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This story was written for Onigrift. It contains M/M sexual acts between consenting adults and size-play. :3

A Hard Day's Relief

Mirabelle kissed Samson gently upon the lips as she watched her husband departing for his day's work in the fields, running her hands over the draft horse's broad, smooth and dark furred chest as he in turn touched the vast, swollen belly beneath her apron with equal tenderness.

"Don't work yourself too hard, my love."

She murmured softly to her lover, risen up on the tips of her hooves and even then only just able to crane her neck up enough to kiss the far larger horse. As he nodded and gave a calm, deep murmur by way of an answer though, Mirabelle drew back. She looked instead around the side of her lover's bare chested, broad and powerful figure, and to the small figure standing a short distance away awaiting his boss.

"Look after him Oni, just like you always do."

The two horses chuckled as they looked towards the diminutive rabbit, barely up to Samson's knees in height. Oni nodded proudly, puffing up his chest beneath the soft cloth shirt he was wearing and nodding with such eagerness that the bell around his neck began to tinkle melodically.

"I'll be sure he's home in time for dinner."

Mirabelle beamed approvingly, kissed her husband one last time upon the cheek, then retreated back into the house to rest. It wasn't ever easy for a woman to move around in the latter stages of pregnancy, but particularly so when you were bearing a child of stock such as Samson. She left him and Oni alone in the farm's courtyard, and as a cock crowed in the early morning sun, Samson took one last look back towards her and his future son or daughter, then turned to Oni with a calm, peaceful look upon his solemn features.

"Well, let's get to work then."

Samson was a hard worker, and he expected nothing less from any of his farm hands according to their ability. Thus as they headed out towards the field which today was scheduled for plowing, the horse called out loudly to several of the other workers already out and starting to busy themselves with the daily routine of picking and sorting peaches from the orchards, pressing juices for fruit wine, pulping fruit for jams, preparing others for preservation and of course simply packing the fresh fruits for cart-rides into market.

"A little faster there, Jameson. Steady on that ladder there, Martel. Wouldn't want you falling on your head, it might damage the ground."

As they arrived at the field though, the horse stripping off his britches to reveal a loin-cloth beneath and thus rendering his already shirtless form nearly nude in its entirety, he made no such comments towards Oni. Indeed by the time he had latched himself to the huge manual plough that had been with him since he first started this farm following his retirement as an adventurer, Oni was already waiting for him to get started. The rabbit stood with arms folded, playfully tapping one small bare footpaw against the turned but not yet ploughed earth beneath them, and giggled when Samson raised an eyebrow at him.

"Ready when you are, boss hoss."

The horse said nothing, just gave a snort of agreement, turned, and began to drag the plough down one side of the field. Behind him, bell tinkling constantly to ensure that the huge horse was always aware of his location without needing to constantly look down, Oni followed with a large cloth sack slung over one shoulder, pausing briefly and with precision at measured intervals. Each time he stopped he dropped quickly to one knee, dipped a thumb into a freshly ploughed furrow, pulled it out and dropped a single peach pit into the earth. The same hand would then sweep a little earth back over it, before pushing the rabbit back up to a standing position, Oni then rushing forward to the next location and repeating the process. He did so at such an exact pace that the distance between himself and Samson never changed except when he was down on one knee. If the horse quickened his pace a little, so too did Oni. And if Samson slowed... well, no. Samson never slowed down.

For hours they repeated this process, and for hours Oni was greeted by the same sight each time he glanced upwards in his tireless execution of his duty. The back of the plough being dragged through the earth, slicing and peeling the soil apart, and beyond it, dragging the plough by thick ropes and leather straps attached to a custom-made yolk slung over his shoulders, Samson himself. Or, more accurately, Samson's back. Samson's back viewed from a height of barely more than a few feet, meaning that loin cloth or not, Oni spent much of his day gazing at the taut, dark furred cheeks of Samson's ass, and the not so occasional sight of his smooth, hefty black balls shuffling and swinging between his legs.

