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As I walked into the treatment room of the local Pokemon daycare ranch, I was surprised at how well kept everything was. Usually these mom-and-pop massage and breeding parlors have some substandard equipment lying around all over the place, but the grooming bed was clean, the shelves were lined with quality oils and gels, and both the floors and walls, while matching the wooden barn look of the outside, were smooth and polished. It reminded me of a restaurant trying to capitalize on a country aesthetic while still needing to keep to a high standard.

“Thanks for helpin' me out," said Rebecca, the owner's daughter, coming in after me and closing the door. “Sorry if you were busy, but momma's come down with something rough and the doctor told her to lay off the wranglin'."

“I'm always happy to help a friend of the Professor, " I replied to the tanned, full-figured blonde as I slipped my pack off my shoulders. “Especially when it comes to something I'd like to think I'm pretty good at."

I began withdrawing my own oils and setting them on the cart by the bed. She walked over, peeking at my small selection of products. “You don't have to use your own stuff, ya know. We got plenty of our own."

I smiled. “It's just what I'm used to, is all. Now, where's our patient?"

Rebecca grinned and made her way towards one of the connecting rooms in the back with a nod. “I'll be right back with her. Finish settin' yourself up."

I nodded and did just that, smiling as I laid out the tools of my trade, setting a small brush on the stand beside my oils with a ritualistic autonomy. I groomed my own Pokemon so often that I didn't even have to think about it, a habit that usually left me plenty of time to think. Unless, of course, I was keeping Anastasia from being too playful with me, trying to use her vines to unbuckle my belt so that she could tease me while I massaged her. It wasn't something I minded, but I was glad to be able to take a breather and give a perfectly normal massage this time.

Only a few moments later, Rebecca walked back in wearing rubber gloves, cradling a young Blitzle. The small equine, looking like she couldn't even stand two feet tall, had an exhausted expression on her face, her blue eyes half-lidded and her lips curled and sour.

“Meet Eclair," said the breeder, carefully placing her down on the massage bed. “She got out of her pen and ran around a bit too much yesterday."

“Yesterday?" I asked, thinking back. “Ah, right. The thunderstorm."

Rebecca nodded. “Yyyep. Lot of build-up in the air, and she sucked up all she could without even thinking about it. Now it's built up in her muscles and making her cramp up something awful."

“Aww," I sighed, bringing my palm to the underside of the Blitzle's chin and exposing the skin of my wrist to her nose. “That right, little lady?"

Her response was a small, whining snort, her white mane flickering erratically. Rebecca sighed. “Normally she's better about communicating with her mane. One long flash for no, two quick ones for yes. Few more, but we just started a week or so ago. The build-up is making it hard, I'll bet."

“Sounds like she's a smart girl, to be learning so quickly," I replied, opening a small metal box with a lightning-bolt symbol on the cover. I then smiled to the filly and removed a small strap attached to a long wire. “No worries. We'll get you back on your hooves in no time."

Eclair blinked at the strap, as did Rebecca. “This'll keep you grounded. Depending on how much juice you soaked up, you could really give me a zap if I'm not careful."

As I strapped the soft velcro device around her back fetlock, Rebecca hoisted herself up on a nearby barrel and let her eyes settle on the scene. “You really know what you're doin', don'tcha? Last hand we hired got a hole blown through his boot when he touched Eclair's momma wrong."

“Well, I wish I could say it was instinct, but..." I began, bringing the anchor wire down and grounding it to the floor. A little light on the pad lit up, as did the green LED on the anchor. She was live. “I learned my lesson quick when I reared a Pichu. Experience is just not making the same mistakes twice."

She nodded her blonde head at my answer, and my fingers went to one of the objects I'd pulled out of my kit: a bag of Cheri berries. I squeezed them to juice them and soften them a bit, then I offered it to the filly. She pressed her soft nostrils into the butt of my hand, sniffed, and gingerly took the offering, her lips and flat tongue wiping along my skin until she had gotten everything.

“Cheri berries? Didn't think Electric-Types could get Paralyzed," Rebecca remarked.

