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The farm was thick with the summer heat, with no wind to carry scents. Bugs can be heard from outside of the barn, mixed in with the sounds of the farm. Normally I'm not a farm horse myself, but a friend convinced me to see how long we can stay on the farm. Not even I know why, maybe to the thrill? Maybe for something to do... The friend, Greg, and I started to dare each other to do more and more daring stuff.

Starting from opening a barn door to let feral animals out, to sucking on a cow's udders. These were helped by the few beers we had before getting here. This ended with me suggesting one of us getting nude and going around the farm. Greg, being the horny dick, suggested tieing me down on a hay bale in one of the barns, for ten minutes before being released. Thanks to beer, I said yes. Partly because I'm not ashamed of my body, and partly because I've got a bit of a crush on him.

With how much he looked at my ass, I think he might be interested, but it might be his cock taking control. Barely three minutes in, the farmer catches Greg as he passes the open barn door. Somehow he misses me, and in surprise my friend bolts like a true doberman. With the farmer on his tail I'm left alone in the barn, naked, tied, and ass up for any animal to see. Which... brings me to my current situation... my 700kg situation...

My eyes are fixed on the pair in front of me, the eyes of a feral horse. He's just standing there, looking at me... if I weren't tied up, I might have ran to the hills. I'm not afraid of horses, especially since I'm one myself. I'm more afraid of what's between the feral's back legs; a long, throbbing, musky cock, a good foot and a half long. I gulp at the ideas that run through my head, of what that horse might use it for.

The horse nudges my nose with his own, licking my lips with the largest tongue I've encountered. I grimace as this, but the equine takes this chance to ram his slobbery length into my mouth, his lips locking with mine. He makes out with me very instinctively, rough, wet and very deep. The saliva is thicker than anything I've had before. I nearly gag at the taste, a deep, primal mix of flavours. The taste runs down my throat, unwanted and unwilling.

He pulls away and licks his lips, my body shivers in disgust as he does this. I feel his spit cover the whole of my mouth, unconsciously gulping it down. The horse moves forward and puts his front legs on my ass, bringing his cock close to my maw. If hits my nose and smears his sticky pre along it. I can't help but wrinkle my face when he does this, his deep scent burns the back of my nose.

"Dirty animal..." I mutter, knowing I can't do anything to stop him.

His tip thrusts softly against my nose, moving up to the bridge of my snout. I get the idea he was trying to achieve when he pulls back and does the same, his tip smearing against my flat nose. Fuck... his pre is sinking into my fur... it'll take ages to wash the scent out. But... a small part of my mind asks me if I didn't? What if I keep the scent on my fur? I shake my head slightly, trying to get the idea out. This moves the flat tip along to my lips and pushes it forward, thrusting it against my teeth, opening my mouth slightly.

I don't want to open my mouth, no! Stop!

But nothing is going to stop this beast. He rams his large length into my maw, getting to the back of my maw on the first thrust. The taste of horse cock is instant, but deeper... more feral and beastial. Thanks to the blunt tip keeping the back of my mouth wide open, the sticky taste flows down my throat like a leaky tap. My tongue's trapped against the bottom of my maw, only letting me snake it against the length. With flaring nostrils and tears in my eyes, I breath heavily and semi-roughly, trying not to panic while the beast above me repositions slightly.

The horse neighs and thrusts further, somehow knowing there's more space to invade. He moves the length down my throat at a constantly slow rate, blocking my airway. Fuck... I can feel my throat stretching around his length, every centimetre... every millimetre. I moan and tighten my throat unwillingly, gulping as best I can to try and make it easier. It takes a few seconds for the large length to disappear into my chest, getting a few inches further. Ishake and struggle while he dominates me, my limited air supply quickly running low.

'I-is... is he going to go balls deep? Will he pull back after that?' I think to myself, more hoping for my own sake.

If that's the case, a part of me wants him to go faster, just to get him out of me quicker. The seconds tick by as I gag slightly around the length, the last few inches finally disappearing down my throat. His large balls bob softly against my chin, almost making me feel how full they are from here. I'm nearly out of air, my lungs trying to pull more in despite the blockage. My body trembles as he finally pulls back, feeling it drag on my wet windpipe occasionally.