They paused every so often for breaks, but only short ones and only to keep from becoming dehydrated under the beautiful morning sun. At lunch time they sat on the wall by the edge of this new orchard, Oni scrambling to climb it while Samson was simply able to bend down and lower himself into a seated position upon the stonework. They ate in near silence, but not awkward or tense. If anything the silence was comfortable, a sign of their friendship, a factor which wasn't lost on Oni given how much more boss-like Samson was towards his other farm hands. Samson didn't speak because he didn't have to speak, didn't have to fill the silence with unnecessary small-talk around Oni.

For as long as Oni had worked for the draft horse he'd known him to be quiet and calm, the sort of person who was utterly unflappable in the face of the most seemingly dire or grim situations. He assumed it was because of his past, because of Samson's time as an adventurer, and that never failed to make the rabbit feel the utmost respect for the horse. Not only had he earned enough through his travels and treasure seeking to buy himself a business; a farm, and a livelihood in which to peacefully raise a family, but he had come to a realisation no doubt based on all that he had seen in his travels. There was no such thing as an insurmountable problem, and no reason to become agitated, no reason to become frustrated or angry or upset, when instead you could simply calmly and quietly think your way out of the problem.

One day, Oni dreamed of being like that himself. Of being like Samson in deeds, but in attitude as well.

And until then, he would gladly work for the horse. Work with him, and earn his respect and his trust. Not to mention, at the end of the day, a more intimate, personal sense of companionship.

After all, Samson may have been a calm and stoic man, but he was still a man. A man with needs, and with a pregnant wife to whom such needs were currently nigh on impossible to fulfil.

The day passed by like any other, and like any other day since they had begun their routine together as colleagues in work and yet something definitively more so, it ended with both Samson and Oni dripping with sweat. At the end of the afternoon, as the sky became tinted with red and they heard the sounds of others already having concluded the day's work, chatting and laughing as they prepared to head into the village in search of rest or drink or companionship, Samson and Oni worked to get one last row of peach-pits planted. The horse's short, coarse fur was glistening with a shimmer of perspiration across practically his entire form, the fabric of the loin cloth he was wearing dampened and hanging more heavily by what sweat it had absorbed. Oni's shirt was similarly heavy, and before they were even done for the day he found himself casting it off, dressed only in a much smaller loin-cloth of his very own and blushing as he bared himself out in the open, small and fragile and wiry of frame next to such a colossal powerhouse of a man.

By the time they finally concluded business though, the farm was falling increasingly silent. Birds sang in the orchards and there was still the occasional call of a straggling employee finishing up some important task that could not wait. When Samson pulled himself free of the plough with a grunt however, and turned towards Oni with the slightest sign of an inquisitive smirk upon his face, they both knew that it was time. That the yard was clear enough, and their work completed to satisfaction enough that they could engage in what inevitably followed each long, sweaty day in the fields.

"May I... m-may I help you clean up, Samson?"

Oni shivered slightly as he remembered the first time he'd asked the draft horse that question. Even then it hadn't been entirely innocent, though nowhere near as filled with subtext as the query was now. But now, just as then, the draft horse's reaction was the same. A gentle, curt nod. A snort that sent visible puffs of condensation out into the slowly cooling late afternoon air. And another smile, calm, knowing, and appreciative.

After covering the plough and Oni quickly dashing off to stow his bag of peach pits for tomorrow's continuation of this task, the pair strode and padded respectively towards one of the barns that stood not near the centre of the farmyard, but on the edge of one orchard. A barn that smelled sweetly of peach and wood, and which contained in the majority barrels and pallets empty but either waiting to be or previously filled by the orchards' produce. Just outside the barn however there stood an iron pump and a large bucket, and it was this which Oni filled, his feet leaving the ground with squeals of laughter as he pressed the pump handle down only to have it lift him clean into the air. Samson of course lifted the bucket, it filled with water probably weighing as much as the entirety of the bunny's form, and carried it inside. Oni followed, and with a bashful look around the empty fields beyond as well as a soft giggle of excitement, he closed the barn doors behind them, sealing both himself and Samson inside.

