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This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains M/F sex between a consenting adult female and a feral male horse! If this sort of thing isn't your bag, please feel free to check out one of my other stories. :3

Beyond Temptation

Fyr shuddered in a mixture of nervousness and shameless lust as she peeled off her clothes, shivering slightly in the cool night air. The barn may have been a lot warmer than outside, where the wind was howling and the rain was driving into the farmyard's earthy ground like bullets, but there was still a chill in the air. Thankfully that physical chill was counteracted by the effect which the dragoness' companion in this building had on Fyr. The way looking at him made her cheeks flush beneath their scales, and her whole body squirm with eager arousal.

As often as possible today, Fyr had found reasons to sneak out to the barn and spend time with the huge Clydesdale stallion. To keep him company. To reassure him through the bad weather. To feed him, to ensure he had enough water. Even to get a break from the farmhouse in which she and Ropes were staying with the family whose hospitality had made this holiday possible. After all, they hadn't planned on spending practically any time during the day at the farm, surrounded by the perfectly nice but rather loud, large family of parents and their five kids But thanks to the weather knocking out one of the local country road's bridges, that was exactly where they were. And thus Fyr sought out what entertainment she could, which in this case, more and more so each time she so much as glanced at him, was the horse snorting and shuffling around within his large indoor pen before her.

"O-ohh god..."

He was hard. He had been on and off all day. Apparently the family who owned the stallion used him as a breeding stud as well as a work horse, and the day before he had been exposed to a mare in heat. Not to actually mate there and then, but just to see if they would be a good match; if they would get on if left to perform a manual breeding. Unfortunately for the mare's owner, he was now trapped on the other side of the broken bridge. And fortunately for Fyr, the pent up stallion was here, with her.

"Yes. Oh god, y-you... you're so..."

The Clydesdale snorted as he pawed at the straw-strewn ground with his hooves, the erection between his legs straining so forcefully that it slapped against his chest. As it fell back towards the ground once more, a string of glistening pre-cum erupted forth, and the stallion raised its head towards Fyr as she moaned again, leaning over the fencing of his pen as she stood upon the tips of her toes, half fondling herself, half actively humping at the three fingers buried inside her pussy. The dragoness bit her lip as she saw him looking, and moaned louder still. She knew he couldn't understand him. Couldn't understand what she was feeling. But just having him watch her... having such a powerful and magnificent male looking at her as she masturbated in honour, practically in worship of his mammoth cock, was infinitely arousing to her.

"Fuck. I... I wish I could.... t-that we could... oh. Ohh..."

Fyr's moans grew louder as the Clydesdale's cock strained and slapped at his stomach again. She ground her thumb roughly against her clit, and cried out with strangled longing as the stallion tossed his head slightly and began to turn towards her. At first she was dismayed, no longer able to see his cock. But then he began to walk, to clop heavily across the barn's interior towards her, and Fyr felt her cheeks flushing with near uncontrollable embarrassment as she felt her fingers being squeezed and milked by her pussy as just inches away from her face the object of her fantasies stared placidly at her, seeming curious as to the noises and perhaps even the scents escaping this strange two legged creature.

The dragoness shivered, not in the cold but with desperate excitement as the stallion stepped closer still. Her face was hanging over the fence of his pen, her breasts and forearm of the hand not between her legs resting upon the uppermost wooden rail to support herself. The stallion snorted and huffed at her, and she moaned back at him tenderly. He flicked his head, tossing his mane proudly, and laid out a couple of hoof-beats on the spot like a dog impatient to be let out for a walk. His eyes were so dark and so wide, and as they stared into Fyr's own it was almost like he was trying to tell her something... or trying to understand what desires her gaze held within it.

Again he turned, but this time didn't move away afterwards. He span round to stand side-on against the fence, and Fyr giggled as she felt his weight lean up against it, rocking back and forth as he attempted to soothe an itch against the woodwork or perhaps just cosy up for some affection.

"Y-you... ohh... you have no idea what I'm up to, do you, hoss?"

