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She was back again. The mare looked out of place somehow, standing out like a sore thumb. Elegantly dressed, with a nicely cut two piece business suit and perfectly done mane with just a hint of understated gold chain. Her watch was understated too, until you got close enough to make out the words "Patek Philippe". It was large, a men's size watch which was pretty fashionable for women now. Everything about her was perfect.

I was acutely aware of the outward trappings of money. A foster colt from a poor family shunted around the system, I had ended up with a rich family in a comfortably well off suburb before being kicked out at 18. Enough of a taste to know what money smelt like, just as my new 'friends' in the neighbourhood knew I didn't have it. My daggy clothes and five dollar watch weren't affectations; they were all I could afford.

I was determined to make a go of life though. While my university studies took up a lot of my time, they probably should have taken up more if I was being honest. I doubted I would do much more than pass, but I didn't have much choice. Money; it all came down to money.

That was why I was here, doing shifts in this dive. Not far from my former foster home, but a world away in ways that anyone in the city would know. Definitely downmarket, but with pretentions of being better. Still, I knew now, and I knew how to read the signs. The mutton dressed as lamb, the try hard wannabes wearing fake Rolexes and driving BMW's hocked up to the eyeballs on debt.

They came here too, to the Tavern. They came to pretend to be bigshots, to lord it around and humiliate the occasional staff member unwise enough to be on duty when they had a skinfull, or try and pick a fight with me with the typical popped-collar douchebro bluster of those who never actually experienced physical violence. They knew I wouldn't hit back unless they passed a certain line, my training was too good, so instead they skated right up to it and grinned as if they won the lottery.

I had seen off one of those guys just before, a wolf with grey and black fur and a chestfull of gold chains. He had been on something, probably coke, his eyes pinging like a sonar. I just crossed my arms and smiled, to show him I wasn't impressed, and asked him to move on. He deflated like a pricked balloon and walked away with his tail between his legs.

That was one reason I was hired here. I'm an equine, a Clydesdale, and big even for my breed. I could cover the bar, and the gaming floor, and double as security for the quiet late shifts where there weren't really enough punters. That way they didn't have to pay for a designated security guard. It probably made sense on some accountant's spreadsheet, though I wondered how they factored in the cost of the inevitable day when one of the punters had enough juice onboard to fuck the consequences and go for it. It depressed me to realise they probably had; someone like me was eminently and cheaply disposable.

Still, it was money. The best money an 18 year old stallion was likely to get with minimal skills and no family behind him. I was lucky; a friend of my foster family set me up with it, and so far they made no noises about moving me on. That bought a lot of loyalty from me; being moved on was second nature and I had begun to believe it was my due.

The gaming room was quiet tonight. One A.M. and not much happening, on a wet and cold Thursday night. We always had punters, that was a given, but there were things that always brought in more of them. Pension day, for starters. Weekends. A big sporting event, where groups of young guys would come in and watch the cable TV and drink and put a few dollars on the result or the horses at Mooney Valley or a few dollars in the poker machines.

Not much happening tonight though. No sport in Australia, no horses or greyhounds, and no EPL soccer. The die hards were in mostly; the ones who sat in front of a poker machine and fed it dollar coins with a blank stare while the cycle of tinny music and 'clank tinkle chatter chatter bing bing clunk' went on and lights whirred and blinked.

Then there was the mare. She had come in on Monday, and I gave her a wave and a smile. She was so out of place, though not due to her age or sex, far from it. Quite a few housewives whiled away their boredom with us, always grateful for the attentions of a nice polite young stallion. To my eternal shame I had taken up a few offers, ending my shift in the arms of a cougar. The last one was especially memorable; a vocal and surprisingly good looking bovine, we fucked for a couple of hours while she mooed and screamed and begged. Then she fell fast asleep snoring like a lumberjack. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door to find her son, about thirteen, just outside in the lounge, sitting in front of the plasma TV playing Xbox. He gave me a grin and a thumbs up and offered some Pringles. I took some politely and ran like a coward.

This mare looked different to most of the housewives though. She was wealthier for starters, but she had a certain something about her. A sense of sadness, but not the same desperation.

We had chatted politely, and I brought her cappuccinos regularly while she played the poker machines, even pointing her in the direction of the best ones with the highest payout ratio. Not that it was ever good, once the government and the house took their take the return was under 80 percent, but some were worse than others. Most regulars would kill for that information, but she just smiled politely and went on playing the one she was at.

By this Thursday we had become almost friends, or as much as you could at the Tavern. We would chat occasionally, and she started to open up as I did too. I had noticed the mark on her finger where a wedding ring once sat, and she would occasionally stroke the spot absently with her other hand. The gesture told me a lot, and she caught me watching her once and smiled guiltily.

"Yes, you have worked me out."

It made a little sense now; she had come to drown her sorrows, and forget. She wasn't much different to the rest of our patrons after all.

She had taken a break from the poker machines about 1:30 and moved to one of the big leather couches we kept for guests. I brought her a hot chocolate, I knew she liked one about this time with two marshmallows, one pink, one white. It made her smile when she saw me place it on the table next to her, like a loyal retainer who knew his mistress' foibles precisely.

"Thank you Jeeves."

"Very good m'lady"

Her grin became a big genuine smile and she laughed, musical and warm. It went through me like a honey coated dagger, sweet and deadly. I was a sucker for that smile, and that laugh.

