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", "writing": "[URL=https://inkbunny.net/s/2081976]Cover art[/URL] by [URL=https://inkbunny.net/lizardlars]lizardlars[/URL]. Used with permission.\n\n\n\n\t \t \t \t\n[center]CHAPTER 1\nTHE DRIFTER[/center]\n\nThe moment Joe came out of the convenience store with a sandwich he could barely afford, he saw what was going on – a cop car with lights flashing parked right behind his van – he broke out into a run, his hooves clopping across the dusty concrete and his hands waving. “Wait! Wait!” he shouted, even as he saw one of the two pig officers putting a bright yellow ticket under the windshield wiper. “Come on, man. I’m right here! I’m moving it, I’m moving it!” Yiff! He’d never be able to pay that ticket!\n\nThe nearer – and hairier – of the two pigs turned to look at Joe, casually laying his hand on his taser. “Is this your vehicle, [I]sir?[/I]” He snorted out a piggy little grunt that might charitably be called a laugh. Maybe he thought calling Joe ‘sir’ was funny?\n\n“Yeah, yeah. I was just moving it. Please don’t—”\n\nThe other pig snorted. “You tryin’ to tell us how to do our job, horsey boy?”\n\n“I... Um, no. I just—”\n\nComing closer to him, uncomfortably close, [I]threateningly[/I] close, the hairy boar pig got right up in Joe’s face. Well, right up in Joe’s chest, anyway. The pig cop was more than a head shorter than Joe ... but made up for it with mass around the middle. “You ain’t from around here, are ya?” He gave a tusky grin.\n\n“I’m ... I’m just passing through, and...” Joe sighed. “Look, it’s just parked in front of a gas pump while I went in to get a sandwich.” He held up the sandwich. “Everybody does that!” He looked around. The station was mostly empty – the whole two-bit town seemed mostly empty – so there were plenty of other pumps for people to use. Of the three other cars there, two of them were sitting at pumps unattended, just like his van. But of course [I]those[/I] cars had local plates on them. As he looked, the armadillo who’d been behind him in line came out of the convenience store and headed for one of those cars. “Look!” Joe said. “See? That guy did the exact same thing, and you’re not giving [I]him [/I]a ticket.”\n\n“Evnin’, Aaron,” the other pig said to the armadillo man.\n\nThe armadillo replied along with a tip of his hat, making Joe a bit self-conscious about how his headband might stand out around these parts. “Evnin’, Pete. Wife doin’ better yet?”\n\n“Nah. Still got the foot-and-mouth somethin’ awful. But thanks for askin’.”\n\nAs the armadillo got back into his car and drove away, both pigs turned back toward Joe. “This pony boy’s trouble,” the less-hairy pig – Pete, presumably – said.\n\nThe hairy pig nodded with a snort.\n\nPete was coming closer now, too, as if to box Joe in and prevent him from running. “I think you’ll find we don’t take kindly to troublemakers in these parts. What’s your name, horsey boy?”\n\n“Joe.”\n\nThe hairy pig snorted again, glaring up at him with those piggy little eyes. “[I]Full[/I] name.”\n\n“Just Joe. That [I]is[/I] my whole name.”\n\n“See,” Pete said, “troublemaker! Figure we oughta arrest ‘im?”\n\n“I’m not lying! That’s my whole name! It’s all my mom ever gave me! You can’t arrest me for that!”\n\n“Get ‘im!” Pete shouted, already drawing his taser.\n\n“Nah, nah.” The hairy pig – whose name Joe still didn’t know – held up his hand and calmed the other cop down. “He’s right. Ain’t done nothin’ we can arrest ‘im for.”\n\nThat [I]sounded[/I] good ... but why did Joe still get the feeling he was about to get royally screwed over?\n\nThe hairy pig grinned. “But, seein’ as how he’s bein’ so [I]uncooperative[/I]...”\n\n“I’m cooperating! I’m cooperating!”\n\nIgnoring Joe, the pig continued: “I think we’ll have to put the boot on this van and have it towed.” He grinned evilly.\n\nThe other pig snorted and laughed, snorted and laughed, as he hurried around to the back of the police car and came back with a big yellow metal contraption, which he went straight to clamping on one of the van’s wheels.\n\n“Come on, man.” Joe shook his head. “I live in that van, it’s all I’ve—”\n\n“You aware that livin’ in a van is illegal in this state, [I]sir?[/I]” The hairy pig snorted again, his laughing grunts blending with those of his partner.\n\nActually, Joe [I]hadn’t[/I] been aware of that. Yiff. Maybe it would be better if he just kept his mouth shut...\n\n“All finished!” Pete said, raising his round bulk up – with great effort – from next to the van’s tire. “Better call Gus and tell ‘im there’s a van out here that needs to be towed.”\n\nYiff yiff yiff! Where was Joe even going to sleep tonight, with all of seven dollars to his name? Despite his best intentions of keeping his mouth shut ... he just [I]had[/I] to know. “So, um, okay. How do I get my van back after it’s towed?”\n\nBoth pigs laughed and snorted like this was the best joke in history. Joe waited as patiently as he could manage.\n\nFinally, the hairy pig settled down enough to be able to answer. “Oh, it’ll get towed to the county impound lot in Pasalooska.”\n\nYiff! Joe remembered passing through Pasalooska [I]hours[/I] ago. It must have been at least a hundred miles from here. And how was he going to get there with no car?\n\nBut Pete was still laughing ... and the hairy pig had more to say: “’Course, today’s Friday and they’ll already be closed. Guess you’ll have to wait ‘til they open up bright ‘n early Monday mornin’.”\n\n[I]What?[/I]\n\nPete finally managed to say something through his snorting laughter: “Eeyup! And you can get your van back—” he snorted out a few more giggles “—as soon as you pay ‘em for the parkin’ ticket, [I]plus[/I] cost of the tow, [I]plus[/I] three days’ impound fees...”