“Not generally," I responded, smiling as I shared some of my knowledge with her. “But Cheri berries work as a natural muscle relaxant regardless. It'll help her calm down a bit."

“She seemed pretty calm to me."

Shaking my head, I moved my clean hand to Eclair's neck, testing the waters with a very gentle stroke. “Mm, she's behaving, but she's still worried. She doesn't know that she's gonna be okay yet."

“That right?" Rebecca leaned forward on the barrel. “You deal with this before?"

“Pichu," I playfully called back, feeling Eclair tense as I pet her, but try to relax as the stroke ended at her shoulder, repeating the motion until she was used to me. “Baby Pokemon are particularly bad about it. But it's gonna be okay, Eclair. I'll work it out from your head to your rump. You might feel a bit of pressure, but try to relax..."

With both hands, I pushed my thumbs into the root of her muscles along her neck, watching her mane flicker when I ran over a particularly nasty knot. She tensed, then relaxed, and I rolled my thumbs in, pushing it down, back and across her shoulders. Her fur was short, but velvety soft, and though I felt the hairs on my arms rising from the static, the bulk of her electrical tension was being fed into the grounding wire behind her as I left it free to take the path of least resistance..

Rebecca watched quietly for a moment, then smiled as Eclair let out a soft gasp. “The Professor must've taught you good. How's it like on his Ranch? Mom talks an awful lot about him."

“A lot of this," I replied with a smile, reaching Eclair's shoulders and finding the bone-bound roots of the next set of tense muscles. “He's got a preschool on the campus that I went to when I was a kid. My mom's a teacher there, so I pretty much lucked out all around."

“And who taught you how to do all this?"

I heard a chirp of surprise from Eclair, making me pause before she relaxed with a tiny, happy sigh. I smiled and continued, moving to answer Rebecca's next question. “Soft spot, huh? Oh, ah, the Professor, after he caught me learning how to massage my Snivy. Well, she wasn't mine at the time, but…"

I let the sentence trail off, and Rebecca laughed at the implication. “She liked it that much, huh? That how you catch your Pokemon, then?"

I smiled and bit my tongue playfully, reminded of exactly how I've caught my Pokemon up till now. Anastasia was given to me after we'd groomed each other into ravenous sex hounds, my Eevee Honey got lured in under false-not-false pretenses of getting a good breeding by an eligible male, and my Zorua Versa tagged along with her to see if she could she could join in the fun. Deciding not to tell THAT story to a relative stranger, I let it go with a chuckle and a half-truth, half-joke.

“I don't kiss and tell."

That got a laugh out of her, and I focused myself back on Eclair. She really was a beautiful specimen. Her black fur reflected just enough light that, when I began to comb my fingers across her barrel, it looked like I was dragging my fingers through a shimmering sheet of oil. Feeling her warm weight beneath my fingertips triggered a lurid instinct in me, but I knew how to control myself, focusing on the relief of my partner and pushing everything else back to the hind-brain where it belonged. I could always take my arousal out on Anastasia later.

She's going to be jealous from all the attention I'm giving this other female, anyway.

Rebecca finished her short laugh and placed her hands on her knees, rocking back atop the barrel. “Well, looks like she's into it, too," she remarked, nodding at the little equine. “Can't say I've seen her wearin' a face like that often."

I looked to the farm girl, then cocked my head over the Blitzle's shoulder, curious. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her face had the familiar look of dopey pleasure, mouth hung open in a drunken smile. “My goodness. I haven't even pulled the oils out yet," I said with a smirk, shrugging and going back to the massage. My fingers pinched and smoothed themselves along her muscles, and her hindquarters jumped a bit when I got close to the base of her tail, leaning up into me.

That's when I first saw her mound. Her tail was basically a stub of a thing, not hiding a single inch of her crotch from view. Her anus was a tightly-knit ring with a plush puffiness to it, and tightly drawn beneath it were two closed, smooth curtains, the sleek, black flesh looking so soft to the touch that it made my fingers pause.

