{"sf1_id":920407,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Visit from the Night Mare","author":"Resolute","words":4424,"posted_at":"2015-10-11T08:34:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Aroused","Bestiality","Buck","Cervine","Deer","Equine","Female","Feral","Fingering","First Person","Horse","Interspecies","M/F","Male","Oral","Orgasm Denial","Seduction","Sex","Short Story","Size Difference","Straight","Supernatural","Teasing","Technically not bestiality","Zoophilia","licking","quadruped"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/920407-visit-from-the-night-mare","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/920407","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=920407\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"An anthro buck makes his last rounds through his stables, but the unexpected upends his evening plans--and it's all downhill from there.\nNOTE:\nThis is probably the second kinkiest story I've written; while it's not technically bestiality (why not, you ask? spoilers!), it does a full Riverdance on the line. Or so I feel. An argument can also be made that the pairing is one of dubious consent at best. If either of those themes seriously wigs you out (I'm still not sure what to make of it), this is your warning to hit the NOPE button and back out. Otherwise, read on!","content":"The stables were quiet, which was hardly unusual\nfor a Saturday evening. Marshall loved the work, but he was tired\nenough to prefer the calm. The handful of boarders wouldn't be there\nfor anything short of an emergency, and the two stable hands were at\nhome, leaving him to do the last check on the horses before turning\nin. Just him and his charges on a warm summer night--warm enough\nthat he didn't need a shirt over his tawny fur. The buck's antlers\nwere growing long enough that only button-on shirts were feasible.\n\nSunset had passed a few minutes ago, and the\nsecurity light above the stable door flicked on as he approached. He\nunlocked the door and hit the switches inside, bringing light inside\nthe stable as well. Some of the horses stirred at the change, but\nthey were reacting more to his presence than to the light.\n\nLet's have a trouble-free night, fillies and\ngentlecolts, he thought.\nThe east side of the stable was only half-filled\nfor the weekend thanks to some competition two towns over. As he\nwalked down the line, he found the remaining boarders calm and\ncontent, save for the two who leaned their heads out for attention.\nHe slipped the well-behaved one a peppermint, and dodged a nip from\nthe rascal.\n\"Oy. No biting,\" he said, and kept\nmoving back despite a whinny of protest. The gelding's owner was a\nlittle too indulgent. \"Behave tomorrow and maybe we'll talk,\nkay?\"\n\nHe chuckled to himself. Some would call it crazy\nto talk to the horses, but virtually every owner and his own\nemployees did the same. Something about the beasts made forging that\nconnection easier, even if they didn't exactly return the favor.\nHe kept walking. The west side of the stable was a\nlittle longer and housed his own horses for rented rides and\nbreeding--or rather, the owner's horses, but Marshall had a growing\nstake in the business. With her being gone most of the time it seemed\nlike he'd be taking over in the next few years. All but two of the\nstalls were full, and he let himself walk slow, inspecting the feed,\nwater buckets, and inhabitants. Everything was relatively tidy, and\nthe sight of a clean stable and happy horses lifted his spirits.\nWhen he neared the end of the line, a stamping in\none of the stalls drew his attention. He sighed and cautiously poked\nhis head over the divider. \"What's the matter, Silver?\" The\nmare in question whickered in an almost plaintive tone. \"All\nright, hold on.\" He unlatched the gate and slipped inside,\nlocking it behind him, and reached out to her. A stallion further\ndown the line gave a low whinny, and she answered back, shifting\nabout like she wanted to run over.\nHe did some quick math, and it dawned on him.\n\"Ahh, just that time of the month.\" His hands roamed over\nher muzzle and neck, guiding her head close so he could soothe her\nbetter. \"It's alright. You'll get through it, and we'll find\nsome nice and handsome stallion for you. Kay?\" He patted her,\nand stealthily brought a peppermint out onto his other hand.