His cock coats my gullet with pre as he pulls back enough for me to breath. Sweet, sweet oxygen fills my lungs, I don't care it stinks of horse cock and musk, all I need is air! Before I can get two lung fulls, the beast shoves his cock back into me to his balls. He repeats this action, growing much faster each time he does so. Not even letting me get a small amount of air.

I moan, gag and groan as I'm used as a living sex toy. My body slowly becomes slightly adapted to the giant cock being forced into me. Warm liquid runs down my inner thighs, my folds are dripping in equine musk and lust. Fuck... I'm being turned on by this? My tongue starts to lick and massage the length as it rams into me, less for his pleasure...

I struggle against the binds behind my back, feeling a slight give. I'm sweating buckets, which in most other situations I'd hate, but now I can use it to undo the rope. Thankfully Greg was never good at knots. With sore hooves and wrists, I can just about get them free of the rope before passing out. I pull back and breath deeply, keeping part of his cock in my mouth. The horse pulls away, letting me take deep breaths through my pre covered windpipe.

"Fu-fuck... you're big..." I manage to say, the pre feeling weird along my throat as I talk.

My hoove moves to my snatch and begin to finger myself softly, quickly followed by the other hoover. On focuses on my clit, while the other dips into my folds, using my most sensitive areato deepen my lust. My mouth and lips taste like feral horse cock, making me lick it up with a perverse glee while my fingers dig deeper into myself.

The horse moves around me, his eyes travelling my body, focusing on my rear. Like most of my equine kin, my ass is full and slightly muscled, which gets added to by my flared hips. I'm kinda glad we're the same species, it'll make it easier for him to recognise scents and intent. My fingers spread my folds open when he gets to my behind, revealing my intoxicating scent and view.

"Come on horsie, don't make a mare beg." I whimper, licking my lips in lust.

The beast noses my hindquarters and snorts against my folds, the blast of air tingling my sensitive skin. I let out a small moan, blushing deeply before he opens his maw and lets his tongue out. My teeth dig into my lower lip in anticipation, ready to get eaten out of by the stud. His flat tongue runs up my folds slowly, teasingly, drawing out a loud moan from my maw. The wet appendage then digs into my love canal, feelng like a fat slug travelling into my body.

"Fuck, that's a good boy, lick my cunt!" I let out, pushing back against his maw.

He works my cunt like a pro, hitting all the right spots. Making me wonder how many mare's he's done this with. His tongue withdraws all too soon and gives my asshole a good lick, lapping around the doughnut hole. Soon enough he's above me again, his bowel chest pressing against my back. I move underneath him while he tries to line up, getting to the right position before helping him target the right hole.

"Come on boy, gotta give me that tasty cock."

I move the flat tip against my folds, massaging it up and down along his target. He gets the idea and drills his length down roughly, filling me up quickly with his gigantic cock. I scream out in pain, feeling him rip my body open, almost boyond its natural limit. My equine folds barely stretch around his girth, hugging his cock while it hits my cervix. I grip the hay bale tightly, grabbing hoove-fulls of hay.

"Oh god! You're splitting me in half! Fu-fuck...don't stop! Fuck me!" I shout in a weird mixture of pain and pleasure, his barely formed flare visible in my lower abdomen.

The horse starts to ram his length into my cunt, my brain barely coming to terms with the feral beast above me. Treating me like a penetrable sex toy, not even like a feral mare. Half of his cock stays out of my folds, giving me more to hope for. The hay rubs against my front as he fucks me harder than any anthro ever could. One of the thrusts comes harder than the others, forcing me forward to the edge of the hay bale. My hooves can't catch me and my chest gets pressed against the hay, my sensitive nipples rubs up to the dry material. The edge of the bake is the only place my hooves can go to get a grip.

"O-o-oh fuck... don't stop... please fuck me..." I beg, going cross eyed as saliva drools out of the corner of my mouth. "Such a good stud..."

"Jasmine?" I hear a soft voice ask, barely getting my attention.

I look up to find Greg, slack jawed and almost drooling over the sight. My mouth opens to try and say something, but nothing but a long, drawn out, lust filled moan. A thrust pushes my breasts out from the bale and reveal themselves to the doberman. His eyes bulge at this, his trousers tenting while he eyes up my sizable breasts.

