The Equine Life
So I figured I would try my luck at a non-anthro piece. From the definition of non-anthro I learned, it seems that a lot of the stories on here that claim 'non-anthro' really aren't non-anthro! And if some of you are like me, real non-anthro stories are among my favorites! I hope you enjoy it!
~K3~
The soft breeze blew the long wheat grasses gently as the sun made its peak in the sky. The heat of the mild summer day was masked by the cool breeze, making it quite pleasent outside. A random observer wouldn't notice the large stallion laying among the grasses, napping on his side.
His mane layed on the ground behind his neck, the black strands of hair moving slightly as wisps of air made their way down into the divet in the grass made by the stallion. His soft, medium grey coat was like a milkshake with cookie crumbs mixed in. The black speckles covered his entire body, from his hooves to his rump and face.
His side rose slowly as he inhaled, breathing in the sweet scents of wheat grass and freshly cut lawn clippings. The soft twitter of birds echoed in the air as, suddenly, the stallion picked himself up, sitting on his legs. Holding his nose over the grasses, the large equine sniffed the air. Nothing strange. Shaking out his mane, he quickly rolled over onto his back, scratching the itchy spots on the large, muscular back. Rolling back onto his legs, he yawned and whinnied softly before flopping back on his side, content with the thought of another midday nap.
His ears perked and the stud lifted his head at a familiar sound. Hooves clacked lightly on the crunching gravel that made up the path that led from the masters house to horse stalls and barn. He quickly sat up on his knees, picking himself up as he sniffed the air, eyes looking at the direction of the noise. Trotting through the tall grasses to the shortly cut grasses nearby, he stopped by the small strip of electric fence that seperated the field he was in from the one that the mares and foals. On the other side of that field there was another, home to the pregnant females. There were none in that field lately, but the master of the ranch planned to change that soon.
Raising his nose to the air, the stud scented the wind again. Ears perked to full attention again, his tail flagged as he broke out into a full out run, making divets in the grass as his hooves ripped chunks of grass and dirt out of the earth, sending them flying behind him. He neighed loudly as he ran, excitement rushing through his veins. He continued to run, huffing and whinnying softly as he did. What had gotten the stallion so excited?
The scent. The unmistakeable scent of a mare in heat. He stopped at the fence again, stomping his feet impatiently as he listened to the crunch of the gravel stop as the horse and its walker stepped into the barn. Nostrils flared, the stallions long black tail dropped and flagged slowly as he continued sniffing the air. He neighed again, feeling his sheath begin to swell as the scent drove him mad. He watched the large barn door open, and a young paint mare walked outside, halter on her head and a man leading her on a rope. He led her to the center of the mares field, (all the other mares and foals had been moved to yet another field on the other side of the barn) where he unbuckled the halter and removed it off of the females slender face. Rubbing her cheek, the man walked back towards the barn, but not before patting the mare softly on the back. She whinnied softly as he left, closing the big barn door behind him.
The stud stood impatiently, his penis showing itself outside of his sheath as he saw the mare that had gotten him so excited. He trotted impatiently along the fence that seperated the two, lifting his feet high and stomping the ground hard with each step, courting the female. He stopped, neighed loudly, and scuffed the ground with his forehoof, much like an upset bull.
"Steady boy," came the voice of the man who had led the mare onto the field. He had walked into the stallions field, unnoticed by the stud, and unhooked the electric fence that seperated the too lustful horses. Galloping, the stud made his way to the opening in the fence, 8" of his stallion hood working its way out of the sheath. The man smacked the studs rump as he galloped by, setting the male into a sprint into the other field. Throwing his head up high, he whinnied as he ran around the perimeter of the mares field, mane blowing behind him and his stallionhood growing with each sniff of the air. By now, 12" had made its way out into the world.
The stallion pranced around his female, circling her a couple times before making his way behind her. He nibbled at her rump, still courting her as his cock grew to its full length of 17". The female swatted at him with her tail, laying her ears flat to her head and turning on the stud, nipping at him. The stud quickly bit at her rump, letting the mare know who was in control. Lowering her head submissively, she opened her legs a slight amount and granted the stallions wish.
Rubbing the side of his face and neck over the mares rump, he pawed at her with a foreleg, letting her know that he was ready. He lifted himself up onto her back, a foreleg on either side of her body, holding onto her hips. Not wasting any time, the male thrust once and missed his target, his large cock hitting the females legs. Huffing in frustration, the stud drew back and thrust again, missing again. The stallion readjusted himself on the females back and thrust again, and was rewarded with the tight, warm feeling of the mares cunt wrapping around his cock. He nickered softly, thrusting more of his long stallionhood deep inside of her until he hilted.
Being the animal he is, the stallion immediately drew back, pulling half of his cock out of the mare, just to thrust roughly back in. He pulled out again, almost to the tip this time, and pushed roughly back inside, drawing a small whinny from the mare. He continued pumping his thick, long stallionhood in and out of the mare at a steady pace, rubbing his neck over her back and neck as he did.
He could feel himself getting closer to his climax, and this kicked his instincts into overdrive. He took the skin above the females withers into his mouth and bit down softly as his pace began to pick up, the head of his cock beginning to flare as he came closer and closer to cumming. He thrust his penis into her faster and harder, the only objective on his mind was to complete the job. He huffed and a rumbling groan built up in his throat as he thrust one more forceful time into the mare, the tight squeezing of her cunt as she orgasmed pushing him over the edge. Breathing heavily, he filled the female with his seed, forelegs loosening his grip on her waist as the trickle from his cock stopped. He continued to lay atop the female as his stallionhood softened and began to pull back into his sheath. He slowly dismounted and nipped the female again lightly on the rump.
Neighing loudly, he began prancing around the field again, happy to have satisfied his needs for one afternoon. The man appeared again from inside the barn, alerted that the session was over by the noise, and opened the fence again for the stallion to get back to his field. He went without confrontation, tail flagged and head high as he pranced through the gate. The man walked to the mare and put her halter back on, along with the rope, and lead her back to the barn.
So I would love to hear what you all think of this! I hope its not too bad!
~K3~