Within the barn, the doors closed and the outside world sealed off, the atmosphere immediately changed. Samson remained firm and silent, but there was a noticeable softening of his demeanour. He visibly, physically relaxed, and as he approached a stack of sturdy crates, setting the bucket of water down upon the straw-strewn ground close by, his hands fell to the loin-cloth still tied around his midsection. Without any fanfare, but also without the slightest embarrassment, Samson lowered the garment. It fell down around his hoofed ankles, and he casually pushed it aside to rest beside the bucket. Then he turned, smiled gently to Oni once again, and sat down in his nude state, seeming to be waiting for something.

Something, which of course Oni knew it was down to him to provide.

From within another crate, close to the ground and also containing what appeared to be a fresh change of clothes both for the rabbit and indeed the stallion, Oni pulled a clean, neatly folded wash-cloth. With it in hand he approached Samson's bare, hulking form, and swallowed thickly as he dipped it into the bucket, trying his very hardest to look at what he was doing rather than simply staring at the stallion's slightly parted legs, comfortably displaying his thick, dark sheath and the plump, ample obsidian balls beneath.

"We made good progress today, didn't we?"

Now came the small-talk, but not out of obligation or awkwardness. It came as Oni began to take the wash-cloth and rub it over the lower legs of his hulking companion, washing off the earth and dust that had been churned up and had started to cling to the horse's beautiful, pale and tufted lower limbs as the day's work progressed. He moved his hands in slow, careful strokes, applying the cloth and the fingers of his free hand in equal measure to rinse and cleanse the stallion's body. And as he spoke, as he worked, he watched Samson leaning back upon his crate-stacked throne, the stallion's eyes closing in trusting relaxation as he gave himself up to Oni's touch.

"We did sufficient for today. But, I would like to see if we can finish the whole of the new planting by the end of the week. Get a head start on our next project."

Rubbing at the draft horse's hooves one by one with the cloth, cleaning them till the ebony keratin shone and squeaked with cleanliness, Oni nodded in agreement.

"That sounds good. Will... um... will I..."

His voice trailed off, cheeks flushing as he watched one of the stallion's large brown eyes open once more, gazing down at him curiously.

"If you have a question, ask it, Oni. You know I will answer honestly."

Pausing briefly to rinse out the cloth and reload it with clean, cool water, Oni did precisely as the stallion suggested.

"Will I be able to work with you again, or do you have a separate job for me? I'll do whatever you ask of course, but... I enjoy working with you, and would like to continue doing so."

As if to make his point, Oni began to wash higher up the male's legs. Higher and higher, growing ever closer to Samson's thick thighs, already trembling as his fingers brushed over swollen, muscular calves. A soft, deep chuckle escaped Samson in response, and after a few seconds of silence simply to enjoy the cool and pleasant sensation of his legs being cleaned, the draft horse nodded slowly but with definitive assurance.

"You're one of the hardest workers I employ, Oni. And one of the few who can work with me both as employer and equal. Someone I don't have to go easy on, or remind of my expectations. Yes, of course you can continue to work with me day to day."

Again the horse chuckled, reaching down to gently scratch at his own testicles and drawing the rabbit's attention to the fact that his sheath was beginning to swell... not that Oni hadn't already been staring hungrily at it for the last ten seconds or so anyway.

"And though as always you are under no obligation, I certainly relish your continued... support, in aiding my wife and I as we await our child's arrival."

Needless to say, Oni was glad to hear that. He giggled and shuffled from foot to foot, bell jingling with delight as he reached up and began to rub the cloth and drip water over Samson's knees and the very base of his thighs. Once the cloth fell away once more though and the rabbit rinsed it out again, he made no attempt to continue his washing of the horse right away. Instead he moved to stand expectantly beside the stack of crates upon which Samson was seated, flanking the horse on the opposite side of his legs from where the bucket was seated. This unspoken code was something they each knew well by now though, and thus in a matter of seconds Samson was lifting the bucket of water up off the barn's ground and setting it down beside himself upon the makeshift seat. Then, mere moments later, Oni was whimpering in joy as he now was lifted up within the stallion's powerful arms, raised up and onto the crates as though he was little more than a feather to the burly equine.

