - but Louie had her more worked-up than she could cope with.

Not that her pleasure was entirely on him; the musk, the oral fixation, the feel of the oversized genitals in her hands and the all-around thrill of it all had a heavy bearing on her pleasure, both physical and mental - but his pumping and teasing wasn't hurting one bit. Case in point, as Louie rubbed insistently over her clit and rolled her nipple as if tuning a radio, her legs quaked. Had she not been on them already, she would have fallen to her knees.

Grunting and even whining, Elise came with very little fanfare, but a great amount of liquid and clenching. The sudden rush of pheromones into the saloon slowly caught everybody's attention, but it was Louie who got the first whiff, and the biggest grin and most glazed eyes as a result.

"Goddamn, this bitch is wet - you fuckers smelling this? Give it a sec, let it waft on over there. This girl's got some damn fine pussy going on here," Louie snickered and grinned, lightening up his pumping, but he didn't stop entirely.

Elise, her cheeks simply radiant with blush, was still sucking and bobbing, but her actions had grown slow, taking on a certain lazy quality. Afterglow was rendering her work sloppy.

It didn't amount to much; the rush of reptilian pheromones and what pleasure Elise had already given him proved to be enough for the brown-and-white stallion. He started to grunt and groan tellingly, and he could feel his balls drawing up for the big finish. With the same lack of words he'd shown coming up to Elise, he rested a hand on the crown of her skull, and he eased her off of his member. Just as the stud before him, he painted the floor - and Elise's chin - with his overabundant pre, and he left a trail of it on the naked planks as he took to the sidelines.

--11

Next came another solid brown stallion, and with another pink-and-black cock that demanded attention. Grinning very coyly, he licked his lips and gyrated, flopping his cock before the lizard's face, so hard that it slapped into his own stomach.

Lazy and perceiving everything as surreal in the aftermath of her climax, Elise slowly grabbed the stallion's endowment, and she made to wrap her lips around it; however, _ Sweet Home Alabama _ came blaring, muffled, from one of the piles of clothing.

Several horses jerked their heads over to the sound, because of course more than one of them would have that ringtone, but most of them realized it wasn't for them after only a few steps closer.

One of the stallions, however, dove for the source. "Ah, fuck, that's my girlfriend!" he said with clear panic, digging in his pants while the song rattled on. Everyone stopped to watch for just a moment, and finally, he found it and answered it. "Yeah? Yeah. ...Yeah..." And then, solemnly, he hung up. "I gotta go home."

Louie snickered and groped one of Elise's breasts sharply - she gasped. "Hah. Your momma's callin' you, you pussy."

"Aw, fuck you."

"Hey! He's gotta go home! Everyone knows what that means, right?" Louie hollered, laughing.

Elise was no longer holding onto the big mottled cock in her face; she was stunned into silence.

"In the mug! In the mug! In the mug!" the stallions chanted, Louie included, bartender excluded, for he stepped back around behind the bar and knelt, then appeared with an old, leaded mug - and at the sight of it, the stallions cheered and laughed.

"Mug of shame!" Louie howled.

These guys are fucking crazy, Elise thought, not that she minded by then.

--12

After a cursory rinse of the dusty mug, the bartender handed it to the stud in question, who hung his head in abundantly clear shame. Under everyone's scrutinizing gaze (except for Elise's, which was purely one of confusion), he knelt against the bar; mug in one hand, cock in the other, he furiously masturbated.

"Ngh, shit," he snorted, "I always wind up filling the mug."

"Quit being such a pussy. Tell your mare no," Louie deadpanned.

"How many times have you been divorced, again, Louie?" the bartender calmly asked, smiling coyly.

"Twice. That third time didn't count, the minister didn't have a valid license."

Elise blinked.

Several minutes came and went in near silence; the only sound in the whole saloon was the wet slap of the ashamed stallion's hand on his cock. Elise was surprised that the stud could jerk off with everybody else watching.

"Ah, here it comes," he sighed with no enthusiasm, stroking harder and faster for a few seconds, his pace almost frantic. The first rope of his jizz shot forth, splattering into the glass, followed by squirt after squirt that filled it beyond capacity.

"Fill the mug! Fill the mug!" the bikers chanted, even the bartender. Elise got in on it, too, finding herself swept up into the chant. "Come on, fill the mug!" she shrieked during a lull in the chant; most of the stallions laughed at her enthusiasm.

When the shameful mug was full, the stallion walked over - his meat was still drooling with semen - and he knelt on one knee before Elise. He offered the mug as though it was a sacred chalice.

Elise grinned more dumbly than ever as she took the mug. There was no question of what to do, but the when she raised it to her lips, the bikers all told her anyway.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" They were laughing like trashed drunks, more so when Elise started to gulp down the equine seed, still hot and swimming with life.

"Hah!" Louie laughed. "Cum-guzzler! Fuck me sideways, look at her go! Look at the bitch go!"

Elise emptied the heavy mug in less than ten seconds. Great rivulets of the load ran down her chin and coated her breasts, but the effort was what counted.

"Taste good, bitch?" Louie murred, grinning, bumping his teeth to one of her ears.

"Ooh yeah," Elise shuddered. The horses had since calmed down a bit, no longer sounding off like noisy frat boys, instead just watching with that lecherous flair of theirs.

Louie squeezed both of her breasts tightly; the jizz on them was inconsequential. "Good, good," he rumbled. "Plenty more where that came from... And hey, you," he glanced at the disgraced stud, "get the fuck outta here. Better luck next time, eh?"

--13

While the ashamed stallion re-dressed, all the while looking longingly at Elise's body, Louie said, "I was thinkin'..."

"I fuckin' doubt it," said the dressing horse, just as he zipped up his pants. "Enjoy your slut," he deadpanned - yet that was exactly what the men intended to do.

"Yeah, try not to get run over by a fuckin' car!" Louie shouted after the stallion on his way out the door. Once he was out of earshot, and in a lower, more annoyed tone, Louie added, "Pussy-whipped loser."

"You were thinking...?" Elise broke in, turning her head to look at Louie, doing so with a cute smile.

The leader of the horses smirked and gave Elise's neck a gnaw with his flat teeth, while his hands squeezed the jizz-smeared mounds of her boobs. "Yeah, babe," he murred. Then, addressing the group in a much less sultry way than that, he said, "I'm getting fed up with all this waitin' for you guys to get your dicks slobbered one by one." What he said next was obviously aimed at the bartender: "I found the pussy, so I make the rules."

"So what, then?" asked the next stud in line, some beautiful, gray-furred thing whose species Elise couldn't place. He was impatiently clutching his dick, a menacing black bludgeon that drooled with equine pre.

Louie slid his calloused hands down the smooth hide of Elise's body, and he wrapped them around her thighs. Idly, the sides of his fingers brushed the lips of her snatch. "So we go at this shit more'n one at a time," he grinned. With literally everyone at attention, Louie stood up and stepped back. "Next three guys, get the fuck over here. She's gonna take turns blowin' and jerkin' off two of you, and one of you is gonna get down there and eat that pussy. Fight over it if you want."

That gray stud stepped up to Elise, and the blunt flare of his cock was inches from her lips, so close that she could smell the musk - and as a consequence, she could lightly taste it. He was followed by two more horses, one brown with a white diamond between his eyes. The third was all black, his coat shiny, but what distinguished him further was the fact that he still had his boots on. They talked amongst themselves in whispers for but a few seconds.

Grinning down at Elise, the stallion with the diamond moved beside the lizard girl, and he dropped down to his muscular ass, and then lay flat upon his back.