Fyr was still touching herself as she reached out with her free hand and rubbed at the Clydesdale's flank. Her eyes darted back and forth to either end of the male; to his head, neck turned and eyes still gently regarding her, and to his hindquarters, erection as present as ever and seeming to twitch and strain almost more regularly as she rubbed his side with genuine affection.

"But... if you did? God. If I believed there was even a chance you knew what I wanted..."

Her already flushed, scarlet scaled face burned brighter still as the hand on the Clydesdale's flank slid a little lower. She moaned as she rubbed at the side of his belly, and he shuffled forward slightly, bringing her hand that much closer to his cock. It jerked upwards again, slapping against his underside, and the stallion snorted.

"Poor thing. Y-you've been like that all day. So worked up. So needy. I wish. I... I wish that..."

Before Fyr knew what she was saying, and certainly not what she was doing, her hand was reaching out further. She was leaning over the fence as far as she could stretch with one goal in mind. The fingers in her pussy was driving in and out with violent force, slurping and slapping against the soaking wet depths off her inner workings. Her eyes bulged. She was inches away from touching him. Centimetres. Millimetres. A hair's breadth.

Fyr wailed as the tips of her fingers brushed against the stallion's erect cock, the contact driving it up against the male's belly once again and drawing a surprised whinny from the Clydesdale. Her toes curled down into the straw-strewn stonework beneath her, her tail flicked out, its tip lashing against the inner wall of the barn, and her head snapped back with a frantic cry as a hot spray of juices erupted around her fingers. She came hard, and the stallion noticed. Not only through her cries and moans of pleasure as she continued to feverishly finger herself, but due to the splashing of her hot, richly scented juices against the barn floor. The Clydesdale's nostrils flared. Its eyes widened, and he turned towards Fyr head on once more.

With a louder, deeper and much more intense snort, the black, white and grey dappled stallion rose up onto its hind legs, and Fyr let loose a shriek of fright as much as pleasure as for a second she was convinced his legs were going to thrash out and kick her square in the head as she hung over his fence, quivering in the midst of her orgasm. But he didn't. His legs came to rest either side of her with several inches to spare, knees hooked over the edge of the fence. His chest hung mere inches away from the front of Fyr's moaning muzzle, and looking beneath it, she could now see the flared tip of his erection head-on as it twitched and flexed upward like it was greeting her.

Even as Fyr began to come down from her peak, she felt the horse's hot breath on the back of her head as he leaned over her. He snuffled at her back and shoulders, and she giggled as he nosed at the top of her head, but it was clear he was trying to lean further down and sniff at her hindquarters; the source of her own sexual scent. Before the dragoness' mind could begin to think clearly she found herself withdrawing her hand from between the lips of her swollen, sensitive pussy, and bringing those dripping digits to rest directly in front of the Clydesdale's nostrils. He inhaled deeply, not just once, but in three separate bursts before exhaling. His eyes bulged, and he let slip a powerful, more urgent whinny. His cock flexed, and let loose yet another hot ribbon of pre-cum.

"Oh god. Oh g-god..."

The dragoness watched as the huge, strong equine bucked his hips; humping at the air as he continued to sniff her pussy juice soaked hand. She wanted to call it coincidence. She wanted to call it a simple fluke of timing. Not because she didn't want to believe the alternative, but because she couldn't live with the disappointment if it was just random chance that the male was acting such a way after sniffing her feminine fluids.

She withdrew her hand, and pulled away from the fence. Shaky on her feet the dragoness stumbled back a few paces. She blushed as she saw the stallion watching, and almost apologised to him before realising that there was no point. He was an animal. He didn't care if she got off watching him. Hell, for all she knew he was probably just happy for her. After all, she could get off whenever she wanted. How was a horse like him supposed to masturbate?

A moan escaped Fyr alongside that thought, but not a moan of pleasure. One of almost painful anguish as she thought about what that meant for the stallion. Once again, she rationally knew that he didn't think like her. But animals did still feel. They had urges. Needs. Desires, physical and otherwise. If he had an itch, he wanted it to be scratched. And if his body was aroused... going for days upon days without relief, surely that would leave a male like him every bit as frustrated as it would have left her mate, had she denied him any opportunity to pleasure himself solo or otherwise.

