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Welcome to Crispen's Overflow, where I post everything that isn't a main series while I am waiting for inspiration or for my beta readers' feedback. Here, you will find one-offs, short stories, and maybe a poem or two. Be warned though, everything posted here is raw: typed, proofread, and edited by only me in one day so mistakes may follow.

~Stay Crispy

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Exposed in the Farm's Rays

Hennel walked briskly along the shady pathway. The summer sun only had fleeting rays of light cutting through the tree canopy above the trail. The nearly mile-long path left his property and connected to his neighbor's apple farm.

He didn't care much for Arnold, the Australian Shepherd who owned the ranch. However, he was very much interested in his older sister, Krystin. He hadn't seen her in quite some time and all he knew was she was back from Chicago visiting relatives. Hennel remembered back in High School the two of them very much had a thing going on and was sure she wouldn't mind a visit from him again.

Hennel grinned as he remembered some of their midnight antics from a few years back. His hooves clopped happily along the path when the memory of their high school prom came up. It had been a very memorable night indeed.

He might have to be careful this time though. With her staying at her attentive brother's ranch, he would have to play it safe. Hennel was planning on this just being a checkup to see the two again, but the horse knew he would be back for much more.

Hennel watched as the trees grew increasing sparse along the path until it shifted into the equally spaced apple tree orchard he was familiar with. He chuckled to himself at how little the ranch had changed. The barn and farmhouse were still on the far side of the property while the apple fields dominated the remaining area.

The horse could just make out the younger red and white shepherd wearing his faded ballcap as he pushed a cart and disappeared into the barn. Hennel didn't immediately see Krystin among the orchard, but he had a fair idea where she might be. There was a garden near the river at the edge of property where he knew she liked to read her favorite books.

Doing his best to stay amongst the thicker trees, Hennel cut through the property towards the river. The horse was forced to duck into the shadows several times as Arnold pushed carts from the barn to the orchard and back. After the red and white shepherd disappeared back into the barn, Hennel left the orchard and snuck into the garden.

It was a peaceful little garden with a few tall trees and shrubs providing shade in abundance. A white picket surrounding the area was overgrown with flowers and vines. As Hennel walked under the overgrown wooden arch he noticed one major thing missing. Krystin wasn't sitting on her favorite bench.

Hennel kicked at the ground in frustration. He figured that she must be in the house, but there was no way he was going to sneak in right now. Maybe later he would, but not now. Hennel was so frustrated he almost didn't notice her book lying on a table beside the bench.

The horse shrugged as he walked over to the abandoned book and picked it up. He cursed as the bookmark fell onto the floor. Hennel figured he wasn't going to find its spot. He picked it up anyway and was about to just toss it inside. Hennel paused as he realized it wasn't a bookmark at all, but a note.

He grinned as he read the note, Went to the stream for a swim. Love you. Hennel had nearly forgotten that the stream was her other favorite place. He dumped the book on the bench and crumpled the note before tossing it on the ground as he walked closer to the river.

As he got closer, Hennel stayed in the shade and shadows while listening to the gentle sounds of the river. He could hear the sound of someone laughing and swimming just ahead. The horse peeked around a tree when he spotted a pile of clothes in a heap before the river. However, the sight in the river was much more enticing.

Krystin was completely stripped nude while she danced and twirled in the river. While in high school the shepherd was considered almost flat, she had now grown a very sizable pair of attractive breasts. Hennel's eyes were wide as she jumped out of the water while she swam. His heart raced as the cool liquid ran down her red and white fur, following Krystin's curvy form. It flowed from her hair, ran along her boobs, and between her legs as she waded around.

He had planned on going home, but the new sexier Krystin was making his pants ache. Hennel hastily pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles to find himself half erect.

He gripped his long horsecock as he watched his old girlfriend enjoy herself in the river. Hennel pulled back and forth along his awakening shaft while Krystin played in the stream. The horse's prick quickly rose as the shepherd splashed fresh water onto her new breasts.

He was solid when she accidently bent over, giving him a good look at her puffy lips. The horse could tell she was definitely in heat, but Hennel always remembered her shaving in high school. He licked his lips as he tossed the thought aside. Krystin continued to let her nudity flow and made his head spin.

Hennel stroked himself as he thought of using his tool to slip inside her like old times. He closed his eyes and ran his thumb along his flared tip while remembering how he used to ride her. His eyes rolled as he pretended this hand was her warm, tight bottom. Krystin was the first girl he had met who would let him take either of her holes, and he loved it. He unconsciously bumped into the tree and knocked a few leaves off.