\n\n“And a little administrative charge!” the hairy pig added, before they both broke down in snorting hysterics again.\n\nYiff! Yiff! Yiff! He was [I]never[/I] going to be able to pay all of that!They couldn’t do this to him! Only ... he knew well enough that they [I]could[/I] do it. And if he dared to say anything else, they’d probably do more.\n\n“Okay, okay,” he said, giving them a defeated-sounding sigh that he hoped would sound convincing enough, even though he was full of panic and rage on the inside. “I guess I’ll ... just go now.”\n\n“Eeyup!” The hairy pig snorted again. “You go on now, git!”\n\nYiff! Yiffing pigs! Joe seethed as he walked away, heading along down the two-lane highway toward Pasalooska. Seethed and planned. Alright, as soon as those yiffing pigs finally got bored and left, he’d head right back to the van. He’d never be able to get that boot off, but he’d be able to get into the van and get his stuff. What would he need? Bundle of clothes, his guitar ... oh shit! And he’d better clear out his weed stash before the van got towed. They’d probably search it at the impound lot, and the last thing he needed was for them to find [I]that![/I] And then...\n\nAnd then...\n\nYiff. What the yiff was he going to do then? There was no way to get to Pasalooska from here, not with no car and no money. And there was no way he could afford to get his van out of impound even if he got there. Maybe he could walk that far by Monday if he started now? Through the goddamn desert. Did he even have a water bottle? And even when he got there ... yiff! There was no way he could pay those fines and get his van back. He’d have nowhere to sleep, no way to get out of this godforsaken state. Yiff!\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIn the end, of course, he ended up at a bar. Some podunk bar with more cockroaches than customers. The seven dollars and change in his pocket hadn’t bought enough beer to wash away his troubles, even though it was only two dollars a mug.\n\nHe’d thought of sneaking around the back of the place and lighting up a bowl from the limited stash hidden in his guitar case ... but thankfully, he’d had a better idea and grabbed something else from his guitar case.\n\nJoe wasn’t a [I]great[/I] guitar player by any means ... but these yokels seemed pretty starved for entertainment, so they enjoyed it anyway. After a few songs, some of the other customers – who before wouldn’t even talk to a [I]stranger[/I] like him – actually bought him drinks. Enough to actually get tipsy and temporarily forget about how he was now even more homeless than usual. A few more songs, and somebody had even tossed a five dollar bill into his guitar case.\n\nHe’d hoped that was the start of something and that the whole case would be full of cash by the time he was done – then he’d be able to go get his van back and things would be okay. No such luck. When the bartender yelled out, “Closin’ time!” there was still just the one five-dollar bill in the guitar case.\n\nAnd the prospect of being forced to leave the bar, with nowhere to go at three in the morning was enough to punch gut-twisting reality even through the haze of all the drinks he’d had. Yiff! His hands trembled as he packed his guitar back into its case. He staggered a little on his way toward the door. Where the yiff was he going to—\n\n“Excuse me, what was your name again, fella?”\n\nJoe turned, a little dizzily, to see an impossible apparition. The [I]lovely[/I] red fox vixen who’d been listening to him play – the only woman in the whole bar – had approached [I]him[/I] at closing time. Of all the men here, she’d come talk to [I]him?[/I] He was so surprised – and inebriated – that he could barely stammer out, “J-Joe, Ma’am.” Immediately, he mentally kicked himself. Yiff! What kind of vixen wants to spend the night with a horse who calls her ‘Ma’am’? Yeah, she was a bit older than him, but that was no excuse. She was still amazingly beautiful, tall for a fox and trim, but with the suggestion of nice curves under her puffy country dress. Did he really have so little game?\n\nThankfully, she didn’t seem to mind. “Joe... what?”\n\n“Just Joe.”\n\nShe smiled and sidled a little closer. “Well, [I]just Joe[/I], I couldn’t help but notice that you’re, hm...” She tittered a little and ran a gentle finger right down the lighter fur on his muzzle. “Your fur colors are really nice. Did you get them from your sire?”\n\nJoe smiled awkwardly, running one hand through his mane behind his head. Wow, how sloshed [I]was[/I] this vixen? Sure, he’d had more than a few himself, but under normal circumstances, he still wouldn’t try to take home somebody so wasted. But then again, this wasn’t normal circumstances, was it? Right about now, he couldn’t really afford to pass up any chance to spend the night under a roof. And maybe if he asked really nicely in the morning, she might even help him get his van back? She looked fancy. Must have money. Those fines would probably be [I]nothing[/I] for her.\n\n“My name’s Delilah Vasquez,” she said, still [I]blatantly[/I] checking him out with her gaze. “And I think [I]maybe[/I] I’ve got a proposition for you.”\n\n“A ... proposition?” He’d just noticed the glint of a wedding ring on her finger. Oh yiff. Maybe those pigs were right. Maybe he [I]was[/I] a troublemaker. Because even though he didn’t see this going anywhere but trouble in the end, he still knew he was going to do it anyway.\n\n“Mm-hm.” She brushed her whiskers with one delicate hand ... [I]not[/I] the hand with the wedding ring. “I couldn’t help overhearing that you could use a place to stay for a while. And it [I]just[/I] so happens that I have a spare room...”\n\nA spare room, huh? That sounded strangely ... long-term.