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Chamukha was working up a sweat with a washing bat at the river side of her lord's estate. Even when she was not doing chored though, her internal temperature was too high- she was in estrus and had no males to take her. She was an anthro mare surrounded by humans. She served the lord happily for some time now, having been sold to him as a servant. That may sound like an unpleasent fate- but she was a lucky one and she knew it. The nomadic was machines that swept the plateaus destroyed what they needed to, and took what they could use. And lucky for people like Chamukha, they were smart enough to know that people can be valuable resources too. Chamukha was taken alive to be a servant, that means she was thought of as useful. Useful people live longer lives. She was kept fed and clothed, and now in the lord's employ she had little to worry as long as she did a good job every day.

That is, except for the fire between her legs. Her loins were ravenous and she had nothing to feed it. She might try sitting on the washing bat if not for fear of splinters. She had not so subtly offered herself to the lord to do with as he pleased, but was quickly declined- and when the lord answers you, you do not ask again. She did wonder why he declined even still. Was it because she is an anthro? Or was she simply not attractive enough for him? She could feel her large clit throb between her legs, trying to flag a mate, but not actually doing much under her long leather tunic. She was snapped out of her daydreaming when she heard someone call her name. It could not be the lord- he was on a hunting expedition and likely would not return for at least two days.

It was the lord's son, Piatra. He was looking frusterated and holding his arm, red seeping through the sleeve of his tunic, and his sword instructor- the anthro dog Bogdan behind him. Chamukha did not need to ask to figure out what happened. The boy had been stricken making an error in his training and Bogdan accidentally gave him a real wound. Bogdan knew how to dance between bladed edges in the frenzy of war- but he wouldn't know his leeches from his herbs when it came to medicines. Chamukha was not well educated but she was far from stupid- in her homeland before she was taken there were not so many people, so everyone needed to know how to tend their own wounds.

"I think the lordling as had enough training for this day. I will take things from here Bogdan."

Piatra huffed. "I am not a mewling pup, it is only a flesh wound."

Chamukha still took him by his good arm to lead him back into the main building. "But it pains me to see you harmed, little lord. It is your father's wishes you become strong and healthy to succeed him when his time comes, and he is lord of us both. If you would scold me for defying you, pray do so after I tend your wounds."

She brought him in and used some cloth and honey to clear off the blood and treat the wound. Honey seemed like an odd choice to treat wounds, but her people had been doing it for ages and it seemed to work well enough. It was sticky and created a barrier in the wound itself. Just... don't sit near an ant hill. Chamukha's heart beat a little faster being so close to the young master- he was growing up fast and becoming quite strong like his lord father. She also knew he had not taken any women yet. When placing the bandage on him she deliberately rubbed her breasts on him, making it seem like an accident. Her nostrils flared taking in his manly scent.

She stood up and nodded to him. "That should keep you. A strong young man like yourself should heal in no time- it is surprising the young lord is not falling over all the women clamouring for him."

He huffed again. "It is not as though there are not more willing... I am just inexperienced in... those matters." He laughed. "That is not a dance Bogdan can teach me I am afraid."

Chamukha did her best to supress any evidence of her eagerness. "Oh! But if the young lord needs advisings, I could teach you. I am but a simple servant, but I am still female. My body is at your disposal, should you need."

Piatra blushed brightly, stuttering several aborted sentences. Could he? Should he? With his parents absent for at least two days, no one was going to see them to know. If any of the other servants seen it would be because they were slacking off to be in the house right now, and even if they did see, he could order their silence. Seeing his obvious interest Chamukha slipped out of her tunic for him to see her fully. She motioned over herself, posing like a model for a sculptor. And surely her form would be worthy of capturing. Though she lacked proper horseshoes she also did not travel far so her hooves were pretty pristine and shiny. Her extremely fine fur was chestnut brown and its glossy sheen helped accent the chissled curves of her naturally athletic equine form. Her long tail swished behind her, unintentionally fanning her scent through the air, and her mane was very long and formed into two long braids, both hair and tail were pure black. Because the long braids bent around the outer curves of her breasts they helped call attention to their size. A bit more than handfuls and capped with erect nubby black nipples. She tried to suppress her grin when she seen his attention immediately lock on with her breasts. An experienced man would take in the whole form, perhaps get tunnel vision for the moist mound of plush black flesh between her legs. But the young lord had trouble getting past even her chest.