Hennel realized he had to be more careful as he returned his mind to the river, but he realized that she missing. His heart raced in panic. He hadn't seen her leave the river. Hennel had been too busy in recollection to see her leave. He wondered if Krystin had spotted him, after all he did get pretty distracted for a moment. Hennel cursed as he searched left and right for any sign of the shepherd, but sighed in relief as he spotted her again.

The shepherd was lying on her back in full view of the sun. The summer's rays streamed down onto her glistening figure as she reclined on the grassy bank. Hennel held his breath as she traced her paw across her body. Krystin gently teased her boobs and circled her nipples with a single paw.

Hennel had to blink several times. He couldn't believe he was getting his own private show. The horse watched as her other paw fell between her legs. Hennel couldn't help but feel that Krystin seemed to know he was there, because she turned herself and splayed her legs open right towards him. Krystin gasped cutely as she began to rub herself before him.

He continued to stroke himself as he stared at Krystin while she played with herself. She cried out gently as she slipped her middle finger inside. Hennel felt himself getting close now, but forced himself to slow down. He didn't want to waste the entire show.

He watched with interest as she slipped a second then third finger inside herself. Hennel tugged at his shaft hard as the shepherd pulled her slick fingers out and held them toward her face. Krystin locked eyes with him as she gave her digits a sensually slow lick.

Hennel's heart pounded, he was right! She had known he was watching! And she had done it anyway! The horse's balls tightened at the thought. Now she was playfully wagging her tail as she beckoned to him. Krystin remained sprawled on her back with her legs wide open, but she was waving her paw for him to come.

Hennel hastily tore off his shirt and tossed his clothes aside. He dove into the cool river without hesitation and swam over to the other side where she was waiting. The red and white shepherd wagged her tail faster as he approached her in the sun.

"You enjoy the show?" Krystin was busy licking her paw clean.

"You always did know how to spoil me," Hennel replied with a grin.

"I didn't finish you know," she paused as and focused on his jutting member, "Maybe you could help me?"

"I'd be glad to." He moved on top of her but hesitated for a second, "What about your brother?"

"Don't worry about him," she leaned in closely to whisper, "he won't bother us."

Hennel was on all fours above her. He took a moment to appreciate her feminine form, from her long wavy red hair to her full, ripe breasts. Krystin took one paw and guided him in as he leaned into her.

His eyes rolled back as he felt his sizable horsecock stretched her puffy slit. Her eyes were wide as his prick disappeared inch by inch into her. He hadn't filled anything so deep in a very long time, but he just kept going deeper and deeper. Eventually he was almost buried into the hilt when she started panting.

He gave her a sloppy kiss before he pulled back and started thrusting into her. Krystin's full boobs bounced with every slap their bodies made. She gripped his back tightly as he began to buck into her repeatedly.

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Arnold wiped the sweat off his brow as he set the wheelbarrow down. The shepherd's faded ballcap shaded his eyes as he peered up at the sun. Arnold cursed at the heat, it was almost unbearable. It was midday, so he figured that it's best time to take a break in the shade and maybe get a drink.

The red and white shepherd walked back into the house and straight to the fridge. It was a bit early, but he pulled out two hard lemonades anyway. He popped the top off both and went out the back toward the garden.

Arnold was glad his sister was back in town, he had missed her since she got a job up North. The farm wasn't the same without her. What he hadn't expected is for such a stunning woman to return home. He always thought she was fair looking before, but he had to admit she had really gotten sexy now that she was back.

Arnold stopped to bite his tongue. He shouldn't have such coarse thoughts about his own sister. He was a bit disturbed he had been acting so odd. The shepherd would have to start dating again to clear his mind, but for now he was just going to deliver a drink and check on her.

When he arrived at the shady garden, she was nowhere to be found. Arnold looked around and only spotted her book tossed carelessly on her favorite bench. The shepherd frowned and set the drinks aside on the table. He craned his neck left and right as he walked in a slow circle around the garden. It was only when he stepped on something did he pause.

He picked up the crumpled paper on the floor and read it. Things were just getting stranger. Arnold was confused why she would just dump the note on the ground carelessly. He tucked it in his pocket and left the drinks as he went toward the river.

As he approached the river, Arnold started to hear more than just the rushing flow of the stream. He focused his ears until he could faintly hear a slap-slapping sound. To him, it sounded like it was coming from the other side of the creak. The shepherd crouched and snuck under the shadows of the shrubs until he discovered the source of the sound.

He gasped as he could plainly see on the other side of the bank his old neighbor and schoolmate Hennel was busy bucking away on top of his sister. The horse was riding her hard and going deep into his sister's puffy pussy. Arnold could only watch as each time Hennel thrusted, he would bury himself almost to the hilt.