Elise had heard what Louie said; she knew what she had to do, and she didn't mind it at all. Grinning herself, she scooted over and straddled the brown stud, knees planted on either side of his head, facing away from the rest of his body. It was a tight fit, getting his long snout between her cunt and the floor, but - with her weight resting pleasantly on his nose - she was able to settle in.

Just as the brown stallion began to detail Elise's saturated, cold cunt with broad laps of his big tongue, the gray stallion and the black one with the boots stood side-by-side in front of her, their flanks bumping together. Without any detectible homoeroticism, they both draped an arm around the other's shoulders, and they looked down at Elise with expectant smirks.

Moaning and grinding downwards from the moment that lazy licking began, Elise grabbed both cocks. Both were solid black and comparable in size (which, belonging horses, meant both were massive), dripping with absurd amounts of pre which dribbled dangerously close to the stud licking down below (yet this didn't seem to bother him; either the studs didn't just like the ladies, or they were extraordinarily tolerant). "Gawd, I don't know which one to start with," she shuddered, giving one a tentative sniff, the other the tiniest of lollipop licks.

"Then just pick one, babe," the black stud cooed.

"Eenie-meenie," Elise said with a tiny laugh, and then she shrugged, and haphazardly wrapped her lips around the black horse's meat. The flavor of his cock was wonderfully musky, this masculine taste heavy and salty, appealing to Elise slutty instincts. She suckled on the flare that was the tip, and - making use of the slippery pre lining the shaft - she pumped its' length hard and fast. Each grope and tug on it made it disgorge more pre, and this she swallowed with clear lust.

Before the gray stud could complain, Elise pulled back and promptly engulfed him, instead, coaxing a long, low moan from his lips. As she descended several inches, she suckled hard and noisily, this wet sound audible throughout the saloon, bringing lewd grins to everybody. Her mouth wasn't doing all the work, though: she alternately pumped on those two studs, one in each hand, and this furious, alternating rhythm had her tits jiggling nicely.

It felt like a reward to Elise for all her good work when the stud below ceased his relatively tame surface licks and instead thrust his tongue past the lips of her cunt. While she shuddered and groaned, he slobbered indiscriminately across her tender, blue flesh, leaving his tongue saturated in her reptilian juices, his head swimming with her oversexed pheromones. As a result, his member throbbed, drooling and spurting pre that splattered on his own stomach, and sometimes just ran down until it soaked his balls.

Clenching on that writhing tongue, Elise pulled off of the gray stud and let out a long groan. "Ooh, yeah, you're really good with your tongue," she gasped for the brown stallion's sake; he grinned impishly, not that anybody could see it, and he squeezed her hips. "You guys both taste so great," the lizard sighed, grinding her cheek into the flare of the black stud.

Both the gray and black studs chuckled; the former petted the back of Elise's head, and he cooed to her, "Girl, if you like horse dick, you sure got lost at the right place."

"I'll say," Elise groaned, but the words were muffled; she was going down on that black stud when she said it. Nobody understood or cared what she said, least of all the two studs getting the best that her mouth and hands had to give.

Though not particularly innovative, Elise she was unrivaled in what she knew how to do - play with horse dick. Unhanding the gray stud, she focused entirely on the black one for those few moments; as she gulped hard, sucking on (and deep-throating) that big, black cock, she palmed the smooth balls, alternately rolling and squeezing them. The sensation of having so many thick, drippy wads of equine pre drooling down into her throat and the overbearing scent and flavor of the shaft itself was what she lived for, and she made this need apparent in her worship.

"Ngh, shit," the black horse growled, followed by a snort, "she sucks like a vacuum"

"Don't she?" Louie dryly asked. "Same rules as before. If you're gonna splooge, get lost."

"Yeah, yeah," the black horse huffed, threading his fingers through Elise's hair. For just a second, he thought, fuck that asshole Louie, I wanna jizz now, but he decided it was unwise; busting his nut now wasn't worth missing out on future fuckfests like this one. "Mmh, all right, sweetheart," he shuddered, pulling softly on her hair until she took the hint and began to pull back. "Shit, you're good," he grinned, giving her a rub on the head the moment his member flopped out of her mouth. He backpedaled two steps, the planks creaking under his boots, before turning on his heel and walking over to the bar, where he stood and waited with the others.

With only one stud left in front of her, the choice was simple, and Elise hungrily engulfed the gray stallion yet again. The reptile's sucking and slobbering was more voracious than ever, and her hands were just as bold as they groped and palmed on the remainder of that cock and the massive balls below it.

If Elise had to love just one thing, it was the horse cock - not just that one in particular, but in general. These bikers were some of the most masculine and musky men she'd ever had the good fortune to be molested by. It really was a dream come true for her, made better by the tongue burrowing deep inside of her cunt.

Making due with brutality in place of skill, that brown stud assaulted Elise's inner flesh with long laps, while his lips occasionally smooched and suckled upon her cunt lips and clit. He could feel her walls clenching and spasming, and the thick honey that dribbled into his mouth was almost enough to make a meal out of.

Intent on getting that pretty lizard girl to squirt for him, he reached up and squeezed her tits tightly, wrenching on them in a way that reminded her of Louie's grip, making her shudder. On those smooth, modest boobs, the congealing semen from the mug squished under his fingers, but - only nailing down just how strangely passive these bikers were - it didn't deter him. Whether he was that magnetically drawn to the girl or just very content in his heterosexuality, he palmed, squeezed, and otherwise totally molested Elise.

All of those ministrations paid off; Elise's slender body trembled, and her suckles and swallows on the gray stud were staggered. Clenching her eyes tightly in a grimace, squeezing tightly on the base of the gray stud's cock, she finally came. While her cunt gripped on that lucky tongue, writhing in pleasure like her whole body was, she squirted into - and around - the brown stallion's maw. The volume of her climax was incredible, even relative to the sheer amount of juice horses, male and female alike, could put out.

The brown horse groaned not unlike sexual gratification, but he wasn't cumming; he was just dazed and immensely satisfied by the blast to his face, which left his snout covered in a candy-coating sheen. With his head swimming in reptilian musk and his cock throbbing powerfully, he eased out from under the girl, his nose dragging along her saturated cunt and the tight little pucker of her asshole before he was free. Dizzy, almost buzzed, he sat up and then stood with a little difficulty, and then he took his place on the sidelines.

"Looks like it's just you and me for now, girl," the gray stud murred, grinning down at Elise, who still lazily suckled and bobbed, gradually recovering from her dizzying afterglow.

"Yeah, and hurry the fuck up," Louie grunted, glancing down at his own erect cock as if checking his wristwatch. "Let's get this cocksucking over with so we can get get to the good part."

A couple of the studs in line agreed in murmurs, as did some on the sidelines, but the gray one - with a casual stroke through Elise's hair - impudently said, "Blow it out your ass, Louie."

Surprisingly, Louie kept his mouth shut, but he folded his arms tightly across his chest, ruffling his beater.

Elise, however, was siding with the impatient stallions on that issue; she wanted the "good part," too. Shaking off the edges of her afterglow, she began to bob deeper and suck harder, the entirety of that huge, black dick disappearing into her mouth, only to reappear seconds later, then with a thicker sheen of saliva on it. Her hands, no longer able to molest the shaft with her mouth taking so much of it, instead moved to those thick balls; she palmed and rubbed them, stroking between them on the tender flesh of the scrotum, and even behind them, her knuckles brushing the stud's taint, but going no further.

Growling and snuffling, the gray horse leaned into Elise when she forced her head down on him, and he gave her soft rubs on the back of her skull. They may have been intended to be reassuring or just fond, but they felt dominant and possessive; fortunately, Elise liked that. "Yeah, get after my balls," he grumbled, grinning and bearing his flat teeth.