My mum had never laughed like that, not for me. And she certainly never smiled.

A figure passed close by and I felt a pair of arms suddenly engulf me from behind.

"Hello sexy. How are you tonight?"

I froze, not sure what to do. It was the cow, the one with the Xbox playing teenage son. I smelt her, the scent of bovine musk under too much Chanel. Nothing subtle about Melissa; then again I liked that. Her enthusiasm was what I wanted; that and her hunger. It made me feel alive for a brief magic moment hearing her cry my name, even more the way she told me how great I was. I could pretend for a moment I wasn't a complete waste of life.

"Uh...great...how are you Melissa? I didn't see you come in?"

"Just wanted a quick nightcap...and a sight of a certain handsome stallion. Are you busy?"

"Um...yeah...sorry, I'm doing a graveyard shift."

"Awwww....poor dear. Well, I hope I will see you around again soon hun."

"Count on it Melissa."

I managed a big grin, just coltish enough to make her blush and giggle like a schoolgirl, and she blew a kiss as she headed towards the bar. I made her favourite nightcap, a long black coffee laced with whisky, and we chatted a little before she headed out.

The mare was still on the couch, watching keenly. Something drew me back to her; perhaps guilt? I could see her brain working behind the eyes, a sort of disapproving and yet forgiving look on her face. Maybe I wanted to be forgiven for something.

"A good customer?"

"She is."

"Do you always give such good...service?"

"Um...I aim to please, and it's always nice meeting new people and..."

"That is not what I meant and you know it."

I shut up then, blushing in spite of myself. It was uncomfortably like being seen from the inside.

"So do you...offer those services to all your customers?"

"I don't know..."

"Let me be more blunt then. Do you fuck all your customers?"

I hung my head, too embarrassed to speak, until I felt her finger on my chin. She pushed gently, and lifted my head until I was looking into her eyes. They were not unkind.

"No."

"Good. You young colts are a menace to yourselves sometimes. Getting into mischief, not thinking about the consequences. How old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen."

She gave a slight shudder at that.

"You don't look it."

"I know. I grew big young, and life hasn't been easy so...I guess I can look young enough but not too young if that makes sense."

"It does beautiful colt. It does. Tell me, do you still have your school uniform?"

I was thrown by the sudden shift in topic, a little blindsided, so I answered truthfully.

"Um...yes, back in my closet somewhere. Haven't got around to throwing it out yet."

"Good. Tell me colt...why are you working here? This is a dive, and not a nice one at that. Surely you should be attending university and working somewhere nicer in between classes while your mum spoils you rotten."

"I need the money, I don't have a family. I'm all I've got so I need to earn enough to live."

She nodded, her expression wistful. I wondered what it meant, but I wasn't prepared for the answer.

"Too old too soon colt. But still beautiful. Well, I have a proposition for you, one you may like. I want to hire you, for a night. Tomorrow, if you are free."

I was, the roster had me off again until Sunday, but that was the least of my concerns right now.

"Hire me?"

"Yes. For what the cow got. I want to pay you though, for reasons of my own. I want you for the night, but one condition. I want you to come wearing your school uniform."

I was too shocked to speak right then, my mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. She sensed my state, and decided sticking to questions might help.

"How much do you get paid for a shift here?"

"Ahh...tonight...like a graveyard, about two hundred."

"I'll pay you a thousand."

I managed some sound at last, a startled cry. It made her smile, a definitely predatory smile now. And something else; triumph.

"I can't think of a better use of my husband's money. I must admit losing it on these infernal machines had a certain something, though mostly because I got to see you. This is better though. Much better."

I looked at her, my whole body shaking, beset by a mix of emotions. The figure bounced around in my head though and wouldn't stop. A thousand dollars. More than a week's pay. Enough to fix my car properly, pay the parking fines, even get that text book I had been putting off. The ability to stop worrying for a little while. Not long, but long enough.

"Well?"

"I...I...yes...ok. Tomorrow."

She gave a nod, before standing and smoothing down her immaculate suit.

"Tomorrow. Eight P.M. Don't be late. I know you colts aren't much for politeness, but it matters to me. "

I was a stickler for form too, though she probably could tell. I wouldn't be late; as long as I could manage the courage to actually turn up when the time came.

*****

The house looked neat and expensive, in a suburb next to the one I last lived in with a foster family. It had a nice discrete entrance behind a hardwood fence and an Audi parked in the driveway. I recognised the car from the carpark at the Tavern; this was it alright. A part of me wished it wasn't.

I rang the doorbell and waited, my tail swishing and ears twitching nervously. The sound of hooves in the hallway told me my final get out card was busted. She was here.

The door opened and I caught a glimpse of deep red floor panels and white walls before the entrance was filled with mare. And what a mare.

The suit had covered up her body well, so much so that I could tell her approximate body shape but little else. Now she was wearing nothing but a flimsy negligee, black silk and lace that barely came down to her thighs. The full swell of her breasts was apparent under the silk, and I could see her coat, shining chestnut with black mane. It had been let down, no longer tied up with gold, instead cascading down her back. It swayed and glistened as he turned her head, looking me over with an amused expression.

"Perfect colt! Bellenden Secondary College...if I'm not mistaken?"

"Ahhh...yeah...how do you..."

