Cat in the Stables
Felicia (From Darkstalkers) enjoying a horse and the horse's caretaker.
Written as a quick piece of smut for a good friend!
Felicia hums to herself, crouched amidst the stable-line, nothing but her tail peaking above the stall. She was hiding, but she also wasn't- There was no consequence if she was seen there by the stablehand, not even to her, her discretion made entirely with the hopes that she wouldn't have to pause and explain what she was doing to the young taur that cared for horses so well.
It wasn't even that the explanation would be all that difficult- There were only so many ways to explain dragging a wooden-planked bench with a blanket tossed over the rough wood beneath a stallion. And all of them were well within her rights, given how she was a practical co-owner of the mansion and all that was attached to it, the stables included. And sure, there might be some pesky laws against this or that in relation to a girl and some feral horses, but there was no real harm being done, right? She liked it. They certainly liked it. And the police officers that may or may not get involved would much rather have the cat than the case. Everyone wins.
She was quick to work up the horse, a plain white stallion with black socks and a wispy muzzle tint, like he'd just run through smoke and fire. Felicia could feel the fire in his balls, as she hoisted herself onto the bench, careful not to brush and possibly startle the stud. He frisked, but he was used enough to actions similar to this- Maybe even these precise ones, the feline never really payed attention to which stalls she visited. She started on her back, whispering little coos and sweet reassurances that seemed to do a well enough job at calming the tall-hoofed lad, her arms reaching down to cup at the bare, floppy sheath that held such sweet rewards, while her back paws lifted to cup at his balls. Kneading into the smooth, leathery orbs with a gentle vigor, the feline maximizing her flexibility by leaning in and grasping that blunted tip with her lips, smothering the sharp tasting opening with tongue and saliva, working him in every way she could together- Even letting her tail rise and tickle up at his loins from behind.
It wasn't long before the Stallion began to grow erect- Even if the chemical sensation wasn't there, few animals could resist physical stimulation for very long, she knew. Horses in particular were a bit slow to start up, but they really got intense when they got going. She could feel his girth pulsing under her paws, starting to slowly edge its way down her forearms, the girl closing her wrists so he wouldn't be too harshly exposed to the cool stable air- And so she could keep it well guided against her lips.
Kiss after kiss came down, her tongue swirling off of the taper and focusing around the edge, never going more than a few inches deep- Namely because she didn't have any time for it. Her footpaws gripped more tightly at his balls, squeezing them in and containing the thrust his legs had bunched up to perform. His length starting to swell in girth as well as length, leaving her to hastily pull him back, his bare blunted head bobbing along her belly, until she crammed it in against her slit, just in time for him to thrust again.
She groaned, feeling how he split through her body. That head feeling a great deal thicker going in than it had resting out. It always did, the smooth grains catching against her more delicate flesh, at least until the skin was saturated over with her slick excitement, or where gobs of saliva leaked on back. She clenched inwards with her knees, using it as a vice to keep him from going too deep, but he was worked up now for certain. His entire body jostling as it thrust, making her jerk and wince as his swelling cockhead drove in deep, the smallest bulge forming against her belly, vanishing as quickly as it formed as they both evened out. She shifted herself, laying more flat, lifting her hips up, dropping her legs from his balls and planting them on the benches legs, propping herself up so he'd have smooth passage.
His thrusts were rough, enough that she had to yowl out before coming to her senses, so many inches burying down in that she couldn't tell how much was inside, her belly swarming with a mix of warmth and pleasure, his head flattened against her cervix core. He was too large to breach it, but she could feel the edges of his flare, expanding and thickening by the second, his thrusts growing more desperate, more frantic, while the entirety of his shaft pulsed. A ripple from his body, and he was cumming into her hard, jets of seed so thick and copious blasting straight into her womb, punching through her core like he'd grown a second cock, the liquid seed coming out just that hard no matter how quickly it devolved into drenching her lions and flooding her through.
She was panting heavily, a purr she thought was soft, but in reality was far heartier than she realized reverberating down her chest, slumping some but still held up a few inches by the sheer fat girth of the flare. The stallion was panting too, having experienced something far better than the usual hands and tools he was used to milking him, thrusts ceased though his hooves were stepping in places, frisking that little bit with a sense of overstimulation now that he'd come. Or maybe he wanted more? He was softening up, but horses were quick to do that after releasing that heavily.