At this suggestion (or was it a command?), the lizard girl rubbed and stroked them all the more longingly, even squeezing them firmly, causing the stallion very small amounts of pain, but never enough to make him exhibit more than a hiss or a groan. It seemed that he liked it a little rough, more so when Elise unintentionally dragged her teeth across the flesh, causing no harm but sending shivers up the stallion's cock.

"Shit, shit, shit," he huffed, squeezing her head a little bit tighter, holding her face flush to his crotch. The way he arched his back and lashed his tail, it seemed that he was cumming. Every other sign pointed to that, too; his muscles clenched and he grimaced tightly, but he wasn't getting off; he was just damn close.

"That's good, babe," he sighed after finally unclenching his jaws, as he guided her back with a soft tug on her hair. When his endowment was free of her suckling, eager mouth, the tip (and her lips) dribbled copiously with a slimy mix of saliva and equine pre. Nobody knew where one ended and the other started. Nobody cared, either.

After a pat on the girl's head, the gray stud turned on his heel and joined the others at the sidelines.

--14

"All right - head count," Louie said, as he gave the swollen flare of his own member a squeeze. "One, two, three, four... And I guess five, counting you," he finished, sneering at the bartender, who just calmly smiled back. "I wanna get this shit moving along. Everybody's up."

Elise smiled tightly over to Louie, as the remaining five studs stepped up to her. "Um, hey," she uneasily chuckled, "I'm pretty good, but five guys at once?"

Speaking for Louie, one of the studs in the pack - a more slender, white creature with a brown-splotched flank - patted her on the head with his erect member. "Don't you worry your sweet lil' head, darlin'," he cooed, speaking in the most saccharine Georgian accent the girl had ever heard.

Seating himself on a bar stool, Louie sniggered and idly pumped his meat, looking like every other stallion lined up there. "Yeah, no shit. You made it this far without asking dumbshit questions, girl."

Elise didn't mind the derision; it went hand-in-hand with such masculine studs, adding to their sex appeal. Certainly, she would have enjoyed all of that horse cock even without such a colorful setting, but it made things so much better.

Taking the advice of the overtly southern stallion whose pre was smearing into her hair, Elise kept her mouth closed (or at least quiet), and she nuzzled intently into the stud's heavy, hairless balls, letting the scent of the musky flesh overtake her.

Even nearing the end of her afterglow, Elise was still very susceptible to that manly stink, made more potent by the sweat clinging to the flesh. Hungrily, she parted her lips, and she wrapped them around those heavy, black swamp balls. Despite there being no hope of fitting them completely in her mouth, she made a good effort, and she suckled upon what fit, cleaning the sweat from that tender, wrinkly hide, savoring the flavor of male musk.

The southern stallion let out a long sigh, and he lay both his hands on the back of the lizard's head. As he got his balls spit-shined by the eager reptile, two other studs took to either side of him, angling themselves in a way to face Elise, their swollen cocks - one pink, the other mottled with that color and solid black - throbbing enticingly. Between those and the long, black rod of that Georgian horse's, the reptile's face and head were quickly getting covered in viscous equine pre, leaving her well-marked.

Despite being so occupied, Elise was deeply curious as to how the two remaining studs (one being the dreamy bartender) would satisfy their urges. As it turned out, they took a novel approach, and it was one she admired the creativity behind.

The younger stud was a blonde-maned thing whose smaller size likened him more to a pony. Kneeling behind the reptile, he slid his shaft (which, relative to the other studs wasn't very large, but he was a horse, nevertheless) up in between the cheeks of her ass. He didn't penetrate her; presumably, that would have broken the rules. Hotdogging her was perfectly acceptable, and that was just what he did, grinding into the cool, smooth hide in the crack of her ass, while his hands roamed her belly and hips, avoiding the heavily-pasted mounds of her breasts.

It just briefly struck Elise (as she switched from that southern stud's ballsack to one of the others) that the pony's avoidance of her chest was strange. But, when the bartender knelt at her side, and she felt his strong, slightly calloused, but loving hand caress her chest, she understood. Not only that, but she was happy that the handsome, black bartender was the one who got to touch her chest; from the way he stroked over her modest boobs, rubbing his fingertips across her stiffened nipples, she could detect a great reverence in the way he behaved.

It wasn't any surprise that the most mature man in the entire saloon was more concerned with her pleasure than his. Even as she suckled hungrily on one of the younger stallion's ballbags, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and then he nibbled on the crook of her neck, making her melt and coo. As he gnawed there, he trailed his strong hands down her body, past her bellybutton, and in between her thighs.

All of the rough fingerings and tongue-fuckings Elise had gotten up until that moment were overshadowed by the way the bartender stroked along her damp folds, his fingers savoring the heat of her loins. Very slowly, he sank two fingers into her, while his thumb played across her clit, teasing and tormenting it, making her shudder and gasp.

"Mmph, gawd," Elise shuddered as she eased back from those heavy balls, a strand of saliva dangling from their wrinkled hide to her lips. She glanced at the bartender, who met her gaze with a gentle smile.

Awkwardly returning the smile, she reached down and took hold of the thick, black shaft that throbbed in his lap. As she groped it, she felt his pulse through it and she heard him groan ever so softly, but his slow, nearly worshiping pumping of her pussy didn't waver; he was cut from a different cloth than these bikers, for sure, and though she happened to like just how lewd and nasty the myriad young studs were, being the object of the bartender's affections was a wonderful change of pace.

Interrupting what was a strangely tender moment, the pony frotting up in-between the lizard girl's ass cheeks huffed, unoriginally but earnestly, "Jeez, you got a nice ass, babe."

"Ah, th-thanks," Elise stammered, breaking off her eye contact with the bartender. Switching to the one ballsack in front of her that she hadn't yet slathered in saliva, she set about accomplishing just that. While she doted on that sweaty flesh, they were all content to grind their members into her head and face, not caring when they happened to meet (but neither were they actively trying for that). Again, the random thought that the stallions weren't as straight as they acted bumbled its' way across Elise's scattered brain. It was as curiously hot as ever, yet it was also meaningless then and there, and she pushed it away as she had before.

"Shit, babe," huffed the stallion whose heavy, sweaty balls were being so thoroughly detailed, "you do private sessions? I gotta have you show my mare how to gobble my nuts up..."

"Fuck getting your balls licked," the pony grinned, clutching at Elise's breasts, left unattended by the old, black stallion, "this ass is where it's at."

Louie scoffed and sniggered. "You and that fuckin' hot-dogging. It's no wonder your mare fucks around on you - you probably spend more time just flossing her ass crack with your dick than you do banging her."

Though entranced by the bartender's slow, sensual pumping of her tight pussy, Elise cracked a wry grin (which was completely unnoticeable with her mouth full of equine flesh). More quickly, she pumped and squeezed on the bartender's meat, while her other hand stroked the thigh of the lucky stallion in her mouth.

"Aw, come on," the pony huffed, giving Elise's soft tits a tight squeeze, while his orgasm began to creep up on him, "can't a guy get away with liking ass?"

"Sure he can," Louie remarked, but with a big, coy grin. "But when pussy's right fuckin' there and all you do is go after that ass, well... Hey, nothin' wrong with being a faggot."

"Shit, fuck you," the pony grunted.

"Nah, but if that's the way you swing, that's cool," Louie sneered.

When the pony (who had conveniently ignored that remark) pulled back, huffing and shuddering, Louie decided enough was enough. "All right, that's it for this shit. In the cellar - you all know the drill!"