"I know the schools in the region. "

I hoped to God she hadn't been a teacher there, but I couldn't place her at all. My fears, temporarily aroused again, quietened for now.

She reached out to take my hand, and pulled me with her down the hall. We passed doorways without stopping, before we came to a large kitchen/living area at the back. All expensively set up, with European appliances, expensive home theatre and comfy couches. The house was exactly as I expected inside, a perfect match for her. And yet I still could not quite come to grips with something.

I got the separation, and the husband. But why me? And why...why this? Surely if she wanted to fuck there would be plenty of guys willing and able to give her a night of fun without strings attached. She was beautiful. Maybe he had a thing for schoolgirls; if so, this was a pretty cutting revenge.

"Drink?"

"Ahh..beer if you've got it."

She gave me a disapproving stare but went to the fridge anyway, coming back with a stubby of Heineken. I cracked the top and drank hard, grateful for the liquid courage. The more I looked at her semi-naked form though, the more I thought I wouldn't need the beer. My face burned, not from embarrassment, and I felt a slight stirring in my sheath.

I could see her watching me, then she started to circle me slowly, still watching, her eyes glittering with lust. That got me going too, it always did. Sometimes I needed that look more than oxygen.

Then she stopped by a bookcase and picked up a camera.

"I want to take some pictures of you colt. Just for me...and a present for my husband. "

I wanted to protest, to say no, but I didn't want to disappoint her. And I didn't want to miss out on the thousand dollars, if I was being honest. There was something else too; It turned me on, the idea of her taking my picture. It showed she wanted me, saw me as desirable. Desirable enough to thrust in the face of her husband, to make him jealous. I felt like a stud.

She began snapping pictures while I smiled for the camera, saluting her hubby with a mock 'cheers' with the beer. Then she started to talk.

"You are a bad colt aren't you. Just like all of your sort I guess, all cocky and ready for anything, or so you think. Blow me a kiss colt."

I mugged for the camera.

"Now take off your top. I want to see your chest."

I was in the groove now, turned on and a little buzzed from the beer. Off came my jumper, and the green and blue striped tie, thrown over the couch. Then my white shirt, unbuttoned and cast aside. I stood a little awkwardly, feeling a bit cold and exposed under the lens. My nipples hardened, and I shivered a bit as my fur tingled.

"Ohhh that's perfect. Now strike a bodybuilding pose."

I did as she asked, flexing my arms and chest, popping muscles well developed from football and athletics. The flash blinded me a little, and I turned my head to look at the ground, trying to regain my equilibrium.

"Look at me!"

I was shocked by the intensity in her voice, the note of command and demand. My head snapped up before I even thought about it, staring into the depths of her midnight blue eyes.

"Better. You need to learn to take orders colt...just like all your type. Too full of yourselves, too soon old, too late smart. Maybe it's not too late for you. Now...the rest."

I blushed hard, and took a long swig of beer. It tasted bitter in my muzzle, and I swirled it round my tongue before swallowing with a grimace of distaste. Normally I loved beer, my crutch for many years of loneliness. You would be surprised how easily a fourteen year old can get it if he is determined.

I set the bottle on the kitchen bench, took a deep breath and finished the striptease all the while ignoring bright flashes of light as best I could. Black hoofboots, socks down off my fetlocks. I usually went naked hoofed now, my legs felt so much surer on my own hooves, but school liked uniformity. Hooved or pawed, everyone looked the same. Now with them off I looked like a proper equine again, hooves gleaming, my soft white feathering exposed. I heard the mare draw breath as I stood up again, embarrassed but desperate not to show it. I hooked my fingertips in my belt and pulled my shorts and boxers down, exposing my naked body for my...client. I guess that was the word. I tried not to go the next step, and bring the correct word for me to mind.

"Ohhhh..."

Just one word, more a sigh than a word. It went right through my body, making my tail give a sudden flick, my ears pointing forward, mane twitching. I heard a poem in that sigh, a paean of praise to my body. Blood surged, and I nickered, arousal creeping across me. My sheath felt heavy, balls wiggling in their velvet home. The camera kept snapping.

There was a huskiness to her voice now, and my sensitive nostrils picked up the reason. The scent of mare in heat, pungent and full of life. I flared my nostrils wide to drink it in, catching her smirk. She knew I knew, and she knew what it was doing to me. No young stallion could resist.

"Impressive..."

I gave a shocked whinny when I realised my body had taken over, the long pink length of my cock poking from the lips of my sheath, hanging gently downwards as it filled with blood. The end broadened slowly, puffing up like a balloon, until a jerk of my hips flipped the shaft high to slap against my belly, the erect organ lolling against my left hip before jerking upright again. I was blushing now, scarlet, almost overcome with embarrassment.

"Now pleasure yourself for me colt. A bad schoolcolt like you should have no trouble...I bet you do it three times a day at least. Show me how you do it...now."

Her words were like fire across my body, drawing an unconscious groan from my muzzle. Experienced fingers sought out their usual positions, one hand cupping my balls, the other slowly jacking the length of my shaft.

I leaned my head back slowly, closing my eyes to block out the sight of the mare. I couldn't see her now, not watching me like that. I imagined my favourite fantasies, girls I lusted after, some I fucked, some I just wanted to. Their bodies glided across my vision as I sped up, hand moving easily over swollen flesh, building the pleasure. Somehow no matter what I tried though, the visions always dissolved into the form of a tall beautiful mature mare dressed in black silk. I gave up the fight, undressing her with my mind instead, until I had her naked in my fantasy and dripping from wide pink pussy lips begging for me.