\n\n“I figure maybe I could offer you room and board, if you’re willing to be my [I]stud[/I].”\n\n‘Room and board’? ‘Stud’? These country folks sure had a weird way of asking a stallion to come home with them and share a bit of horsecock. But weird or not, was he really in a position to turn down an offer like [I]that?[/I] She sure wasn't a bad-looking vixen. He’d happily hop in bed with her, room or no room. As long as she didn’t turn out to be too crazy ... which [I]did[/I] seem to be a possibility. Hopefully they had an open marriage or something and her husband was okay with such an arrangement. Joe didn’t fancy being chased away with a shotgun [I]again[/I]. Or worse, what if the kinky husband wanted to get [I]really[/I] involved? That sure wasn’t Joe’s kind of thing! But whatever. Of course he was going to take that risk. No way he was going to turn down his only real chance for a place to stay! “Um, sure,” he said. “That sounds great.”\n\nDelilah grinned wide, showing her pointy little fox teeth. “Wonderful! You need a ride to my ranch?”\n\nHer ranch, huh? Money! But... “Um, are you sure you’re good to drive?”\n\nShe laughed at him. “Relax. I make this drive just ‘bout every day. And the roads are empty this late. It’ll be fine.”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nTo Joe’s mild surprise, it [I]was[/I] fine. He’d spent the whole ride very pointedly minding his own business – he didn’t talk to or try to make out with Delilah on the way because he was pretty sure she was totally drunk and he didn’t need to be adding any distractions to the already dangerous mix. But they got to Delilah’s ranch smoothly enough. Maybe she really [I]wasn’t[/I] as drunk as he’d thought. She drove there no problem. She drove drunk probably safer than he drove sober.\n\nThey crept quietly into the sleeping house, with Joe’s ears constantly perked, listening for the slightest hint of an outraged husband – or the racking of a shotgun. But if there was anyone else in the house, they were quiet as mice. They were completely uninterrupted as Delilah led him through the hallway and to a bedroom in the back. It was kind of quaint and old-fashioned, with knitted quilts on the bed and all wooden furniture, but it looked comfy enough.\n\nTime to earn his stay, he supposed.\n\n“So,” he said, turning toward her, already feeling nervous flutters in his chest, “is it time to get started on that [I]studding[/I] you wanted?” He tried to give her his winningest smile, though he was afraid he was still a bit drunk, which might have made his words a bit slurred and his smile a bit crooked. Hopefully she was also too drunk to notice.\n\n“Easy there, pony boy.” She whisper-laughed. “Eager, aren’t ya? Why don’tcha just go ahead and get settled in? Plenty of time for that tomorrow.”\n\nHe blinked at her. So yiffing weird. Maybe she was smart enough to want them both sobered up? That made sense ... but if she had [I]that[/I] much self-restraint, why was she bringing home strangers from the bar?\n\nWell, he had no room to complain, did he? Even if he [I]wasn’t[/I] going to wrap his dick in vixen pussy right now, just having a comfortable bed and a roof over his head was way more than he’d had any right to hope for. He could wait until tomorrow for the ‘studding’ to begin. He just hoped it wouldn’t end up being some weird cuckolding thing with her husband watching and being humiliated or something. It would be weird enough being watched, but Joe didn’t know if he could do that to the poor husband – whoever he was – even if her husband secretly liked it and got off on it. Maybe [I]especially[/I] not if he liked it and got off on it. Just the thought of that gave Joe the heebie-jeebies. But whatever. If things got too weird, he could always bail. For now, he’d enjoy a warm, safe bed.\n\n“Um, sure,” he said, scratching at his mane again, “tomorrow.”\n\n“Alright then, see you at first light, stud.” Delilah winked at him.\n\nHe’d almost expected a kiss or something, but she turned and walked back down the hall without another word or another touch.\n\nSo weird ... weirdest bar pick-up he’d ever had, for sure. Even weirder than that one skunk girl who’d been into being farted on. At least [I]that[/I] kind of made sense, if you assumed that was her fetish. Also explained why she’d been cruising for dates at a Mexican restaurant. But this...\n\nShrugging it off, Joe went into the room, shut the door behind him, and shucked off his clothing bag and guitar case by the foot of the bed. For a moment, he stared at the guitar case, tempted to fish out his stash and smoke a bowl before bed. Might take the edge off of all this weirdness and awkwardness. But nah... It was still illegal here, and the last thing he needed was for some husband to smell it and chase him out of the house. Besides, Joe’s head was probably woozy enough just with the booze.\n\nAnd what about his van? Yiff it, yiff it all. Whatever, he’d worry about that tomorrow. Maybe Delilah would offer to help somehow once he told her about how unfair those pig cops had been. But he sure as yiff wasn’t going to do anything about it tonight. Time to get some sleep, if he could. ‘First light’ sounded awful early, and he’d better not have a hangover when it came time to do that ‘studding’ ... whatever that ended up meaning.\n\n\n\n\n\n[center]CHAPTER 2\nTHE RANCH[/center]\n\nThankfully, nobody burst into Joe’s room in the morning to roust him out of his bed and into somebody else’s. It was [I]well[/I] after ‘first light’ when the insistent crowing of a rooster woke him up. The bastard bird seemed to be right outside his window!\n\nBut it was just as well. What kept him from rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head was the smell of eggs and bacon wafting from somewhere nearby.