\n\nShe picked up the\nscent fast, and he chuckled as her velvety nose tickled his palm. He\nknew she wasn't in pain or anything, but part of him still felt bad.\nHell, he thought,\nthere are nights I might as well be in rut or whatever,\nmyself. Living on the farmland\nedge of suburbia didn't lend itself to a very vibrant nightlife, and\nas much as he enjoyed the quiet, there was a difference between alone\nand lonely.\n\nSilver whickered, and lightly headbutted him.\n\"Sorry, mints won't cool you down the way you're looking for.\"\nHe knew nothing would; at least, not unless he took matters into his\nown hands, so to speak.\n\nHe made a mental note to call the friend of a\nfriend who could bring a breeding stud in the next month or two.\n\nHe gave her one last rub before stepping back\noutside her stall, whistling a high note. Haggling over the contract\nand costs would be a necessary pain, but it was one less complication\non his tired mind.\nAt least, it was\nuntil he got to the end and looked into a vacant stall that wasn't\nempty. There was a\nhorse in it. Less worrisome than other things that could be in it,\nbut not exactly a welcome end to his night.\nYou're not where you're supposed to be,\nhe thought, then drew up short as he got a better look. The horse had\nwhat looked like a pure white coat, or perhaps silvery-gray--it was\nhard to tell under the fluorescent lights. They didn't have any horse\nlike that, owned or boarded, and it wasn't a familiar breed.\n\"Where did\nyou come from?\" he murmured, looking in vain for any information\non the stall door or paperwork nearby. It hadn't been there in the\nmorning, he was sure, and he would have been notified if a new\narrival came in during the afternoon. He reached for his cell phone,\nintending to call the help and see if it had slipped through the\ncracks, but a white sheet caught his eye inside the stall.\nIf the paperwork\nhad been forgotten inside, he'd have to get it, and that meant\nentering a stall with a horse he'd never met. The beast stood\nunmoving, head lowered, like it was asleep. She,\nhe corrected himself as he stepped closer to get a better view. The\nmare woke once he reached the door, and turned to look at him.\n\"Hey, girl,\" he murmured, slowly raising\na hand level with her nose. Her ears perked forward, and her approach\nwas languid, filling him with a little confidence. \"Looks like\nwe haven't been introduced. I'm Marshall.\" She paused a foot\naway from his hand, then slowly, carefully resumed her approach,\nsniffing at him. \"That's it. Just wanna figure out where you're\nsupposed to be. You'll be a good girl, right?\"\nHer velvety nose touched his hand, and a quiet\nnicker was her seeming response.\n\n\"That's it,\" he said again, letting her\nexplore a little before reaching up to stroke her muzzle. Her eyes\nwere a surprisingly bright amber, for a horse, and he could've sworn\nshe was watching him more intently than the average equine. \"You're\nreally soft, aren't you?\" His hand moved to her neck, stroking\nand scratching her white coat--a well-groomed horse had smooth hair,\nsure, but he'd never felt anything quite like the mare's.\n\"Don't suppose you'll back up and let me\nsneak in,\" he said, and lightly pressed on her muzzle. To his\nrelief, she did, and he worked the latch in a smooth motion as he\nslipped through the door. \"Good girl.\" He brought up a\npeppermint for her, and chuckled as she licked his hand clean,\ntrailing her tongue up to his fingertips.\n\nGood, she's more affectionate than bitey.\nHe sidestepped a couple times until he was in range of the paper on\nthe far end, and grabbed it with his spare hand. It was a bill of\ntransfer, but nothing was filled in except the name: Lilah.\nSomebody's getting a talking-to tomorrow--or earlier.\nHell, I'd better make a couple calls before it gets too late.\n\"Hey, Lilah,\" he said, and she perked\nher ears. \"Looks like I'll have to step back out and figure out\nwhere you came from, hm?\"\n\nShe nosed at his\nhand again, looking for more peppermints, or just attention. He\ndidn't want to pamper a stranger, but at least he could keep\nscratching over her neck. Her mane was like spun silk--or at least,\nit probably was. He hadn't felt silk before, but little else could've\nbeen that smooth and soft. And the smell!