My thumbs were pressing into her flanks at the time, the others having curled around her thighs for leverage. The next sudden move she made had her bumping her rear even higher, sliding my thumbs down the curve of her rump and having them slip enticingly, dangerously close to her slit.

Where a bead of moisture caught my eye.

“Hey, steady girl," I mused, realizing that I could be caught staring at a relative stranger's Pokemon at any second. “Don't want you falling off the table."

“Well ain't she an eager thing?" Rebecca playfully called back, seeming to be unphased or, hopefully, oblivious to her Pokemon's growing arousal.

“Seems that way! That's a good sign. Might not even need the oils to work the rest of this out," I said, purposefully lowering the enthusiasm in my voice to give my mind something else to focus on. I'd not fooled around with an equine pussy before, and the display was sparking up my curiosity to wickedly sharp levels.

But my words were punctuated by the wet, flicking pop of a young filly's clit winking from her folds, giving me a glimpse of the pink skin that made up the tight, dark tunnel beyond it. Before I could wonder if Rebecca noticed it, I heard her giggle.

“Hey now, Eclair. Givin' it up on the first date ain't very classy."

The sudden flickering of the Blitzle's mane indicated some kind of irate response, but that only made the farmgirl chuckle again. I was glad she was able to joke about it. It made this a lot less awkward.

“I'll bet she's just in heat," I told her, trying to downplay the situation. “That might be why she was running around so much outside. She was just looking to play hooky with a male you've got on hand."

“Nah. That was two weeks ago," Rebecca retorted simply, leaning back on the barrel and spreading her jean-clad legs across it. Between her and her Blitzle, I was being given a show no matter what direction I looked. “Wouldn't stop whinin' till we found some way of gettin' her off. We don't have another male on site, though, other than her daddy, and we weren't looking to get her knocked-up besides."

I nodded to that, but my mind was running much faster than the slow rolling of my fingers, trying to balance kneading her rump sufficiently to avoiding bringing my thumbs any closer to that enticing feral slit. “I guess she had a bit more than electricity built up in these muscles then, huh?"

A half-whine, half-whinny played out of the Blitzle's throat, her mane trickling electricity. I made sure the grounding wire was in place and realized that, while I had been slowly pushing the excess electricity towards her back hoof to be discharged into the ground, I may have been pushing a lot of, well, stimulating energy towards her nethers. It was a consequence I hadn't considered before…

As if to confirm my thoughts, I saw her clit wink again, this time not only carrying a little spark, but flicking a drop of her needy fluids onto the bed.

“Uuuh-huh, there she goes again," said Rebecca with a smile, a sigh and a shake of her head.

“Yeah. Sorry girl. Happy Endings are extra," I laughed, shaking my head at my own terrible, lust-addled joke.

Rebecca then replied with a laugh of her own. “Oh? And how much did your ranch charge to get a poor girl off? We might have it in the budget."

“Oh, nothing for residents. Full service all the way." My tone was playful. Sarcastic. It had to be. This was getting into dangerous territory. There was a good bit of Pokephilia on the ranch, of that there was no doubt. Tons of rumors about it leaked out, too, and quite a few people were always eager to try and dig up dirt, especially other breeders thinking that there was competition to sabotage. But being defensive was always a red flag. The casual play-off was always safer.

“Yeah, I figured. Momma says that's where she learned it, too."

My breath froze quietly in my chest. Both brows piqued at her words, and my head cast a sidelong glance towards Rebecca. She was smiling, part of her lower lip snagged between her teeth.

“That right?" I asked, my tone slipping from its casual tone to something a bit more serious. “Your mom used to work for the Professor?"

“For his Momma, before she retired and gave it to him. Wasn't that much different, from what I'm told. She tells me all kinds of stuff happened there. Stuff people ain't supposed to go around talkin' about."

That would explain why the Professor sent me here. A perfect storm of convenient timing and a very grey view on the line between human and Pokemon relationships. I just thought Rebecca's mother was a friend. To learn she was more was…

Well, liberating.