It was Louie's honor to carry the blushing, wet Elise down to the cellar, and as they walked, one of the dozen horny studs in line snickered, "Drill, indeed."

--15

Slung over Louie's shoulder, Elise's view was limited to Louie's strong back. He wasn't terribly gentle about carrying her, either, merely carting her down the steps to the cellar as if she were a burlap sack, but considering what she figured was coming, she could deal.

Ominously, Louie stepped into the middle of the cellar, a fairly expansive, dirt-floored catacomb populated by dusty casks of beer and crates of whiskey bottles. Coming after them for several seconds were the other stallions; some were barefooted, making little noise beyond the tired creaks of the steps, others made more authoritative thud with their boots, but all the same, the stallions filed into the gloom one by one.

The only light in the cellar was a sparse glow coming in from the upstairs, but the bartender rectified this by taking a match to the handful of gas lanterns staggered around the walls - from where he produced this match and on what he struck it was a mystery.

Amidst the flickering, moody light of the lanterns, Louie set Elise on the dirt floor, and then he glanced around at the lustily-grinning stallions with a small, impish smirk of his own.

Elise stood where she was deposited and idly twisted and ground her sneakers in the soil, studying the dozen mighty horses (and their mighty penises) with a bright, blue blush.

"We ain't gonna do this like we did with those husky bitches, where everyone just moseys in and starts humping - everybody was jizzing way too early," said Louie, speaking with annoyance and a perfectly straight face. "So, rules are pretty simple this time. First guys who got their dicks sucked are the first ones to get to fuck her."

"One at a time?" one stud asked; Elise wasn't looking his way and didn't know who it was.

"Mmh, nah," Louie grinned. "Two at a time, to start anyway. Hey - girl?"

"Um?" Elise mumbled back to him, grinning broadly, almost stupidly.

Louie ground his palms together, grinning back to her, and then he stroked through her sticky hair. "Us guys are civil," he said, smiling most coyly, "and we, uh, respect a girl's boundaries. We ain't rapists. Any holes off limits?"

Elise knew, at that particular moment, that everything was riding on her answer. If she said yeah, I don't like it in my X, then she'd be ruining what was undoubtedly a time-honored ritual. And so, with a confident smile, undermined by a bright blush, she shook her and answered, "Nope. Nothing's off limits."

There was a cheer and a raucous laugh, some high-fives, a couple of fist-bumps, and even a headbutt among two of the younger studs. When the clamor dulled, Louie sniggered and tickled under Elise's chin. "You gotta be really fuckin' fun at parties, baby. All right, boys. Hit it."

While Louie stepped back and sat his naked ass down on a stack of crates, two studs stepped up. They were - after Louie - the first two stallions Elise had become familiar with that night. The Walker, and the off-white stud in the open-rear chaps.

Easily cooperating, these two studs got the lizard girl just the way they wanted her; the Walker sat down in the cool dirt floor, his back up against a support beam, and he pulled the reptile down into his lap. "C'mon, baby," he cooed to Elise, his heavy hands on her hips.

Facing away from the Walker, Elise descended on the blonde-maned stud. In her eager hand, she held his member as she forced her tight cunt down around it, spreading her folds almost uncomfortably wide. Briefly in pain, she hissed and clenched her eyes shut, but the discomfort was brief and inconsequential; when she felt the pipe-cleaner bulge of the flare spreading her open, and as she settled down flush to his strong hips, she let out with a low, long coo of pleasure.

It was a sentiment the Walker echoed. "Mmh, yeah. That's some nice, wet pussy," he grinned, rubbing along the girl's flanks and belly with his strong fingers.

"Bet it is," the chaps-wearing stud smirked, stepping up to straddle the Walker's legs.

By then, blowjobs were old hat for Elise and the studs alike, and so when he flopped his erect meat down on her short snout, there was no tension or uncertainty. The reptile just grabbed that great equine cock in her hands, and (while groping and squeezing) she guided it into her mouth. She took the chaps-wearing stud right down into her throat with practiced ease, and her technique was merciless. Sucking and slurping with her mouth, palming and squeezing with her soft hands, every ministration was an impatient attempt to make the stallion cum.

Meanwhile, showcasing an unlikely dexterity, an ability to focus well (but only with horse cock at stake), she rode on the Walker with skilful bounces, each rise and fall dragging her wet, dripping cunt all along the stallion's endowment. Her honey ran in thick rivulets down his shaft, soaking into the coarse fur around his massive genitals, leaving a sheen on the naked flesh of his balls.

"Holy shit," the Walker huffed, reclining back against the timber beam, his eyes drifting closed. "This girl's got one hell of a box on her..."

While watching the younger studs have their way with Elise, the bartender sidled up to Louie, grinning coyly. "So, what's next? Is everyone just gonna fill her up any way they please, or are you going to try to outdo my huskies?"

"You lame old fuck," Louie said with a literal snort and a lewd squeeze on his own balls, "I could outdo those fuckin' huskies you got us in a Chinatown fish market." Then, louder, so as to be heard by all (though everyone caught his last remark, anyway), "No jizzing in the fuckthing - same shit applies as earlier." The groans started, but Louie held up a hand. "Incentive to hurry it up! Once everyone gets up to the edge again, in the," he snickered, "orifice of their choosing, then everyone lines up and we paint the bitch white."

After a mild but unanimous agreement, everyone returned to watching the Walker and the chaps-wearing stud going at Elise in full force.

Smiling naughtily, the bartender quietly and casually remarked to Louie, "I would've said everybody packs into her ass two at a time and cums in there."

Louie looked at the bartender with surprise, and then his eyes glazed with deep thought.

"Yeah," the old stallion winked, "I can be as nasty as you young bucks. And no, you can't change your mind now." He grinned and said, "Should've put more thought into it first, maybe."

"Rrr, shit!" the Walker gasped, grabbing Elise's hips tightly to stop her. "Fuck, girl, you gotta quit bouncing that pussy on me... I'm gonna bust my nut otherwise."

Elise considered getting the stud off just for the hell of it - she wouldn't have minded having a hot, equine wad in her - but in the interest of cooperating, she ceased her riding and pulled up and off of the stud.

A massive gush of stallion pre and reptilian juices followed, giving the stallion's dick one last, loving drenching before its' owner scooted out from underneath her, his butt leaving marks in the dirt.

It was a happy coincidence that the stud in chaps was just as close; it made it easier for the next batch of studs to cleanly switch out, and it would help move things along.

"You're good with that throat, baby - you got me there again," he sighed, lashing his tail in a blend of sexual contentment and frustration. Holding on to the back of the lizard's head, he pulled his shaft free of her gobbling, hungry maw, and he took to the sidelines, feeling like his sex drive might boil over. "Jeez," he grinned to the nearby Walker, also blushing and huffing from near-release, "never thought I'd be jealous of the guy who filled up the mug."

--16

Well aware of the order they'd had the girl in, sticking to it like a code of honor (Elise guessed that the reprimands for disobeying probably involved blue balls), the three next studs in line came up for their turns. Among them was the handsome brown stallion with the white splotches, the solid gray stud, and another in brown, the one who had a diamond of white between his eyes. Each stared at Elise with hungry eyes but largely straight faces, and their gargantuan shafts throbbed heavily, each drooling large amounts of pre.

Standing apart from the Walker and the stud in chaps, this trio didn't really cooperate, they just took what they wanted in a descending order of dominance.

First to claim Elise was the white-splotched stud with the bad attitude. After he flopped onto his back close by Elise, but before the plume of dust and dirt he tossed up had even settled, he was roughly negotiating the lizard into his lap. Quickly and somewhat cruelly, he impaled Elise on his throbbing, mottled cock, making the girl gasp and groan, but only in pleasure; he watched her modest chest pout out in such arousal, and he savored the clenching walls of her pussy with a smirk.

