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As four-legged mares went, Summer Breeze was content with her life with a fondness for her handlers. They'd pat her snout and she'd nuzzle into their paws and hands with a snuffle. Often they brushed her cream-and-brown coat to a smooth grade and a fine luster, they cleaned her hooves, and they kept her well-stocked on her favorite treats of all: Apples. The joke around the barn was that, given an apple, Summer Breeze would permit just about anything. It was a joke stemming from a rumor, and like all rumors, it had some basis in truth. None of the farmhands would speak up and admit it, but at least one of them had been quite close indeed to the mare. For as friendly and taut and young as she was, it wasn't a surprise.

So fine a mare was Summer Breeze that outsiders noticed her too. As she trotted along the fence grazing and trolling the apple trees for freshly-dropped fruit, tourists stopped to snap photos or to pet her as she lingered near the fence. Her being a girl of easy temperament and exceptional intelligence saw her allow it all.

Much like the farmhand who will not be named, a local named Desmond also took a liking to Summer Breeze. It was on a walk with his younger brother and together they petted the horse with Desmond picking up his preteen brother so he could rub her snout. As she walked off eventually, Desmond's brother could only think of the disappointment; but Desmond himself stared at her hindquarters with a stir in his loins. A dirty smile spread across his face.

That following weekend, Desmond waited in silence near the fence closest to the woods. Dressed in all black with his raccoon livery filling in the gaps for him, the foxcoon waited as a three-quarter moon rose high above the clouds and the barn fell dark one light at a time. Farmhands individually milled off, one into the house itself and the rest to their pickup trucks to head home. Desmond waited twenty minutes after the last farmhand was gone to make his approach. His black hoodie's pockets were lopsided and dangly with carrots and apples. He had no idea what the mare's preferred treat was.

Desmond tried the side door and found it locked. He expected no different, but the obvious route was the one to try first. Being an athlete in high school lent him the endurance to climb up the trellis, onto the adjoined shack, and into the loft window from there. As he peered over the edge and knocked loose a few strands of hay, Desmond took note of the stalls with snoozing horses. He saw no sight of farmhands - nobody to spoil the trouble. A single naked bulb high in the rafters cast a surreal glow through the crossbeams and Desmond used its light to climb down safely.

Right below the loft was Summer Breeze looking dozy in her stall. As she got a good look at Desmond with her piercing green eyes, her lips quirked up in what passed for a smile on a horse. It was an expression that said I remember you.

Mirroring the smile but thinking luridly, Desmond leaned over the low door of the stall and petted her snout. He kissed her between the eyes and she nipped and tugged on his long blonde hair.

After a pause for thought, Desmond opened the way to Summer Breeze's stall and closed it at his back. Her stall was roomy enough for the both of them and he thought of going right for the prize, but that hardly seemed considerate to him. Wearing a coy smile, Desmond reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple by chance. It was shiny and red and certainly very crunchy. Summer Breeze's eyes lit up and she bumped the apple with her nose until Desmond handed it over.

In Summer Breeze's strong jaws, the apple lasted mere seconds. Desmond watched with a grin. The mare finished the apple and stared expectantly at the pocket it came from. "Big eater," Desmond teased as he fished out another apple. This one was a bit more green, but Summer Breeze munched it just the same.

As the mare happily ate the apples, Desmond dropped the few he had left into the trough on the door before he shucked off his hoodie. Next went the shirt beneath and he hung them both on a hook nearby meant for aprons. Summer Breeze observed from the corner of her eye as she ate every last apple with a swishing tail.

Once Desmond slid down his black sweat pants and bared his shyly flaccid, uncut cock, Summer Breeze spared a full look at it. For a mare who had played with a stallion farmhand, she thought Desmond's penis was outright tiny - but it was cute, and so was he, and he had the benefit of plying her with tasty apples. She nosed against his cheek before she returned to her snack.

Disrobed and bashful for it, Desmond petted down Summer Breeze's muscular body with a shaky paw. His most coherent thought through the lewdness and the worry of being caught was I can't believe how pretty this horse is. To someone inclined to fuck a horse, Summer Breeze was a perfect specimen. Desmond made his way down her body to her hindquarters, and then he saw the supple black flesh of her muff and the donut of her anus. Beneath a soft cream-colored tail, the spotless flesh popped with its contrast and Desmond breathed heavily as he drew near.

Coming from the side for fear of Summer Breeze's hind legs, Desmond nuzzled broadside into the curve of the mare's rear to both enjoy her warmth and peruse her musk. Equine pheromones flooded his senses, and for good reason: Summer Breeze was wet. He didn't know if it was specifically for him, but he didn't complain. He pressed his sticky jowls to her cunt lips and gave them a firm kiss. As the smooch ended, he suckled one of her thick labia and tugged it back, giving himself a glance of the pink within. The sight of it made Desmond's heart flutter and his penis began stiffening.