I smiled, nodding and turning my eyes back to Eclair. “Sounds about right. Yeah, nothing's changed."

“Good deal. Now, if'n you're not gonna work it out of her, back up so I can do it real quick. Don't want her to be cryin' about it all day again."

As she moved to stand, it really clicked in my head that she was serious about this. About everything. “Hey now," I shot a hand up, waving her back down. “If you want me to do it, I'll do it. After all, I am a professional."

She smirked at my bravado, but sat down all the same, eyes growing wider at the prospect of a show. “A professional that knows how to get a Pokemon off? Bet you don't see that on your resume."

“Everybody needs to get off once in a while," I say quietly, bringing one hand up Eclair's body until it was resting on the underside of her chin. Just because she looked like she was into it doesn't mean I could just dive a finger into her. “Isn't that right? You okay with this?"

Her hazy expression still held onto its open-mouthed smile, and her chin bobbed in my palm to the beating of her mane's twinkling pulses. Her rump also bounced against my other hand, and the air filled with the wet smack of her clit winking and the scent of feral, equine need.

That was a yes.

“Ain't you a gentleman," teased Rebecca, who was now leaning against the wall the barrel was sitting against, finger idly draped across her own inner thigh.

“A gentleman who doesn't to get bit by a livewire current or kicked by a hoof," I retorted. “So long as she knows what she wants, I know how to give it to her…"

“Uh huh," the farmhand said with a chuckle, watching as the hand that held Eclair's rump slid to her mound properly. In truth, I've only had one lecture on how to handle a mare's pussy, but it was so unique that it was easy to recall. My palm settled against the base of her clit, feeling her rear jump up a bit before settling back down into my grasp. I felt the muscles of her cunt flex and squeeze, her thick, round bead licking out against my wrist. She whined louder, and I naturally shushed her, my other hand still stroking and petting her chin.

Slow, round, easy circles. My palm rolled her own thick labia against her winking clit, Her hindquarters were so high now that her hooves were tapping on the bed, her stubby tail flicking wildly as I massaged her. The skin was softer and hotter than any flesh I've felt before, like swollen, plush velvet. Her clit was hard, peeking rhythmically from her feral petals every few seconds as her hips swayed and pushed against my wrist.

Her spot shouldn't be too far inside for such a small Pokemon, I thought to myself. My palm turned, making her snort as I ground it into her eager mound. My middle finger teased her entrance before pouring itself into her tunnel. I sighed at how hot it was, and the velvet softness gave me almost no resistance as I let my knuckle curl downwards into a devious hook. Still tight, but she seemed like she could take far more than just a single finger.

But that was all I needed. Quietly, I began to stroke along her inner walls like a lockpick raking across the tumbler of her lock. I felt her breath hitch and her lips drool against my other hand as I found her spot, her clit now grinding nakedly into my palm. “That's it. There we go…" I whispered, my finger dancing around inside of her clenching sleeve as both of my wrists became soaked: one with saliva the other with her slick nectar.

Eclair's next noise was a squealing whinny, and her bucking grew harder. I had to push my hand more firmly against her to keep her from backing herself off the bed! Rebecca chimed from her barrel, hand now draped across her crotch and conspicuously dragging her fingertips across it.

“Gonna have to teach me that trick," she said with an airiness in her voice, her own arousal becoming more prominent. If she was anything like her mother had to be to work on that ranch, she must be quite the voyeur.

“It's not too hard," I smirked, starting to roll my shoulder and put a little force into the filly's sex, turning my petting strokes into a firm, deep grind into her spot. “Pleasure's a universal concept. We're not so different…"

“We sure ain't…" she replied quietly, as if trying to hide the growing huskiness of her voice. It reminded me that I was performing for two at the moment, and there was a strange thrill for me in that notion. Though Ana enjoyed watching me with the others, and it wasn't the first time a human had caught me with a Pokemon, being watched by someone who was getting off on what I was doing always had a very particular feeling to it.

I didn't know how to feel about it, but it wasn't going to stop how I treated my little mare.