It wasn't until the splotched stud was settled in just the way he wanted that the other two closed in. They had a brief word amongst themselves (which ended with a chuckle), and then the brown stallion with the diamond marking stepped over their more domineering friend, his feet akimbo to that horse's wide torso. This put him at the perfect height to give Elise his shaft, which she had not yet tasted that evening; predictably and hungrily, and even as she bounced on the splotched stallion, Elise engulfed that thick member in her mouth, took it down to the very base, and began to suckle and bob hard, while her hands occupied themselves on his low-hanging balls.

Wearing a wide and content grin, the gray stallion knelt down behind Elise and between the splotched stud's widely-splayed legs. Grasping her hips, he ceased her bouncing for the moment, and he spread the tight cheeks of ass wide, exposing the tight, blue-colored pucker in between them; Elise shuddered at the feel of the cool basement air on her asshole, and her dexterous tail flagged upwards in clear invitation

"Cute little butthole you got, babe," he murred, pressing the massive flare of his dark meat to it. In place of a more traditional lubricant, or even a second-rate coat of slobber from a rimjob, his overabundant equine pre did the trick nicely, and he ground his tip all around her entrance to ensure that she was good and slick.

After releasing Elise's ass cheeks, he smiled coyly at the sight of them staying wedged apart by his shaft. "You ready?" he asked, reaching around her supple body; his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts, but he didn't cup them.

Elise made no verbal reply, but she pushed against that menacing cock. The feel of that huge flare against her pucker made her blush and shiver, but like anything else involving sex (and especially with horses), she was no stranger to it.

Taking Elise's wiggle back as the yes that it was, the gray-furred stallion wrapped a hand around his shaft (leaving the other just beneath the girl's breasts), and he pressed forward. His massive flare spread the girl's pucker open very slowly, entirely out of necessity. He observed his entry with a dull grin, loving the contrasts in color and size, not to mention just the base sight of her tight asshole stretching wider and wider to admit him.

Oh, fuck...! Elise thought, her eyes going wide as the penetration began, but they drifted closed as she grew used to being spread open so far. Before too much longer, she emitted a coo around the diamond-marked stud's cock, which she meanwhile suckled and slobbered with undistracted skill.

When the gray stallion's flare was finally beyond her entrance, sinking deep into her body, her posture relaxed, and she felt the first twinges of anal pleasure. In that moment, she began to steadily ride the white-splotched stallion, giving the gray one ample time to adjust his own rhythm. In a short time, all three studs were enjoying themselves very much, and Elise was happy as the center of their attention.

"Mmh, yeah," the gray stud cooed, wrapping both of his hands around the girl's breasts, "this is one hell of an ass..."

"Got nothing on her cunt," the splotched horse growled, grinding up into the lizard's pussy, his calloused hands stroking her hips and thighs quite possessively.

The thought occurred to Elise again and again just how passive the stallions were about being up next to one another; she knew the two horses claiming her cunt and behind were letting their heavy, sweaty balls bump and grind into each other, but neither so much as blushed about it. As strange as she found the idea, though, she didn't find it unappealing.

Grinning broadly and letting loose with a long, content sigh, the gray-furred stud pressed his strong hips up to the lizard's ass. The sensation of being flush against her and feeling her cool hide was unusual, but the closeness was pleasant, as was her tight behind. However, he didn't stay buried in her like that for very long; half-closing his eyes, he began to slowly, but thoroughly rut the lizard's rear, and while he did, he gnawed upon her neck with his flat teeth, an affection she did her best to bare herself for.

Elise savored the feeling of having three large, throbbing members occupying her so completely. No part of her ass, cunt, or mouth was deprived of hot horse meat, and the absurd amounts of pre they drooled into her was enough to leave her feeling full in every hole. With her eyes closed, her lips sucking, and her hips bouncing, she was entirely lost in that moment, a ways from her next (and probably final) orgasm, but filled with sexual contentment anyway.

From behind, the reptile heard a snort, some soft-spoken words about her behind, and she felt the gray stud's hands grasp her breasts, eclipsing them, but kneading them lovingly all the same. She pushed back into his hips with a soft coo resonating in her throat, this winding up as a pleasure for the diamond-marked stallion down in her throat.

The splotched horse beneath gruffly rumbled and snorted, his sexuality the roughest of them all. By all rights, he figured (just on the basis of being a domineering asshole) that Elise's cunt belonged to him, and that the other two stallions having their turns with her were less important.

Really, as much as Elise loved horse dick any way she could get it, she did indeed have a special place in her heart for any stud that pounded her in the cunt, so she took his rough bucks well, and rewarded them with grinds downward of her own. This interrupted the gray stallion's rhythm a bit, but he still found it in him to keep up.

The diamond-marked stud with his cock down the girl's throat had the easiest time keeping his rhythm, and as his increasingly heated moans would suggest, he was getting there the soonest. With all the hot suckles and swallows on his member, not to mention the reverent squeezes upon his balls, he wasn't at a loss for attention from the girl. "Rrh, yeah," he grunted, his flat teeth showing in a grimace, "I bet you could suck a watermelon through a straw, baby." A moment after the remark (which Elise sucked a little bit harder for), he sighed, "Shit, I'm out," and he reluctantly slid his meat free of the lizard girl's throat, and her mouth proper a second later.

Elise was quick to swallow, downing a massive load of equine pre and her own saliva. Almost as much of both juices coated the stud's cock, which dripped all along the dirt floor in a trail (and just briefly, on the chest of the splotched stallion beneath) as he padded over to wait for the finale.

"'Bout fucking time you finished up," the bottom stud grunted, grinding up into Elise's snatch harder than ever (and without a cock in her mouth, the girl could, and did, moan quite loudly). "I got tired of staring up at your goddamn ass," he said with a snort, glancing over to the diamond-marked stud, who, in return, gave the flare of his cock a harsh, lewd squeeze.

"Bet it took you awhile, I didn't hear any bitching," the diamond-marked horse smirked.

While the two brown stallions shot back and forth with their remarks and unsavory gestures, the gray stallion hunkered down over Elise and rumbled pleasantly into her ear, leaving her trembling and cooing for reasons besides the penetration. Smoothly and easily, he fucked her, testament to both the girl's flexibility and the sheer volume of the horse's pre. "Mmm, heh, you wanna know the one downside to this?" he cooed, speaking right into her ear.

Riding proudly on the splotched horse beneath, who had since returned to focusing on the sex, Elise thought about that question for all of one second. Grinning, she answered: "That you can't jizz in me."

"Bingo," the gray stud chuckled, delivering a few more healthy, balls-deep grinds to the lizard before finally sighing. Wordlessly, he pulled back, exiting her with relative ease - though when his flare popped out of her, she gasped, and the feeling of his discarded pre oozing from her well-gaped asshole was shiver-inducing. After giving Elise a kiss on the back of the neck, the gray stud stood, and he moved to the sidelines.

Left alone with the girl for a few precious moments, the white-splotched stallion with the attitude made his move and had his way with her; he sat up, wrapped an arm around her, and hurled himself forward. This quickly put the girl's back in the dirt with a quick yelp from her, and it put the stallion on top. Bracing his strong hands on either side of the lizard, he started to bump his hips into hers again and again, experiencing her pussy the way he had wanted to all along. Every grind and thrust plowed him in to the very hilt, slapping his heavy balls into her tail.