Dripping...

Eyes closed, I could still smell. The scent of mare in heat grew stronger, unavoidable. I opened my eyes to look.

She was watching me, her eyes boring into my body, one hand hooked under her negligee and moving, obviously pleasuring herself as she watched. I whinnied loudly, and a single spurt of precum fired from the tip of my cock to fall on the hardwood floorboards. I felt it close, so close. My balls churned.

"Stop!"

I whimpered.

She trotted towards me, the camera by her side. I just waited completely at her mercy. She brought the hand out from under her hem, fingers glistening with liquid evidence of her arousal. Then she raised it to my muzzle. I didn't need any orders.

Her moan was deep and satisfying for me, a rush like the applause when I kicked a goal. Approval, validation, self worth. My lips closed on her fingers, tongue lapping around the digits as I suckled her hand and tasted the taste of mare. Her other hand found worthy employment, circling my cock tip and teasing the flare.

"You colts are so quick. You were close to cumming weren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Hmmm...might need to do something about that."

Then she gripped my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. The bed was huge, King equine sized, even an oversized Clydesdale like me would find room. I was grateful, small beds made me self conscious sometimes. This one looked like it had been made just for me.

She ordered me to stand, and walked to the bedside drawer. Pulling out a small box, she emptied it and walked back to me. I could not make out what she had, it seemed like a couple of large rings.

"Have you used a cockring before colt?"

"No? What?"

Now I was embarrassed, and a little terrified. It sounded painful, but I was curious enough to find out what it meant.

"Something to keep you hard, though I don't think that is a problem. Also to stop you cumming too fast, and that definitely could be a problem. Hold still, and don't flinch."

My body remained still as she asked, but my tail hadn't gotten the message, swishing wildly as she knelt in front of me. I bit my lip to stop myself nickering, and waited. She gripped my cock and wrapped one large ring around my shaft down behind my balls, before pulling the ends through a metal clasp shaped like a stallions head. The ring closed tight, and I nickered without meaning to, as I felt my cock suddenly constricted almost painfully. I felt the need to shake my legs to try to free my cock from this strange thing, but instead I managed to stay still and tried to get used to the feel, while watching my cock pulse harder than normal.

The second one was more of a shock though, looped around the top of my scrotum, the sensation when it was pulled tight so unexpected and odd. Not exactly painful, definitely not pleasurable. I knew I wanted that pressure gone, but I was the bought and paid for entertainment tonight. A bad school colt indeed; well, I was being punished for it.

"That should give you some control colt...now, lie down."

I obeyed rapidly if clumsily. I needed it so much now. Every nerve in my cock was on fire, and no matter what the circumstances, when I was this aroused, nothing else mattered. I wanted to plunge deep into an inviting pussy and breed my mare. A stallion is a stallion, no matter how much we have evolved, especially an eighteen year old one.

She straddled my body as I lay back on the bed, pushing me in the chest when I tried to sit up. This mare was in charge, and I realised with an internal shudder that I loved it. I loved being her toy, her possession. I could smell her sex, and I knew I had done that. She could control me one way, but I was in control another.

As I watched, spellbound, she stripped off her silk negligee to finally reveal her body for me. Breasts in perfect proportion to her body, pert but with big nipples, and wide dark areolae. The beautiful silky chestnut fur continued down her belly, before ending in a small patch of thicker darker brown fur above her sex. I could see her lips distended and dark, the colour of a red rose and glistening with moisture. At the top, a hint of swollen clit was revealed protruding from a black fleshy hood.

"Now to earn your keep colt. Your muzzle first...show me how good you are with your muzzle."

She bent forward to place her left breast at my muzzle. I let an inch of tongue protrude, sampling the nub, feeling its surprising hardness. I licked, then reached flexible lips to nuzzle, nipping at the tip while my tongue lapped. Her groans drove me on, encouraged to do more. I sucked on her breasts, pleasuring her nipples and caressing the soft fur of her back. My cock ached.

Then she shuffled forward, staring into my eyes until I suddenly found her groin pressed to my muzzle.

"Perform colt. You are good at that, I can tell."

Rich deeply scented pussy covered my muzzle, and I was surrounded by the scent and feel of mare. She sat on my face, hard, wanton, needy and rode my muzzle taking everything I could give.

My tongue sought out her depths and I parted her lips to sink into warm slick heaven as I ate her out, my fingers stroking either side of her pussy lips. She bucked her hips, massaging her sex against my muzzle, and I pulled back to concentrate on her swollen clit, now fully exposed and vulnerable. My tongue found her, releasing a cry of pleasure. One more lick, one more cry. Then I began a long slow lapping tonguefuck, eating her with building need and intensity until she came wetly all over my muzzle and my face bathed in mare scent. Then she slid back down my body and straddled my groin, watching, always watching.

"Look into my eyes colt."

I looked, never breaking that contact. I saw her eyes widen a little, a flicker of something in them as her pussy pressed against my cock, then a shudder as her soft lips parted and I began to sink into the perfect warm depths of a mare. She rocked on me, her hips gently undulating, while we stared at each other sharing the moment. Finally she touched my hips as she bottomed out, and finally she broke the staring contest, her eyes clenched tight and a low moan drawn from her lips.

