In Mare We Lust
I remember a time late August or June. Or perhaps it was much too soon. But I definitely know it happened at a farm. Yes, I trespassed-what could be the harm? It was during the night that I chose to sneak in. But I was not alone in the conduct of my sin...
She had a white color with sapphire eyes. She filled me with fright enough I thought I could die. Oh, the gleam of chaos glistened well. And they did not mask this sudden hell. Her demand was absolute in a tone that was rigid. The very ice of her gaze I thought to be frigid. And enough to myself, I though I was caught. But I did not realize her lesson to be taught.
With Jodhpur pants tight on her legs. Wearing a whip that could make me beg. Her lovely silver tail braided straight down. Her well muscled hips proved she'd been well around. Like abandon in despair. Any escape I don't dare. Her motions were quite angry. By that look, I'd thought she'd hang me!
Truth be told, I'd come here late. Not to steal, but instead to mate. I loved me a mare this manager kept. A non-anthro beauty for which I so wept. I had been stunned by any number of girls. But lately all they did for me was make me hurl. What is wrong with loving a horse? In good time I'd yiff one, of course.
"What can you be doing in my barn late tonight. I see nothing valid to this mischief that's right. You are in a heap of a mess. So I advise that you confess."
Oh, it was awkward, being caught by her. Fucking the horses of an upright mare fur. The strange story could persist, and I could lie quite a yarn. After all if I told the truth, I'd be in even more harm. A half-truth might be best, in this situation dire. Else if I fuck it up, my ass is on the fire!
"Well, you see; I thought I'd see myself. Whether you care and keep them all in good health. Search my person, search my body, you'll find naught. My clothes on my back are all that I got."
She stroked her chin and she puzzled that out. Then she laughed hard in a great raucous amount. I suppose my words entertain her in jest. But I did not realize with whom I just messed.
"You think you're so plain. In the things you do explain. But I judge so easy, the lie on your face. Please human; the real reason why your in my place."
Well, her responses left me flustered. Those were the best lies which I could have mustered. It had left me in a sag. These lame ass lies made me gag. What could I say to her to make her understand. What could there be in me to trespass on her land. What could tip her favour, make this all go away. But the more I thought about the less this was my day.
"Do you see, well over there? My reason I'm here, is for that mare. You do not realize a man of true worth. This has been a day of some awkward mirth. I trespass on your land. Let my words tip your hand. The truth for being here. You'd laugh, I do so fear. But in that well-kept stall. I love her heart and all. Like the air I breathe. Please don't ask I leave. I gladly live for her. Leave us as we were."
I do not know what it was I said. But whatever it could have been; I wish I were dead. Her eyes held an enigmatic glance. Which made me want to squirm and dance. She held them on me for a time. As I regretted my so-called crime. Before her lips parted, and she did speak. Strange harsh words which would make me weak.
"You dumb bastard, your arrogant words. They are the stupidest which I ever heard. You think you know love by what you feel. But I know different; love you can't steal. My mare you love, she doesn't return. Her heat is temporary, you'd best have learned. And this visit, I see you, what a waste. If you were mine, I'd gladly want a taste."
Stranger still, go the echoes so deep. The way she had phrased that gave me the creeps. She knew by me, I'd come to bother. The way she was about it, though, like an applauder. So if she proved to desire me instead. Coy, I so was, my cheeks so red.
"I'd be more at ease, if I'd never been found. You look like you want me all bound. With that look on your face, you'd hunt me all day. With that smile on your lips, what could I say?"
And she went to me, shedding her coat. And by her eyes, I was the object she dote. Coming to my side, bearing her chest. Out did jiggle a fine pair of breasts. Each was silky with a white layer like snow. Thick as fleece, and as soft as a doe. I think I profess, I did not give up girls. No, if I did, her breasts wouldn't leave my lip curled!
"You think that you like my kin enough? Then satisfy yourself on my velvety fluff! I am a mare built for one thing. A kindly horny creature just begging for a ring! Take me to the stud, and share all that is. Don't stop with your eyes, come give me the biz!"
