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The dingo had never walked this far out before. Sure, she was used to long strolls, had been going on them since she was young, but she always stopped at the large grey water tank an hour or so from where she started. Beyond it was private property, boundless farmland that stretched for kilometres, and she'd never had the nerve or energy to cross into it.

But today was different. Amelie needed time to herself, time to think about the past week. She'd broken up with her partner of several years a week ago, a decision she stood behind despite the small voice in the back of her mind urging her to call him back. It had been a sad realisation, knowing they weren't meant to be together. Their relationship had been grand at first, constantly going out places and sending each other loving texts and, god, the sex. But then things had mellowed out, they'd stopped getting along so well, he'd got a wondering eye... it was best, she knew, to cut it off before things dragged on too long. He wasn't happy about it, obviously, but he'd understood what she'd had to say and they'd at least parted on amicable terms. They probably weren't going to be friends, but at least they weren't enemies.

The water tank was far behind her now, and Amelie wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to find her way back easily. Then she realised she didn't really care. She crossed another fence and followed the gentle slope of the hill as it ascended toward a small grove of trees, tinged with the pale yellow of summer growth. She had no idea what was beyond the tree line--if she stumbled onto the landowner's lawn she could be in trouble--but she pushed onward nonetheless. The season's sun had been vicious this past month, but as if it knew she needed a day it had cooled off, backed by an airy breeze that seemed to push her along. Happy to follow its instruction, she crunched through the dry, leafy floor and emerged out the other side.

Her eyes widened a little when she saw what lay beyond. Her usual path, the one that lay far behind her, ran along one of the old colony pipelines. They were always built in valleys so they could collect rundown water, and though the tree-covered hills on either side were good for shade, they didn't exactly offer scenic views. But this... this was like standing at the top of a castle, surveying a majestic landscape beyond. Fields of different crops--barley; sorghum; canola; lavender, all ready to harvest provided a patchwork of yellows, greens and purples, and paddocks beyond were dotted with fluffy white sheep and cows, happily doing sheep and cow things. The field she was in appeared to belong to a single horse, a great big bay engrossed in the lush grass at the bottom of the hill, and she figured it wouldn't pay her much attention. A couple kilometres further was a simple white bungalow, probably the farmer's house or at least belonging to one of the farmpaws. A simple dirt road flowed past it and up the hill beside her, but she figured the chances of anyone driving by while she was here were slim. And anyway, she'd see them coming a mile off--she could always just hide behind a tree.

Amelie stretched her arms above her, luxuriating in the freedom the landscape offered her. Her sports bra kept her sizeable bust out of the way, but in the perfection of the moment she had the strangest urge to take it off. It was like her body wanted the freedom her eyes were enjoying, and so with a playful grin she slipped the elastic bands off her shoulders and pulled it over her head. Her long black ponytail got caught halfway and she pulled out her hair tie and let it fall over her shoulders. The topless dingo wiggled her shoulders, letting her breasts jiggle from side to side, and giggled at the sight. Then she looked down at her shorts, cut off just above the knee and coloured a simple pattern of grey diamonds. She liked the rust-red of her fur better... 'easily fixed', she muttered to herself and shucked them too along with her shoes. Now she truly was free, nothing between her fur and the fresh air around her. She spun around, arms outstretched, letting her hair play in the wind as she pirouetted in the grass. Then she got dizzy and stumbled over to a lone tree, plonking down in the shade. The grass tickled the skin beneath her fur and the sensitive lips of her nethers but she ignored it, leaning back against the tree with her paws folded on her naked belly. It was flat and toned from years of a healthy routine, and above it was the hint of muscle beneath. She wasn't jacked or anything--she hated going to the gym and doing exercises that seemed more for aesthetics than fitness--but she was certainly a trim and good-looking dog. It didn't take her long to drift off, a serene smile flitting across her muzzle.

She woke to a rustling of grass underhoof and a curious nicker. Groggily she rubbed her eyes and looked up to see a broad, brown face staring down at her. She jumped in fright and tried to back away but she was already against the tree, so simply slid down it further. The horse followed her down, its head tilted incredulously. Amelie let out an embarrassed giggle.

'You scared me there, girl. Or...' she leant to the side, trying not to act suspicious as she checked between the horse's legs. A full, round black sac hung low between them and she instinctively gulped. 'Boy. Definitely boy. You the owner of this field, eh?'