"I haven't had one as big as yours in a long time...ohhh so good."

All I could do was whimper.

She rode me slowly, almost sleepily, while she arched her back and writhed against my groin. I felt my length sliding in deeper, the pressure building inexorably in my cock and balls, a hard unforgiving cum brewing. At home, I would be aiming my cock against my belly lest I shoot all over the wall. But I felt the climax stop, hanging by a thread close to the edge. I tried to thrust against her, impatient and frustrated.

She laughed. It wasn't a musical laugh now, it was mocking, contemptuous.

"Not so fast colt. Learn some control...or have it taught the hard way."

She reached behind her to cup my swollen orbs, forced to the bottom of their sac by the constricting presence of the ring. She squeezed, hard, and I cried out in pain as the need for release receded. Then she rode again, still cupping my balls. I was in hell.

"Persuade me..."

Frantic hands reached for her, one stroking her nipples, one reaching for her pussy. My thumb found her clit, fluttering slightly and large, and I rubbed trying to remember not to be too rough. Gentle...always gentle, until right near the end...then stop, before it becomes too much. Now I used my experience, rubbing fast but gentle as she moaned in appreciation. I got a smile and a nod, and her hand began to stroke my abused testicles rather than squeeze. I nickered, and smiled back. Her pussy felt alive, the folds holding my length like a glove.

Then she came, not loud, but obvious from inside her. A sudden rhythmic clamping of her sex, and a guttural cry of 'oh...ohhh...ohhhhh'...then it finished, and she rode on as if nothing had happened.

We went on this way, agonising and arousing for a long time, and every time I got close she squeezed, until my balls felt bruised and pained, sperm probably leaking through the skin. I needed to cum, my whole body needed it. She laughed again, and pulled the camera from the bedside table, firing off shots of our sex, from above, from close to my cock disappearing into her cunt, she even held it behind her to snap a shot of her ass sliding down a stallion's upright length atop a pair of hugely swollen stallion balls. Her husband would be in for quite a surprise when he opened those files.

At last she kept the camera on me, steady, and began filming while slamming down hard onto my cock. I was close again, and I begged, even though I was humiliated by every desperate plea caught on camera. Her hand stroked my balls this time, instead of squeezing, and I rammed my hips up to meet hers, no longer able to think of anything but the burning need in my balls.

"Cum for me..."

"Yes!"

"Cum for me!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

I screamed, a long wild whinny a feral stallion would be proud of, and almost blacked out as the cum, long building, finally arrived and a fountain of seed spread from my weary cock to fill her womb. She cried out too, a cry of triumph and power as her own orgasm matched mine, the camera forgotten and pointing anywhere and nowhere. The sounds would register though. They were burned on my memory sure enough.

I was panting and covered in sweat, my chest heaving as I regained my senses. The mare still sat on my cock, her pussy clenching occasionally and making me nicker. I was still hard, the infernal rings keeping me hard and ready even though my cock hurt. My whole body needed a break, but the mare didn't. She started riding again, and I tried to beg, to plead, to say no.

"No? You're mine colt. All mine. You can't say no."

For some reason I could not answer back. Used to facing down big guys by the score, one lithe older mare had me completely subservient, and she knew it.

She was in a playful mood this time, enough to play with me anyway. As she rode my aching cock, tickling my scrotum and occasionally teasing me by sliding a finger under my sac to rub the opening to my anus, she began talking to me, her voice hypnotic.

"Tell me about the cow...what did you two do..."

I told her in ever increasing detail, everything, even the embarrassing end getting a thumbs up from her son. She laughed at that and I felt so small, so vulnerable. She came twice, once when I described eating Melissa's ass, once when I described our second fuck, with me pounding her from behind while I cupped a pair of big cow tits and longdicked her into orgasm.

The incredible tension in my cock was back, and the throb in my testicles multiplied. I had to cum. I had to cum.

"Now tell me about your first time. All of it...everything..."

A beautiful older filly when I was 14, lost and alone at my third school in six months. She took this lost colt under her wing, before indulging in a furtive kiss one night, back at her place with her parents away.

"Kiss me like you kissed her."

I obeyed, feeling the warm gentle lips again, the surprising wonderful taste of another. Then the hard needy tongue kiss, going on and on. It was a long time before I came up for breath.

"Now tell me what it was like..."

I described the whole thing, living it again. The embarrassed fumbling with clothes, the shy glance at her as she looked at me. The first feel of a filly's sex, fingers exploring hesitantly inside a warm wet pussy, sliding against silken folds of skin. Then the moment poised above her, my cock touching her sex, the look in her eyes. The press of her hands on my ass, pushing me inside.

As I spoke, reliving the moment of my first penetration again, the warm enveloping heat beyond anything I dreamed existed, I had the same result as when I was 14. My cock throbbed and spurted, and I cried out, mortified but too amazed by pleasure to do anything about it.

The mare laughed again, but I realised it wasn't mocking. It was a simple happy laugh of memory. She cupped my head in her hands and bent down to kiss me, a long satisfying kiss while my cock twitched and jerked like a harpooned whale inside her sex.