\n\nAfter what happened at the gas station, he could [I]really[/I] go for some bacon...\n\nThis small, old fashioned bedroom didn’t have a guest bathroom attached, so Joe was pretty limited in what he could do to freshen himself up. Hopefully he’d be able to brush his teeth and maybe even take a shower before he was asked to be anybody’s ‘stud’. Brush his teeth... Yiff! His toothbrush was still in his van! Well, he’d just have to see if maybe Delilah had a spare one.\n\nFirst, though ... bacon!\n\nOnce he’d made himself as presentable as he could, he emerged from his room. He hadn’t been able to see much of the sprawling house on the way in, but the smell of breakfast was more than enough to guide him down the hall and to the left, into the kitchen. Already, his head was swimming with visions of Delilah cute foxy body in a cute apron ... and maybe nothing else? She’d give him a great down-home country breakfast, and he’d finally give her some of that ‘studding’ she wanted. He licked his lips, turned the corner, and—\n\nHe didn’t find Delilah in an apron and nothing else. Instead, he found a thin and scruffy-looking coyote man standing over the stove. He [I]was[/I] wearing a cute pink apron just like Joe had imagined Delilah in, but with jeans and a flannel shirt underneath. Even worse, three suspiciously reddish-gray children of various ages sat around the kitchen table, already scarfing down breakfast. They [I]had[/I] to be coyfoxes ... which meant this coyote guy was probably...\n\n“Hey!” the youngest coyfox girl said, pointing at Joe with her fork. “Daddy, who’s that?”\n\nThe man by the stove turned around, depriving Joe of any opportunity to slip away unnoticed. “Oh [I]there[/I] you are. You must be the new stud ‘Lilah was tellin’ me about.”\n\n“Yeah, um...” He bit his lip a little. Who the heck talked about ‘studding’ like this in front of their young kids? Country folk were [I]weird[/I]. “I’m Joe. Just Joe.”\n\n“Well come on an’ pull yourself up a seat at the table, Just Joe!” The coyote laughed.\n\nJoe tried to smile along, even though that joke was getting [I]really[/I] old. Maybe he needed to figure out a new way to introduce himself so people would come up with some fresh jokes about it. But he did as he was asked, pulling up a seat next to the oldest and tallest of the coyfox kids, a teen or preteen boy who kept fidgeting in his seat, even though he was putting breakfast away as hungrily as the rest of them.\n\n“Here ya go!” Coming uncomfortably close for someone Joe barely knew, the coyote plunked a heavy plate down right in front of him. “The name’s Diego Vasquez, by the way, in case ‘Lilah forgot to mention it. Though I’m sure she talked your ears off ‘n told you all about me. Oh, and this is Riley, Scooter, ‘n Meg. Say hi, kids.”\n\nJoe nodded. Actually, Delilah hadn’t said one single word about her ... husband? But it seemed like it would be rude to say so. And he waved back nervously at the three kids as they all shouted at him in unison, most of them with their mouths full. He had absolutely no idea which one of them was which, though he supposed Meg had to be a girl’s name, and Scooter had to be the boy, right? That left him unsure which girl was Meg and which one was Riley. Hopefully nobody would put him on the spot about it.\n\nAt least the breakfast looked great. Scrambled eggs with big flakes of pepper. Real home-fried hash browns. A slice of toast shiny and golden with butter. And [I]nice[/I] still-sizzling bacon, cut thick but still cooked crispy, just like Joe liked it. Not bad. Not bad at all...\n\nDiego was back a moment later with a glass of orange juice. “’Lilah oughta be along in a bit. Tends to sleep in for a while when she’s been in town. Late night, ya know?”\n\nJoe nodded along again, not sure what to say. It was hard to imagine ‘studding’ now. Was he going to be expected to fuck Delilah right in front of this amicable family man of a coyote? He could have stomached the idea of doing that with a stranger ... but the more familiar he became with Diego, the weirder that idea felt. Almost made Joe lose his appetite. [I]Almost[/I]. But he’d been living thin for too long to turn down a hearty meal just over a little nervousness. But even as he dug into the wonderfully heavy, delightfully greasy breakfast, he kept on worrying about it. How much had Delilah told her husband? Did he know what Joe was here to do? He’d called him ‘the new stud’, so he must know, right? Even if he didn’t want to watch, even having him [I]know[/I] about it felt weird. And for that matter, what happened to the [I]old[/I] stud? Just what was Joe getting himself into here? He hoped he wasn’t getting in over his head...\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nHe was almost finished with his second plate when Delilah finally came into the kitchen, her skirts swishing along the floor. “Oh good,” she said, “you’ve met Diego. [I]And[/I] you’ve already got breakfast.” She skipped over to the coyote, who was now doing dishes, and gave him an affectionate lick on the cheek. Then she turned back to Joe. “Ready to get started?”\n\nJoe gulped. The kids had already run off to do who the heck knows what, but they might come back into the kitchen at any time. “Uh ... right here in the kitchen?”\n\nDelilah laughed, uproariously, hanging onto Diego’s shoulder to hold herself up. Joe tried to laugh along with her ... but it came out as more of just a wheeze and a grin ... more of a cringe, really.\n\nWhen she’d calmed down enough to speak again, she rolled her eyes. “Ain’t ‘nough room in here, don’tcha think? And besides, we don’t let horses in the house. That’s crazy talk.”\n\nJoe looked down at himself, clearly a horse. The heck was she on about?