Straddling Samson's body, his own legs having to spread wide apart in order to do so, Oni began to wash the upper portion of the horse next. He found himself now face to face with Samson's broad chest, watching it move gently up and down as the horse relaxed and allowed himself to be bathed, smelling the sweat, the earthy richness of the stallion's hard work and then the fresher but still all too masculine scent as he rubbed his cloth and indeed his trembling free hand all over Samson's torso, his arms, practically anything within reach. He washed and rubbed down the stallion to the very best of his ability, and no matter how much his mind might have been wandering at that moment in time he remained steadfastly and sincerely devoted to that innocent task. Right up until the moment when, just as on their first ever occasion doing so, Samson had given him reason to act any differently.

"O-ohh..."

Oni felt something brushing against the base of his tail. Not a hand. Not the stallion groping him or fondling him, at least not in the traditional sense that one might be felt up by their boss. He recognised it immediately. The warmth. The firmness as it began to prod at him from behind, then twitched sharply and poked him more urgently. A desperate moan escaped him, and finally he looked up, not down, to see Samson's face regarding him. To see the horse's deep, calm eyes locking with his own, and then to feel the horse's hands upon his own loin-cloth, surprisingly dextrous fingers teasing the material away from his loins to reveal his snowy furred body in all its bare and beautiful glory, and to allow the swelling length of Samson's cock to begin rubbing against the now unclothed, gossamer soft fur of the rabbit's buttocks.

The rabbit wiggled his ass back against the shaft swelling beneath him as he continued to bathe Samson's body little by little, fighting to ensure that despite his own rapidly growing excitement he didn't miss a single spot upon what he could reach of Samson's vast frame. All the while he could feel Samson continuing to grow, the cock swelling larger, thicker all the time, already far too big to ever fit inside of him, but making no pressing effort to do so. All that Samson seemed to desire right now was something against which to gently rub himself to full arousal, and Oni was more than eager to let his ass be that target, shuffling and wriggling his hips and backside ever more urgently against the still swelling, throbbing length of the horse's vast hard-on. A cock which might once have found purchase solely inside his wife, but now knew only one source of regular, reliable and enjoyable release. The rabbit himself.

Despite the obvious excitement which filled the barn as their display became ever more unabashedly sexual in its nature however, Samson's overriding sense of calm never abandoned him. He wasn't a rough lover, at least not at first. Not at this stage in proceedings. He simply continued to sit back, a more pleasantly calm look resting on his features as he allowed Oni to both wash him and please him all at once.

"Mmmmh..."

The stallion murmured softly as he felt Oni's lips against his chest, the rabbit advancing things a little further with a kiss not of romantic affection, not overtly or primarily so at least, but of reverence, respect, perhaps even a little worship for this gentle giant. The wash-cloth soon sank to the bottom of the bucket in which it had been left to rinse out once more, and instead it was Oni's hands alone, dipped into the bucket over and over, which roamed up and down the horse's chest to further clean and also massage his broad, powerful torso.

"Ah. Gentle, Oni. Gentle."

He gasped, tensing slightly, though just for a moment, as the rabbit's fingers rather eagerly assailed the firm nipples rising as a pair of ebony points through his short coat. As soon as Oni's touch became more gentle however that gasp turned to a gentle whinny of pleasure, and while the rabbit's dextrous digits played carefully across and around those nipples he felt Samson's erection pressing against his rear end all the more strenuously.

"Tell me when."

Oni kissed Samson's chest again, nuzzling into his damp coat and inhaling the rich, clean but still intensely manly scent of the stallion, tongue flicking out to lick and taste it more strongly.

"J-just... mmhh... tell me when."

