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Marshall pulled himself up over a long-dead trunk, its bulk having been cocked at a weird angle for decades. Underneath his padded paws, the wood creaked and crunched and termites scurried out when he trudged down the skewed, natural ramp it formed. Down at the decayed roots he dismounted and landed in the underbrush with a crunch of leaves and twigs only to start walking again. He ducked under branches and stomped lame little saplings down as he forged a path, following nothing but a vague sense of instinct.

On weekends, Marshall liked his own unique perversion of the common nature walk. Through the backwoods of farm country he bushwhacked with his bare paws and relished in the heat and ambiance of the summer. Being a Tamaskan dog imbued him with a self-sufficient nature which he loved to put to the test. He could get lost out in the woods for hours at a time, and one occasion even saw him press on overnight, all to satisfy a stubborn will which he harbored well despite his small, lean size.

Once through a thick patch of dead branches and decaying leafs, Marshall found a tight clearing broken up by a single apple tree. The simple and almost too perfect beauty of its placement looked like a postcard. Underfoot, rotted apples long since felled made for obstacles of varying softness. Marshall was hungry at the sight of the ripe fruit on the branches, but he was no tree-climber. With a little ingenuity, he grabbed a sturdy branch from the edge of the clearing and jostled some fresh apples loose. With a satisfactory grin he sat against the tree and dug his teeth into one of his green prizes. Marshall hadn't realized just how far gone his appetite was; and he downed four fresh apples before he was satisfied. Only then did he settle more contentedly against the tree with a sigh to match.

Birds and chittering bugs in the trees made for a familiar and fond soundscape which Marshall thought he could snooze to. Minutes before he might have pressed on without a second thought, but food in his belly and a clear place to enjoy shade and rest had fast weakened him. He closed his eyes, let out one more sigh and simply let himself snooze.

Soft steps from gentle hooves did nothing to wake the Tamaskan, by then out for half an hour. Just as Marshall had his routine of wandering the forest, so did the small Shetland pony make her rounds in the clearing, it being a tiny offshoot off her master's property. Though she snuffled the ground intently for the freshest apples she could find, she was distracted by the sight and scent of the dog. Far from a dumb horse, she seemed to grin upon registering the snoozing wanderer. Thanks to the farmhand whom tended to her, she had a fondness for dogs.

First the mare thought to pester Marshall but her belly growled. Scattered around the dog were some of the freshest apples she had seen in weeks, clearly knocked down by the sleeping stranger. She saw no compunction in eating them when so many more lay around, and she distantly expected her noisy crunching to wake up the stranger but when he continued to snooze, she crept closer and closer to his calm face. All dogs had intensely keen senses of smell, she knew, and she thought her proximity might spur him awake for that reason. But when even that failed, she rolled her lovely amber eyes and simply snorted on Marshall which woke him with a shriek.

"Ah! Oh, just a horse," Marshall panted. When the mare tilted her head and narrowed her soulful eyes as if to ask, what do you mean just a horse?, Marshall gently patted her muzzle. "You scared me. I figured I was all alone out here..."

When Marshall stood up and started to step around the pony, she grumbled and heavily bumped her snout into his belly. It had the desired effect of stopping Marshall and he looked down at her with a smirk. "What do you want, huh?" To answer, she ground her snout into his paw until he started to pet her. By churring and nuzzling to the tune of his affection, she spurred him into petting more and more until he ultimately began to rake through the mane along the back of her neck. "You're pretty affectionate, aren't you?" Marshall mused. "Pretty as you are, I bet you belong to somebody around here..." said the dog in a plaintive mumble, looking at the only clear path out of the woods.

There was no doubting that the mare smiled at Marshall's compliment. She went so far as to shake her head and thrash her luxuriant mane like a model might flip her hair. It wasn't uncommon to meet allegedly dumb animals with such sharp grasps on language, emotion and abstract thought, though Marshall did still see fit to treat the mare patronizingly. "You'd better go on back to your stable, I think," he said with a pat on her head. "I'm gonna head on out of here, too."

But the mare was far from through. Strangers, especially ones who didn't shy away from wandering horses were so uncommon to the sweet Shetland. Fun she once enjoyed with her handlers immediately halted upon the installation of a security camera in her stable and her master, pleasant though he was, wanted no part of the horse breeding game. With a gentle growl, she nipped Marshall's paw with her flat teeth which caused no lasting harm but earned his undivided attention.

"Ow! What the hell was that about?" he huffed in indignity more than pain. Nevertheless, he rubbed the pinch.

A pony's size offered limitless advantages for the slutty mare with a taste for two-legged partners. Exhibiting a little aggression, she nudged him until he had his back to the tree and then she buried her snout in his crotch. Even through denim covered in burrs and berry juice, she could smell a musky canine cock hiding in what was without a doubt a fuzzy sheath. She knew the kind of things boy dogs had in their pants and she was clearly not about to be denied of what she craved.