\nA well-kept horse usually smelled good, sure, but the mare was\nsomething else entirely. He couldn't put a finger on it.\n\"If it turns\nout we're keeping you, whatever shampoo you use would probably cost\nas much as this barn.\" He leaned closer, getting another whiff.\nHerbal something, maybe? No, not quite.\nShe whickered again, almost like she was laughing with him. It really\ndidn't help the tendency to keep talking to the horses when they did\nthat.\nWhen he turned to\nleave, she took a step in front of him. A slight toss of her head,\nand a nuzzle to his shoulder, had him sighing and resuming his\npetting. Another minute won't hurt.\nShe seemed to especially enjoy having the sides of her neck\nscratched, and leaned into his hands. She traced her muzzle over his\nchest--he was wary of being bitten, having been tricked a few times\nin the past, but he didn't stop it just yet. Her breath warmed his\nfurred belly, and her even warmer tongue started to stroke his fur.\n\n\"Real friendly, aren't you--whoa, girl.\"\nHe steadied himself as she pushed her nose against his belly, and\ngave a firm enough lick that it nearly slipped under his waistband.\nShe breathed out again, and he planted a palm on her nose to push her\naway. The warmth remained, tingling as his fur settled back into\nplace, and his heart beat a little faster than he'd have liked.\n\"Gotta buy me dinner first.\"\nShe whickered\nagain. Marshall could have sworn it was a chuckle. Uncanny.\nIt didn't help that the stall felt rather warm, and he was more than\nold enough to know it wasn't the temperature; granted, he was also\nmore than old enough to know it was definitely nothing but\nthe temperature. In his younger, hornier years--not much more than a\ndecade ago, but long enough by his count--he might have dreamed up\nsome fantasies of a beautiful mare who could talk, but then, the\nteenaged brain could fantasize about anything.\nThe present day was different. Horses were\nanimals. Magnificent and beautiful animals, sure, but they couldn't\ntalk, let alone say in certain terms what they wanted and why they\nwanted it. Pretending otherwise was wrong--abusive, even. He'd have\nfired and reported any hands or clients that tried something with his\nhorses.\n\nBut, it wasn't a problem, and he put it out of his\nmind. It was just a warm, sleepy, lonely summer night. The tightness\nin his sheath was a coincidence, and would wait until his nighttime\nshower.\n\"Alright, Lilah, you gotta let me out.\"\nHe moved his hand to guide her away from the door, and she turned\nwith his lead. \"Good girl.\"\n\nObedient,\nat least.\nHe folded the transfer bill and stuffed it in his back pocket.\nAffectionate as\nall hell, but I can deal with that if she's obedient.\nHow long he'd be dealing with her was the next question, and one he\ncould solve once he was out of the stall. He gave Lilah one last\nlook--and saw a long patch of unkempt coat along her side.\n\"What\nhappened here?\" He leaned closer, tilting his head to look for\nany injuries before touching the scruffy mess. The rest of her coat\nwas perfect--pristine, even. \"Did you scrape against the wall\nor something?\"\n\nNo\nanswer was forthcoming, of course, so he sighed and looked around for\na brush. Just\none thing after another with this mare.\nThere was a spare just outside the door, at least, and he allowed\nhimself a minute more to groom her back into a presentable shape. She\nrelaxed as he stroked her side with the brush, and it didn't take\nlong for most of the tangles to straighten and look as beautiful as\nthe rest of her.\nAnd he had to admit, she really was a beauty. If\nshe wasn't theirs, he'd be loathe to let her go.\nThe hair on her haunch was less cooperative than\nthe rest, and he put a little more effort into straightening it out.\nHer tail swished back and forth, drawing his eye to the motion--and\nhe forced his attention back to the job, not wanting to get\ndistracted when he was close to being done. He couldn't let himself\nlook, not even if her tail was tilted to the side.\nHe\nlooked. Only for a moment, but it was enough to let him see her\nnethers. His heart jumped, and he dropped the brush. For\ncrying out loud, Marshall, this isn't the backseat of a car at prom\nnight.\nHe swallowed, despite his mouth going dry. Get\na hold of yourself.