Piatra did not really know what to say so he leaned into the educational pretense this started from. "So, they enjoy having their breasts fondled. I mean- and romance and all that too of course. I mean physically though."

"Oh, young lord. Some enjoy their breasts being touched, but you must be gentle and it is really only for foreplay. The true pleasure for both parties is... down... here."

She slowly slid her hand down her body from the underside of her pert breasts across her tight stomach and to the black folds of her vulva. She did not even need to go farther, the touch triggered her clit to throb and part the curtains again on its own- equine winking. Though the outer labia was black as a starless sky, the inside was still a vibrant pink, and the clit was quite large. Piatra asked if she was doing that on purpose in relation to the winking. She could do it deliberately, but she was not right now- right now it was doing it all on its own. She left out the part about her being in estrus. He was not dumb, he may put two and two together and realise it is her intent to lure him in. She took his hand softly and guided it to her mound, telling him to feel his way around- get to know the landscape. When her clit popped out next he touched it and Chamukha shivered and drew back a bit, grinning but advising the young lord to go easy on other women. The clittoris was very sensative and direct contact was oft times a bit too much. That is why it has its own flesh hood to hide behind most times and is divided from the vagina by the urethra, to put some distance between where the penis goes. The clit absolutely needs attention- just not dead-on. The outer labia were engorged with arousal, so very pillowy and glistening with moisture. Piatra asked how deep it was and with a coy wink Chamukha just asked him why he did not find out for himself. With his fingers held together he dipped all of his fingers in, then his hand, his wrist and then his forearm. He only really felt resistance once he was in to his elbow. She was a horse anthro after all- not as big as a feral horse, the anthro species still had bigger phallus than a human, so her vagina was also much roomier. But how big it was normally and how big it can get are two very different things. While she could easily take his arm, his hand was starting to tingle from all the blood trapped in it from the grip of her pussy. Even the muscles in her loins were quite fit- and could have quite a deathgrip if needed. When the outer muscles flexed from the sensation of being penetrated it almost felt like her pussy was trying to eat his arm- tugging it farther inward.

Chamukha placed a hand on his tunic right beside his loins and fake-pouted at the tent in the fabric. "Oh, it seems I have worked up the young lord without meaning. Apologies. Would you like my help with that as well?"

"To take my shaft?"

"I live to serve your family, if you need it than I shall give. And no one else needs to know, I certainly will not tell."

She did her best to supress her grin as she lifted his clothing off. Already a few scars from scuffles on the young lord. Chamukha wondered if his lord father knew how rowdy his heir was. Still no horse anthro, Piatra was well endowed for a human. Right now just about any phallus got Chamukha drooling from mouth and nethers. There was no worry of getting her pregnant either. While the anthro horses looked like both humans and horse- they are actually neither. The church insisted they are the result of an abhorrent relation between man and horse- the actual anthros themselves insisted they just lived with and like the horses since time immemorial, so they develped to look like the horse did. Either way- they are genetically incompatible with both feral horse and humans. If anything though, that just increased relations with both, because there was no worry of accidental impregnation.