A few more hard thrusts, some rough digging at her spot and pressing on her clit, and I felt her clenching grow firmer and body start to seize and shiver. She shook in my grasp, and I felt her jaw clench shut, followed swiftly by her whole back end. My arm tingled with pinpricks of heat as her excess electricity crawled its way to my shoulder, making me shudder a bit myself.

I stopped moving and hooked her sleeve hard, letting her clenching climax mash my fingertip against that magic button inside of her. She didn't make a sound, but the splashing of her fluids against the bed and floor was a decent enough announcement.

Another satisfied customer.

I kept my finger inside of her until the tightness in her tunnel laxed, allowing me to gently glide out of her. My other hand stroked her from head to tai as I tasted her, eliciting a lurid sigh from our audience.

“W...well now," Rebecca coughed a bit, my eyes catching her sliding a few fingers out of the darkened crotch of her jeans. “That was… quite a show."

“I'm glad you liked it," I grinned, shaking my head at the absurdity of it. “I'm not used to an audience, but it looks like she had fun, so so did I."

“Yeah. Hey. You gonna… you know…"

I wrung my lips, seeing her eyes catch the bulge in my pants straining out from my thigh. My own member craved attention, and I was about ten seconds from calling out Honey for a quick and dirty fuck. No prior warning or demand other than waving my dick in her face and turning her around. Just the way she liked it.

“Ah, I can take care of that later," I drifted off a bit, seeing the lust in her eyes and thinking that she might be coming onto me. Not that I didn't want to fuck her over that barrel, but I had a good feeling my dick was doing more thinking than my head right now, and I didn't want to make any mistakes that-

“I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

Oh. Ooh. Okay.

“That's going a bit beyond professional courtesy, isn't it?"

My answer was a muffled squeak from the filly's throat as her hindquarters bumped into my groin, smearing her fluids across my pants. Rebecca's little laugh followed suit.

“We're not gonna mind if you don't."

I suddenly began to wonder if I had really been sent here to help, or if this was the Professor's idea of a surprise vacation. I also couldn't help but wonder if there was a camera filming me, like the first time I'd been caught with Ana...

Well, in for a nickel, in for a nugget.

I shrugged, nodding and undoing my belt, looking at the crystal-clear anticipation in Rebecca's eyes. Eclair, without looking, was already grinding against the bulge of my boxers, making it difficult to pull out my throbbing length.

“Easy girl… damn, she is eager," I breathed out, using one hand to push her rump forward so that I could fish my dick and balls out of my clothes. Both flopped freely as they were released to breathe, the former swinging and throbbing straight and the latter rolling out and hanging low with the humid heat.

Rebecca let out a small whistle that made me somehow bashful, but no less aroused. “I don't blame her. She's from a long line of breeders, you know. Her daddy's an old Tauros from Momma's time at your old Ranch."

“That right? Well, that might explain it," I affirmed, smirking as I pumped my shaft in my fist a few times, my tip absolutely soaked in my pre. Eclair was fighting my other hand for the chance to lean back onto my cock, standing up and stomping her front hoof with a snort. She looked back at me with a pleading, somewhat wrathful glare. She definitely had a fire in her. I even felt a few sparks hit my impeding palm.

“Hey now. None of that," I commanded in my 'stern trainer' voice. I couldn't have her getting out of hand, no matter how eager the both of us were. Things were already as strange and chaotic as it was! She huffed, but settled down just as Rebecca was climbing off the barrel and coming closer.

“Could you like… do it slow?"

“Hm? Oh. Yeah," I agreed without thinking, having planned on taking my time anyway. “Am I your entertainment for the day?"

She laughed a little, but said nothing, nodding her head as I brought the tip of my cock to the soft, inviting folds of the Blitzle's mare pussy. The tip slid across the thin lips of her cunt, making me hiss in a sharp breath with the wet heat of it. I released that breath with all the tension I held in my body, feeling my hips gradually push me forward.