Down the split of Summer Breeze's pussylips, Desmond chained kisses until he reached where her clit lie. With a soft paw, he cupped under her muff and tickled her black flesh while also smooching and nuzzling into it. Summer Breeze huffed and nickered. Her clit winked against Desmond's lips, popping out as if to meet his kiss for just a moment. Desmond shuddered happily.

Up now wend Desmond's tongue until he left her pussy and licked across her puckered tail hole. It too was supple and clean and it clenched under Desmond's tongue. He gave a great many licks to that thick ring as he slid around behind her fully so that his snout was buried in her rear. Her scent was delectable and it left Desmond lightheaded. His cock ached for release soon. Easing back, Desmond gave Summer Breeze's loins one more glance before he pulled away completely.

Desmond found a crate nearby. Its faded paint promised apples but Desmond heard brushes and other such grooming tools jostling inside as he scooted it up to Summer Breeze.

Then up on the crate, Desmond held Summer Breeze's tail aside and he grinned down at his erection. He pressed in close and his tip bumped her folds. That small contact alone sent shivers up the foxcoon's spine, terminating with a lash of his tail. "Ooh, god, this is what I've been waiting for," he groaned as he pushed forward. There was no distracting himself with grinding on her, and he dared not enter that flawless asshole: The pussy was what he had craved since the day he saw her at the fence. If his little brother had only known the things Desmond had been thinking, he would have suddenly become a man that day.

As he entered Summer Breeze, Desmond huffed and put his paws on her wide hips. He bottomed out quickly and found her vaginal passage to be so very snug despite his small size. She was clenching for him, and she was also bumping back into him playfully. The first time she did so, Desmond gasped and hugged her back for fear of falling. Every time after that, he was more confident, more stable - and he finally gave in fully to the old lust he'd been carrying most of his adult life.

Making love to Summer Breeze came naturally to Desmond. Even with his small amount of pre, she was perfectly slick. Her clit winked against the bottom of his cock as her walls worked the rest of his length.

Summer Breeze wore a small smile on her face. What made Desmond satisfying to her was the earnest way he ground into her and the way he petted down her back and fondled her curves. She knew well enough that he was not supposed to be there and the fact that a cute stranger had showed up just to breed her was a flattering gesture in and of itself. That she was nowhere near her own climax mattered little to her. Being the object of someone's affection was pleasing enough for an eager mare like Summer Breeze.

Draped over Summer Breeze's broad back, Desmond huffed and grunted as he had her supple cunt. A lewd, wet suckle erupted from her clenching snatch with every grind and a tendril of her moisture collected and drooled down from Desmond's balls in a strand. Her moisture was incredible, her heat like that of an oven, and Desmond's composure was waning fast because of it all. His twink body shook with pleasure and the crate wobbled under his shifting weight. If anybody had come in just then, Desmond wouldn't have stopped.

"Ooh, god, oh my gawd," Desmond groaned with bliss. Summer Breeze's tail swatted playfully across his face. Returning the hair-pulling favor from before, Desmond nipped it and tugged loose a few strands. The mare nickered as if giggling at him and she shoved her ass back all the more sternly. Desmond bleated with pleasure and dug his soft finger pads into her hips.

With only a few huffing, airy moans to announce it, Desmond came. He bucked a few more times as he shot his load into the mare before he finally bottomed out. Summer Breeze rumbled in pleasure of her own as she felt Desmond's small, yet stiff cock twitching harshly against her walls. The seed he left in her was a welcome gift as well.

As his climax tapered off and the reality of the situation settled in, Desmond grew paranoid despite the gratification. It had been his hope to felch his mess from the mare but now all he could think of was escape. As his cum drizzled from Summer Breeze's pussy of which the clit still winked, Desmond scooted back the crate, slid on his clothes and exited the stall. Summer Breeze whinnied for his attention and fixed him with a playful gaze.

"Aw, I'm sorry," Desmond groaned. "But if your owner catches me here..." He leaned in and smooched her on the nose. She flared her nostrils and bumped her snout into his hard enough to daze him, but the gesture was sweet. "You're such a pretty girl," he sighed. "Maybe I'll come back again... Maybe."

Before he left, Desmond dug through his pockets one last time. He offered her a carrot, but she turned her nose up to it. "Picky, huh?" Desmond smirked. Again he reached into his pockets and felt around as he watched the doors intently. He found a round shape in with the carrots and he smiled like a cheshire cat.

Presenting the apple to Summer Breeze, Desmond cooed to her, "For a lovely night with a lovely mare." When she took it from his paw, he patted her head, gave her one last fond rub on the snout and climbed to the loft.

Desmond would make it a habit to come see Summer Breeze every few months. Nobody ever caught him. He only brought apples from then on.