One Time Ride
Creamie paced his stall. He hated being locked in. Who cares if the knights were in town, and who cares they were all thoroughbreds, one mare impregnated by him wouldn't kill the whole fleet. He pawed at his door. To top off this whole fucking week, none of the farm hands had ventured into his pen so he couldn't take advantage of them.
He snorted and paced. His business partner was punishing him for breeding that mare he knew he was. How was he supposed to know that cute cream colored Lipizzaner was off limits. Yeah she was behind a large fence in her own running area but come on she was in heat, her body was winking at him.
He moaned as he hardened. Pacing around again he tried to pull off the muzzle and bit. Both impeded his speech, but thenagain his partner probably didn't want him luring the cute farm hands over.
He hated he was born feral. By all accounts ferals weren't suppsed to talk, but he did. He talked, he reasoned, and technically could be considered a citizen if he wanted but he didnt want o deal with the hassles his anthro half had to deal with.
An anthro half he could kill right now. The bastard always locking him up when he's the one who does a majority of the work. Tending fields, hauling carriages. He even mucks out the pens. Not to mention he's the primary stud stock for half the draft horses in the county. He was the only reason for this business and his partner dared treat him like some common mindless stallion.
He kicked his paddock door and laid down snorting again.
Gentle hoofsteps had his head raising. He knew though steps. It was the goat who was helping out around the farm. He lifted his head and rose from his bed of straw which needed to be changed as he heard the door open. His first intent was to run out but she stepped in. He nickered in appreciation.
He'd seen her before. Admired the sway of her hips, the grace of each step meant to entice and seduce. She knew how to work her entire body as she cleaned, and even in the drab attire she wore when she cleaned around the stables, he knew the kind of female she was. Many of the farm hands had dragged one such like her into his stables and chose one of the empty stalls to rut with them.
Alterise, he had heard her called. Her eyes a tender brown in color, her body full and curved. Hips set just right bearing offspring not to mention a pair of breasts even he could suckle if he wanted. Females like her made him wish to be a two legger, but something like that would never happen.
She smiled at him, as she looked around. It was late at night, no one would come around he knew that. He watched her blush as she reached up and stroked his muzzle. There was a peculiar scent on her hands. One he was familiar with and it had his cock throbbing and his hips jerking a bit. It'd been way to long for him.
She lured his head to her belly and he buried his snout against it inhaling the scent of the false heat gel. He knew what she wanted, and he'll be damned if he let her get away.
She blushed a bit brighter as she shimmied out of her under things, careful not to give him her back. She removed his current halter and changed it for ones with reins, then tied a special rope around his upper chest, one used for bareback training some of the younger coach drivers. it had loops placed near the shoulders to give them a sense on where to tuck their knees incase the carriage is ever attacked by bandits and they need to run.
He let her secure both, a little tight for his tastes but he didn't want to say anything less he scared her off. With a move he hadn't seen outside of the brothels he peaked in upon a few times, she manuevered under him and slid her hooves into the straps. He grinned as she wrapped her wrist in the reins and pulled herself up. She rubbed herself on him moaning as she flexed her legs sliding her wet sex over his tip.
With a neigh he reared up mounting his stable door. She may have intended to tease and pacify herself but he had other plans.
She cried out in alarm as he suspended her. She gripped the reins tighter as he poked around for her sex, her body rocking in its suspended position making it harder to then usual to press in. Moving forward careful not to bump her head he got her shoulders pressed against the wide boards that made up his paddock door and pressed into her body. She was small, tight, but damn, he groaned and heard her whimpers as he thrust his body into hers. God he hadn't had anything this tight since that mare in her first season almost six months ago. He grunted as he thrust into her body. His balls drew up as he spilled his pent up seed into her.
He saw stars as he kept working himself in and out of her, it felt so good to release. He wasn't made for celibacy. If his partner milked him regularly as was agreed upon he would behave but the bastard didn't.
"Sorry." he breathed as he lowered his muzzle a bit. He heard her gasp and pull tighter on the reins trying to keep the angle, or free her trapped ankles, he didn't know as he plowed straight through a second climax. Panting he pulled out of her a bit and rested as his tail flicked and his nostrils flared.
She shuddered under him, not crying but her arms were straining, her legs rubbing on his side. Feeling a little guilty he rocked slowly into her, he was glad hadn't flared yet, or this would have been even more painful for her, but he rocked his hips slowly, rolling them a bit so that he could hit all those special nerves in her body that mad eher writhe with pleasure on him.
He heard her moans and picked up his speed ever so slightly. "Just relax and don't fight." He muttered to her. She nodded absently as he shifted in and out of her. her breathing quickened, her hips rocked on his cock, she was starting to enjoy herself.
He lowered from the door of his stall andbucked his hips against hers as he lowered her back to the ground so that her arms didn't have to strain as much. he dropped his chest over hers as well his hips still working himself deeper into her body as he grunted and moaned.
His third climax was slow to build and his tip flared inside her with the impending release. He heard he cry out as she came under him her body writhing like a serpent under him. Pressing into her again he spilled his third load into her body.
She shivered and releaxed, her ankles sliding from the straps as he lowered his body down slowly. her wet relaxed body slid off his and he rose up tp pace away from her.
She looked at him a lazy smile on her muzzle as she panted. "Good boy." she said just laying there legs spread wide. He chuckled and got a drink of water from his trough.
She rolled onto her side and started to rise. Her legs shook a bit as she gathered her under things and clothes leaving his stall.
"Come back soon." He called after her.
"Maybe." She replied glancing at him. She dressed and left, leaving him to groan and lay in his stall.
She didn't return, not even for work. He shrugged it off. Not many ever returned. The Knight's Fair ended and the routine returned to normal.