The horse chuckled, and Oni whimpered happily into his chest as he felt a single strong hand rise up, reach behind him and stroke all the way down the length of both his long, lopped ears. Before long all attempts to continue washing or in any way cleansing Samson any further had ceased, and the tiny rabbit and huge, hulking horse were simply allowing their hands to roam all over one another. To touch and delight in one another's physical presence, all the while aware of and constantly intensifying one another's sexual excitement without any direct action to do so. Oni's own erection stood proud if not nearly as tall as that of the stallion against which his ass was continually grinding, and bashfully he soon found himself noticing the frequency with which Samson's eyes drifted down towards it. It was still a little more time however, perhaps ten, fifteen minutes longer of touching and nuzzling and allowing Oni to worship and revere the powerful form before him, before Samson spoke another word.

In the end of course, a long, low rumbling moan of desire escaped Samson's muzzle and betrayed his intent before he could utter a coherent word to express his need. Thus as he finally did speak, Oni was already pre-empting his actions. Already turning upon the spot, at last shifting to face the now fully engorged, ready and hungrily waiting length of the equine's cock. Turning to see the length which had been rubbing against his ass for close to thirty minutes by that point, and regard it in its fully engorged, fully exposed glory.

"Touch me, Oni. Let me feel you against me. A-all of you."

And indeed, just as the stallion's words betrayed, all was precisely how much of Oni was not only desired but required to sate Samson's needs. His cock had been grinding against the rabbit's ass for some time now, but only a fraction of its length. Now that Oni had turned, able to see the length of his boss, his friend and his lover's erection for what was far from the first time, he was able to revel in just how vast it was. So vast that mere imagination wasn't enough. This member, this arousal had to be seen to be believed, for there was no exaggeration in stating that it stood in inches every bit as tall as the rabbit himself. And while of course that meant there were certain acts that Oni could never possibly have achieved with that arousal, it meant there were many more that he could share with only Samson, and that Samson in turn could share only with him.

The rabbit felt Samson move beneath him, and squealed with excitement as he felt himself being lifted off the ground. No arms moved to support him though, and as the huge stallion rose to his feet it was his own erection which carried Oni up with him. The rabbit straddled the base of the length, grasping at it with careful hands for balance, and whimpered happily as his own small snowy furred balls and pink, twitching member were brought into intimate contact with the dark and throbbing length. Both males moaned in pleasure and anticipation as Samson moved them towards the centre of the barn, away from the bucket and through a weaving maze of barrels and boxes until finally they arrived at their little haven. An area free from obstructions, strewn by straw but with something else resting upon the floor before them. A mattress. A large, soft, and stained mattress.

The world span, and Oni shrieked with laughter as Samson span around, tumbled, and dropped himself purposefully upon the mattress. They landed heavily, Samson on his back and Oni also facing towards the barn's hay-loft roof, though lying astride the stallion's belly rather than upon the soft mattress. And there they remained, Samson's hands rising up and encircling Oni's lithe little body, running up and down through his lush white fur, the tufts upon his own chest, even teasing a finger along the underside of the bunny's erection for a moment or two as he murmured a deep, passionate command.

A command, yes, not a request, not a desire. The time for suggesting was past, and the horse had neither the patience nor the inclination to mince his words. But at the same time, a command which he knew from experience that Oni would not only be able and willing to fulfil, but one which it would delight the rabbit to do so with all the gusto he could muster.

"Stroke my cock, Oni. Use your paws. Your feet. Stroke me."

Sure enough Oni's whole body shuddered as he received his instructions, and he moaned a happy, giggling moan of acknowledgement even as his feet were rising up and pressing their fluffy, slightly earth-discoloured pads to the length of Samson's arousal. The girth of the stallion's cock was huge, and even considering the rabbit's rather large and agile feet there was no way they could even come close to encircling the entirety of the shaft presented before them. That didn't stop Oni from pleasuring the horse though, indeed if anything the sheer scope of the task, the vast difference between their sizes was what enthralled and intoxicated the rabbit most of all. He had never been one to let larger creatures, and that was most of them, intimidate him by size alone. Indeed he had always seen the ease with which they could conduct physical tasks as more of a challenge, something for him to live up to despite all expectation. But in this arena... when it came to sexuality, to sex and to size combined, Oni was almost glad he was so small. So easy to find in the embrace of a far larger, stronger male, with a far larger set of equipment upon which he had to work.