\nHis fingers shook a little as he smoothed over her coat with his\npalm, lingering on her hindquarter.\n\nShe\nsnorted, softly, and leaned into his hand. His heart started to thud\nagainst his chest as his fingers drifted onto her rump; she really\ndid smell nice, and feel nice, and some part of him wondered if all\nof her felt as nice. It was wrong, though, and he sucked in a breath,\nsteeling himself to pull away despite the blood pulsing in his loins.\nTouch me.\nIt\nwas an odd thought for him to have--or maybe it wasn't his. It\ndidn't matter. He didn't move. When Lilah did instead, his fingers\ntouched\nsoft skin and damp heat. A tremor ran through him. It was just\ncoincidence, an accident, and he could forget about it if he left.\nInstead, two of his fingers curled, parting her folds. She was wet,\nand hot, and curiosity drove him to slip the fingers in up to the\nknuckle. A faint, slick sound met his ears as her powerful muscles\nclenched around the digits. Wrong\nbecame more than a little relative.\nHe slid another finger in, then the fourth. She\ncould probably take his entire arm, but he didn't try. A muskier,\nsort of tangy scent reached his nose--her arousal smelled familiar,\nnot unlike a doe's. She was winking, squeezing, and all too\nreceptive. It was too much.\nHe\nsucked in a gasping breath and pulled his hand from her slit. I\nneed to think.\nHe stumbled to the side and tried to ignore the slick juices\npractically dripping from his fingers. Just\nmake it outside, you can rub one out later.\nHis face felt flush, and he panted, trying to cool off as he stepped\ntowards the door. Or\nmaybe sooner.\n\nHe didn't notice Lilah moving with him until he'd\nreached the latch.\nShe stopped just shy of touching his hand, gazing\nat him, and gave a quiet little nicker. He tried to swallow. The mare\nstood at just the right angle that he could see her tail still\nflagged to the side, inviting him; while he couldn't see around the\ncurve of her haunch, the sight and feel of her was seared into his\nmind.\n\"Should\nI stay?\" He wasn't sure who he was asking--she couldn't\nunderstand him. But, when he let go of the latch, her muzzle\nintercepted his hand--or maybe he reached for her--and the brush of\nvelvety warmth over his wet fingers melted his resolve. Strong lips\nand a broad tongue cleaned each digit of her own juices before she\ntrailed her snout down his chest, and belly, until she reached the\ntent in his shorts.\n\nSome part of his brain tried to tell him she was\njust an animal, that this was taking advantage of her, but he didn't\nlisten. Let alone believe it.\nSlow rubs soon made the fabric trappings\nuncomfortably tight, and he reached down to readjust his package.\nInstead, the button came loose, and the combined efforts of her teeth\nand his fumbling fingers tugged the waistband down until the pants\ndropped to his ankles. He had the presence of mind to step out of the\nlegs and lay them over the door, at least, but that left his\nhalf-erect shaft free to bob in the air in front of her. She wasted\nno time in nuzzling the length with her velvety nose, then licking at\nthe narrow head. The tingling warmth built into a sort of buzz, and\nbefore he could react, the mare opened her mouth and took his\nnow-stiff manhood into its warmth.\n\nNot\npossible,\nthe last vestige of his thoughts cried out. No\nway a mare would know how to...\nHer tongue rippled and glided over the underside of his cock, coaxing\na groan from deep in his chest. She gazed at him the whole time with\nher red eyes--no,\namber.\nWhy did I think\nthey were red?\nLilah made a sound and suckled him without biting,\nsomehow, and the thought no longer mattered. How wrong it was didn't\nmatter either. His palms caressed the sides of her head, steadying\nher as his hips started rolling, but the finger-curling waves of\nheated pleasure stopped when she pulled back, despite his best\nefforts to hold on. He whined, desperate, about to grip his shaft and\ngo the rest of the way himself, but her whicker caught his ear, and\nhe looked up to see her turned around with tail aside to present her\nswollen pussy.\nShe looked back over her shoulder and licked her\nlips.\nPlease,\nhelp yourself.