"My first guy did the same. Lost it the moment he entered me. I was so angry, I almost hit him. I told him he was a loser and he turned red and left, so humiliated. I learned a good lesson; don't bring up a guy's failings if you want to get more sex. You colts need to have your egos stroked. Tell me; what happened with your filly?"

"She just smiled and told me I was great, and held me against her and kissed. I was hard again in seconds, and we did it again. And again. I think I actually made her cum the second time, she wasn't faking. I felt such a stud, like I had cracked the secret of the universe."

"Pity I didn't know a colt like you then. Or maybe good for them, who knows."

She pulled off me, finally, my cock still hard and lying against my belly, leaking a line of cum onto my fur. Her fingers played in the little pool of jizz in my belly button, making my abdomen clench and flutter. She liked that. Then we kissed, a long sensual kiss with hands touching everywhere. We were going back a few steps in the manual, but it didn't matter. Convention was overrated when it came to sex.

We also talked, and somehow I opened up, the sex and the beer combining to make me unusually talkative. About foster care, school, university, the Tavern, the customers. Some things I couldn't say, the bad ones, and I could tell she knew but knew not to ask. Just as I knew not to probe too much when she talked about her husband. Run off with his young secretary, location and intentions unknown. Two years of problems, but no warning otherwise. Just gone. More fool he; if she were mine, I would never let her out of my sight.

She was interested in my stupidity though, probing on my silly stupid failings and foibles, enjoying my young guy gossip. I told her it all, enjoying her laughter and appreciative looks, becoming bolder as she lapped it up, the booze, the casual fucking, even the weed. All the things I did to plumb the edge of mortality too, the ones I barely admitted to myself. Driving like a maniac, pushing myself to the limits. Trying to feel alive. Wanting to be dead, and a couple of times actually trying. I felt her suddenly still.

"You are all the same. So stupid and so so young. A terrible mix, invincible and mortal. I hate it. Well, no more. Turn over colt!"

"What the..?"

"I said turn over! On your belly colt. Now!"

I looked at her a little uncertainly, but her expression brooked no argument, so I obeyed, turning over to poke my ass into the air. I felt her hand slide over my cheeks, caressing sensually. I let out a soft groan, enjoying the touch. Then it stopped and I was about to complain when I felt her hand slam down hard on my butt, slapping loudly and painfully. I yelped, looking at her in astonishment. She had a wild look now, angry and fierce, and she slapped again harder.

"Hey!"

"That's for being stupid."

*slap*

"Hey!"

*slap*

"That's for the stupid driving...*slap*...and the stupid sex...*slap* and the drugs...*slap* and most of all this is for not believing in yourself and being a stupid colt and trying to kill yourself...*slap slap slap*

I was whimpering at the end, trying to stop her blows and failing in the face of her absolute determination. I realised she was crying, and when she stopped, she stroked my ass gently, and I was groaning again. Then she bent down and blew warm breath on my rump.

"Ohhhh!"

"Shhh...mummy will make it feel better colt..."

"Ahhhhh!"

I arched my back and almost flew off the bed when I felt her lips touch my sore behind, then her tongue rasped over the bruises. She licked along the underside of my rump, then nuzzled my crevice, while I became incredibly hard and dripped into the bed. Her hands stroked my legs, feeling the muscles and the tension in my thighs. Her muzzle found the back of my scrotum and sucked it inside, and I screamed out a pained whinny.

I levered myself up onto my knees, panting and wild, staring at her. She returned my stare with those midnight blue eyes, but there was a special heat in them now. I wanted it.

My hands took her by the shoulder, pulling her down to the bed, lying beside me. I lay against her, kneeling between her legs, her knees moved to lock her fetlocks in the small of my back, and I rubbed my twitching flare against her pussy lips, taking charge now. No more subservient colt. Then she smiled and lay her head back and closed her eyes.

"Very good colt...a very very good colt. Now make mummy happy..."

I bit her neck roughly and slammed in with one thrust, making her whinny and cry out, and we fucked hard and fast, the cockring and the scrotum ring making it go on for way too long for both of us. Both of us seemed to like it that way though, the eternal slap of body on body, the slither of cock in pussy until it hurt as much as pleasured.

When we came, we both lay there entwined, and she played with my mane, running her fingers through the white hairs as if fascinated. She mumbled softly, almost distractedly.

"Such a good colt Danny...such a good colt..."

When I showered and dressed, I came out to find her dressed too, looking a little guilty now but still beaming. She had my thousand dollars in her hand, ten nice fresh green notes, and she handed them to me with a kiss and a nuzzle.

"Go and enjoy yourself colt. And remember what I said. No more stupidity, no more trying to die. You need to live a long time and make some lucky mare obscenely happy. I don't want to find you being an idiot or so help me I will come to the Tavern and put you over my knee right there in the gaming room, punters or no punters."

That made me smile, and rub my ass a little in remembrance of the sting of her hand. And then grin a little ferally, imagining Melissa watching that. The cow wouldn't be able to resist joining in, I knew her too well.

"And no more of that either. Of this..."

Now I was pissed off. I decided to get my own back a little.

"Says you? Who proposed this little...transaction? Besides, at least I remembered you name, Alison. More than you could."

"What...?"

"You called me Danny. Danny is the guy who does weekend mornings and lunchtimes. I'm Lachlan remember?"

"I...called you...Danny?"

"Yes!"

She shuddered, and fell against me before regaining her composure.