\n\nShe quickly clarified herself: “Oh, um, no offense. Anthro horses are fine. I mean we don’t let [I]ferals[/I] in the house. They’d wreck the place!”\n\nHe blinked. Slowly. “Ferals?”\n\n“Eeyup! Got just ‘bout two hundred head out back. C’mon, I’ll take ya out to meet ‘em and show ya around. [I]Then[/I] you can get started on your studdin’.”\n\nFinally, it got through to him. “You ... you brought me out to stud [I]ferals?[/I]”\n\n“Well [I]yeah[/I].” She laughed. “What did ya [I]think[/I] I brought you all the way out here for?”\n\nHe looked at her, not able to make himself say it.\n\nSuddenly, she gasped. “I’m [I]married![/I] Did you think just because you found me at a bar you’d...” Huffing with sudden offense, she jittered in place, her hands trembling. “Did you not see this ring on my finger?” She held it up, still shaking a little.\n\nJoe shrugged. “I, uh, thought maybe it was one of those things where he wanted to, you know, watch while, um...” Yeah ... better not to say it.\n\n“I am [I]happily[/I] married, thank you very much!” Delilah hugged Diego – who had been strangely quiet thus far – close to herself. “You ... you can just [I]go![/I] I won’t have some kind of ... of ... [I]pervert[/I] livin’ under our roof! Not with the kids around! Not with—”\n\n“Easy, now, ‘Lilah.” Diego put his hands on her shoulders. “I think it was just an honest misunderstanding, ain’t that right?”\n\nJoe nodded fervently. [I]Really[/I] regretting coming out here with her now.\n\nStill rubbing his wife soothingly, Diego looked at Joe. “And remember, you were right about him. Great color, darn near perfect conformation. He’ll be a great asset to our herd. Let’s not throw him out just ‘cause of a little mix-up. Who knows when we might find another good stud?”\n\nShe looked back at him. “Auction’s only a month and a half away. We could wait.”\n\n“And miss out on six weeks in the prime of breeding season? [I]And[/I] start the next new stud off behind by near a hundred mares? You’d have to buy [I]three[/I] new studs to keep up. Have you seen the prices they’re goin’ for lately? It’s crazy. Now this guy’s here and he only wants a room and some grub... C’mon – we’ve got to at least give it a try, right, ‘Lilah?”\n\nShe sighed. Kissed him. “Alright. You’re right. I guess we can give him a try.”\n\nJoe, though, felt his mouth dry, despite the recent double-serving of greasy breakfast, the last few remnants forgotten and going cold on his plate. “Uh, yeah ... that’s nice of you and all, but I don’t know about doing that – um, studding – with ... [I]ferals[/I].”\n\n“Quit your complainin’.” Delilah laughed at him. “Pussy is pussy, right? C’mon, I’ll show you around.”\n\nStill, Joe sat at the table, his loaded fork still in his hand. His mouth hanging open.\n\nDiego came up behind him. “Get on, now, stud. You’ve got your room and board already. Time for ya to earn your keep. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a good time. Our mares are great.”\n\nNot seeing any other alternative, Joe stood up. Followed Delilah toward the back door, walking woodenly. What the yiff had he just gotten himself into? And was it too late to ask for a ride back into town? But then ... what would he do in town? He’d still be just as stuck as he was last night... [I]Yiff[/I]...\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nAfter rattling off the names of every single feral mare in the back pasture – Joe was sure he’d never get their names straight – Delilah brought him into the [I]enormous[/I] barn complex that housed them all. It was all [I]really[/I] overwhelming. Even [I]without[/I] thinking about what he was expected to [I]do[/I] with all those mares.\n\n“And this here’s Ol’ Red.” Delilah braced her hand up against the wall of the very last horse stall on the left, right next to the tack room. She looked inside. “C’mon, Red. Say hi.”\n\nJoe peeked into the stall. A gaunt, [I]exhausted[/I]-looking feral stallion [I]slowly[/I] raised his head, meeting Joe’s gaze with his tired, glassy eyes.\n\n“You’ll have to cut ‘im a little slack,” Delilah said with a shrug. “He’s darn near twenty years old now, and coverin’ all these mares for all those years has left him just ‘bout spent. His poor nuts are all dried up. Can barely take care of one mare a day nowadays, which is why we’re needin’ a new stud so bad.”\n\nTrying not to think of the horror of ending up like [I]that[/I], Joe turned away. “So ... how many mares are [I]supposed[/I] to get, um ... [I]serviced[/I] each day?” Euphemisms like that helped. Helped to think of it as something other than [I]fucking feral mares[/I].\n\n“Oh! Right!” She brightened suddenly. “I’ve actually got it all planned out, c’mon!”\n\nHe followed her to the back wall of the barn, where a big sheet of plywood had been set up with sheets of paper stapled to it, covering just about the whole thing. There were a [I]lot[/I] of names on each sheet.\n\n“Here’s our breeding plan for the season. Diego thought I was crazy for working all this out when Ol’ Red obviously can’t handle even one a day, but [I]now[/I] look at me! Prepared is the way to go, I always say! Now, we’ll have to change things up a bit if some mares go into season a bit sooner or a bit later than I’m expectin’ ‘em to, but as long as we get about ten a day, we oughta have a barn full of new foals in no time!”\n\nJoe’s jaw dropped. “Ten a day?”\n\n“Ol’ Red can still take one for ya here an’ there. The rest shouldn’t be any problem for a young stud like you!” She slapped his ass, making him close his mouth suddenly. “And Diego’ll keep ya good ‘n fed.” Even [I]more[/I] blatantly, she reached out and grabbed his balls through his pants. “Yep, nice ‘n full. And if we keep up the feed, you shouldn’t have [I]any[/I] problem takin’ care of this herd.”