The horse snorted and seemed to grow bored of looking at her, returning to the clumps of flora beside the tree. Amelie stayed where she was, watching the docile beast eat. He was enormous, probably eighteen paws or maybe even nineteen, though its fetlocks weren't the shaggy floofs she usually saw on horses of this size so he could be a Shire or a Clydesdale. He was broad all over, from his muzzle to his rippling, muscular shoulders, all the way across to his hips. His tail was long, black and sleek, just like his mane. Obviously he was kept well groomed, but he didn't have any of the signs of a competition horse. She wondered what such an impressive specimen was doing out here in the middle of nowhere--surely he ought to be shown.

The horse snorted again as it decided against a patch of heronsbill and went for the greener grass just past Amelie. He didn't seemed worried about her at all, stopping side-on with his middle right in front of her as he ate. She ran her eyes over his brown flank, right from his withers to his sides, then down lower, first at his front legs and then to his back. She found her eyes falling further, like they were magnetically drawn to what was beneath. She let in a sharp intake of air when she saw his sheath again, this time closer and rather more detailed in view. His penis was nowhere to be seen right now, but by the size of the thick, black sheathe between his legs she could imagine just how big he was. His balls were like... like bowling balls, each full and round inside his sac, though one hung lower than the other giving them a lopsided look. They jiggled around as he picked at the grass, and she was surprised they weren't banging into his legs. No matter how hard she tried Amelie just couldn't look away. Her ex had been well-endowed enough--she certainly never complained--but canines could only ever be so big. And even anthro horses, after everything she'd heard about them from her equine girlfriends, even they couldn't come close to the powerful, primal sight before her. Amelie gulped when she felt a ball of warmth begin to glow in the pit of her stomach, that ache for attention that she'd hadn't satiated since her break-up. But this was a horse in front of her. A feral horse. She just couldn't... could she?

The beast gave her a sidelong glance and she realised she had a paw between her legs. She was dripping, and the downy fur on the inside of her thighs was wet. She idly ran a digit between the soft lips of her womanhood, her thumb at her hard clit slowly rubbing it in circles. She saw the horse sniff once, twice, and Amelie clamped her legs together in fear. But her paw was still between them, and even the threat of a wild stallion getting all horny nearby wasn't enough to stop her continuing to tease herself. She brought her other paw to her breast, thumbing her nipple until it grew hard. She didn't usually touch them herself--her ex had done it for her, and though she'd liked it well enough it was more for him than her--but the need coursing through her body made the stimulation practically a necessity.

After a few moments the horse returned to its grazing, and though it had lost interest in her brief scent the fragrance still had an effect on his body. Amelie stared, her masturbation temporarily halting as a cockhead the size around of her wrist emerged from his sheath. Her breath caught in her throat as it kept coming, inch after inch of thick and thickening horsemeat. It was all pitch black, no patches of mottled pink or white, yet somehow that made it all the more elegant as it revealed herself. It wasn't fully erect, not yet, instead hanging down so low for a moment she thought it was heading for the ground. In reality it stopped just below his knees, but she got the feeling his cock was simply being modest, hiding the rest from her view. And she wanted to see it all.

With a quick glance around the field, and following a brief argument with herself concerning what the hell she was about to do (which she promptly cast aside), Amelie removed her paws from her body and leant forward with shaking arms. His cock was truly enormous, longer than her arm from shoulder to paw with a cockhead now as big as her fist. It was a completely different shape to the canine cocks she was used to--broad and flared rather than tapered, the shaft just a little smaller than the head but a consistent thickness along. There was a prominent ring of cartilage at the middle--the medial ring, had they called it?--and she imagined watching it slide into the pussy of a mare in heat, nickering in delight as they fucked with bestial abandon. The image made her moan out loud and unable to help herself any longer she reached out to touch his cock. The horse nickered in surprise and pranced forward a few steps, and Amelie flinched and pushed herself back against the tree, but then the horse seemed to realise what was on the table and cautiously backed up a few paces to his original position in front of her. His cock bobbed with the movements, getting harder and harder right in front of her, and they both glanced at each other. A moment seemed to pass, one of trust between a feral and a cognizant, and she slowly reached forward again. The horse's ear twitched when her paw met his thick, firm, hot cock, and she instantly feel in love with the feeling. Unlike a dog's cock, which was gloriously hard but never anything else, this enormous tool had just the right amount of give to it while still feeling impressively sturdy. Amelie ran a gentle paw over the long vein that flowed along its side, engorged like the cock itself with pumping blood, and then bumped over the ridge in the middle. She continued up to the dark folds of his sheath, and then used both paws to cup just one of his hefty balls. They were as heavy as they looked, and she fought the urge to lean in and press her lips against them. Instead she trailed back down, over the gorgeous length of his shaft and back to the mushroom-shaped flare of his head. She found her paw trail through a slick portion of fluid and saw the small hole in the center of his cock was slowly oozing precum, which ran over the edge before dripping to the grass beneath.