\nHe wanted to, so he found the nearby step stool\nand bent over to drag it closer--and got a good whiff of her\nintimates as he centered it behind her. He wanted to taste her, like\nshe'd tasted him, but the ache in his cock was too great to ignore,\nso he stepped up. She leaned against him and whinnied; the touch of\nher silky soft coat sent a spurt of precum onto her back. He clumsily\nwiped it away, still wishing he could quench his parched mouth with\nher juices, but his other hand was already guiding his length into\nher slick folds, and he pushed forward until his length was\nhalf-buried inside her.\n\"Oh, shit,\" he gasped. His hands flew to\nher hips as she pressed back, taking him the rest of the way. Rings\nof muscle worked over his length; at first, he could tell she was\nbuilt for something thicker and somewhat longer, but she got tighter,\nand tighter, until he couldn't remember the difference. An ache built\nin his loins as he started to thrust, an all too familiar tension,\nand his spirits fell--he wouldn't last long. It didn't matter,\nthough: she fit him like a glove, squeezing in all the right places,\nslick and inviting even though he wasn't her species. He wondered if\nall mares felt like this, if he'd been missing out by not disobeying\nevery moral and natural law.\nShe\ncaught his eye. The\nanswer is no.\nHeartened by that, he fucked her harder, ignoring\nthe churning in his balls and hoping she'd get some measure of\nsatisfaction--if she felt pleasure from their coupling at all; he\nwasn't sure if horses did. Her panting and soft sounds suggested\notherwise. It didn't matter. The tension spread through his loins,\nheart beating faster and breath coming in pants, fingers digging into\nthe coat he'd just brushed. He felt the moment building, building\npast the point of no return.\nShe clenched around his shaft, and shudders ran\nthrough his body, briefly immobilizing him as his loins throbbed\nhard. His balls tightened, but to his faint surprise didn't release\ntheir load into her depths. His cock was still hard as iron. He could\nkeep going.\n\nSo he did.\nHeat built in his chest as he rutted her like a\nbreeding stud, his hips and balls slapping her ass as she kept\nrocking back into him. His fingers and toes tingled, or maybe they\nwere numb. He closed his eyes and listened to the slick, sliding\nsounds, felt nothing but her, and smelled nothing but her impossible\nbody and the horribly taboo sex he desperately needed more of.\nAnother, louder, groan tore its way out of his throat. It was all he\ncould do to keep breathing. His knees shook as his loins spasmed\nagain without relief. Fire burned in his chest as the pleasure\nconsumed everything but his need for the mare.\n\"Oh, g-god,\" he gasped, \"Li...\nLilah. Please.\" He didn't know if she could understand him. It\ndidn't matter. Nothing else mattered. His throat tightened, and he\nchoked out a whisper. \"Let me...\" The tightness gripped his\nlungs, his heart, pulsing with each clench of her walls around him,\ngrowing into an ache like the one in his loins. Every fiber of his\nbody felt overcharged, electrified. He couldn't think. He could\nbarely breathe. He looked up at her.\nRed eyes met his.\n\nAnother squeeze, right as he hilted, and the\ntension broke like a dam. His long, guttural moan filled the stall as\nhe pressed himself as deep as physically possible, leaning on her\nback. His balls were so tight it was like her inner walls were\nclenching them too, and he gripped handfuls of her coat to hold on as\nhis legs nearly gave out from the throbbing in his loins. Thick ropes\nof his hot seed sprayed into her depths while she kept him completely\nimmobile in her full-length grip. Stars flared and obscured his sight\nof her back, and her eyes.\n\nMarshall panted, hard, trying to steady himself,\nbut each movement in her sent another shock through his body. He held\non, cock twitching but only shooting blanks. He didn't know how long\nhe stayed there, how long until she relaxed and let him breathe. He\nfinally managed to push himself off her back, despite shaking arms,\nand pull himself out. Not a drop of seed followed, though he knew it\nhad been a huge amount. His shaft softened somewhat without Lilah's\nembrace to keep him stiff, but it didn't withdraw into his sheath.\n\nHe stayed standing, barely. The sight of her puffy\nlips stirred his lusts again, but he had nothing left to give.