Chamukha and Piatra scurried to his chambers and scuttled their way up his bed. Piatra was the one taking mental notes here, so she lead the charge. She suggested the position as she sat on his groin- his erect cock throbbing in the cleft of her round butt. Riding him like this, he need not do any work and receive all the pleasure, and he would also have full view of her bouncing assets to play with as he pleased during the act. Piatra certainly had no objections- it seemed ideal in every way to him. A more experienced man would realise by having the woman on top, he is giving her control of the situation. She asked which hole he would proffer, thinking surely he would want her plush black folds but to her surprise and disapproval, he asked instead of her back door. She should have guessed- he went for what was default the tighter opening, not realising she could not milk his shaft with the muscle control of her pussy. Well... at least she had control of the situation. Even from the back, if she angled his shaft correctly in her she could still get plenty of pleasure from this. She slid her hip up enough for the shaft to slid down to her puffy black anus and then sat on it, squirming a bit from side to side as she did. Her tail caressed his inner thighs as she rode the young man, grinding her hips back and forth in the process as well. She sunk him into the bed some ways with her weight- she was both a good bit older than he is, and a little bit bigger than him. Her long black braids dangled onto his chest as he reached up to cup hers. They filled his hands and sat their weight against his palms. They were pert but still the softest thing Piatra had ever felt, and may ever feel in the future. Her erect nipples poked through his fingers so when he brought them together he unintentionally pinched her black nipples, causing her to pull back a bit just to tug on them. When she ground her hips forward to back riding his cock, she left a trail of lube from her hot pussy, down his lower body. Her nostrils flared as she let out jets of air in soft breathy snorts. Her lower muscles twitched in miniature orgasms building to something greater- but before she could reach the promised land the young lord reached his, and came into her butt with a tremendous load! She tried not to look frusterated as she snorted a bit catching her breath. He is a virgin still... or was- she just fixed that. Which means he has the sexual stamina of a feral stallion- basically a hair trigger.

She got off him, showering him with false pleasentries and complements on his preformance, even though she did all the work. The fires in her womanhood were not out- but they felt controlled now at least. Good enough, she supposed. She told him any time he needed anything from her, even the wisdom of someone more sexually experienced, he need only ask.

Chamukha was about to leave when Piatra stopped her before standing off the bed. "Chamukha, can... can you stay here a bit longer? It all went so fast, I would like to be with a nude woman a bit longer just to... properly take it all in."

At that, Chamukha's heart softened a bit again and she lay back down beside him. He coddled up to her breasts and they lay together for some time with the young lord gently squeezing her assets and softly tracing her curves with his calloused hands. More romance than she could have expected from any experienced lover, and in this case and advantage that was hers. He was not jaded by advantageous whores yet. The world demanded strength, to show weakness is to invite the stronger to take what they wish of you. But here in the bedsheets those needs were forgotten and only want was satisfied.

After some time, the two dressed and resumed their day as if nothing had happened. Chamukha returned to her duties a bit more refeshed, grinning internally that she was able to mount the young lord. She assumed that would be the end of her fun, but to her shock he approached again the next day. Piatra was on his own today, under the silver sky. The air already smelled of oncoming rain. Chamukha was tending to the horses stabled at the front of the estate. Several missing right now due to the lord being off with his hunting party, but there was still three stabled horse. Looking like half horses, her people were naturally good with the animal so of all the servants on the estate, Chamukha had priority when it came to tending the horses.

"Chamukha... I was thinking on... what we discussed yesterday. I still have some questions, and would like them answered before the morrow on my father's return. It would seem improper to ask normally, but as we are essentially alone now..."

"Of course." She put down the simple chisel-like tool she was using to chip dry mud from out of the horse's hoof. "What would the young lord have of me today?"

Piatra looked at the stallion she was tending and its soft phallus hanging out, then back to Chamukha. "The stallion is flagging... do your kind mate with ferals? Is it true you are kin?"

She felt a tinge of aggitation but would never dare show it. "No. Well, I suppose some have shared pleasures, as you and I have. We are not kin though. I would never take one of these horses, the lord would have me flayed for taking the spirit from his mounts I am sure. He flags because he smells me and... know I am needy."

"Needy?"

She blushed a bit. W-well, yes. Women tend to be more in need of pleasures at sertain times. Just as we bleed at times for the sins of Eve." She put on a grin for the Piatra. "The young lord preformed so well how could a woman not be want for more?"

"Then mayhaps an encore? I... feel I underpreformed yesterday. I can fuck much longer I am sure I was just... caught off guard."