The bunny's feet flew over Samson's twitching cock, and in return the stallion began to express signs of his lust, of his passionate delight with greater urgency and volume. Little by little Samson's calmness and stoic nature began to fade, and the hunger that had been evident physically from the very moment his cock had started to swell began to break through with every whinny, snort, and spoken groan of lust that he let slip.

"Ah. Ahh... god, that feels incredible, Oni."

The more visibly and audibly Samson reacted to Oni's tender touches to his cock, the more the rabbit felt the powerful horse beneath him touching his body in return. The horse's strong fingers roamed all over his torso, running through his soft fluff and groping, touching, obviously starved of the physical attention and affection he had been unable to both receive and indeed provide in turn to his heavily pregnant wife. Samson's fingers teased over Oni's ears, grasping them ever so delicately between digits and squeezing, rubbing in a way that made the rabbit whimper and squirm, his own hips helplessly bucking and his erect cock twitching where it stood mostly unattended above his fluffy belly and white furred orbs. In return of course, Oni worked harder and harder to keep Samson's pleasure rising, to provoke yet more of a physical reaction from the usually so calm and steady-headed equine. He knew to what heights he could lift Samson if he worked hard enough, and just like when out in the fields with his buff powerhouse of a boss, Oni intended to give his all to ensure that he didn't let Samson down.

Sure enough it didn't take long before the tender assault of the horse's thick and by now liberally dripping cock by Oni's paws drove Samson to not just ask, but insist on more. He whinnied and moaned in desperation as a thick, near constant stream of his glistening pre-cum began to drool from his erection's flared tip, dribbling it down over Oni's belly and chest, much to the rabbit's glee. For the first time though the horse didn't leave it to the bunny alone to take care of him, and reached out to grasp his own cock, not stroking it but pulling it down more firmly, more insistently towards his own body and indeed towards the rabbit lying astride his stomach.

"Take it, Oni."

The bunny had heard that many times before, and normally it was an instruction to bend over, close his eyes and await the rapid, merciless pounding of a cock inside his ass. With Samson though that simply wasn't an option, and they both knew it. In this case it was a far more direct command. Samson was quite literally telling Oni to take his cock, and so the bunny did. He reached up with arms that trembled in their eagerness, wrapped his hands around the throbbing length of the horse's arousal, and pulled it down towards himself.

"Mmmh... ooohh, ohhh gosh..."

Oni moaned happily to himself as he was at last more able to freely indulge in the joys of all that Samson's body had to offer. He found himself with his whole body wrapped around the stallion's vast cock, legs encircling its base with feet still stroking and rubbing as best they could, arms cuddling and squeezing and fondling, and of course with the head of the cock resting directly over his face. He gurgled and whined in desperately joyous lust as cum dribbled down onto his face, over his muzzle and into his open, panting maw. He licked, kissed, nuzzled and opened his muzzle wider and wider in futile attempts to fit the head into his mouth and suckle on it for just a little, but before long gave up in that impossible task and returned to the almost as erotic matter of simply allowing the rich, bittersweet seed of Samson's pre-cum to dribble down over his face and into his muzzle, staining his fur more and more as he rubbed, teased and drove the horse to greater heights still.

Eventually of course, they reached the point that Oni had been waiting for. In a way the moment that the bunny had been looking forward to since he first caught a glimpse of Samson's balls within his loin-cloth that morning. The moment that he looked forward to every time he thought about or spent any time in the company of this gentle giant of a stallion.

The moment when the giant's mask slipped, and the gentleness, the calm, stoic firmness faded, and the adventurous heart within was allowed to briefly roam free once more.

"Ah. Aaah... fuck."