"Greg, please... I... I need you..." I manage to say, letting my tongue hang out of my maw.

"I... I-I... you're..." He manages to say while standing still.

"Getting the best cock of my life! Now... give me yours!"

He slowly pads over to me, patting the horse's chest before he moves into the space in between the horse and I. Bent over, sandwiched between us while he undoes his trousers, revealing that he goes commando. He does his best not to get smooshed by the horse's thrusts while being between us. His bare cock and balls showing to the world. I don't care that he goes without undies... I'm actually glad for it, easier to get to the goods. His length is about five inches long, a good size, but not necessarily noteworthy.

My nose presses up against his balls and sniffs his scent deeply, filling my lungs with his spicy scent. I enjoy the scent, the musk, the sweat, the doggish fur smell. I bring his balls into my maw and pull his nutsack softly. It's hard not to go too far as I'm fucked roughly, lapping and licking his musky nuts like a horny dog. I watch his cock pre down his length and onto my nose, letting me smell a small taste of what's to come.

"Oh Jasmine..." he moans softly as he hugs my lower abdomen. I let his balls go and move to his length, licking his pre up before engulfing his tasty cock. He moans and shivers slightly around my body, giving my ass a little lick. My broad tongue wraps his cock and give him an internal tongue job, breathing in his crotch scent. "Please, don't stop!"

My body trembles under the two males, every nerve is on fire while I'm being spitroasted. My cunt raw with the pounding it's receiving, cumming around the large pole of feral horse meat. It's unexpected, but very appreciated. My fluids squirting around the gigantic cock, drenching my inner thighs with musky liquid. My folds contracting around his cock makes it feel bigger somehow, just adding to the orgasm. I moan deeply, wordlessly begging around Greg's cock.

'Cum in me... please, fill me up!' I think internally, wanting a hot shot of horse cum deep inside my womb.

The flare of the horse's cock begins to spread into a mushroom top, as if the stud could hear my thoughts. I clamp my thighs together and try to tighten my folds around the length. My body works to bring him closer to orgasm, my large ass being pounded further and harder from the horse. His tip forces itself against my cervix, over and over again, almost as if it was trying to get into my womb.

It finally gets confirmed when my cervix gives in to the barrage of slamming. His large tip and a good few inches enters my womb, getting to the back of my womb. My mouth opens in an attempted scream, giving Greg's semi-formed knot chance to enter my maw, plugging my scream. Molten hot horse cum floods my womb, the tightness of my cervix pushes the horse over the edge. I groan like a cheap whore, my womb expanding from the sheer amount of cum flooding it.

Greg's doggy cock throbs in my maw while I'm bred, keeping me mostly quiet. After about half a minute, my lower abdomen bulges out greatly, the giant cock keeping its cum locked inside my womb. Tears form in my eyes as I'm stretched, the sloshing of cum adding to neighs and pants coming from above me. I try to focus in my maw, to bring pleasure, but I'm too full... too well fucked. The doberman above me takes it into his own paws, pulling back and jamming his length into my lips.

I stay there, letting him use my mouth for himself, preparing myself for what's next. The horse above us begins to pull back, his mushroom tip slowly shrinking inside my womb. It still pulls on my cervix for a few pulls, before being let go from inside me. With a neigh, his cock is pulled from my cunt with gush of cum escaping my womb. The horse moves off of us as Greg stands up, thrusting into me softly. He looks down to me and smiles softly. I spread my thighs as cum escapes my folds, like a feral mare.

"You look good with a cream filling," he sighs. "Got away from the farmer by the way."

I moan in response, looking down in shame.

"Don't be like that Jasmine... I have a cousin who's mated with her dog."

"Mmmf?" I ask.

"Yeah, the one from Borth. I would have guessed sheep too."

I can't help but giggle softly, enjoying the feeling between us. The two of us stay like this until my stomach gets a good treat. We slowly get dressed and sneak out of the farm, limping softly on my end, feeling cum still coming out of me. I know what's gonna happen if I don't head to a pharmacy soon... morning after pills and all. Same species bestiality can produce taur children, and I'm sure the horse will get me pregnant. But, then again... taurs are super cute.