Despite himself Arnold felt his pants tighten as his arousal grew. He tried to shake his head. It was so wrong, it was his own sister! And they didn't even know he was watching. Well, they didn't know he was watching. Arnold figured Hennel was pretty busy with his sister. They wouldn't even know. He had no real interest in incest, but the sight before him was exciting nonetheless.

Arnold tentatively dropped his pants and underwear while he shifted to a better position. His dog pecker emerged from its sheath as he watched Hennel grope and massage his sister's generous boobs. The shepherd gripped his emerging shaft and began to stroke himself earnestly while Hennel gave his sister a messy kiss.

Arnold's face grew hot when Hennel hunched over to suck and nibble at his sister's breast. He traced small circles around the head of his prick as he imagined joining them.

What would he do though? Arnold never considered himself gay so he wasn't interested in Hennel. He sighed as he twisted his paw around the head of his penis. Arnold was sure as hell not going to mess with his own sister. He moaned a little too loudly as he cupped his balls with his other hand. This would be the best it would get. In all honestly, it wasn't anything to complain about.

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Krystin's ears perked at the sound of a moan coming from the woods. Hennel busy was still pounding away at her, but she could still make out the familiar sound. She moaned in pleasure as her partner went even deeper. Krystin couldn't keep her thoughts straight as the horse's shaft still spread and stretched her with every thrust.

She tried to focus her mind as she was stuffed full again and again. The moan, Krystin remembered, it used to come from her brother's room when he was playing with himself. She moaned herself as Hennel licked and toyed with her nipples. Well, it was a bit late to try and hide from Arnold now. If he was watching, Krystin would just have to give him quite a show.

"Hey, hold up for a minute," she huffed out as Hennel unhappily slowed down.

"What is it? I'm so close though," the horse whined and grew upset as Krystin pulled him out.

"How about you give that hole a break," Krystin grinned mischievously and got up on all fours.

The red and white shepherd positioned herself in the sun in attempt give her brother a good view. Krystin raised her tail up, giving both men a perfect view of her curved ass and her tail-hole. She was rewarded with a playful slap from one and another moan from the other side of the stream.

Hennel didn't hesitate. Krystin huffed when the huge slippery rod slowly slid into her. It was already lubricated up from her damp cunt, but she still felt every inch crawl inside of her. The shepherd had thought she was stuffed before, now she felt like there was no way for it to fit.

It didn't stop Hennel though, and he almost managed to get over half of his length into her before she started panting and moaning for him to start. He started out slowing thrusting into her, but she was way too tight.

Hennel's eyes nearly crossed as she squeezed tight onto him. She was not nearly as stretched as her slit, but he still kept at her. He could feel Krystin's warmth surrounding his intrusive member. The shepherd seemed to hold him in deeper and deeper until she began to stretch slightly.

He started picking up speed until he was almost pounding against her. It was the best he had ever felt. Hennel reached over her and started playing with her boobs again while he licked the small of her back. He could only hope to pound against her forever. Her tightness was getting the best of him though.

"I- I can't last much longer," he barely whispered.

"Finish in me, unload it all inside," Krystin was moaning almost uncontrollably under him.

Hennel sped up even more until he was slapping against her again. He grit his teeth as his balls clenched. The horse thrusted one last time deep inside of her and released. His eyes squinted as he shot hot spunk into the shepherd. She cried out as stream after stream flew out of him deep inside of her.

He gripped her breasts tight while he unloaded another pair of blasts. Krystin tightened her grip on his shaft, forcing him to cum again in her. Hennel was panting just as hard as her now. They both fell to the ground exhausted.

Hennel pulled out gently and watched as a small trickle of white flowed out of her. He was too exhausted to hear a stifled howl come from the other side of the river. Krystin's ears perked up, but smiled as she looked at him. He wrapped his arm around her delicate body as they enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight and their passion.

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Arnold hastily tried to clean himself. He had made quite a mess of himself. He took a paw of leaves and attempted to wipe his chest down. The shepherd wondered if they had heard him howl over their own love-making. He dimly remembered seeing the cum dribble from his sister finally sending him over. After a moment he decided a shower was best and snuck off back toward the house. As he stepped into the sunlight he realized it hadn't turn out so bad after all.

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Once again this is our end dear reader. This one will most likely stay a stand-alone. Again I thank you for your time and truly hope you enjoyed it. Big news time! My beta readers just came through and now I have a checklist of corrections before my 21,000 word story is released. This might delay it past my original release date on this Saturday. However, these modifications greatly enhance the work and fix a few issues in a piece I cannot afford to have mistakes in. I'm open to any and all feedback but comments are preferred.

~Stay Crispy