A Lady's Embrace

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Fun with the Mare at the Barn

Sasha moaned, pinned to the side of the barn by the other rider, though the equestrian facilities were the furthest thing from the mind of the two anthros at that moment. All the black Labrador knew was that it felt good to have the strong mare's lips on her neck, tracing a line up to her jaw, her tail wagging furiously against the wooden boards of the barn.

"Mmm," Amy grunted against Sasha's throat, the horse and the dog close together, chests against one another, though, somehow, the mare managed to be taller, stronger, more dominating. "I love when you moan like that... That's so cute."

The dog didn't know whether it was cute or not, turning her head back and forth in the evening sunshine, though the sun was already dipping towards the horizon in a golden-orange glow. It almost didn't matter what Amy had to say, especially when she had been practically mooning over the grey roan mare for weeks on end, keeping an eye on her out of the corner of her eye, simply because she liked watching the mare work. There was nothing hotter, at least to her, than a lady with a good bit of muscle on her, someone strong and physically capable, who hauled around bales of hay and straw and bags of feed like they were nothing at all to her.

Sasha, on the other hand, her dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail that was swiftly becoming messier and messier, well...she was not the most physically capable. It wasn't her fault, not exactly, just something that had happened over the years, an injury to her arm that had rendered that side always weaker than the other. When she'd gone to the doctor about it, they'd just told her not to use that arm as much, not to do what hurt, and physio hadn't helped all that much when she couldn't afford or justify the number and cost of appointments to herself.

Maybe that was why she had gravitated towards the strong mare, in that case, like a moth to the flame. Yet Sasha would not get burned by Amy, no, not as Amy drew her into her arms, the dog melting into her touch as if she had always been meant to be there. It was a strange sort of feeling, knowing that she could be taken care of, protected, but there was something even more tantalising sparking and fizzing in the air between them.

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Lust. Oh, how she had missed that. Perhaps it was the dry spell or perhaps it was the fact that the mare wanted her too, that Amy ticked all the right boxes for her, making her heart pound, but Sasha found that she didn't care anymore.

Not as Amy's lips found hers, closing over them, kissing her deeply, a powerful, thick tongue invading her mouth as if the mare already thought that she owned it. There was no claim to be made there when the claim had already been struck, Sasha's legs weak even as the equine drew her in against her.

Amy handled her as easily as she might a nervous horse, for that was their work there at the stables, even though Sasha was more on the lesson-giving side of classical horse training. In the warmth of the summer air, they had all the time in the world, or so it seemed, as Amy pulled her into the back of the barn, through a smaller door, back behind the stacked bales of towering, sweet, green hay. No one would find them back there, even if it would end up being quite a challenge for the two of them to remain quiet...

They tumbled back at the side of the stack onto a soft bed of hay, though it would surely scratch them lightly as they moaned against one another, clothes swiftly falling aside. Amy took the lead, just as Sasha, without even realising that that was where her fantasies were taking her, had hoped she would. It was not that she wanted to be a passive partner at all, but with her shirt off and one bra strap sliding down her shoulder, the slimness of her waist accentuated by the jodhpurs that were still on her body, it was only natural for the canine to allow her arms to be pinned up behind her head.

"Ohhh..."

"Oh, that was a special moan," Amy murmured huskily, the mare nipping at her neck, her own shirt open where the buttons had come undone, her jeans loosened too with the belt hanging free. "Do it again for me, darling."

Sasha could not help but obey, especially as Amy's lips trailed down from her neck, holding onto her arms for as long as possible, nuzzling into her breasts. Sasha trembled, though Amy had to free her arms to tug her bra aside, the dog lifting from the bales for just long enough to unclasp her bra at the back.

Amy took charge, shrugging out of her shirt and bra as if she was desperate for the canine too - a desperation that, on a mare who knew what she wanted, was especially sexy. Her jeans slid down her hips a little more, revealing a pair of ladies-type short underwear, framing her thickly muscled thighs. But she was more interested in Sasha, clearly, easing down her jodhpurs and then peeling the tight, stretchy fabric away from the dog's shapely legs, soft and pliable under her fingertips. There was enough muscle there for Sasha to be fit enough to give her riding lessons daily, and of course ride too, but she had a lighter touch with most in life. Brute force was not something that Sasha generally took on for herself.

