Misha's Non-Canon End
_ WARNING: Involves involuntary, accidental snuff. Read at your own risk! _
I had a few ideas for some extra shorts about Misha, this is just one of them. Don't worry, this is purely non-canon. He still lives a long and happy life as Savanna's pet.
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Misha sat obediently in the middle of the stranger's bedroom, tail slowly swishing along the ground. He watched the horse across the room as she fidgeted awkwardly in place - she was a tall, broad roan. She was attractive in an imposing way: even if his harness was removed so he could stand on his hind legs she would have towered over him, and her eyes naturally settled into a severe expression that made it look like she was staring right through you.
Right now though, the juxtaposition of her appearance and her behavior made her seem more cute than anything. She was obviously nervous, trying to figure out how to proceed. Misha just lazily scanned the room, giving her time. Savanna had given him over to her friends like this numerous times before, and he was used to a wide range of approaches before they inevitably used him however they saw fit - though to be honest, it was rare to be given to a woman.
The horse cleared her throat and stepped closer to him. Misha tilted his head to the side to look up at her as she loomed, and she fidgeted again with the hem of her long skirt. "I-I've... never done it with an animal before," she murmured in a deep voice. Misha didn't respond, except to wag his tail a bit more as a small reassurance. Savanna must have told her he was just a common feral. That was fine with him, he knew the role well.
The horse cleared her throat again. "Savanna tells me you're good though, and that a lot of others do this, so..." She buried her face in her hands, embarrassed. "What am I doing, talking to a dog? Am I really going to do this?"
Misha inched a little closer and bumped his nose against her knee. She twitched at the unexpected touch, then looked down at his expectant face. She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay, boy," she said, hooking her thumbs into her skirt and slowly pulling down. "Okay, let's do this."
Misha waited patiently as she built up the nerve, then felt his jaw slowly going slack as she dropped her skirt and revealed a thick, mottled rod nestled between her legs. Her tight panties and flowing skirt had hidden it well, but wouldn't have hidden it for much longer. It was slowly growing harder, engorging with every pulse of the horse's heart, and soon it was lifting above Misha's head.
He stared up at the massive cock above him, thankful for all the size training Savanna had put him through over the years. The horse reached a hand down to her shaft and gave it a gentle bob, brushing it against his upturned nose and filling his nostrils with her potent scent. She had her face buried in one hand again, but said, "Well? Aren't you going to get started?"
Misha swallowed in nervous anticipation, then leaned up and gave the underside of her long shaft the warmest, wettest lick he could manage. She gasped and shivered at the sensation, pushing her cock down to give him better access. Misha dutifully went to work, bathing the massive horsecock with his tongue. He knew from experience where most horses preferred the attention, so he gave special care to wrap his tongue around her medial ring occasionally. She was soon dripping a steady stream of thin precum over his head and the back of his neck.
"Oh, god. Good boy," she shuddered and panted. "Savanna was right, you're-" she moaned loudly as he gave her a long, slow lick over her dripping head.
The horse reached a hand down to his head, gently holding it in place, and used her other hand to hold the tip of her shaft right in front of his muzzle. A small pulse of precum sprayed across the top of his nose, and he reflexively licked it off. "Your tongue is good, but can you...?"
Misha obediently opened his mouth as wide as he could, and pressed forward against the horse's hand to take her flared head into his mouth. She sighed huskily, and moved her hand to the top of his head, smearing precum along his fur. "Holy shit," she mumbled, pulling him along her cock as she slowly pressed her hips forward.
Misha closed his eyes, trying to keep his breathing even as he focused on keeping his teeth away from her shaft. Her medial ring just slipped past his lips when he felt her broad head bump against his throat. She was not the biggest he had ever taken, but she was definitely up there.
He opened his eyes and looked up, meeting her gaze. "Wow," she said, sounding half-dazed. She rolled her hips, enjoying the feeling of being half-enveloped. "Good boy."
Misha smirked around the thick cock. She hadn't seen anything yet. He took a deep breath, then pressed forward again, watching her reaction. She went wide-eyed, mouth open in a silent moan as the pressure increased against her sensitive tip.
Misha relaxed his throat muscles and shifted his shoulders to open up as wide as possible. "Wait-" the horse started to say, and then groaned aloud as her tip popped into his throat and slid deeper. Misha felt his throat stretching around the girth, blocking his airflow. Still he pressed further forward, taking the stunned horse even deeper, until his nose bumped right up against soft crotch. He could feel the tip of her cock somewhere below his collarbone, practically in his stomach. Every one of her heartbeats sent an intimate thrum along the inside of his neck.