\nHe stumbled off the stool, and made a clumsy kick\nto move it aside. His pants were nearby, where he'd hung them on the\ndoor. Reaching down to put them on meant kneeling on the ground, and\nhe struggled to pull them up his legs. Everything felt like lead.\nStanding upright meant stumbling until his back found the stable's\nwall. He slid down to the ground, sitting, his heart pounding and\nbreathing heavy as his lungs still craved air. The fog wouldn't lift\nfrom his thoughts.\n\nA white blur appeared in his vision. He tried to\nignore it, to rest, but a flash of color drew his attention: red\neyes, bright enough to be glowing--or maybe it was the light, he\ncouldn't tell. His tongue felt as weighted as the rest of him. He\nworked his mouth a few times, trying to ask what had just happened.\nLilah's distinctly un-equine chuckle was his sole\nanswer.\n\nDespite\nthe sheer exhaustion gnawing at his consciousness, his heart skipped\na beat. What...\nwhat the hell did she do to me?\n\"Oh,\ndon't be dramatic.\" Her voice was smooth, fittingly deep, yet\nunmistakably feminine. \"It's nothing permanent. You'll bounce\nback tomorrow, right as rain. Maybe a little soreness--you were\nrather eager.\"\nNothing\npermanent.\nHe'd just fucked a horse--she wasn't one, but she still looked and\nfelt too much like a mare. And he'd rutted her.\n\nShe\nlicked her lips. \"And wasn't it fun?\nAll\nthe excitement of breaking a taboo without any of the shame and\nguilt. If only we'd had a little more time to explore.\" Her\ntongue brushed his cheek, then his lips; for a brief moment he felt a\nfamiliar, tingling warmth coiling in his loins before the exhaustion\ntook hold again. \"Mm. Thanks for the gift, by the way. So warm,\nso potent. You were a real treat.\" She chuckled again, then\nturned and pushed the door open with a hoof. He was certain he hadn't\nunlocked it.\nHe wanted to ask so many questions. \"Are you...\nwill I see you again?\" It shouldn't have been his first choice,\nand he wasn't sure he wanted it answered, but the post-fuck glow did\na marvelous job of smothering his fear.\nShe looked back over her shoulder, and winked.\n\"Don't bet against it, stud.\"\nThen she was gone, and he couldn't keep his eyes\nopen any longer.\nHe\nawoke with a start; light streamed into the stall, but once he looked\naround, he realized it was just from the overhead fluorescents. A few\nmoments of fumbling with the phone in his pocket gave him the time:\ntwenty to eleven. I\npassed out for two hours?\nHe remembered checking on the horses. Silver was\nantsy, but okay. Then he got to the end, and... nothing. Or maybe\nthere was something, but he couldn't put his finger on it.\nDespite the best protests of his sore muscles and\nthe lingering cloud of fatigue, he stood up. The stall smelled a\nlittle odd, but nothing aside from some of the bedding and a brush\nwas out of place. His shorts were wrinkled from sitting on the\nground. He smoothed them down, then stopped.\nA piece of paper was in his pocket, one he wasn't\nsure had been there before.\nHe took it out and looked it over. It was a bill\nof transfer--it wasn't blank, he thought, at least until he looked\nit over again. Nothing, not even a name. He shook his head. It was\nlate, and he was exhausted, too exhausted. Sundays were light work\ndays, so if a good night's sleep didn't put him back on his feet, he\nwouldn't be terribly missed if he took the day off. He remembered\nbeing tired, but enough to make him crash?\n\"Don't tell me I'm getting old already,\"\nhe grumbled to no one in particular.\nHe stumbled out of the stall, closed the gate, and\nlooked around one more time before turning out the lights and\nleaving. Something nagged at the back of his mind, like a word on the\ntip of the tongue, or a thought just past remembering. He was too\ntired to worry about it.\nWhen sleep took him again, fragments of memory\ntrotted past, whickering, flashing red eyes and whispering in his\nmind--but even when he could recall them, he was never quite sure it\nwas real. In the end, he didn't give it much thought.\n\nIt was just a dream. It didn't matter.  =*=*=Thank you for reading! Please leave a fave and vote if you liked it, and a comment if you want to express why. I have no idea if posting this is wise, given my stance on bestiality and consent, but I, uh. I may have more where this came from. Stupid sexy maybe-supernatural-maybe-dream-succubus-ish ferals..."}