I must admit she had me stunned. With her bazookas, I was outgunned. I crept close, her breath crept near. Until I suddenly had my little friend appear! Oh, it was ample, but not worthy of praise. But it called out and desired her flesh for the day. I had forgotten all of my tact. A sudden snap around my neck make me come to that fact.
So distracted for her beauty, thinking with my dick. I'd never seen her plan, or the direction of her trick. She had out-thought one horny guy. So, this was the beginning of my day gone awry.
She smiles, and she winks, and she strips down. A red leather bodysuit covered her mound. Her sheer white stockings, I felt were quite shocking. And her breasts were zipped back in. She was the yang to my yin. Or was that the reverse? Her control left me terse.
Then she took it off her belt. The whip made of more than felt. I knew it would really hurt. But she tossed it away, with a bow quite curt. What a lady this mare was. I thought I was safe because: her big scary whip was gone. But that was sooner than I could bet on. Instead she returned with a gag like a bit. She shoved it all in hard, now covered in spit. I could neither talk not terry to her frame. Yet it was easy, to see the direction of her game.
"If a horse you love, then a horse you shall be. A rather scrawny stallion, but you'll do, we'll see. I think this will be fun, to control you this way. The only question is; how long will you stay? By your muteness I'll gladly choose. You don't have much of a life to lose. Everyday working is hardly a life. This will be much easier; let me remove all that strife."
Thus she handcuffed my hands behind my back. And over my face she threw a burlap sack. Leading me blind along the corridor. Brisk at my side, like I were her whore.
"On little stallion, the fancy is near. Come, please-don't struggle, I'll hold you so dear. I will own you, and cherish you, and love you so. Besides, my captive stud, where is there to go? Anything in your old life to see? Forget that, and leave everything to me!"
And as she led me, with her crop tapping my feet. She made me step lightly, each leg lifted neat. Like a prissy round of dressage on the move. With clicks of her tongue and words meant to soothe.
"Onward, little stallion; pick those up nice. Your every movement makes me shiver like ice. You do me no justice, in the way that you stamp. Indeed, instead, you make me all damp."
I heard her leather crinkle; a zip of her cloth. A sudden whine as the fabric did cough. Straining my ears revealed with surprise. The squishing noises coming right from her thighs. I wonder where she led me; heaven or hell. But despite all my efforts, it was too soon to tell.
With a tap on my heels and a command of her voice. I knew all this dressage gave the stallion no choice. Every minute we walked, every time she talked. Each second in the dark, her intentions come with a bark.
"I'll strip you down, pony, until you lay bare. Off with your clothes, exposed to the air!"
She tore off my clothes and she left me quite nude. Then she made noises which I found very rude. With a laugh of her chest. I was at ill-rest. Standing there shivering still ever blind. But she was apathetic and truly unkind.
"Haha! How miserable the fool! Think with your dick; you'll be my tool!"
She slapped me on the ass with the flat of her palm. But in contrast, she begged I stay calm. My nose did smell a fragrant mist. It made me hard, and I would gladly insist. But her tongue licked along the length of my shaft. Before she began to tease me and laughed.
"Hey, little bitch, do you desire me, now? Well, don't you worry; I'll milk you like a cow!"
And to my shock, that was no bluff. She then put a device over my stuff! It sucked and it sucked, and it never ceased. All it did forever on my penis was please. On went the motor, on hissed the air. I stood there naked, not seeming to care. I merely closed my eyes and drooled in the sack. And thrusted in the cup with pumps of my back. But the greatest pleasure, it nearly made me fall-I felt wide lips begin to nibble on my balls!
"My stud likes all this, with the machine going fast. After your done, I'm gonna take you in the ass!"
Of, course I was too busy, and so I never heard. But her lubed fingers in my ass were pecking like a bird. Oooh, she tempted all my seed out, her fingers on my nut. Rubbing hard on my prostate through the walls of my butt. And I felt it building, so I shot my load. But she spasmed me twice, further milking the node. I did not know how much the machine could have sucked. Nor inclined to care was I, as the hose still fucked. Oh, so raw was my dick, so sensitive the head. If I weren't blind, I'd guess it were red.
"Hmmm. I like a stud who outdoes my guess. I admit shyly, for human, you're my best. No stud I know can come that much. I guess I really have a...special touch. On bulls I love to milk their rear. But when he comes, all better stay clear!"