"I'm sorry Lachlan. But please, no more. For your sake. I mean it. And I mean it about looking after yourself too."

I kissed her on the nose and rested my snout on hers a moment before I turned to go.

"I will. I promise."

On the way out I glanced at a picture hanging on the hallway wall. A stallion, small and about 40, looking proud and happy, and a colt in school uniform, about 16. He was wearing the uniform of Daley College, a private school my foster brothers had gone to. Something about him looked familiar. I stopped a moment and looked harder. Maybe he was in their year level? Had I run into him at some party, while I tried to fit in to a crowd that wasn't my own and watched the knowing glances and laughter at the poor foster colt decked out in castoffs? That would be a comedown for the colt, seeing his mum banged by trash like me.

"Glad I didn't run into you here mate. Not sure either of us would have enjoyed that encounter" I whispered to the picture. Then I headed into the night without a backward glance.

The thought bugged me all the way home, and I contemplated ringing my foster brother but decided against it. Instead I let my fingers do the walking, or Googling. The surname on her credit card back at the tavern had been Jamieson, so I started with that name and Daley College. After some false starts, I found a picture, second VIII rowing for 2012. He must be about my age now. I was about to pick up the phone and dial my foster brother when another Google hit caught my eye. I silently prayed I was wrong, even as my shaking hands clicked on the link.

There was the colt again, the same photograph as on the wall. But he was one of three guys in the picture, with a wolf and a ram, also from the same school. The details came back to me, from remembered conversations two years ago, though it passed me by at the time.

The identities of the three teenagers killed in a single car accident early Thursday morning have been revealed. They are Danny Jamieson and Tyler Morgan, both age 16 of Brankholme, and Nolan De Lacey, 15 of Cranmarsh. All three were killed when the car driven by Danny Jamieson failed to take a corner at high speed and hit a tree. The car belonged to Danny's father and had been taken without his permission late on Wednesday night. None of the three were licensed.

Danny.

Oh God.

"Such a good colt Danny...such a good colt..."

I was out the door before I realised where I was, all I knew was that I couldn't be inside. I needed air, badly. For some reason I found my steps drawing me inexorably somewhere I probably shouldn't go, but I followed them anyway. Back to the Tavern. There were ways of forgetting there.

"Mate! What the hell are you doing here? It's not your shift is it, I didn't get it wrong?"

The big bull looked uncertain, but for me he was just what I needed right now. A familiar face, dumb and predictable.

"No mate, I just...I needed to get out, think, whatever."

"Um...why are you in school uniform bro?"

"Fancy dress party."

"Sweet! But, you shouldn't really be here in that, even if it's for a fancy dress party. Russell would go sick!"

"Please mate, I need this. Just let me stay in the quiet corner by the 10 cent machines, I won't bother anyone. Please..."

He realised something was up, Danny wasn't that dumb really. He could appear as stupid as anything, but inside was a good heart, and a working brain. He knew when to not ask questions too, so he just nodded and pointed.

"Yeah...over there. Going to have to blank the CCTV again...second time this week."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, got a nice blowjob from the lynx lady, the one who likes Cosmopolitans. We ended up in sight of camera three though. Had to arrange a slight malfunction. Guess it can happen again."

"You're a good mate Dan. One last favour. Take this."

I handed him the thousand dollars, and he blinked uncomprehendingly.

"What the fuck do you want me to do with this?"

"Turn most of it into dollar coins, and the rest into a bottle of Johnny Walker Red. Then bring them both over here."

He stared, but nodded, reasoning that a mate doesn't ask a mate too many questions in these circumstances, even when their mate was doing something fucking stupid. I loved the mates' code. It had got me out of many a jam; of course, it had also got me into a car with three bottles of sleeping pills and a litre of vodka without anyone saying anything either. It cut both ways. I guess Danny Jamieson found that out too somewhere between the driveway of his house and the gum tree.

"How long does it take to lose a thousand dollars here I wonder?" I said to no one in particular. It still drew a puzzled glance from an old badger at the next bank of machines. He was about to answer, but I just gave him a smile and a wave and he went back to feeding his own beast, one of our most productive machines in terms of pensioners emptied in the quickest time possible.

The question was totally rhetorical of course. I knew the answer anyway, or at least as much as I could given it was all probabilistic. But playing the maximums and reinvesting all my winnings, the chances were on this machine I would blow a grand in about four hours if I didn't stop. Of course, a bottle of Johnny knocked the stash down even further, but that was an altogether more wise investment.

Six hours later I was cursing my good luck with over eight hundred still in my stash. The whisky was half gone, and the ache in my head was matched only by the ache in my heart and in my cock. I had spent the last six hours replaying everything and getting more morose by the second.

"Sexy stallion!"

I felt those arms around me again, a warm big cow hugging me from behind while her alcohol laden breath oozed past my snout.

"Melissa! What are you doing here this early?"

"I was going to say the same to you dear. You weren't on tonight were you?"

"No Melissa, just...chillin."

She giggled stupidly, leaning against me heavily until it was taking most of my strength to hold her.

"Me too hun. Couldn't sleep, thought I would come here for another nightcap. Didn't expect to see my favourite young stallion though. Say...you wouldn't like a nightcap back at my place would you? Might help me sleep."

Another giggle, and a nudge.