With a grunt and a curse of frantic, unbearable longing, Samson dragged himself up from where he lay upon this small mattress covered portion of the barn floor, rolled himself over onto his knees, and began to thrust more forcefully. Of course as he moved so too did Oni, toppling forward while still attacked to the horse's cock, too tightly wrapped around it to possibly fall loose. Soon as a result he found himself flat on his back once more, but this time not with Samson's heat beneath him. Now he lay flat on the mattress, gurgling and whimpering as Samson's hips began to thrust against him, as the stallion began to fuck the warm, slick tunnel of his limbs and his increasingly pre-cum soaked body. Oni tried to keep up, tried to stroke and lick and nuzzle and make Samson feel as good as he possibly could, but he knew it wasn't enough. He knew that as the horse started to move his hips faster and faster, Samson's desire was reaching beyond the limits of what the bunny alone could grant him. And thus, there was only one more thing he could do to further delight the male around whose cock he lay.

"F-fuck me..."

He whimpered pleadingly, not just granting Samson the permission to let loose, but begging him to do so.

"Hump me. Cum on me. A-all over me, Samson. Please!"

The draft horse's actions became more and more frenzied the more that Oni begged, and the more wildly Samson humped at him, the more pre-cum that poured out over his increasingly sticky and stained figure, the louder and more desperately Oni begged in turn. Samson tossed back his head and let loose echoing whinnies of pleasure that echoed around the barn and no doubt the orchards beyond, and as Oni's cries grew muffled by wet, sloppy gurgles as more and more bursts of potent pre-cum gushed out over his face and into his panting, whimpering muzzle only his eyes were left wide open to betray the full extent of his ecstasy. After all, with every thrust against his pre-cum covered torso Oni also felt Samson's cock rubbing against the length of his own, stimulating him while keeping both their shafts lubricated with his copious pre-cum and indeed a relatively sizeable portion of Oni's own.

"Ah! Ahh! Faster, Oni! F-faster... I... I... hh-haaaahhh!"

In the final moments of his pleasure-stricken frenzy, Samson lunged forward, reached out and grabbed at the bunny wrapped around his member. He dragged Oni forward as he slumped down onto his ass, legs stretching out ahead of him for stability, and with his hands wrapped tightly around the pre-cum soaked and pleasure crazed rabbit Samson began to slide Oni up and down his shaft in a blur of powerful motion. He used the rabbit as a toy, a stroker, a sleeve with which to pleasure himself to the brink of ecstasy, and after just a few seconds of that rapid stroking, with Oni clutching and squeezing and rubbing his body against the length of Samson's cock as best he could, he changed the use of the rabbit once again. From colleague to companion. From companion to lover. From lover to sex toy. And now, from sex toy to cumrag.

Oni wailed happily as cum splattered out across his face, his torso, his... everything. It soaked him, stained him not just with streaks and ribbons of the rich sticky cum, but waves upon waves from the vast black balls of the stallion. He shuddered and writhed in his own orgasmic bliss at the same time, the grinding of Samson's now violently flexing, straining cock against his own far smaller member enough to finally send him over the edge, adding his own seed to the sticky, oozing mess that covered him from blushing, moaning, gurgling head to wriggling toes.

It was hard to believe that Samson's balls had been drained in a similar manner just twenty four hours ago, the sheer quantity that he produced to coat Oni with. Even when he was technically done, panting and whinnying softly in the wake of his cataclysmically potent peak, he continued to pour cum out over Oni's trembling and panting form. He laid the rabbit back down upon the mattress, and began to wipe off his sticky, still drooling cock upon Oni's fluffy, albeit rather cum-matted cheeks. And when finally he stopped producing, or at least reduced it to a dribble the likes of which the rabbit's muzzle could handle, he allowed the bunny's own cum-dripping fingers to rise up and take hold of his delicate member, letting Oni's sticky form begin to work its way up and down his shaft, licking off every drop of stickiness that had been transferred back to him from where it had been clinging to Oni's coat.