For Elise, the recent intimacy with the gray stud was already fading into obscurity; ever the horny slut when horses were involved, all she could think about was going forward, of getting the equine cock she needed, and so she was fully into the splotched stud. The way he pounded her made her gasp and squeal, her sweet pussy taking the abuse well. Her musk emanated throughout the musty cellar, overpowering the dull odor of dust and cobwebs, but mingling with the equally-potent stink of testosterone and hot, sweaty stallions. It was their scents that filled her head, leaving her always swooning and blushing and hungry for more. Conversely, her scent toyed with the studs, making them all voraciously hungry for her.

"Fuck yeah," the splotched stallion grunted, grimacing tightly. His grinds were becoming hectic, his breathing coming in labored snatches. Curling his massive hands, his fingers left divots in the well-packed dirt of the cellar floor. His oncoming climax was obvious in every way possible, and when he finally pulled himself together and roughly yanked his meat free of Elise (this action earning a sharp gasp from her), it seemed he was about to cum anyway. His shaft lay on the girl's flat belly, the meat twitching, spitting its' pre all over her hide, breasts included.

"Sh-shit," he gasped, raking his fingers through the dirt one more time before sitting up on his knees. "Christ, girl," he sighed, and he pushed himself up to his feet, his cock still twitching dangerously. Huffing in near-release, he took to the sidelines, and the next stallions stepped up to the plate.

--17

Elise was still on the floor, reeling from the recent pounding, when the next trio came to have their way with her.

The first stallion was the handsome black creature whose similarly-hued cock the lizard had sucked earlier, and he knelt in-between her legs without any fanfare. Still hard, ready for the girl all over again, he pressed his blunt flare up against the loosened entrance to her ass, and he pushed in with relative ease, making the both of them groan pleasantly.

Next up in that batch of horses was a slender-bodied white thing, one marked with brown splotches, and his long, strong black meat throbbed in anticipation of that mouth - something it had been denied before. He knelt down in a way that made him nearly straddle Elise's head, and he easily bent his cock, angling it downward; he bumped his flare into her lips, and she quickly and easily took it in, at once pleasuring him with suckles and slurps. Meanwhile, his balls were draped over her face, covering her eyes and nose, and giving her no choice but to breathe in the sweaty musk of his groin. This wasn't something she had a problem with.

Taking to Elise's middle, settling in between the stallions that bookended the lizard, was the third and final of the trio. This brown stallion's thick, solid-pink cock hadn't felt the inside of the girl's mouth, and it wasn't going to, but what was about to happen was just as good to him. Scooting forward, dragging his heavy, black balls on the girl's stomach (she blushed at the feeling, and lay her hands on his thighs), he let his shaft come to rest in between her modest breasts, like a hotdog in a bun.

Elise's breasts were (at least in comparison to the well-stacked mares the stallions had waiting at home) rather small - but they would work. The pink-dicked, brown-furred stallion took hold of those tits in his strong hands and he squeezed them against his endowment, the pressure pleasing him and Elise alike, making the both of them softly coo and moan, though Elise was obviously muffled.

Soon, all three of the studs were having their individual ways with Elise. The white stud was the most passive of them all, merely letting Elise suckle and swallow his cock, which she did well. His balls throttled her air, but the end result of it all was that the domineering smell of his balls kept her unnecessarily pliable.

Opposite in color and demeanor was the black stallion, who vigorously pounded away at Elise's quivering asshole. Every push sank his endowment balls-deep, and every retreat in those piston-pumps pulled his flare all the way up to the rim of her pucker, only for him to pound back inside. If not for the vast amount of pre he was leaking, the sex would have most certainly been raw and painful, but it was neither thanks to that natural lubricant.

Comfortable in the middle-ground of dominance, the brown-furred stud was having Elise's breasts at his own pace. His smooth thrusts dragged his balls along the girl's soft hide, and his incessant drool of pre filled her cleavage and diffused around her neck as a fine pearl necklace. Not content to just please himself, he groped the lizard's breasts (without much difficulty, given that they were already in his meaty palms), and he rubbed across their pert, blue nipples with his thumbs; the pretty girl responded to this pleasure by writhing and cooing around the white stallion's shaft.

"Keep it up, darlin'," cooed the slender, white horse, with a small huff and a lash of his tail. Elise's sucking mouth was proving to be a little bit too much for him; the fact that she had gotten him up to the edge before just by sucking on his sweaty ballsack was certainly worth mentioning. His hands gently stroked over her neck, even as the brown stud's pre ran down it; he even seemed to be rubbing that musky juice into her hide as if it were lotion.

"How experienced do you figure this girl is," the black stallion shuddered, "if she can take an assfucking like this without flinching?" Nobody answered or even speculated, but there were a few grins.

A few moments came and went before the white stud interrupted the assortment of squelches and squirts that went with all of that sex. "Ooh, goodness, you're mighty fine with that mouth of yours," he cooed in his Georgian drawl. Slowly, he stood up and pulled his dark meat out of the girl's maw, the tip dripping copiously with equine pre.

While the white stallion with the brown splotches of paint took to the sidelines, Elise lamented not having a set of sweaty and musky balls on her face, but with two handsome stallions still giving it to her, she could deal with it. Licking her lips in lewd hunger, she looked up to meet the eyes of the brown, titfucking stallion, who grinned back at her.

"Hey, beautiful," he winked, leaning down during a lull in his thrusts. They shared a brief smooch, and a shallow one, at that; during it, the stud's nose crinkled, undoubtedly from the smell of the musk on her face, but he said nothing. "Nice titties you got, babe," he grinned, easing back into his rhythm, the black shock of his tail lashing.

"Ah, thanks," Elise mumbled, stroking with reverence all along the stallion's muscular thighs and hips. Absently, but with a lewd gleam in her eye, she watched the big, pink battering ram of his member come closer and closer, only to back away and repeat the teasing approach all over again. Eventually, of course, she lapped across the tip when it was close enough, and the very next time, the stallion pushed even further forward; as his meat speared past her lips and entered her accommodating mouth, her breasts - while still pleasant - became a bit less important to him.

Meanwhile, as the brown stud got a taste of that mouth on his cock (or was it the other way around?), the black horse was screwing the lizard's behind to his heart's content. Each piston-pump of his hips plowed him in to his balls, and with such strength behind those pumps, his balls were smacking into her body and dragging roughly across the bottom of her tail. His flare, bulging thicker still from the stimulation and its' owner's nearing orgasm, spread Elise out and thoroughly reamed her anal walls, sending slutty pleasures up through her reptilian body.

With that thick, pink cock in her mouth, Elise suckled tightly, and she took hold of the stud's heavy balls. The blowjob was more than enough to keep the stallion still, merely resting his cock in the lizard's cleavage; he was very content to just get his dick sucked.

Breaking up what was otherwise a fairly quiet moment was the black stallion, who leaned over Elise's prostrate form to huff and grunt; his snout nearly bumped the other stallion's back, but not quite. "Ooh, mother of fuck," he groaned, still grinding into the lizard, but at a notably strained pace. Each drive inward was slow, his body trembling, but pulling back was brisk; he was just eager to grind back into her. In the final throes of that tight, fast assfucking, he pressed into the hilt, and with nowhere else to grab, he put his hands on the brown stud's shoulders, who said nothing, but did glance back with a coy smirk.

"Doing all right?" he asked the black stud, his tone nearly lewd.

The black stallion shook his head, sighed heavily, squeezed his friend's shoulders, and then slid free of Elise completely; her thoroughly-reamed asshole surprisingly still resembled a pucker, but any further entries would have no resistance at all. "You got a real nice ass," he growled as he stood up; Elise wondered if he meant hers or not.