Felicia couldn't think on it too long- Looking up, she saw the Taur's shocked face looking back down upon her. He was a simple man, plain horns and simple fur, barrel chest even if it was slender with youth. She only knew he was an adult because he worked there- Otherwise his size might leave her to believe him a child of his species, being only the size of an adult human male. Bare chested, his slacks did little to hide the arousal he held over what he saw- The fabric was taut, thick enough it wouldn't be bursting, but he had to be uncomfortable like that.
He was speechless as Felicia wriggled her way out from beneath the stallion, wincing some at he near-pressurize tug his flare still held, but it came free with a wet slopping plop, cum gushing down over the blanket like her vagina had been a bucket that was just emptied out. She slipped off of the bench, falling and rolling in the same motion, and crouched down on all fours, her paws making a sopping sound as a back foot struck a puddle of the seed that had been created.
Quickly, she 'tackled' her way against the Taur, who made a startle yelping sound, stumbling back far more harshly than the weight she'd put in, his hips thumping into the wood and making him slump as she pulled at his pants. He was sitting by the time she'd gotten them enough out of the way to bare his cock to her- Longer than the stallion's, less loose skin surrounding the sheath, it held a more slender quality to it, letting her arms cradle it quite well.
"Miss, what are you..." She silenced him with a flick of the tail, neither of them seeming to mind the way the droplets of stallion cum slapped over his cheek, the fuzzy length half-drenched but seeming to have the intended arousing effect as it stroked down his cheek. She just purred at him, placing a foot over either of his ankles and turning away from him, letting her rear drop down to straddle his girth, cupping the tip with both hands. She leaned on back, and he leaned in, though his arms didn't move, looking too afraid and too nervous to move them, to touch her with them. That was fine. She just needed to lift herself up anyways, to squeeze the already flaring tip into her cunt, his eyes wincing some- And she couldn't say if she were being too rough, or if he was being too eager. With gobs of stallion cum drooling down over his head, running in slick rivulets to his fur, she figured she'd be well lubed enough it wouldn't matter. Letting her hips fall when his head was wedged up inside, the passage of his shaft along her tender flesh straightening out everything that needed to be straightened. The lad made a desperate whimper, and Felicia resumed her purr.
She didn't ride him in full- she didn't want him to blow his load immediately. Instead, she just kept lowering her hips, using her thighs as a guide to bring him back up to her pre-battered cervix. He was squashed in, her hips squatted over him and while she couldn't say for certain, she was fairly certain he had started to cum, at least a few errant splashes. His breath was ragged, and his body convulsed with an excited energy. The feline was torn between a desire to bring him relief and to savor the reaction- And so she decided to tease him some more, see if she could bring him to release without any more action between them.
With her soaked tail wrapping around his neck, drawing his gaze forward, she whistled the stallion over, who was shuffling over the blanket, cock still at half-mast. The feral animal stepped forward readily, knowing a command when he heard it, and with fingers against his chin, she guided him to stand sideways beside her. He stepped forward like knowing what she wanted, or wanting her to deal with the mess of his length- She grasped it immediately, and the taur lad gasped from beneath her, his hips bobbing slightly, shaft pulsing and flexing as she just hugged into the Stallion's member. Stroking it, kneading it with her breasts, using her tongue to wipe off the bit of splash back that had touched the base of the cock as well as his balls.
Stroking. Wiping. Kneading. She knew she was bobbing along the lad's cock a little, but that was fine- Everyone was having fun here. The stallion's length kept flexing, his hooves stamping about, and she managed to hoist him up just as he released another wet spurt right against her chest, the cum flowing off her skin and dripping from the teats along her breasts, flowing down the rest of her body and even dripping off onto the taur. He was panting lustfully, his body tense like desperate to resist, but she just kept on bouncing, kept on stroking. It wasn't long before he came, his seed thicker than the stallion's, gooey, splattering along her inner walls and caking over them, though it came out in nearly the same volume. He let off a massive sigh as he released himself, slumping on back while Felicia leaned forwards, grinning like a fool and working on licking the stallion clean.