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And they have the perfect way to expend that lust with one another, pinned up against a wagon, a hot length being put to good use with a hungry submissive. A dominant can take the lead but it's a switch that has the most fun, hips working, swinging, pounding. There is a lot for them to catch up on with one another and the heat of the sun will chase them into the shade, cooling their hides for kinkier endeavours...

There can only be one way for them to take leave of their break and enjoy their holiday...


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And the horses threw their weight into the collars, drawing them on as the zebra called up cheerily, taking his cues from Matthias who helped him heft up the bales along with his own when Qadir tired just a little quicker than him. It had to be said, however, that the tiger's muscled physique helped more than a little in that regard.\n\n``Alright...'' Michael called, keeping a close eye on them as he glanced back yet again, one ear flicking down in concern as Qadir huffed and puffed, fighting to keep up with the surprisingly steadily rapid pace that the draft horses set. ``We should stop for a break. Do you want me to take over for a while?''\n\n``What?'' Matthias called back, the blue-striped tiger grinning widely in a flash of sharp, white fangs. ``We're fine! Aren't we, Qadir? We can keep going?''\n\nThe little zebra - well, little in comparison to Matthias with his muscle easily showing through his T-shirt - groaned and tried to nod, happily amenable to whatever they wanted to do despite his slowing down. Truly, even the tiger was getting more and more tired with every passing second, hefting up a bale with a thicker grunt than usual, T-shirt soaked through to his fur with sweat, although defining the lines in his musculature, as a result, was a pleasant side-effect.\n\n``Y-yes!'' Qadir chirped, although his breath was stolen from him, whipping away any further words that he may or may not have had.\n\nIt was as good a sign as any that Michael's call had been right and, although he was more of a follower than a leader when it came to new situations, he slowed the cart, drawing the reins back in one paw while he set the whip aside. Positioning the cart with a little clunky difficulty beneath the overhanging branches of a thickly deciduous tree (he didn't really have enough knowledge about such things to accurately tell what kind of tree it was further than that), Michael slowed the team and gestured to the others, reaching beneath his seat for the waters and food that had been pre-packed for them that day. \n\nThe tiger and zebra fell on them like locusts, Matthias growling with sheer pleasure as he tipped his head back, getting half of the water over his face and down his chin, fur slickening down to his skin. Qadir was more restrained, sipping at the drink with his large, soft lips that seemed too big for the bottle itself, eyes half-lidded in the simple little pleasure of just having his thirst sated.\n\nFor a moment, there were no other sounds, all three of them relaxing in the shade, birdsong cutting through where, before, there had been the snort and shift of the horses and the rattling cart to contend with. The fields seemed a lot quieter without them hard at work, even though Matthias' eyes rolled, tugging at his shirt as if he was trying to get at least the semblance of a cool waft of air up beneath the already soaked fabric. Like so much else in the world yet on a much smaller scale, it truly was a futile effort.\n\n``Unnff... Is it right that we're paying for this?'' Matthias grunted, fur sticking up in clumps of sweat around his neck, fur poking out of his T-shirt as if it was striving to escape. ``It was meant to be...huff...god damn it...''\n\nBut not even he had the breath to say what the working holiday was supposed to be: a time where they exchanged a set period of work for free board and food. It wasn't entirely a bad deal but perhaps a deal that may have been better planned for easier times of year than collecting hay off the fields. To add to the experience, they'd not been passed over a trailer or a lorry of any sort to get the bales but a pair of draft horses, snorting and shaking their heads in gleaming, immaculate tack. Those had been interesting at first - and more than one joke had been made about Michael taking the reins, although he had, ultimately, been the one to drive the team - but the displeasure of work that was hard on the muscles took over soon enough for the amusement to quickly fade away.\n\nIt was interesting though and all of them had signed up to do something that was out of the ordinary, so there really wasn't all that much that they could complain about. Muscles ached from being hard at work and Michael insisted on going back to heft up the bales, since driving the team who seemed to know just where they were going anyway was such an easy job. Matthias smirked, pulling off his T-shirt to air as the horse's eyes trailed down his chest, muscle so very easily showing through the fur there in stark, clear definition. Not even the stripes curling around to his chest and abdomen could hide his tone and the tiger flexed covertly, further drawing the equine's attention to one of his best features.