He continued to stare up at her dumbfounded expression, and then she closed her eyes and sighed, rubbing between his ears. "Holy shit," she said again shakily.
Satisfied, Misha slowly drew back. There was a quiet squelch as the flared tip left his throat, and he paused a moment to catch his breath again. Then, he started bobbing along the thick horsecock. He spent some time just focusing on the front half that he could easily take into his muzzle, and then he pressed forward, deep-throating the entire length until he needed to come up for air again. He set up a rhythm of shallow and deep sucking, while the horse moaned and squealed in pleasure over him.
Eventually, after pulling her from his throat one more time, Misha paused and looked up at her. The horse looked down at him questioningly, cock still half-buried in his mouth. Then, as comprehension dawned, she bit her lip and grabbed his head with both hands. She started off slow, driving her cock back and forth to get a feel for it, but quickly picked up the pace and was soon panting as she pistoned into his mouth. Misha took a deep breath, and she took the invitation to shove her cock all the way down his throat and fuck his face in earnest. After several strokes, she pulled out again, allowing him to catch his breath while she fucked his muzzle.
Misha felt himself slip into a kind of trance, a familiar rut-fueled state he often entered while being used. He was merely an object of someone else's pleasure, all he needed to do was react to their desires.
"Oh, god," the horse moaned. "It's been so long since I could fuck someone's mouth like this. Men never let me do this to them."
The horse's thrusts grew faster, and Misha stared up at her. She looked completely enraptured, but showed no signs that she was close to orgasm. She had already been going longer than most of the men he serviced, and his throat was starting to get sore from the eager fucking she was delivering.
She tightened her grip on his ears and pulled him close, once more shoving her entire length down his throat as she fucked him with abandon. Finally, she started to whine, and her thrusts grew more desperate. "Oh, god, please..." she pleaded. "Stupid hormones, just let me cum!"
She fucked deeper and deeper into his throat, pulling him tighter than ever as she rammed her cock into his face. He could feel her medial ring popping in and out of his throat. Still, she couldn't seem to get over the edge.
She started to pull back to allow him to breath, but Misha had gotten a large breath and knew he could hold out a while longer - the ordeal was starting to take its toll on him, and he figured the best chance to get her off would be while he was deepthroating her. When she tried to pull out of his throat, he pushed his head forward and locked eyes with her. She hesitated for only a second, then plunged back in, wrapping her hands around the back of his head and driving into him as fast as she could.
Her panting and moans slowly grew more irregular, and Misha finally recognized the telltale signs of her impending release. "Do you want my cum, boy?" she gasped out, losing herself in her wild rutting. "Do you want me to cum straight down your throat you fucking slutty puppy?"
Misha squeezed his eyes shut. His lungs were starting to ache almost as much as his throat, but he was almost as desperate as the horse was to get her off. She kept pounding her rod straight down his throat, keeping up her dirty talk. "Take it all," she moaned, as he did just that. "You love my cock in your throat."
Misha's vision started to swim. Wasn't she going to cum? He started to squirm involuntarily, and his throat spasmed as his body tried to demand that he take his breath.
"Oh, fuck," the horse panted, holding his face firmly in place. "Fuck that's good, keep that up slut."
He wasn't doing it on purpose! His eyes started to bulge, and he tried to catch the horse's attention, but she had her eyes closed, completely lost in the orgasm that was slowly building up inside her. He continued to squirm, tried to pull away, but the harness he was wearing made it difficult to gain leverage, and the horse was far stronger than him.
"Oh god, yes, yes!" She was screaming now, completely oblivious to his plight. He could feel the muscles in his throat rippling wildly in protest, but it only served to heighten her pleasure as her thrusts grew shorter and more rapid.
His squirming slowly abated, but the horse didn't pay any attention. "Fuck! Yes! Take it!" she cried. She shoved her cock as deep as she possibly could, meeting little resistance now. Distantly, beyond the desperate burning in his lungs, Misha could feel a growing pressure somewhere at the top of his ribcage as the horse's cock flared wide - the last thing he felt before blackness fell over him was a hot spray of horse cum almost directly into his stomach. His body went limp, but the horse kept his head held in place as she shivered and rocked through her mind-numbing orgasm.
After a while, she recovered from her climax, breathing heavily. "That was fucking amazing. When I told Savanna I had trouble getting off these days she said she might know a way to help, but I didn't expect it would be that good." She looked down at the neutered mutt still wrapped around her cock. "Maybe I should get a dog, too."
She released her grip on Misha's head, and his mouth slid off of her cock limply as he slumped lifelessly to the ground. The horse froze, then gently nudged him with a foot.
"Puppy...? Oh, shit. Well, she did say I could do anything I wanted, I hope she meant it..."