\n\n“Um ... thanks?” As nice as it felt to get compliments like that. Were those really compliments? And as nice as it felt to have his balls cupped by a pretty vixen, Joe brushed her hand away. Somehow – even though he’d thought only an hour or so ago that he’d be plowing her in front of her husband – it just didn’t seem ... appropriate for her to be touching him that way. Maybe because she was sizing him up like livestock instead of a potential partner in bed? The mere fact of how comfortable she was with touching him like that was making him [I]un[/I]comfortable.\n\n“Well, alright then. I’ve got stalls to go muck out.” She turned away, headed back into the depths of the huge barn. “Lemme know if you need anything, or if you need help tellin’ which mare is which or somethin’. I’ll be around.”\n\nHe took a few steps after her. “But do I just...? How do I...?”\n\nShe stopped. Turned back toward him. Rolled her eyes. “Insert peg A into slot B, don'tcha know? Don’t tell me you’re [I]that[/I] clueless.” She paused for a moment, looking him up and down. “Oh, and there’s a step-stool in the breedin’ room. You’re pretty tall, but I figure you’ll still need it.”\n\n“But...” He shook his head. That was a mistake. It made the barn spin around him a bit. “But ... I don’t even know if I [I]can[/I] get a feral horse pregnant! What if—?”\n\nShe huffed. “What if nothin’. Horse cum is horse cum. You’ll knock ‘em up just fine. Now get on an’ get started with it – daylight’s wastin’, an’ there’s a whole mess of mares out back that need seein’ to!”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nJoe felt [I]very [/I]out-of-place as he stepped into the pasture with a rope halter in one hand and all of his experience with feral horses in his other hand. There was nothing in his other hand. Completely empty. He was pretty sure he’d ridden on a pony at a fair or something once when he was just a young colt. But the memory was so vague that he wasn’t [I]entirely[/I] sure it was even real. And other than that, he’d basically never even [I]seen[/I] a feral horse. So what the heck was he doing out here with them now?\n\nWell, he was looking for ‘Dakota’, a brown mare with white markings on her face and white socks on both back legs, but not the front ... as Delilah had so helpfully described. Dakota would be his first ... [I]assignment[/I].\n\nIt was so dusty and dirty and ... rustic out here. He felt so out of place. And he had [I]no[/I] idea how he was supposed to get the halter on Dakota once he even figured out which one of the [I]two hundred[/I] mares out here was her. Was he supposed to make a lasso out of the rope or something? And how did these buckles work, anyway? It wasn’t even easy to [I]walk[/I] out here. The ground was all trodden and turned up by hundreds of deep hoofprints when it was muddy and now it had gotten all dry and hard, which made his own hooves turn at weird angles and almost made him stumble a little.\n\nAs it turned out, though, it was actually easy. [I]Far[/I] easier than he’d thought. He didn’t have to go out to the big mass of the herd and chase feral horses around. They came right to him as soon as they saw him. [I]Especially[/I] the mares in heat.\n\nOh, this was so weird! They ... they just came right up to him, putting their big, horsey faces right up in his business. One sniffed his face, another sniffed the small of his back, and one – a paint with black and white patterns all over her – just shamelessly shoved her nose [I]right[/I] up against his crotch. Oh shit... Was this normal? Well, of course they were shameless about it. They were just animals, right? Still, he couldn’t help feeling [I]very[/I] weird about it as she enthusiastically sniffed and nuzzled the front of his pants, seeming only [I]more[/I] encouraged as they – despite his best intentions – began to tighten, as the bulge in the front that every stallion has to deal with began to grow.\n\nYiff! Why was he getting turned on by this? They ... they were just animals! He shouldn’t be feeling horny just because they were a version of his same species. Of course, he’d [I]have[/I] to get it up soon ... but he was trying not to think about that. Was it that knowledge itself that was giving him such a reaction to the warm, eager ferals around him? Or was it the sight of them raising their tails, the sound of them nickering to him in what must have been an enticing way in feral language? Or was it something in the air, the smell of them? [I]Pheromones.[/I]\n\nYeah, that was it. He could just blame it on pheromones. That would work, right? That would make it okay, right?\n\nMaybe.\n\nWell, at least it was easy enough to find Dakota. She was in heat just as Delilah had predicted. Did that vixen know all of their schedules? And that meant that she was one of the most eager mares. In fact, once he spotted her and moved to put the halter on her, she turned around right then and there, presenting her ass to him and raising her tail.\n\nHe tried not to look, he really tried. But he still looked. Dakota’s pussy was just ... right there. Blatantly. Nobody trying to hide it. As he involuntarily stared, her teardrop-shaped vulva [I]winked[/I]. It spread open at the bottom, all on its own, thrusting her big heart-shaped clit out at him and showing him the pinkness between her fleshy lips. And just as they closed, a little gush of milky yellow ... [I]something[/I] poured out of her, draining onto the ground. Was that ... pee? Or was it something else?\n\nWhat he wasn’t expecting is the way the [I]smell[/I] of it affected him. The slightest whiff of that pungent scent somehow made his cock [I]surge[/I] harder. So much that he almost doubled over, hunching down because of the sudden intense discomfort in his jeans. On the verge of painful. Yiff! Usually he could control himself better than this! What about these ferals was making him slip out of his sheath so fast?