Sometimes the worst thing for you is the best thing for you. I knew I needed something to block the rest of the evening out of my mind, and this would do it better than playing the pokies and drinking Johnny Walker Red. Another body. Another touch, another fuck to replace the memories of the last. I needed that. I needed something.

She was whistling out of tune as we headed out the door, the remains of my thousand dollars in my pocket. I left the whisky for the badger. He looked like he needed it.

As I stripped for her, watching the incredible hunger in her gaze, everything slipped away, all the bad shit, and I was back, wanted, needed, sex and fucking and heat, a young guy in his prime with a hot cow begging for it. Her eyes widened as I stood waiting for her touch.

"Ohhh honey. That is so sexy..."

I realised I had forgotten one of the rings, the one at the base of my cock. In the haze and then the angst, I had remembered to remove the one on my scrotum in the shower, but the clasp on the one clenching my meat had been too fiddly, and I left it for later just shoving a semi hard horsecock into my shorts. Later never came, and now I was hard again and naked.

Melissa cupped my balls, and I winced a little as they were still tender, then she stroked my cock lovingly, all the while mooing softly. She traced the line of the ring, down at my sheath and behind my balls before engulfing my stallionhood in her talented muzzle. I closed my eyes, just enjoying, sighing a soft 'yes' while she gave me an awesome blowjob.

We fucked like rabbits, sometimes stopping and resting before changing positions and fucking again. She came loudly, screaming out my name and scratching my back into ribbons. She got my name right. At least she got my fucking name right.

When I tiptoed out of her room as the light broke into the lounge, I dropped my ears and tail in disappointment. I had hoped to avoid her son again, but it looked like God had it in for me. He was there, sitting at the kitchen bench, and eating Vita Brits. His mother snored on blissfully unaware, the sound of her snores coming through loud and clear through the door. I assumed every other sound travelled just as well in this house, it seemed to have paper thin walls or something. I couldn't help blushing when he gave me the thumbs up again.

"'sup?"

"Ahh...nothing much."

"Fun night horsey dude?"

"Um..."

"Hey, don't worry. You're nice anyway. Mum says you're nice. I wish you'd come round more often, she's happy when she talks 'bout you."

I hated the idea that I had a place in this kid's universe, but the concept touched me as well. I had finally made my goal, someone actually found me worth having around. I started to laugh, then it turned into tears and I fell onto the couch.

Suddenly there was a calf next to me, just kind of waiting. He patted my thigh.

"Would you like some cereal?"

I munched a bowl of Vita Brits, really not thinking about anything too much. I did have a sudden flash of inspiration though.

"Hey mate...do you like Xbox do you?"

"Yeah dude...heaps."

"Why don't you have an Xbox One?"

"Awww...I need to save up. Mum won't buy one, we don't have the money, and I'm skint."

I smiled at him and reached into my pocket, pulling out a wad of bills. Eight hundred and Fifty, give or take. His eyes lit up like saucers.

"Here. Get some games too. Tell your mum...tell her thank you."

He watched me walk out the door with adoring eyes. All I could think about was the many and tortured ways of Karma; that and the fact I had done enough to earn another spanking. Booze, bad and ill advised fucking with a cow old enough to be my mother.

There was no way I was going back there to fess up and take my spanking though. Not in a million years.

*****

A million years turned out to be optimistic, but I am nothing if not stupid. I had gone to her house twice, waiting outside while I wondered what to do. What I would say, what I would ask. I chickened out at the last moment, just as I was about to ring the doorbell.

Five months later though, I finally let curiosity and my heart get the better of me. Her face was in my mind every night, hers and Danny's. She had lit a fire inside me, and no amount of Melissa or any of the other Cougars who prowled the Tavern managed to quench it. My cock itched for her, and my body ached to be her slave. My heart itched to find out precisely how fucking fucked up her life was.

I had finally rung my foster brother, getting the lowdown as much as he knew. Danny was a popular kid, good at rowing and rugby, generally liked but a little quiet. He had some issues, nothing anyone knew much about, and he liked to get shitfaced when he was in a mood. As far as my foster brother was concerned, it may be due to his past.

"Danny was adopted, he told me one night when we were both pissed. His parents couldn't have kids or something, and they adopted him when he was four. I think he always felt a bit like he didn't belong though. Something was eating him anyway."

When I stood in front of the door I remembered, with nice Edwardian stained glass, I drew a big breath and rang, prepared to ask the questions. Why me. Why a school uniform. Why...why call me Danny. That didn't last the moment the door opened though.

"You! What the hell are you doing here?"

There in the doorway was the stallion I remembered from the picture, Alison's husband. He had returned it seemed.

"Get off my property now, do you hear? I've seen more than enough of you to last a lifetime!"

"Douglas? Douglas, who is it?"

The figure came out of the bedroom, the one I had been taken into. It was Alison, but not quite as I remembered. She recognised me, her eyes widening in shock and surprise, and something else. A little bit of terror.

She was holding her belly, which looked nicely rounded. About five months rounded, give or take. As our eyes met, she saw me, and saw that I had realised. She went to speak, but I turned and walked away.

"Lachlan! Lachlan, please wait!"

"Looks like I'm not the only one who needs a spanking Alison."

She didn't come after me. I was grateful for small mercies; at least she didn't call me Danny.

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Ok, so a footnote.

I someties write for bad reasons and in the wrong mood. This was one of those times. My apologies if this isnt your thing.