The reptile had taken her lips off of the brown stud's meat to huff in the last moments of the anal sex, but by the time she had gotten over that mild pain, the stallion straddling her had already gotten back to work.

Not content to hold up the line, being just as eager to shoot his wad as the rest of the stallions were, that brown horse picked up his pace. Squeezing Elise's tits firmly, but with reverence, he savored the sound of his thick meat slapping in and out of that pre-saturated cleavage and met it was a gruff snort.

Already having proved herself rather fond of that particular stallion and his sweet ways, Elise surprised nobody when she lay her hands upon his muscular thighs, admiring the dense muscle beneath the well-groomed fur. Despite the grin on her face and the obvious hunger in her eyes, she stayed passive, just loving the feeling of that cock, and the sight of the burly stud who wielded it; it helped that she was practically drunk off of the cloud of musk in the cellar.

While the rest of the stallions waited impatiently (Louie in particular tapped his foot), that brown stallion eased up to the near-satisfaction of his release. Alternately shuddering and cooing the praises of such sweet titties, he thrashed his tail and bucked his hips right up until the last second, when he stopped balls-deep in Elise's cleavage.

Holding the soft hide of those boobs flush to his cock, he huffed and sighed, he savored the throb of his flesh against that hide, and he oozed a nearly incomprehensible amount of pre. Once the immediate feelings of near-orgasm passed, he eased off of the girl, leaned down for a quick smooch (this time, he avoided wrinkling his nose), and then he joined his fellows at the sidelines.

--18

When the blonde pony stepped up alone with his turgid erection, Elise knew that she was in the home stretch. After him, just one other member remained - two, if the brash, but sexy Louie wanted to join back in.

Elise sat up to meet the pony, who smiled coyly down at her. Remembering his cute ass fixation, she eased herself down to her all fours, and she kept her tail up high. "Did you, uh," she grinned, "want my ass again?"

But the pony shook his head and grinned back as he knelt down, offering his pink cock to the lizard's lips. Its' tip drooled with slippery pre, and its' flesh throbbed.

Though the pony wasn't as large as the other stallions in every sense of the word, he was only small for a horse. Elise found his cock to be a very pleasant mouthful as she gobbled it down, taking his ten inches down her throat with ease and pleasure in equal amounts. Very eager to please, she grasped his balls in one hand - the other was needed to hold herself up.

While the pony cooed and the lizard suckled, the bartender nodded to Louie and stepped over to the action. His calm gait exemplified everything the lizard had come to love about him, from his calm attitude to the way his flawless, black body moved. And on that solid black body of his, just as perfectly dark as his coat, was his dribbling erection.

When he knelt behind the girl, he took hold of his shaft and he prodded it to her folds. Beneath his flare, he felt her erogenous flesh quiver, and he noted the excessive moisture. He also noted her tail hole, wet and ready, but that wasn't what he wanted. Maybe under different circumstances, but fucking that pretty lizard in the cunt had been a long time coming, and he entered her without delay.

It was somewhat disappointing to Elise that the bartender really felt no more special in her than any of the other stallions - but when he entered her fully, and his loins pressed up to her, she still found herself shuddering and moaning. Exacerbating her pleasure, the mature stud stroked up her flanks, loving on her cool hide despite the sloppy mess, since by then, she was covered in the juices of so many stallions, and the sheer volume of that slime, in spite of the fact that none of them had gotten off, was staggering.

Nevertheless, the bartender wasn't bothered by this sheen of masculine juices; all that mattered to him was the girl's tight pussy, and the task of making her squirm and moan, which he was easily achieving.

Being fucked smoothly and carefully by the bartender had Elise quivering, and she paid this pleasure forward to the pony she suckled on. She rolled his balls in her hand, and she alternated between suckles and swallows on his cock just to keep things interesting. She was certainly successful in that; the pony shuddered and groaned as he ran his fingers through her sullied hair, only smearing the sweat and pre further into it, but by that point, the filth was all a part of it.

"God, she's good," the pony shuddered, "I never get my cock sucked like this..."

Louie contemplated, but ultimately passed up a cruel remark as he chewed on his lower lip, pumping his cock to the tune of the show. Naturally, with each pump, he felt greater and greater twinges of pleasure; he didn't say a word for the time being, but he hoped the bartender and the pony would hurry things along.

"Ahh, girl," the bartender sighed, his hips moving smoothly and steadily, driving that thick cock home again and again, "I think you were meant to get lost here."

"I don't believe in that destiny bullshit," Louie interrupted impatiently, wrecking what had been a rather sweet (if not lewd) remark from the old stallion. "Girl's a bonehead and just got herself lost at the right watering hole. And would you fucks hurry the hell up?"

"Don't rush me," the pony huffed, but the bartender just stayed quiet in the interest of letting it go. (Louie hardly even acknowledged the pony, beyond a noisy snuffle.)

In what must have been a coincidence if the pony really did resent being hurried along, that small stallion began to pump his hips, fucking the lizard's face eagerly. It interrupted Elise's suckling and made it impossible for her to keep swallowing (at least without gagging), but she didn't mind the dominance at all. Like always, she was complacent as the stallions' plaything, especially with the bartender making love to her as he was.

She guessed that even if she hadn't been such an easy, eager whore when stallion dicks were about, she still would have been utterly pliable for the bartender. He was such a skilled and considerate lover, and yet - unlike some men - he wasn't slowed down by his desires to please her; he pleased her in spite of wanting to get his own rocks off just as badly. Elise enjoyed that; she savored his thrusting and loved the feeling of his hands roaming her supple hide.

In sharp contrast to the bartender's performance, the pony was growing restless. With every few thrusts, he huffed sharply, ground into her maw especially hard, and lashed the shock of his tail. A steady trickle of his pre ran into her mouth and down her throat, a not-so-subtle sign of his impending climax. Even less subtle were the noises he made, the way he absently shuffled a foot in the dirt, and the grimace he had pulled his face up into. "Uuugh, shit," he said, hissing it through his teeth.

Without another word, he tugged his cock out of her maw, and with every ounce of willpower, he resisted the urge to jerk himself off to a quick and easy climax on that reptilian face. Huffing and trembling in near-release, the pony stood up and stepped back, but only a few feet, and like the others, he waited impatiently.

With Elise all to himself, the bartender leaned down over her. Bracing one arm in the dirt, he cupped a supple breast in his free hand, and he murred fondly into one of her ears. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, tweaking her nipple with his thumb.

Shuddering and arching her slender, reptilian body, Elise cooed, "Ooh, yeah..."

Chuckling but smiling wanly, the bartender sped his thrusts up a little bit, letting his heavy, black balls spank into the backs of the girl's thighs. The feeling was one of pure bliss for Elise, who up until then had been a well-used (albeit happy) whore, but this sex was short-lived; he could have gone on and on, had he wished. He could have dazzled her in ways that she'd remember for years, but everybody was waiting up on him. He wasn't afraid of any of the boys, but it was a matter of courtesy; it was time to finish up.

Emitting a low, content sigh that told Elise he was done, the mature stallion eased off of the lizard. Cupping her hips in both hands, he slid his member free of her drippy snatch, and then he pushed himself up to his knees.

"Done already?" Elise asked with a cute, blue blush, craning her head back to gaze at the stallion.

Wearing a rueful smile, the black stallion stepped back a pace, as the other stallions closed in. "Almost."

--19

Louie helped Elise up to her knees, but not out of any kindness in his heart.

Every stallion in the saloon stood around her in a loose circle, closing her in fully and making her feel very small. Their monstrous cocks throbbed, each teetering on the edge of that sweet release, being idly fondled by their owners.