\n\nWhat was worse, hunching over like that brought him even closer to Dakota’s rear end. She swished her tail, spreading her scent through the air. It was as if she knew [I]exactly[/I] what she was doing to him.\n\nBut no. [I]No[/I]. He was [I]not[/I] going to succumb to some animal so easily. Well, sure, of course, he’d [I]have[/I] to ‘succumb’ once he brought her into the barn. Into the breeding stall. But he was still trying very very hard not to think about that part. Right now, all he needed to do was catch her. Put the halter on her. Remind her that she was the animal and he was the person. He was in charge. [I]Dominate her[/I]. [I]Conquer her[/I].[I] Claim her[/I].[I] Breed her[/I]. He shook his head. No. He wouldn't listen to that traitorous part of his brain. The animal inside himself. No. He just had to get this halter on her and bring her to the barn. That was all. For now...\n\nAnd it wasn’t as difficult as he’d somehow made himself think. The hardest part was trying to walk with his huge cock so stiff inside his pants. But he pushed himself through it.\n\nOf course, the actual act of getting the halter on wasn’t easy, either. How were these things supposed to work again? He’d undone the buckle on one side, but how was he supposed to get it around her head? Once he buckled the side, he couldn’t get the strap over her nose. And even though she was being [I]very[/I] helpful, even nosing her way into the halter when he held it up – was she eager to be caught, eager to be taken to the barn? – it still took him three tries before he got it on her in a way that [I]seemed[/I] right. Hopefully Delilah wouldn’t think he was a complete idiot as soon as she saw it. If she didn’t already think he was an idiot for taking so long.\n\nLeading Dakota out of the pasture and toward the barn was easy, too. She [I]very[/I] willingly walked alongside him, eagerly sniffing his arm the whole way. The tricky part was trying to lead [I]only[/I] her to the barn. All the other mares in heat wanted to follow him through the pasture gate, too.\n\n“Wait your turn, wait your turn!” He said to them trying to shoo them away with his hands while also trying to fasten the gate closed while [I]also[/I] trying to keep hold of Dakota’s lead rope.\n\nThough ... come to think of it, if he just let go of her, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. All she wanted was to be close to him. He refused to think about why. Not until he absolutely had to. And she [I]kept[/I] nuzzling close to him, even after he’d gotten the gate latched, even as he walked her all the way to the barn. The closer he got to the barn, the slower he went. That moment when he’d have to think about what he was doing here was getting sooner and sooner, and consciously or not, he was trying to hold it off as long as he could. Dakota, though, seemed all too eager to get to the barn, pulling forward on her lead rope, urging him onward. She knew what was coming, didn’t she?\n\nJoe didn’t know if it made things better or worse that the feral horse so obviously [I]wanted[/I] it. Worse, probably. Everything about this was worse and worse. So wrong. But then ... why was his cock straining to bust out of his pants?\n\nAll too soon, there was no delaying it any longer. The breeding stall was quite conveniently the closest to the pasture. Joe couldn’t find any excuses to put this off any longer. He led Dakota into the stall.\n\nIt was larger than the other stalls, and it had a rubber floor with drain holes instead of sand and straw. On the far wall was a well-worn hook. Easy enough to tie Dakota’s lead rope to that, just like Delilah had told him to. Then to the small sink in one corner, where he was supposed to prepare a rag to ... clean her.\n\nOkay, okay, he told himself, just don’t think of it like that. You’re just cleaning an animal. Nothing wrong about that.\n\nAnd when he took care to make sure the soapy water he soaked the rag with was nice and warm ... well, he was just being nice to an animal, right? Also nothing wrong with that. And of course he also didn’t want to get kicked if Dakota suddenly felt a cold wet rag against— Nope! Don’t think about what you’re wiping, just...\n\nJust ... there she was. Right in front of him. As he’d prepared the rag, she’d spread her hind legs slightly, even arched her back a little. Her tail flagged high and to the left, showing off [I]everything[/I] underneath. His cock [I]surged[/I] in his pants at the sight of her vulva winking for him, dripping for him. Stop it! Stop it! She’s just an animal! Of course, he’d [I]need[/I] his cock hard soon. But he wasn’t thinking about that yet. Not until he absolutely had to.\n\nFor now, all he had to do was wipe her down, make sure she was clean. Delilah said it was important for preventing any chance of infections.\n\nWait... Could horses actually have STDs? Ones he could catch, as an anthro horse? He’d ... he’d never had sex without a condom on before. Never taken those kinds of risks. But of course, condoms were out of the question this time, weren’t they? That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?\n\nDon’t think about it. Just wipe.\n\nHe held the warm rag up. Gulped. “Okay ... easy now, horsie...”\n\nHe’d expected her to finch or maybe even kick when the rag touched her in such a ... sensitive spot. But no. Actually, she [I]leaned[/I] into it, pressing herself against it as he brushed it over her vulva. She ... [I]liked[/I] it. Yiff! Why’d she have to make it weird? Why did this have to make his cock so hard? He could already feel the general shape and the springy softness of her through the rag. It would be [I]so[/I] easy to [I]accidentally[/I] slip his fingers beyond the edge of the rag, to touch her directly, to [I]really[/I] feel her hot and desperately waiting pussy against his—\n\nYiff! He yanked his hand away. What the yiff was he thinking? Just a feral! Just an animal! He shouldn’t feel that way!