I grunted. Rebecca moaned. Eclair gasped. Both of my hands fell on the mare's hips and pulled her into a slow, dragging thrust, the veins of my cock dragging along her tender, soft petals as I was swallowed by her tunnel. “Wow…" I gulped, glad I agreed to go slowly now. My cock was so sensitive that I was sure that going any faster would make me blow in seconds.

The filly's pussy was amazing. It wasn't so snug that I had to force my way in, but it squeezed my tip in a velvet fist once I got in deeper. I just kept going and going, not realizing I had bottomed out inside of her until I felt her clit wink and lick against my balls.

“Damn…" I couldn't help but laugh, having to hold her hips steady as I pulled out to keep her from following me back. “She's… fuck…"

Rebecca licked her lips. “Hows's she feel?"

“She's… squeezing me," I said the first things that came to my mind, so caught up in the moment to give her a proper play-by-play. “Tight… but she takes all of me… So… wet. Fuck..."

“I've seen videos," she sighed out, her mind just as steamed with lust as mine. “Pictures. But I've never seen a human dick goin' into a Pokemon like this. Plenty of the… other way around… but… shit…"

I stole a glance down past her cleavage to see that her unbuttoned jeans were being stretched by her whole hand, the other stroking the blinking mane of the Blitzle.

Eclair herself had lowered onto her chest again, blue eyes rolling backwards and mouth hanging open again. She let out chirps of pleasure as her hooves tapped to steady herself. Her clit winked against the base vein of my cock, and she gave my balls another healthy squirt of her femcum. For such a small thing, she was certainly pretty mature…

Rebecca giggled. “Look at her mane pulse. She's loving this…"

“Mmn, she's taking it well. Has she been bred before?"

“Nooo…" Rebecca trailed off, biting her lip again and letting out a sudden hiss of pleasure, bucking her hips into her own fingers. “Not with a real cock. Mom has toys. Plays with them once they're old enough to… appreciate it. You're her first breeder…"

Breeder. Damn, that word sounded hot in this context. I grinned, rolling my hips in time with Eclair's pulses as though it were a game. “I'm her breeder, huh? Wanting me to knock her up, then?"

“Mm… I want you to try."

The lust was getting to me, my mind really playing into this fantasy and visualizing a mare carrying my foal. “How's she feel about that?"

Rebecca grinned, petting her Blitzle's face so that the mare turned her eyes towards the farmgirl's. “You like your stud, Eclair? Your first real dick?"

The frantic flashing of the mare's mane steadied into a series of eager “yes" indicators, her tongue licking some of the drool off of her lips. I didn't know what sort of history these two had, but I couldn't help but think of me and Ana.

“You want him to breed you, girl?"

She nodded furiously, surprising me with how clearly she understood all of these terms. Then again, perhaps Rebecca wasn't alone when she watched all of those videos she mentioned. She really did remind me an awful lot of me.

The thought spurred me on, and I started to thrust harder, the first loud pop of my hips against the mare's rump making her squeal and raise her head, trying to bounce herself against me.

“Alright, Eclair," I grunted out, bashing my heavy balls against her winking clit as I pulled her into every swing. “Let's put a foal into you."

I let myself get carried away in the roleplay to appease both of them.

Who am I kidding? I thought it was fucking hot, too! The fact that the both of them enjoyed it, not just the other human, was just icing on the cake!

Pop, pop, pop, the air was filled with flesh hitting fur, wet splashing of equine fluids, and strained braying from the young mare as I fucked her as her human stallion. Rebecca had stopped watching the way my cock slipped in and out of her and was now at Eclair's front end, holding her chin with one hand and staring into her eyes. Their noses touched, and for a moment I thought they were going to kiss.

But all thoughts flashed white in my mind as I felt my body reach its apex. “Fuck… I'm close," I lied. Being three seconds from cumming wasn't being close, it was being there!

“Give it to her," grunted Rebecca, working herself off to try and catch up. “Fill her up!"