Marshall wouldn't be so quickly convinced and he yelped at the nuzzling and snuffling. Her thick nose was so intently grinding against his groin that he couldn't possibly misconstrue her intentions and yet he gasped, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The mare's reply was of course nonverbal. She looked at him from the tops of her eyes while her long muzzle bared a tiny grin. The well-groomed shock of hair that made up her tail lashed once as if in a playful challenge and again she growled, this time to vibrate Marshall's loins.

"Oh no, no-o-o," Marshall groaned as he braced his paws on the sides of her head. But despite his pushing, he had no strength over a stubborn horse, not even a pony. "I've got two legs, you've got four and I don't feel like getting shot by some angry farmer," the dog sternly warned. In the pony's opinion he only needed more coercion and so she nuzzled harder and growled all the more lewdly. On one occasion she opened her mouth and closed it around the subtle but obvious outline of Marshall's genitals, and then she softly gnawed with her flat teeth.

The Tamaskan whined and tried to shoo away impure thoughts and long-buried lust of latent bestial cravings. Never before had he acted on his feelings but neither had he gotten himself into such a situation. With all the shame and perpetually-broken promises to himself to stop, Marshall watched the illegal porn almost every night and he jerked off in a frenzy over it. He never climaxed quite so hard as when he watched four-legged mares get fucked by their keepers. To suddenly have a mare whose demeanor was beyond compliant to the brink of her being downright slutty was a dream and a nightmare rolled up into one dark fantasy. Marshall knew he would never ditch the shame of being a horsefucker if he went through with it, but when the mare started to deliberately suck his bulge, he whimpered and abandoned any hope of resisting.

"Ooh...! Ohh, god, all right, just let me get my pants off," he said in a haggard gasp. At once the pony backpedaled but only enough to give Marshall room to undress, just in case he tried to bolt, but he did as he promised. When the pants were down, the mare saw boxers which she was given no chance to explore, but just as well, because when she saw the Tamaskan's knotted red rocket, she abandoned all pretense of subtlety. It scared Marshall to have every inch of his modest cock, knot included to be buried in a mare's powerful and dangerous jaws but she treated his penis with the utmost respect. Hungry suckles drew out viscous dribbles of pre and coaxed the dog into crooning moans. Soon he was bent over her stout body, petting her withers and stroking through her mane. The more she suckled his cock, the less he was concerned with the taboo at hand.

"Awh, so good," Marshall weakly cooed. Splayed ears, rolled-back eyes and a toothy grin denoted his total pleasure; and a bright blush marked his embarrassment but he was by then fully invested in the lovely pony. But no matter how much she suckled and slathered his knotted penis with her thick tongue, she was a sexually voracious girl with needs and wants of her own. A blowjob was perfect to sample the talent and get him totally compliant but with that thrill out of the way, she pulled back and resisted his soft grip which tried to keep her where she was. Softly he gasped to her and begged her to keep sucking, but she denied him. Another treat was offered when she turned around neatly and held her tail high, though she wasn't so vulgar as to grind back against the dog just yet.

Bearing witness to the swollen, dripping glory of the pony's thick black cunt etched the reality of the moment into Marshall's brain. He knew it was time to decide if he was to go through with it and fuck the little horse or if he'd chicken out and run. Exhibiting clear intent to goad Marshall into the former was the lovely Shetland when she swayed her thick rear, winked her wet clit and clenched her tail hole as alluringly as she could.

Marshall set his paw on the mare's mound and reveled in her heat and humidity. The folds of her snatch stuck lewdly to his pads but they were contradictorily slippery, too. Most thrilling to him was her scent, an equine miasma filthy with pheromones which were all the more arousing to his doggy nose in their unfamiliarity. His proclivity to bestiality went well past the simplicity of the kink and into biological longing, though that wouldn't occur to him until late that night.

The dog knew that only the raw reality of the moment mattered and he pushed his considerations and worries aside when he knelt and brought his nose up close to the mare's snatch. His sticky black lips pressed against her clit which reflexively winked and found itself smooched. Marshall crooned some sweet, if not overwhelmed whimper to the pony before he dragged his long tongue over her folds and the plush ring of her pucker for good measure. In lifting her tail up, she had permitted everything.

As Marshall licked, the mare swished her tail and more intently winked her clit against his fuzzy chin. Thick rivulets of her honey ran down his chin to mat up his chin and stain his shirt. Marshall found her scent intoxicating. Clearly she was well-bathed and thus not off-putting, but still her pussy had a strong scent which made him lap more roughly, soon to the point that he was simply eating her out with little finesse. The dog exhibited great reverence when stroked her strong rear legs but ignored his throbbing shaft, for he saw fit to reserve every ounce of his own pleasure for the sweet pussy he was gobbling up. Each lap inside saw him slurp her juices out and he drank deeply of them, just as he sucked in her musk and allowed her to fill his lungs and completely overtake him. In all the years he had watched similar filth he had cooked up so very many fantasies to jerk off to yet none were so visceral and outright perfect as that particular moment.

As if at the flick of a switch, Marshall knew he needed to fuck the mare. At the rate his arousal was growing he thought he might squirt onto the ground paws-free and that simply wouldn't do. The flawless feral pussy he was eating needed to be pleasured more than his tongue alone could manage. With a gasp, he pulled his maw off of her cunt but gave her winking clit one soft bump with his nose. Sticky juices clung to his chin and neck, worn like a badge of honor as he stood up on shaky legs and braced his paws on the pony's strong hips for support.