Even using both paws to stroke him she couldn't fully encircle his cock, and it grew harder beneath her soft pads as he finally grew to his full, erect majesty. An intoxicating musk emanated from it, enticing Amelie closer and closer until her muzzle was practically pressed against it. She licked her lips, her smooth canine tongue running over each soft lip before stretching out further, moving closer to the throbbing fuckmeat in front of her. She hovered over it for a few seconds, inhaling his equine scene, then planted a warm kiss right in the middle of his shaft. The stallion nickered and flicked his tail, and his cock bobbed hopefully in front of her. She grinned and did it again, and then again, planting her lips in little wet kisses up the length of his shaft. When she reached his head she had to move under him, and he stayed perfectly still as she cupped the edges of his flared head in her paws. She ran her tongue over his ridge, over each little bump and valley, all the while lapping up the thick drops of precum covering it. The horse gently nudged her muzzle with it, clearly wanting more, and she started licking harder, dragging hertongue along the length of his organ, back down to his sheath and then back up. Each time she went down she pushed her tongue into the folds of her sheath as the horse would nicker, shuddering at the intensity of the feeling. But she would stay there for only a few moments before retreating, dragging her smooth tongue along the veins and ridges of his beautiful cock. She'd given blowjobs plenty of times before--she was confident in saying she was, by now, quite the expert--and even though the stallion was such a different shape and size, the principles remained largely the same. And so the horse was held in equine heaven as the dingo kissed and suckled and wetly lapped his cock, up and down, up and down, before finally ending up at the two things she'd been eyeing from the start.

His heavy, swinging balls hung even lower than before, and were far too big to even consider fitting in her mouth. Instead she contented herself with licking along each smooth, hairless surface, occasionally suckling gently at each. The stallion's cock bobbed with each caress, occasionally slapping against his belly with a little shower of precum. Amelie let her teeth scrape gently along the surface of his balls as she sucked, lightly at first but harder as her excitement continued to grow. She could practically feel them churning, producing great pools of seed that she was desperate to taste. But she also wanted it to last, and so she drew back, pausing, breathing warm air over his big black balls. Cheekily she nipped at the tight skin but he didn't like that and swivelled his hips away, his cock light batting against the top of her head. She patted his flank as she returned to his shaft. 'Alright, alright, sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you...'

She licked her lips again, nervously. The flared head suddenly looked even bigger, and her jaw practically ached at the sight. This was so wrong, so dirty... but god, she was so wet. With a deep breath, she opened her maw as wide as it would go and planted it on his cock head. She made sure to wrap her lips around her teeth, providing a soft, warm hole for him to slide into, but at first she couldn't get it in. It pushed against her jaw, nudging for entry, and her mouth drooled as her tongue rasped against the underside of his cock. She made little whimpers and whines as she forced herself forward, determined to get it inside her, and with one final push her engulfed it, his head filling her muzzle completely. Her eyes watered as she sucked on it, his slick precum pooling in her maw before she noisily swallowed. A rumble of contentment emanated from her before she pulled away, letting the slide out with a splash of precum and saliva. She put a paw up and leant against his leg, taking in deep breaths of air and the stallion leant around and softy nipped her hair. She smiled and slowly stroked his cock, wetting this rest of his shaft with their fluids. Then she went again, opening her maw with her tongue greedily out. She savoured the taste as his cock fell on it, and she held his shaft in both paws as she pushed into it, letting it fill her maw once again. It was easier this time and she was able to stay down longer, sucking him in and pleasuring his sensitive organ with her tongue. When she pulled back it was only to take a breath, and long sticky strings kept them together until she popped back on.

She only held him with one paw now, the other returning to her pussy to satiate its aching desire. She worked her clit, giving herself every bit as much pleasure as she gave him, and when she started bobbing her head she felt his cock head advance toward her tight throat. She'd learned to supress her gag reflex somewhat, but even the biggest of the dogs she'd been with hadn't reached the back of her throat, and she gurgled a little as she bobbed down as far as she could before coming up for air again. The taste of his precum was like sweet wine to her, and the moment she left him her mouth felt bland. She lapped at his head, bringing forth more of his essence and letting it slide down her throat. Then she went again, sucking it in with even more ease. It felt like her maw was made for him, made to suck his huge, sweet cock. As she went further down she felt his flare expand slightly, rubbing against her throat as he finally reached the back of her mouth. She let herself get used to the feeling, pushing a few of her own digits into her pussy while her thumb kept rolling over her clit. If she'd been able to watch herself do this, she'd have seen a slight bulge in her jaw and neck which only grew bigger as she pushed more of him in. It was an incredible feeling; his cock stimulating every part of her throat as it slid deeper inside her. She couldn't breathe around it and her head was pounding, and she didn't even realise anything could feel this uniquely incredible, but then she was running out of air and had to pull back. She found that she could keep just the head of him in her mouth and breathe through her nose, and the warm air played against the wet meat of his member and sent sparks of pleasure through the horse's body. That way she didn't have to leave him, could just bob up for air before sliding back onto him, filling her throat with his cock.