\n\nMichael swallowed hard, exchanging a look with the other ungulate of their strange little group. Although they'd all been sleeping together in the shared accommodation, the old bunkhouse, they hadn't really looked when, perhaps, they should have done so already. A body could tell so much, after all, and Matthias' muscle spoke of hours on hours in the gym, working away the ill times of the day in the best way he knew how. Of course, he was hardly a cat who wanted for company but there was a benefit to taking time to oneself too, something that he by no means was shy to do.\n\nAnd it was nice too when others appreciated it, toying with the belt of his jeans, only wearing boots to protect his hind paws from the work of the day. His tail lashed as if he was out in the wilds like his ancestors of olden times, stalking prey, but the sweet brown and white equine was not something that he would usually go after. He was not a typical bay in colour or shade but Matthias licked his lips lewdly, rasping across his muzzle as his whiskers quivered, imagining just what it would be like to run his tongue over the stallion's delectable flush, muscle hidden by rising through subtly.\n\nYes... There was a better way to recover one's strength than drinking and eating, although he was sure that that would come later. But before he could act on it, Michael was blushing and making some kind of excuse to make good his escape, stammering over his words like a teenager all over again. A growl sucked down in the tiger's throat, need rising and seemingly destined to not be sated, but Michael was already gone, keeping his hips angled a little too obviously away from the tiger who could not take his eyes off that round, tight rump, tail tugged through the hole in the back of his canvas trousers.\n\nDamn... Just what was a fine piece of ass like that doing not making a move? He shrugged and shook his head, although he was still one to watch Michael walk away, the hypnotic sway of his tail drawing another soft growl up to his muzzle, lips vibrating gently. Who, after all, could have resisted the lure of such a fine treat and what was Michael even thinking to pass up a stud like him? Little was he to know what was truly going on, the equine panting lightly as he disappeared behind the hedge with a moan on his lips and eyes rolling back into his head, ears splayed softly as the want for something more pulled at his soul.\n\nMatthias grunted and squeezed the plastic of the empty water bottle to a flattened pulp, tail lashing. Denied for no reason... What was up with that? Yet he had underestimated the quite one all over again and Qadir giggled as he pushed up against the tiger, eyes wide and plaintive, although a request such as his simply did not need to be vocalised. Matthias would have taken a step back in surprise if the zebra's weight had not crushed against him so pleasurably, a purr rising up from the back of his throat as the anxious swish of his tail slowed and stilled, just the tip flicking back and forth gently as his need rose once again.\n\n``Well, well, well,'' he purred, regaining his cockiness in what seemed to be no more than the blink of an eye. ``What have we here?''\n\nSuch a line but it was a line that always brought a smile to the lips of his so very willing prey, Qadir's ropey tail flicking and thwapping lightly against the backs of his thighs. Although the zebra was shorter than him, there was not too much difference in their heights, despite the obvious and alluring power differential between them. Grunting softly, Qadir rocked up against him, gently allowing himself to be borne back against the wood of the cart, ears flicking from one direction to the other as if he did not quite know what to do with himself or, very possibly, believe his luck in the heat of the moment.\n\n``You're looking at the horse... Michael.''\n\nIt was a silly statement and yet still the type of one that didn't need to be answered as a hard bulge ground up against Matthias' leg even through his jeans, impossible to ignore. It didn't matter where Matthias' eyes had been when they were there and, well, it would have been idiotic to state that they weren't interested in the same thing. A submissive could still take the first step, truly putting one's best hoof forward, and Qadir inhaled deeply, taking in the tiger's musky scent, thick and heavy with intoxicating, studly sweat, as his nostrils fluttered wantonly.\n\n``Here.''\n\nSmirking, Matthias curled his fingers through the zebra's short, thick mane, seeking a hold on the crest of his neck when the hair proved just a little too short for any real grip, Qadir whimpering and pushing up against him. But then he was going down, down, down... All the way down to the ground where the hard-baked earth came up to meet his knees with a dull, sharp thwack. But neither of them were really thinking about their level of personal comfort in such an erotic situation where the name of the game was pleasing their needs above all else.\n\nAnd it was the tiger in true charge that lusted, tongue swiping along the side of his muzzle as he undid his belt, kicked off his boots, let his jeans slide down to the ground. 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Three Sluts Taken by a Stallion