But that felt like it was okay with the mare, her underwear revealed, socks coming off too, though she could not quite remember at what point she kicked off her jodhpur boots. All she knew was that it felt good, so very good, to have Amy kissing down her stomach, planting those firm, hard kisses, trailing a path all the way down between her legs.

"Mmm..."

She didn't know what to say, hardly even knew what to do, though rocking her hips up against the mare seemed to be the most natural thing for her. Amy, with an unprecedented kind of hunger, dove between her legs, hungrily lapping, slurping, though it was still only over the dog's underwear, the soft layer of cotton, a more functional rather than pretty pair of underwear, doing nothing at all to protect her from the onslaught of the equine's tongue.

The underwear, however, did not last all that long, Amy dragging it down Sasha's legs, though neither would realise just how rough she had been in yanking it off the dog's body until later, when they were found ripped on the floor of the hay barn. Walking back to her car and the drive home, undoubtedly, proved to be interesting going with no underwear - going commando, as they said. But that wasn't a concern, not as the mare's hot, wet, fleshy tongue finally brushed her folds, sweeping all other thoughts from her mind.

"Shush... Darling, you've got to be quiet."

Sasha had not even realised that she was being loud, if she was honest, because everything was just coming together in a way that she didn't even feel in control of her body. She didn't have to be either, not with Amy to take care of her, though the dog dimly hoped that she would be able to please her too. Against the mare, she felt woefully small and inexperienced.

But Amy lapped between her legs with all the skill and experience for both. Her tongue swept between the dog's folds, spreading them lightly apart, though there was more still to come, a rise of pleasure unlike anything that Sasha could have honestly claimed to have felt before. Maybe she had had such a thing with other partners, but, well, it had been a while - and that was fine too.

Her fingers found the mare's mane, twining through it, stroking, rubbing her neck, moaning aloud. She just couldn't keep herself quiet as the pleasure mounted for her, sweeping through, a pulse and a grind of lust making her bear her bare hind paws down into the floor, pressing up against Amy with raw need. She could hardly believe how much she needed it, but the mare handled her expertly, tongue swirling around her clit, suckling it softly between her lips, testing what the canine was ready for.

And Sasha could handle, so it seemed, far more than she had originally anticipated. She bucked and ground, letting go into lust, unconsciously dragging the mare's head even closer between her thighs. She closed them gently around the horse's head, though she didn't want to press down too hard, still retaining some control of herself, even then - enough to know that she didn't want to hurt Amy by being too rough with her.

And yet being rough with Amy would never hurt her, for the mare was so much stronger than her, pressing even more urgently between her thighs as she lapped and slurped, her tongue worming its way into the dog's entrance and twisting around. The nerve endings at the entrance to her pussy were the most sensitive, stars erupting across Sasha's vision, though the rise and pump of her hips told the tale that her suddenly shuddering chest did not. She couldn't get any words to pass her lips, not even then, panting and heaving, struggling to drag all the air she possibly could into her lungs.

The mare moaned against her, though splayed a paw out across her hip, bidding her to relax, to stay still, though she had no intention at all of not giving Sasha what she wanted. The dog relaxed back a little, though the tongue swirling around inside her, pressing in deeply enough to find her G-spot, did wonderful things to her. It was like no other pleasure that she had ever experienced before, humping up against the mare's muzzle, those soft, velvety lips. Oh, she had never had a caress like that before, not quite like that, soft lips pulling at her folds, nipping very faintly and suckling more tenderly. Instinctively, the mare seemed to know exactly what it was that the dog wanted and needed at any given time. Truthfully, it was just that Amy was that good at reading the body of another, even in a moment like that when her arousal was mounting.

"Ah... Ohhh..."

"Mmm, quiet, sweet, we'll get caught..." Amy murmured into her sex, barely audible. "Oh, but you taste so good..."

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