The words barely left the farmgirl's lips when I squeezed Eclair's hips and dug my cock deep into her. The first pulse must have hit her like a freight train, her entire body shooting up and back as if she were trying to force my cock, balls, hell my entire body up inside of her. I felt a crawling sense of electricity jolt down my length, my vision blurring as my body nearly folded on top of her. Jolting pulses squeezed my already clenching prostate, milking me with enough force to regret it later.

But not now. Fuck no not now.

I was a panting mess after only a few seconds, catching my breath in gulps. I'd expected to hear Eclair cry out, but, as my vision cleared, I saw what I'd expected to see a moment ago. Eclair and Rebecca had pressed their lips together in such a practiced way that I had no doubts left about the sort of relationship they must have had.

Their kiss continued throughout my climax and well into the afterglow, my shaft remaining defiantly hard for longer than such a powerful orgasm would have left me. I let out a satisfied breath and withdrew, slowly, watching my length drag away from her sex and drip my seed onto the massage bed. The thick, white mess rolled over her swollen clit as it drenched the fabric. My pants, too, were mostly ruined by Eclair's fluids, needing about as big a wash as I did. I had no idea mares could produce this much…

Just as I pulled out, Rebecca surprised me by walking forward on her knees, hand moving to my shaft and carefully grabbing it. My eyes were wide with surprise as she immediately drove me into her mouth, sucking me in with a moan. A spike of pleasure slapped my mind, my cock sensitive after just cumming. However, she sucked only for a few moments, slurping loudly before pulling off and licking her lips.

“S-sorry," she coughed a bit, putting her hand on the side of the bed and helping herself stand up. “I just… never tasted a human's before… didn't want to miss the chance." She looked down at the puddle now leaking out of the mare's rump. “Wow. You really did a number on her."

I looked at the puddle myself, then at the filly, who had laid down and splayed herself out, breathing heavily with a blissful rhythm to her panting. I grinned. “Yeah. Guess I did."

“Sorry about gettin'... carried away. It's the first time me and Eclair had a chance to… well..."

“Yeah. Don't worry about it," I nodded, stroking Eclair's back and watching her mane pulse steadily, smiling at how relaxed and content the mare seemed. “Not like I minded, clearly. Just a surprise is all. How'd you know I'd be okay with it?"

“I dunno. Just did. Momma said that the Professor spoke highly of ya, and, well, there's all them rumors about that Ranch that Momma confirmed, so…"

“We're not all like that, there, but… yeah. I am."

We both smiled, and I let out a big sigh as my cock finally started to soften, clarity and wisdom filling my mind just so it could walk in and see what a huge mess I'd made of my thoughts, chastising me for hasty, reckless behavior. “You're not the only one that got carried away."

She giggled and stood, jeans still unbuttoned and just as soaked as mine. “Yeah. You take a breather. Shower's down the left hall there on the right. If you leave your clothes outside of it, I'll take them to the wash once I'm done."

“Need any help with that?" I asked, smirking and nodding at her crotch. In truth, I wasn't ready for a round two quite yet, but my mouth and fingers didn't have a refractory period.

“Aww, you're sweet, but I got another plan in mind right now. Her Daddy's been out of sorts for a minute now. Ain't no time like now to give him a present for being so patient."

I smirked and nodded as she walked away, and she called back before she disappeared back behind the stable doors. “You're still here for the weekend, right?"

“Unless you guys need me longer," I replied with a knowing smirk. She returned it, nodded, and walked out of sight, leaving me with Eclair. She had nearly fallen asleep, so I moved to her front and knelt so that my breath could slip into her nostrils, a sign to most equines of affection and trust. She leaned forward and nuzzled my nose, mouth still open despite her eyes being closed and lips seeking mine. When I let her find them, she suckled and whined her way into a deeper kiss with me, and I rode through it, testing her experience with my tongue.

When the kiss broke, our eyes opened and locked, and I could feel the glowing happiness radiating from her. A happiness I shared. If I was going to have company like this while I was here, it might be difficult for me to leave once my work was done…

But I'll have to make sure to take a very thorough shower. Ana didn't mind me with other females, but she would be quite cross if my scent wasn't clean when it came time to cover her in it.