Of course with the gag, I could not reply. She gave me such pleasure, I could almost die. So tender were her hands as they stroked all my parts. Could it truly come to be, that we'd share our hearts? I never though being a horse could ever feel so great. All my mind ever wanted was one for a mate. But the mare, with her skill proved. My assessment all wrong, my new lust quite behooved.
"Wonderful little man, you truly are a stud. Now for a shower, with plenty of suds!"
She tore off the mask, and led me about. Facing me was a hose running full out. Out on my skin, the water was hard. If I knew any better, my pride might be marred. She giggled and she laughed, but in no way was cruel. For once in the night, rather than horny, I was cool. Along my hide the water did pound. And she laughed and laughed as my hair got drenched down. Over my eyes it came like a pony. Ridiculous as a slave or her crony.
"How shaggy you are!" She laughed with much fuss. Before straightening out with two words for a cuss.
She cut the spray, coming to me. Parting the hair so that I could see. In one hand, there was a bottle. As she kissed and hugged, in affectionate coddle. On the container, the label was clear. Mane n' tail; stuff for horses, I fear.
"Lovely one, cause me no trouble. And stand still for me on the double!"
So in her palm, fell a dollop or more. She worked it in my skin and scalp till quite sore. For horses, one might be so rough. But the skin of a human wasn't nearly as tough! But through her attention, I did feel clean. When she finished toweling, my skin did gleam! But the surprise came when the currying started. She brushed along my skin, my hair neatly parted. A curry brush was indeed an odd thing. As soft as the bristles, the brush could still sting.
"Oh, pretty pony, to groom is so fine. It feels good to do, when you are so mine."
She lifted my feet, rather quite smart. Turning my heels over in a farrier's art.
"Pony needs new shoes." She declared with a snort. Then she rubbed on a liquid of a curious sort.
It hardened in place, and became as a hoof. It weighed down my feet, and I was hardly aloof. I stretched, and lifted, and fretted much so. But the coverings on my feet dragged me down low. I wonder in my mind if this is how a horse felt. When wearing his first shoes so nailed on and dealt.
It wasn't iron, nor metal so placed. All the same, I knew the problems I faced. I should be glad that they weren't cast on. Sizzling into flesh until my skin's gone.
"Lift those feet well." She teased up with her crop. And I'd beg and beg, but she'd never let me stop. "Onwards, onwards. Dance those feet high!" And she beamed quite proudly with a gleam in her eye.
The trouble was the way that she had me restrained. But if I stopped, and refused, I knew I'd be caned.
"Lift up those heels, let's see you prance! Now, a whirl for good measure in this quaint little dance!"
And dressage was on her mind, as she tapped with that whip. Ever so gently upon my ankles with the tip. She played and she played, and used me so well. Before I could think, reactions would tell. She braided my hair in soft satin strips. And rubbed some oily jelly on the out of my lips. Powdered my skin with a soft gloss. Before I knew it, my pride was all lost.
She hugged and she kissed, and she blushed with her cheek. When cleavage came around, I was glad for the peek. I erected again, so easy for the act. But she looked down fast, before I could react. She took it in her hand, and dragged me right behind. For awhile, I didn't really mind. But she threw me hard over a bale of hay. And tied some rope around where I lay.
"Now, little stallion, you'll see a use for some seed. I'll do it right now, and make you squirm with the deed! You love that mare, but I'll show you instead. What she goes through as I tie up your head."
She took the end of the leash from the collar. Flashing a grin worth a million dollars. When I was tied to the satisfaction of her. She went around back, doing things which made me stir.
She shoved in a plug which stretched my hole wide. Then she went away to bring a stallion inside. She had him by his lead and tied him to a post. Then worked him to erection so he could mount the ghost. Upwards he went, his penis pure black. Onwards he thrusts and went on an attack!
Into a thick tube he shoved it all through. And with a horsy grunt, he shot all his due. The mare had her arms in ward to defend. But my attention was on the tube and the hose on the end. A thin little line came out the back. Where the other end was, I did not know that fact. But with a yelp of shock, I realized quite fast. The end of the tubing was connected to my ass! The plug was a nozzle, the stallion the mean. He began pumping more cum in me than I'd ever seen!