By the time they were done, actively and properly done, Oni looked more akin to some sort of ooze an adventurer might fight in a dungeon rather than a bunny. He rose to his feet, blushing, giggling as he looked himself up and down, only the red point of his erection and the gold of his collared bell visible through the creamy whiteness that was still dripping off him.

"Same time tomorrow, boss?"

He beamed up at the now satisfied, weary, and once more calm and steady-minded horse. For a moment, just a moment, he thought that maybe he saw something. Colour in the stallion's cheeks as he blushed at the sight of the rabbit and Oni's continued eagerness, the bunny's ongoing devotion to him as employer as well as sexual partner. But, if indeed Oni hadn't imagined it, it only lasted for a moment.

Slowly, but with gravity and certainty, Samson nodded.

"Same time tomorrow, Oni. Thank you."

They looked at one another, both naked, both satisfied, one coated in cum and the other freshly cleaned, albeit a little sweaty once more from his most recent exertions. Then they parted ways, as they always did following their amorous rendezvous'.

At least, they started to. Before Oni could make it more than a few steps though, something changed from the normal proceedings of this routine.

"Unless..."

The rabbit froze as he heard the horse speak again, and turned his head, ears flicking cum across the barn's floor as they span in the wake of his rapid motion.

"Unless?"

Samson reached out, and gestured for Oni to take one of his hands. He then guided the rabbit back to where they'd been seated before, lifting him up onto the crate-formed throne which was normally reserved for him alone, and dropped to his knees. The stallion pulled the wash-cloth out of the water bucket, wrung it out gently, and brought it to bear upon the rabbit's cum-coated body.

"I always leave you to clean off on your own. But... there's no need for that. I'll clean you off, and then I can walk you to the edge of the farmyard. We can walk back. Together."

***********

Some twenty minutes later the two of them, dressed in their fresh and clean clothes, strolled out across the farmyard in comfortable silence. At the door to the main farmhouse, to Samson's home, his wife was waiting upon the porch, sipping lemonade with a second glass, ice part-melted, next to her upon a small table.

She raised an eyebrow as the two approached together in their standard silence, but smiled when Oni looked at her guiltily and began to apologise.

"Sorry for keeping Samson late. I just..."

The mare raised a hand, the other holding the lemonade glass half rested against the substantial curve of her pregnant belly. She chuckled, and shook her head as Samson approached, bending to kiss her before taking his own seat upon one of the porch's wooden chairs.

"Don't apologise, Oni. I've been telling Sammy for weeks that he should be helping you clean up, after all you do for him. For us."

With his mouth already having fallen agape, Oni didn't know what to say or do. He stared at the two horses as they looked at one another, clasping hands across the small table and its lemonade stand, and smiled at him with the same knowing, calming smile upon both their faces. Surely she couldn't know. Surely Samson hadn't been telling his wife what they had been doing together all along.

"And speaking of which, why don't you come join us. Have a lemonade."

Mirabelle gestured to a third, smaller chair. One which had only appeared recently, and Oni had simply assumed was made for their child when they arrived and grew old enough to sit on the porch with their parents. He was about to excuse himself, to thank them but tell them he had his own plans for the evening, when the mare said something that changed everything.

"After all, it's thirsty work satisfying his needs. I know."

She patted her swollen belly once more, giggling as Samson definitely blushed visibly, and snorted in embarrassment. That wasn't what changed Oni's mind so completely though. It was what came next. The start of a whole new chapter in his relationship with Samson, and indeed, though he didn't know it at the time, a whole new chapter in his life overall.

"Honestly though, we'd really like you to join us for a drink, for dinner as well if you like. And if you're lucky... Samson might get chatty, tell us of one of the tales from his adventuring days. Who knows, if you stick around long enough... he might even offer to teach you a thing or two. I'm sure a smart, agile creature such as you would make a fine adventurer, isn't that right, Sammy?"

The stallion chuckled, but his eyes were serious, solemn and sincere as ever as he gazed down at the fluffy, cute, recently cum-hungry bunny before him.

"Yeah. Yeah... actually, I reckon that you would."

By Jeeves

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