She worried what kind of damage she was doing to herself as she felt her lips finally met that bump around the middle of his cock, the medial ring. Her head felt light, but she was sure it was mostly because of how deliriously turned on she felt. Her jaw ached, but nothing else felt out of place and that encouraged her to continue, go further, let the ring slide past her cheeks and into her throat. The bulge was at her chest now, between her boobs which jiggled as she bobbed up and down on it. A little further than that she seemed to reach a barrier, but there was so much inside her now that she was content to let off for a moment, get her breath back and play with his balls. The stallion was beginning to buck now, clearly coming close to orgasms, and Amelie grinned and licked her lips when his cockhead finally left her mouth with an audible pop. Precum was flowing almost constantly now, and strings of the stuff mixed with her drool kept them connected. She licked it up hungrily as she used both paws to kneed his balls, glory in their size and heft. The horse whinnied and neighed, and then suddenly he froze and immediately she dived back onto him, letting his huge cock slide into her mouth and down into its rightful position in her throat. She danced her tongue over the underside of his shaft, running her paws down her throat and chest, feeling the bulge. Then it jolted inside her and his balls bounced, and then her eyes widened and she let out a yelp of surprise around him as he suddenly thrust into her, pushing his cock as far into her as physically possible. God, she'd never felt so full in her life. His taste, his smell, the feeling of his meat so deep inside her, it filled her very being. His balls smacked against her chin and all she could see was the blackness of his sheath and the short brown fur of his belly, and then he was cumming. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot, sticky horse cum jetted straight into her belly. She'd expected a tidal wave, but she got a tsunami, her stomach filling as seed swirled and pulsed from his balls, down his mighty cock and deep into her body. Her moans turned to gurgles as it came and came, and he kept pushing into her even as she tried to pull off. Sweat dripped from her forehead into her eyes, stinging as she desperately gulped it all down. There was so much it quickly overfilled her stomach, making it bulge slightly as the rest filled her mouth and poured out of her nose. Her vision started to blur but just in time the stallion finally let up, stepped back and letting his cock slide out of her gaping maw. A tide of cum, spit and sweat poured over her body, coating her breasts and sliding over her belly and down between the lips of her drooling cunt before pooling onto the grass. She coughed up more of the stuff and fell forward onto her forearms, gasping for air. The stallion looked at her in concern, but though she couldn't get a word in edgeways her tail was wagging enthusiastically, unable to comprehend what had just happened but so very proud of her anyway.

It took several minutes for her throat to completely clear itself of his thick seed, but when it did she wiped her mouth and turned around, laying in the grass on her back. The stallion nipped her ear tenderly, his ears flicking in thanks, and she gently brushed the side of his cheek. 'Jeez, you came like a horse', she giggled weakly, running a paw over her belly. It wasn't exactly huge, but there was a noticeable bump where the horse's cum was still swirling around inside her. She was pretty sure she could hear it slosh when she wiggled. 'That was certainly a new experience. I bet it was for you too, huh? Ever had an anthro girl suck you off?'

She knew he couldn't understand her, not completely, but he seemed to know enough to stay with her. His cock slowly receded into its sheathe and she was a little sad to see it go, but now that she knew where he spent his days she decided it wasn't the last she would see of it. She'd stay away from dating for a bit, let herself enjoy the time of focus on herself... but she had needs, dammit, and she needed someone that would come with any strings attached. Amelie rubbed her jaw as she looked into the stallion's eyes. 'Sure, didn't exactly think it'd be a big ol' feral horse', she murmured to him. 'But I can't deny that cock of yours hits the spot. Or... multiple spots.'

She ran a finger lightly over her pussy again. She'd orgasmed just from choking on his equine seed--it really had been too long. But next time... well, next time maybe they could try something different. She'd need to do a little practice at home thought first. 'What do you reckon, big guy?' she asked him with a coy smile. 'Reckon you can fuck a pussy as well as you fucked my throat?' He snorted and nipped at the grass and she laughed. 'Yes, fine, I'll bring you some oats. But not until after you ravage me, deal?'

The horse snorted again and she grinned, lying back to let the cum in her belly slowly digest away.