It stunned Elise just how well these studs could edge themselves; guessing realistically, she had been in their den for at least an hour. To think that some of them had been waiting that long with dripping dicks and blue balls was all but unbelievable.

"You've been real good," Louie said, derailing Elise's train of thought and earning her blushing gaze. "I think you're gonna like what comes next. We call this the shootout." He smirked at the other horses, some staring at him for the order, others eyeballing the lizard. "Hope your hide's easy to rinse off, baby - everybody get her."

The slick and slippery sound of a dozen masturbating stallions filled the air, and it was accompanied by the usual snuffles and snorts one would expect under the circumstances.

Elise found the masturbatory sounds funny enough to crack a little smile at, but it was wiped off her face (or, more appropriately, covered up) when one of the studs blasted his sloppy seed into the side of her snout. The pressure was incredible, and even as someone who spent considerable time with stallions, it took her by surprise. The resulting yelp was just too perfect - the very next stud over let loose with his wad, and the brunt made it into Elise's open maw.

The heady flavor of stallion jizz made Elise shudder, and her cunt throbbed. Tightly, she closed her eyes, and she heavily swallowed that big load. A third slopped into her backside, this seed diffusing nicely across almost the entirety of her back. Rendered as blissful as ever by the climaxes, she reached down with sticky fingers and assaulted her cunt with them - there was nothing wrong with joining them.

As the fourth and fifth wads (the latter accompanied by a massive snort) made a very entertaining mess of the lizard's hips and tits, respectively, she dug all four fingers into her pussy and pumped herself furiously, using that horse cum as lubricant.

"Aha," one of the stallions laughed, speaking in the middle of his afterglow, "look at that nasty bitch - baby, if you want horse jizz in your box, you just gotta come home with me!"

Flustered from pleasure but appreciating the gesture, Elise grabbed dug deeper still into her snatch, just as a sixth load splattered onto her hide near her front. It came in four thick, fast ropes - and as it turned out, it was Louie's load. "Ooh, gawd," the lizard grunted, licking her lips as clean as possible of sticky stallion seed, "w-we'll see what happens...!"

"Mmh, shit," Louie grunted, still pumping and squeezing his herculean endowment, but the fireworks were over. All that remained was a soft dribble from his big flare. "Jesus Christ, tell me this bitch hasn't been one hell of a good time," he grinned, so flustered from his release that he was blushing. It was subtle, however.

A chorus of yeahs and mhms came in response, almost exclusively from the studs that had already busted a nut. Just as loads number seven and eight were being delivered, both splattering thickly into the reptile's well-ruffled and -dampened mop of hair, one of the releasing stallions snorted the succinct words, "Fuck yeah!"

Elise was digging as deeply as she could into her snatch, and had the wet slapping of those dozen horses and their lewd rumblings not been so noisy, they could've heard the lewd suckles of her fingers shifting around that cocktail of equine semen and reptilian cunt juices. She had a free hand yet, of course, and she used it to get something she wanted. Shifting on her knees, gauging the expressions of those four yet-masturbating stallions, she picked the one closest to the edge - the pony.

Possessively (so much so that the blonde pony didn't dare to resist - not that he would have anyway), Elise swatted his hand away, and she snatched up his cock all for herself. The shaft throbbed heavily, and pre oozed from the tip in heavy rivulets. The flare, though throbbing in rhythm with the rest of that cock, seemed to bulge even harder and thicker. Elise knew there was no time to waste, and she was right; not a moment after she engulfed that equine cock, the young pony tossed his head back, snorted, kicked at the dirt, and shot a load down the lizard's throat.

Though he may have been the smallest of the pack, he was - as Elise continued to remind herself - a stallion all the same, and his orgasm was still a massive release. Even as skilled and as hungry as she was, Elise was overwhelmed by his load. Too frenzied in pleasure and the smell of all of that stallion cum (and the ninth load slopped across her back, starting at her shoulderblades and running down her spine), Elise couldn't find the composure to take the pony down her throat, and so she kept him in her maw; she swallowed what she could, which was no-doubt a healthy protein shake, but so much of that semen ran enticingly down her chin.

"Aw, yeah," one of the stallions sniggered, watching the show in the aftermath of his release, "best kind of sloppy eater!"

Louie stood with some authority, his hands on his hips, his half-flaccid (but more by the second) endowment hanging tiredly between his legs. "Damn, bitch," he grinned, "you're wasting good food!"

Amused by the remark but not drawn away from the pleasure at hand, Elise pulled back (she gasped sharply when she got her lips off the pony's manhood) and fell back onto her ass - her cheeks would leave cute, unmistakable dimples in the dirt.

She was still drilling into her cunt almost angrily, just pumping it with a minimum of two and a maximum of four fingers without rhythm. "Gonna cum...!" she hissed, setting her jaw, baring her teeth and clenching her eyes shut. While the awesome pleasure of an orgasm washed over her body, so did the tenth of twelve loads, this stallion wad skeeting nicely from the girl's head to her thighs, such coverage made possible by the fact that she was leaning back, supporting herself - albeit shakily - with her free hand planted in the dirt-clod floor.

"Oh, god, god, gaaaawd," Elise whined, her toes curling inside of her shoes, her cunt clenching and spasming blissfully. Making her release so much more perfect, load number eleven came from the bartender, who stood over her and angled his big, black cock downward; the mature musk of his load drenched her perky tits in liquid form, and his scent made her orgasmic pleasure complete.

In something of an anticlimax - though most definitely a figurative one - it was the stud with the Georgian drawl who painted Elise last; the twelfth and final load of stallion seed. Standing in-between the girl's shapely and splayed legs, he shot his wad onto her belly and her cunt, no longer plugged by her fingers. "Oh, yes_ma'am,_" he cooed, grinning almost from ear to ear as he shook the last sticky globules of his release off, some spattering onto Elise, others onto the dirt.

No longer caring that she was covered in stallion cum and therefore a magnet for dirt, Elise slumped to the floor, huffing in exhaustion, but also bliss. "Oh, my god, that was amazing," she shuddered, summing the whole night up succinctly.

--20

Already, the show was over, and most of the stallions were heading off upstairs to get dressed. Those that were spoken for had mares to run home to; the untamed ones had their motors primed for pussy, and they full well intended to head off to find some more.

In the end, only Louie and the bartender remained. The bartender let the lizard wash up in his shower (it disappointed Elise that he didn't offer to help with the hard-to-reach places).

At the main floor of the saloon, Elise bent down, and she picked up her shirt and slid it on. By that point, she was pretty well desensitized to being naked in the saloon, but it was time to leave.

"So, um," Elise said to the bartender with a small, coy grin, "thanks."

"What for?" Louie asked in his stead, grinning malevolently.

With the same grin, Elise coolly answered, "For the directions."

Chuckling easily, just polishing drinking glasses, the handsome bartender nodded politely. "It's nothing."

"Yeah, now get lost, you," Louie grunted, taking a sip of a flat beer someone left on the counter, before huffing, "fuckin' dingbat."

Elise had rather come to like Louie's abrasiveness, and - standing up on her tip-toes - she pecked his cheek, which he quietly murred at.

"Yeah, yeah," he more softly grunted, giving her a gentle pat on the hip. "Get lost," he repeated, with a small amount of affection in his voice.

When Elise got out to her car, she paused to glance at the nearly-empty parking lot, formerly populated by the chrome beasts the stallions rode. Thoughtfully, then, she looked at the road... And turned, and walked back to the Ragged Mare.

Elise really hoped Louie and the bartender would want to double-team her for needing to hear the directions again.