Fyr looked at the stallion again, still hanging over the fence, staring at her as his hips gave the occasional twitch and his cock slapped at his stomach. She whimpered. Dragoness or not, mate to a pleasure demon or not, he was... he was big. He was powerful. If he took things too far, he could hurt her in any number of ways. Another groan of longing escaped her, and the Clydesdale snorted softly. These feelings should have gone away when she came. Or at least, lessened. Instead, she was needier than ever. Hornier than ever. And it felt like the only man, the only creature on this earth who could sate her urges, was resting right in front of her.

"You'll... you'll be gentle, won't you?"

Stepping forward, Fyr raised both her hands. She placed the paw still scented with the lingering odour of her fluids to the stallion's snout, and used the other to caress the side of his head. He inhaled deeply once more, and tossed his head with another whinny. When he was done though, he nudged back at her hand once more, almost seeking to encourage the dragoness to resume stroking his mane and scratching him by the ears. She giggled softly, and moaned as his huge, rough, wet tongue slipped out and licked at the palm of her hand.

"Okay. Okay, d-dammit. You know how to sweet talk a girl. A flash of the goods. A silver tongue. Eyes to die for."

Fyr began to climb the fence. It wasn't difficult, but she did so slowly anyway, ready to hop back over if the stallion didn't react well to his pen being invaded by this relative stranger. He didn't avoid reacting badly though. The Clydesdale barely reacted at all. He remained exactly where he had been, and simply watched the dragoness lower herself to her feet beside him with calm, patient confidence.

"Easy, now. Let's see how I... h-how we can do this."

The stallion was so huge, it was actually relatively simple for Fyr to crawl underneath him. To bend over, initially supporting her weight with her arm against the lower rung of the wooden fencing, and wrap her tail around the male's vast torso for extra grip. All the while he remained still and calm, barely even glancing back to try and see what was going on. It was like he trusted her completely, though he had no reason to do so. Unless, somehow, by some miracle... he understood what was happening here. What she wanted, and what the dragoness needed of him if they were to succeed together.

"Okay. L-let's see if... if it fits. If we can... if I... o-oh god..."

One of Fyr's hands left the fence once again, reaching round behind herself as she craned her neck and waited for the inevitable. She rubbed the frilled spine of her scaled body up against the stallion's belly, and sure enough that additional stimulation made him snort, and his cock twitch sharply once more. It sprang up towards his belly, but this time found Fyr. The Clydesdale let loose a soft wicker of what might have been enthusiasm when he felt the warm smooth scales of Fyr's hand close around the tip of its erection. His hips bucked, and a louder whinny escaped him as the hand squeezed and allowed him to thrust into it, granting the equine his first true stimulation all day, Fyr's brief earlier contact notwithstanding.

Again his hips bucked, and Fyr groaned loudly as she felt something hot, wet and viscous splash against her left buttock and thigh. She reached around now with both hands, balancing carefully on her feet and pushing up against the Clydesdale to hold herself steady, and began to guide his erection home. She could feel herself waiting for him. Feel her pussy aching, throbbing, begging to be filled by the horse. A loud moan escaped her as he shuffled ever so slightly forward upon his heavy, metal shod hooves. Suddenly his cock was pressing against the base of her tail, but still somehow he knew not to thrust. Not to push too hard. Yet.

Instinct or intellect, Fyr didn't care. Her own rational thought had long since abandoned her after all. All that mattered to her was helping the horse find his mark. Helping him achieve the release a gorgeous beast of a male like him deserved.

"O-oh..."

A shocked, surprisingly soft little gasp was the first sound to escape Fyr when the Clydesdale found it. When his cock brushed against the moist lips of her pussy, and suddenly he seemed to stiffen. To tense up above her, snort, and deliver that thrust he had been holding back until now. The thrust that spread Fyr's sodden pussy wide open, and plunged the flared head of his cock inside her.

"Yes.Yes... oh god, y-you're... more. More, p-please."