Oh, he was big, and don't call me a liar. But I think I'm being pumped full by a shire! He filled me with cum; a piñata of a mare. I felt so full, my insides might tear! To be treated like any mare in heat. It was so weird, as his seed filled my seat! In my bowels, his jets come in hard. And as I resisted, my pride was so scarred.
Used for a toy for by a horny horse. And it went in deep, straight from the source. I moaned and I fidgeted, as I felt my belly bloat. Any chance to expel I felt quite remote. Like an enema of cum, it stretched me all out. It squished and slurped inside in an enormous amount.
When I felt it slowly drizzle in, from the normal painful blasts. I felt this is it; she'll let it out of my ass! But I was wrong, as she tore the nozzle away. Before I could react, in goes another, so the cum would thus stay. The new plug was bigger, it could not be removed. It was thick with a long tail, and really well lubed.
"Now, my horny petite stallion has a tail!" And with her words, I began to pale. Still full of a true stallions' seed. My butt overtook me with violent need. Expel and cringe is all that it tried. And all that pressure; I felt it burning inside.
Strangely, though, a new passion overcame. It was a wild horny emotion which drove me insane. The mare unhooked me, but she left in the plug. And made me wonder about the grave I'd just dug.
On my head she jammed two flaps of black. Blinders they're called, so I couldn't look back. But before my limited gaze. I saw a true beauty to appraise. Her butt was quite nice, as was the look of her tail. She would be sexy to most any horse loving male.
My lust and drool I could not hide. Nor the thing I wished to have inside. Can it be that the trespasser caught a break? Is this something I might be free to partake? My eyes stayed glued to the fanciful fat rear. But I was uncertain, this could be a dream, I fear.
"So little stallion, are you ready for her? Doesn't she smell nice and have silky fur? Today, you'll service her, stud. Or, you'll just be a useless dud. But either way, you'll get your chance. Now, pleasure her with the length of your lance!"
The brown of her cheeks shined with a dull glow. Her wide black lips parted in the shape of a bow. Each sticky wink, she drooled a bit. A splendid flashy show, whenever the flesh split. Exposing her cherry, making her intentions clear. God, how I loved the way she made it appear!
So I licked with my tongue, in all due haste. Just so I could fill my mouth with her taste. To eat her out was the finest pleasure. Far from done in no small measure. The taste was sweet, in the saccharine juice. As well as the feelings her pussy feasting produced. Every second her moist inner folds. Steamed me right up in embrace from the cold. They enshrouded the whole of my chin. If I weren't careful, she'd suck me right in! The sensation was fine, even when she pissed on my face. But I was needier with my chilly iron rod so displaced! She tastes so good, her clit humps my lips. And she pushed back gently with a shove of her hips.
However, with surprise, before I can react much more. The manager takes a crate, and puts it on the floor. Now I could climb up and shove my length through. And as I penetrated, she felt bottomless as a ewe. Every fine slick caress of her cunt. Made us both shiver, and convulse with a grunt. Yes, she loved it, even if I wasn't her size. It didn't really matter; this mare is for guys!
Her mouth was parted, as she chewed like a cud. Mares only do that if being serviced by a stud! Hard did she suck on me, and hard did I shove. This was more than passion; indeed! This was love!
When I orgasmed sudden-like, it squirted out real fast. She gladly took all I gave her with a wiggle of her ass!
When I exhausted myself, on her wide back I lay spent. Then the words of the manager come to me, and I realize what they meant.
It's just heat between us, it burns us all inside. If I began to deny that fact, well, then I know I lied.
After a decent rest, she caresses me on my cheek. Patting me on my shoulder, my legs so strangely weak. Outside comes the twilight, the moon parted still. But I could care less, I'd been sated with my fill.
And to a stall she brought me, and I understood. This is where I'd sleep; that is, if I could. I could not argue, as her voice was the law. So she put me to bed in a fresh pile of straw. So I lay there nude, as she blew out the light. Kissed me, caressed me, and wished me a good night.
My thoughts swim as I close my eyes, the experiences will often twist. Tonight a trespass wasn't so bad, if all you reading this get my gist!