Hard at work, the farm hands grunted and sweated in the noonday sun, refusing to give up on the tasks of the day when there was still a fair deal of work to be done. A tiger, a horse and a zebra sounded just like the beginning of a bad joke but there was no joke to be made about the work they were doing in the golden field, hay cut down and baled up, all ready to be collected. The rolling path of the field stretched out before them as if it went on forever and Michael, the horse driving the team of, ironically, heavy horses (ferals, not anthros, that is) on while they pulled the cart behind that was swiftly becoming stacked with bales.

The wheels ground over with a creak that spoke of the number of times, years upon years, that that same cart had been used to collect hay, keeping on regardless of how it was abused. And the horses threw their weight into the collars, drawing them on as the zebra called up cheerily, taking his cues from Matthias who helped him heft up the bales along with his own when Qadir tired just a little quicker than him. It had to be said, however, that the tiger's muscled physique helped more than a little in that regard.

``Alright...'' Michael called, keeping a close eye on them as he glanced back yet again, one ear flicking down in concern as Qadir huffed and puffed, fighting to keep up with the surprisingly steadily rapid pace that the draft horses set. ``We should stop for a break. Do you want me to take over for a while?''

``What?'' Matthias called back, the blue-striped tiger grinning widely in a flash of sharp, white fangs. ``We're fine! Aren't we, Qadir? We can keep going?''

The little zebra - well, little in comparison to Matthias with his muscle easily showing through his T-shirt - groaned and tried to nod, happily amenable to whatever they wanted to do despite his slowing down. Truly, even the tiger was getting more and more tired with every passing second, hefting up a bale with a thicker grunt than usual, T-shirt soaked through to his fur with sweat, although defining the lines in his musculature, as a result, was a pleasant side-effect.

``Y-yes!'' Qadir chirped, although his breath was stolen from him, whipping away any further words that he may or may not have had.

It was as good a sign as any that Michael's call had been right and, although he was more of a follower than a leader when it came to new situations, he slowed the cart, drawing the reins back in one paw while he set the whip aside. Positioning the cart with a little clunky difficulty beneath the overhanging branches of a thickly deciduous tree (he didn't really have enough knowledge about such things to accurately tell what kind of tree it was further than that), Michael slowed the team and gestured to the others, reaching beneath his seat for the waters and food that had been pre-packed for them that day.

The tiger and zebra fell on them like locusts, Matthias growling with sheer pleasure as he tipped his head back, getting half of the water over his face and down his chin, fur slickening down to his skin. Qadir was more restrained, sipping at the drink with his large, soft lips that seemed too big for the bottle itself, eyes half-lidded in the simple little pleasure of just having his thirst sated.

For a moment, there were no other sounds, all three of them relaxing in the shade, birdsong cutting through where, before, there had been the snort and shift of the horses and the rattling cart to contend with. The fields seemed a lot quieter without them hard at work, even though Matthias' eyes rolled, tugging at his shirt as if he was trying to get at least the semblance of a cool waft of air up beneath the already soaked fabric. Like so much else in the world yet on a much smaller scale, it truly was a futile effort.

``Unnff... Is it right that we're paying for this?'' Matthias grunted, fur sticking up in clumps of sweat around his neck, fur poking out of his T-shirt as if it was striving to escape. ``It was meant to be...huff...god damn it...''

But not even he had the breath to say what the working holiday was supposed to be: a time where they exchanged a set period of work for free board and food. It wasn't entirely a bad deal but perhaps a deal that may have been better planned for easier times of year than collecting hay off the fields. To add to the experience, they'd not been passed over a trailer or a lorry of any sort to get the bales but a pair of draft horses, snorting and shaking their heads in gleaming, immaculate tack. Those had been interesting at first - and more than one joke had been made about Michael taking the reins, although he had, ultimately, been the one to drive the team - but the displeasure of work that was hard on the muscles took over soon enough for the amusement to quickly fade away.

It was interesting though and all of them had signed up to do something that was out of the ordinary, so there really wasn't all that much that they could complain about. Muscles ached from being hard at work and Michael insisted on going back to heft up the bales, since driving the team who seemed to know just where they were going anyway was such an easy job. Matthias smirked, pulling off his T-shirt to air as the horse's eyes trailed down his chest, muscle so very easily showing through the fur there in stark, clear definition. Not even the stripes curling around to his chest and abdomen could hide his tone and the tiger flexed covertly, further drawing the equine's attention to one of his best features.

Michael swallowed hard, exchanging a look with the other ungulate of their strange little group. Although they'd all been sleeping together in the shared accommodation, the old bunkhouse, they hadn't really looked when, perhaps, they should have done so already. A body could tell so much, after all, and Matthias' muscle spoke of hours on hours in the gym, working away the ill times of the day in the best way he knew how. Of course, he was hardly a cat who wanted for company but there was a benefit to taking time to oneself too, something that he by no means was shy to do.