She groaned in joyous desperation as the stallion whinnied and gave her precisely that. His cock pressed deeper into her. And deeper. And deeper. He shuffled forward until perhaps half his monstrous cock was buried inside Fyr, stretching the dragoness wide and forcing her to bite her bottom lip hard to keep from shrieking in practically orgasmic pleasure right there and then. Only then, with the woman beneath him already impaled and her inner walls already beginning to milk and squeeze at the Clydesdale just as well as any mare ever could, did he begin to mate with her. To thrust, hump, and attempt to fulfil both his biological imperative to breed, and his body's physical need for relief and satisfaction.

Try as she might, Fyr couldn't hold back her cries of pleasure for long. The male's thrusts were short and sharp, his cock pushing to the limits of where it could travel inside the dragoness and seeming content to remain there. He didn't try to force his way any further in, to hilt himself against her trembling buttocks, and thus as his thrusting settled into a powerful, fevered rhythm Fyr was driven out of her mind by how huge and quite simply how good this gentle giant felt.

"Come on. Come on, b-big man... you can do it..."

Rubbing at the stallion's belly with one hand, the other reaching between her legs to grind and caress against her clit, the dragoness begged her equine lover to cum. She frankly didn't care about herself. If the Clydesdale filled her up with his cum and she got away without being caught, she would have enough fantasy fodder to power her next thousand orgasms. It was his satisfaction. His release. His breeding urges being satisfied that thrilled and excited Fyr right now. That, and of course his size. God, he was big. A monster in stature, length and girth. But right now, her monster. Just like she was his mare.

"Oh. Ohh yes. T-that's it."

It took a minute or so for the male's thrusts to noticeably start picking up speed, but when they did so the increase beyond that point was rapid and dramatic. The Clydesdale's hips began to pump with some serious force, and Fyr found herself rocking forward upon her legs as she felt his cock hilting as deep as it could go, yet still his hips carrying a little more forward momentum. The dragoness growled happily all the while of course, her own violent tremors of pleasure surging through her body as she felt the stallion's cock pulsate and throb within her. Already she swore she could feel herself being filled by his pre-cum, unsure if the juices flooding out of the tight seal formed by their entwined intimate regions were hers, his, or a mix of the two.

Her eyes bulged as the stallion let loose a new sound; a powerful and masculine rumble that seemed to shake through his entire body, and hers too. Again that same sound, only louder and with even more violent tremors. His back legs seemed to buckle slightly as he thrust into her alongside the deep grunt, and Fyr wailed happily at the weight; hefty but not back-breaking, of the vast Clydesdale bearing down upon her. She wanted to cry out to him, to beg him to cum for her. With words no use though, she abandoned them. Again she wailed, not mindlessly, but with deliberate carnal ferocity. She channelled all of her lust and passion into that frantic cry, and was answered mere moments later by the loudest and most potent whinny yet.

The Clydesdale's cock strained, pulsing violently, burning hot and stiff as steel. She felt him lean forward, the fence creaking as he placed a considerable quantity of his weight upon it. He huffed loudly. Violently. The dragoness couldn't see the way his eyes were blazing with feral passion, but if Fyr had been anywhere or anyone else right now, she might have been terrified. Thankfully though, that wasn't the case.

Where she was in actual fact, with him all around and within her, she didn't just feel overwhelmed by lust and pleasure. She felt safe. Secure. Protected by this powerful stallion, mere seconds away from breeding her like the mare she was.

"I... I can... I can feel it. All of it. A-all of... ohh god, all of you."

The Clydesdale half whinnied, half bellowed in relief as it's heavy balls began to unload not just ribbons, but floods of cum into the dragoness. He humped. He snorted. He filled Fyr to the brim with just the first couple of thrusts, and kept on going without shame as even he felt the flood of his cum backing up and gushing out between them. And all the while, the strange, smooth skinned creature beneath him let loose her own lustful but unfamiliar cries.

"More. Yes! I... I'm... ohhh fuck! Fuck. Gonna... I'm... a-_ aaahhhhh _!"

By Jeeves

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