Marshall wasted no time. He gripped his cock around the knot and bumped his pointed tip to her mound. Her height was ideal for him to mount her like so but he didn't consider that. All that crossed his mind was how right it felt, even as wrong as he knew it was. Finally the Tamaskan entered that very accommodating cunt with absolutely no resistance. She was slick, hot and deceptively tight. Marshall shuddered throughout his whole body and he dug his fingers into her hips for support. "Ooh, my god," he gasped.

From the mare's lips came a receptive little whinny and she rubbed her hips back against Marshall. Tight as she was around his modest cock, the knot was yet excluded, it being something to work on later. Marshall simply didn't want to be tied with the mare yet; and to demonstrate how eager he was to fuck, he started to firmly hump the pony. Slowly and steadily, Marshall drove his cock in deep and rubbed his knot against her pussylips only to pull it right back just so he could grind in again. All the while the mare's clit winked along the bottom of his flesh. It kissed up against the taut bulb of his knot when he was lucky enough to hilt during one of her winks.

Around the Tamaskan's cock, the mare's pink walls were not unlike moist velvet. They conformed neatly to his rocket as they gripped him him but never so strongly as to dissuade his eager humping. Sticky honey from the mare's lusting snatch coated his cock and left it with a sheen to ever keep that male flesh slicked up, precluding any painful friction. The pretty locks of her tail brushed sweetly against his chest, and once she looked back to meet his eyes with a tiny smile on her snout.

"I'm glad you talked me into this," Marshall gasped. It was a dream come true in many respects, but just as much was it something awkward and terrible. He wondered if this was just the dam breaking and if he wouldn't spend every weekend henceforth creeping into stables to steal a little bit of mare pussy. If the pretty pony he was giving it to wanted to rendezvous a few weeks from then, that would have been a fun date too. But while the dog wondered just what this meant for his future, he was shuddering and huffing. His knees were shaking and his cock, that pulsing and drooling red rocket of his, was immensely tender against the walls of the mare's pussy.

A deep shudder precluded a rougher grind from Marshall which parted the mare's folds against his knot but didn't quite sink the bulb. For the first time since they'd begun she more aggressively ground back and pushed Marshall off balance, leaving him no choice but to stagger and fall over her back for a moment. "Ah, I take it you want the knot, right?" The mare hadn't spoken before and she wasn't about to start doing so, but she got by with her body language then like always. She met the apex of one of Marshall's desperate thrusts with a sharp buck shove of her own and that told the dog everything he needed to know. "All right, oka-a-ay, I get the picture... Shit, I'm gonna cum..."

There was another exciting prospect for the mare who pushed back again, albeit more gently and less intrusively to Marshall's rhythm. By then the dog was on the same page as her and he started to really rut the mare as he fucked her like her own kind would, all to no detriment to her sweet little snatch. Made for bigger cocks and heavy duty breeding, her thick black pussy took every pound Marshall had to offer and it kept writhing and gripping upon that knotted doggy flesh, inviting the Tamaskan to bury his bone and stick around.

Marshall made it clear that he hoped to take the pony up on her hospitality. His pants were pooled around his ankles and he stepped out of them with one leg which he threw up onto the mare's hip as if he intended to ride her. But all he intended and all he did was give himself some more leverage to grind into the pony. For the first time, his knot popped past the lips of her cunt but it was a sudden tie and the dog popped it back just as briskly, hardly even realizing it had happened. The mare noticed, however, and her whinny was a sharp and frenzied cue to stick it in for good.

The dog put his foot back on the ground but he hunkered down over the mare and braced his paws on her back as he threw his hips into every buck. His knot noisily smacked again and again into the mare's pussy which bulged and gripped in its attempts to gobble up the dog's cock. It craved the knot and it slathered the flesh with messy liquids. Though her whinnies were infrequent, her snorts and huffs were common and they denoted her mounting pleasure taken from the energetic rutting. Once again she began to push back against her new friend with intent to get his knot where she deigned it belonged and Marshall was not about to deny such a bossy little lady.

"Ohh shit, shit," Marshall grimaced. That was it. He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and splayed back his ears. He more or less hugged the mare's broad back and he ruthlessly buried his cock in her obliging pussy, forcing in every last inch and ultimately settling there. As the mare's pussylips grasped the most tender stalk of cockflesh behind his knot, Marshall came with a heated groan through clenched teeth. That thick doggy load splattered deep into the incompatible but immensely appreciative mare whose own climax was spurred by the prolonged stretch of the knot. She snorted and quivered as the orgasm struck and she squirted around Marshall's knot which displaced much of his sticky spunk and made a mess of her inner thighs and Marshall's fuzzy groin.

Sticky and content but feeling the guilt of having finally fucked a horse, Marshall weakly chuckled, "Look what you made me do, huh?" But the mare looked back with an expression Marshall recognized as coy, and the dog petted her muzzle to which she rumbled fondly. "Ah... I think it was worth it, though..."