And it was nice too when others appreciated it, toying with the belt of his jeans, only wearing boots to protect his hind paws from the work of the day. His tail lashed as if he was out in the wilds like his ancestors of olden times, stalking prey, but the sweet brown and white equine was not something that he would usually go after. He was not a typical bay in colour or shade but Matthias licked his lips lewdly, rasping across his muzzle as his whiskers quivered, imagining just what it would be like to run his tongue over the stallion's delectable flush, muscle hidden by rising through subtly.

Yes... There was a better way to recover one's strength than drinking and eating, although he was sure that that would come later. But before he could act on it, Michael was blushing and making some kind of excuse to make good his escape, stammering over his words like a teenager all over again. A growl sucked down in the tiger's throat, need rising and seemingly destined to not be sated, but Michael was already gone, keeping his hips angled a little too obviously away from the tiger who could not take his eyes off that round, tight rump, tail tugged through the hole in the back of his canvas trousers.

Damn... Just what was a fine piece of ass like that doing not making a move? He shrugged and shook his head, although he was still one to watch Michael walk away, the hypnotic sway of his tail drawing another soft growl up to his muzzle, lips vibrating gently. Who, after all, could have resisted the lure of such a fine treat and what was Michael even thinking to pass up a stud like him? Little was he to know what was truly going on, the equine panting lightly as he disappeared behind the hedge with a moan on his lips and eyes rolling back into his head, ears splayed softly as the want for something more pulled at his soul.

Matthias grunted and squeezed the plastic of the empty water bottle to a flattened pulp, tail lashing. Denied for no reason... What was up with that? Yet he had underestimated the quite one all over again and Qadir giggled as he pushed up against the tiger, eyes wide and plaintive, although a request such as his simply did not need to be vocalised. Matthias would have taken a step back in surprise if the zebra's weight had not crushed against him so pleasurably, a purr rising up from the back of his throat as the anxious swish of his tail slowed and stilled, just the tip flicking back and forth gently as his need rose once again.

``Well, well, well,'' he purred, regaining his cockiness in what seemed to be no more than the blink of an eye. ``What have we here?''

Such a line but it was a line that always brought a smile to the lips of his so very willing prey, Qadir's ropey tail flicking and thwapping lightly against the backs of his thighs. Although the zebra was shorter than him, there was not too much difference in their heights, despite the obvious and alluring power differential between them. Grunting softly, Qadir rocked up against him, gently allowing himself to be borne back against the wood of the cart, ears flicking from one direction to the other as if he did not quite know what to do with himself or, very possibly, believe his luck in the heat of the moment.

``You're looking at the horse... Michael.''

It was a silly statement and yet still the type of one that didn't need to be answered as a hard bulge ground up against Matthias' leg even through his jeans, impossible to ignore. It didn't matter where Matthias' eyes had been when they were there and, well, it would have been idiotic to state that they weren't interested in the same thing. A submissive could still take the first step, truly putting one's best hoof forward, and Qadir inhaled deeply, taking in the tiger's musky scent, thick and heavy with intoxicating, studly sweat, as his nostrils fluttered wantonly.

``Here.''

Smirking, Matthias curled his fingers through the zebra's short, thick mane, seeking a hold on the crest of his neck when the hair proved just a little too short for any real grip, Qadir whimpering and pushing up against him. But then he was going down, down, down... All the way down to the ground where the hard-baked earth came up to meet his knees with a dull, sharp thwack. But neither of them were really thinking about their level of personal comfort in such an erotic situation where the name of the game was pleasing their needs above all else.

And it was the tiger in true charge that lusted, tongue swiping along the side of his muzzle as he undid his belt, kicked off his boots, let his jeans slide down to the ground. All that remained on his body was the sweaty, damp mess of his boxers, pleasantly reeking with the masculinity of the day.

Qadir couldn't help himself but it was not as if he would have had any choice in the matter, yanking his T-shirt off in time for a fat length of tiger-meat to press up to his lips, demanding entrance that was glad to allow. The hot length was unforgiving, slamming right up into the back of his maw - but he was an equine at heart and truly had the best designed muzzle to take every last inch of cock that Matthias had to offer him.

Exquisite. His head rolled, languishing in sensation, the illicit nature of what he was doing out in public. Oh, he was normally a zebra who was quite in demand but there was little one could possibly draw back away from when a cock ploughed between his lips, stretching them so sweetly wide that it was far better than any kiss, however deeply lustful a kiss could be. He moaned around the tiger's cock, eyes rolling languidly back into his skull, palms dry and paws reaching for those heavy nuts too, wanting to adore and caress every last inch of the tiger that he was simply allowed to. After all: waste not, want not.

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