Ah, masculine pride seemed to be working in her favor this day. It seems Chamukha may be able to douse the fires in her hungry mound yet. As Piatra was acting on pride today, Chamukha acted the frail little girl and let him take the reins, so to speak. He took her clothes off and leaned her back over hay bales by the horses. He tossed his clothes to the side and grabbed her breasts immediately.

"You can knead them more firmly if the young lord wishes. The clittoris is the only part that is too tender to be in aggression. My skin may be supple and soft as a womans, but it is thicker like a horses- you can afford to be a good deal rougher with me than another woman without worry of harming me."

Piatra pressed into her soft flesh just above her clit, to see it immediately pop out on its own again. "Which is another question of mine. You are not human, is your cleft not different?"

"Subtly so, yes. If you know your way around one, you can still navigate the other, surely. Mine is ebon in color, and larger. All my parts are still in the right place."

He thrust into her suddenly. "And... what if I grow a taste for the horse anthros? And a normal woman can no longer satisfy?"

She let out a deep giggle as she blushed. "For this ailment I know no cure, I am afraid."

This time he was in her vagina, and the pleasure was tenfold of the day prior. Chamukha needed this so much! She only half aware whispered to go harder, and not wanting to seem like a weakling, pounded her with more force, speeding up a bit. But still she asked for it harder. She wanted it to hurt after. She hated this damn hungry need in her loins and wanted to snuff it out with such force that she was physically unable to take more! To cheer on his increased efforts her breasts jiggled more violently on her chest between them, putting on a mesmerising show for him while he worked her. Piatra now knew the pleasure of a woman's love tunnel now as well- its muscular ribbing milking his shaft from tip to base at any given moment. Its drooling kept the passage slick. Her labia were like jiggly pillows of skin on his crotch with every inward thrust. She was a bit musky as well, no doubt because of her estrus radiating subtle pheromones that were felt more than detected by any nose. Between the high moisture in the air and her chores in the stables her pelt glistened more than usual from sweat, and it only seemed to highlight her equisite curves and turn on Piatra still more. Chamukha had to make sure not to ask too much of him. He was a human, and she could not think him able to provide the size and strength of another horse anthro. She wanted to egg him on to give his best, but not anger or demoralize him. A delivate balance to be sure. The men of all races portrayed themselves as stoic figures, but their emotions bled like anyone else.

With a few pattering sounds the rain started, and once it became it poured. It came down with enough force to send up a fine mist where it collided with the ground. It also came in at a slight angle thanks to the gentle breeze, which was causing them to get wet from the splash. It felt so good, so refreshing! The breeze was cool, their bodies were searing hot, and the rain was cold. Nervous she maybe went too far, Chamukha told Piatra to give it 'everything he had' under her breath. It seemed to be the magic phrase, because the young lord took it as a challenge with a grin. Surprising her both with his action and strength he hoisted the mare up while his cock was still burried in her, then slammed her against the small stone rampart that divided the estate from the rest of the world and resumed fucking her- now while standing. Chamukha was pinned between the cool stone wall and Piatra's cock. The rain soaked them instantly and ran down her body tracing her curves along the way with its flow. He gripped her torso so that his thumbs still pressed the bottom curve of her bossom. Her eyes rolled back and her head raised up to the sky, feeling the rain saturate her mane into the tight long braids, increasing its weight by double. This time it was Chamukha that came first, exploding juices around his phallus as she screamed her pleasure to the silver sky. The nearby horses answered back with whinnies. Her legs went momentarily numb from the pleasure and her muscles shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind. The muscle tremors from her orgasm and her pussy clenching down so tight immediately set off Piatra who came into her again. This time he came second, satisfying his pride.

Wet and exhausted the two slumped to the ground and let the rain cool and wash them off. When the lord returned from the hunt with new trophies and stock for the pantry he was non the wiser to what had happened while he was away. His son seemed to walk with a greater air of confidence with him, and his servant seemed less distracted with her bodily needs. No one needed to know. And whenever Chamukha found herself in the throws of estrus again, she could bend down a little lower when around Piatra, or bounce a little more with her steps to remind him how fun horse riding can be. Especially bareback.