\n\nHastily, he backed away, tossing the used rag in the bin to be washed like Delilah told him.\n\nBut the problem with that was ... there was no no more way to delay what had to come next. No more excuses. Nothing else he could do instead of thinking about the [I]real[/I] reason he was in here with Dakota. He looked back at her. She was watching him over her shoulder, her legs still spread, her tail still raised. Her pussy winked again, dripping a fresh gush of her juices to replace anything he might have wiped away. She looked [I]so[/I] hot and wet, [I]so[/I] eager...\n\nHe shook his head, forcing himself to look away. [I]The stool![/I] He had to get the stool first! That was something he could distract himself with!\n\nIt only took a moment, though, since it was already conveniently in the breeding stall. All he had to do was set it down behind her.\n\nAnd then stand on it. And then...\n\nUm... So, how was he going to do this? Should he take his pants off, or should he just unbuckle them? And should he do it before getting up on the stool or after? The idea of trying to step up onto the stool with his pants falling down at the same time wasn’t very appealing ... but neither was the idea of fumbling around with it while standing precariously on top of the stool. He could avoid all that by just taking his pants entirely off, but then what if Delilah came to check on how he was doing? Yiff! What if one of her [I]kids[/I] came in and saw him like that?\n\nIn the end, he decided it was best to climb the stool first. He could balance well enough. Not really any different than standing on the floor, right? Just a smaller place to stand. He should be able to handle it.\n\nThat distraction was enough to get him standing on the stool right behind Dakota. And that’s when he ran out of ways to ignore what would happen next. He stared at her big, juicy ass right in front of him, at her insistently winking pussy. When he unzipped his pants, his cock [I]sprang[/I] out, seemingly just as eager, just as desperate as she was.\n\nWhich left him standing there, his cock in his hand, right behind a horse. A feral horse. Who was waiting for him to fuck her.\n\nYiff... Could he really do this? Could he really fuck a feral? He ... he could always just go back to Delilah, tell her that he couldn’t do it after all, beg at least for a ride back to down ... or even just [I]walk[/I] back to town. And then what? Who cared? At least he wouldn’t be a feral-fucker, would he? Yes, he could do that. He probably [I]should[/I] do that.\n\nAnd yet ... he didn’t do that. Instead, he leaned his hips back, pressed his cock downward a little so it would line up just right, and he touched the tip of it against Dakota’s slick warm pussy lips. “Okay, horsie,” he said, a nervous little quiver to his voice, “are you ready?” He ran his other hand across the broad curve of her ass, feeling the thick muscle there, the slight groove that ran parallel to her leg. Her chestnut fur was almost the same color as his – his hand would have almost disappeared against her if not for the fact that it got lighter toward the tips of his limbs. Just like hers, really. And her fur felt just like a real woman’s. But her ass ... unlike any woman he’d ever been with. Huge and so [I]firm[/I]. He could press and squeeze as hard as he wanted, and it only made a [I]slight[/I] indentation against her. It only made her pussy wink open again.\n\nThat wink took him inside her. It was as if her pussy had opened up and swallowed the tip of his cock. He hadn’t moved in the slightest. One moment he was outside of her, just lightly touching the surface of her pussy lips, the next moment he was inside her. One moment he wasn’t a feral-fucker, the next moment ... he was. He officially [I]was[/I].\n\nYiff.\n\nThis was really happening, wasn’t it? Yiff! Well, if he was going to be a feral-fucker ... he might as well enjoy it? [I]No! No enjoyment.[/I] He was just doing this because it was his ... job or something, right? Okay, well, he’d better do a good job, right? Dakota winked again, trying to press back against him, but she was already as far as she could go on her rope. Yiff it. Stop messing around. Time to fuck this horse. Get it over with.\n\nHe [I]pushed[/I]. Dakota’s soaking wet pussy lips glided [I]so[/I] easily against his shaft. All the other women he’d ever been with had struggled to get his horsecock to even [I]fit[/I] inside them. Some had failed entirely. But now, with Dakota, his cock slid in easily. Perfectly. He shuddered as he felt the snuggling warmth of her inner walls squeezing around more and more of his length. There was barely any need to go back and forth – she had [I]plenty[/I] of wetness to make everything nice and slippery, and for once, his massive horsecock fit perfectly. It might even have been a little small for her! Before he knew it, he found himself pressing against her ass, his entire cock inside her, all the way to his sheath. He’d [I]never[/I] been that deep inside anyone before. [I]And[/I] he’d never done this without a condom before. It was ... it was.... Holy shit, this was [I]amazing![/I]\n\nHis inhibitions could go yiff themselves. As painful as it might be to admit, this was [I]already[/I] the best-feeling sex he’d ever had. [I]By far[/I]. Without a condom, he could feel [I]everything[/I]. And with a horse like this, there was just [I]so[/I] much to feel! Her entrance was still winking around the thick base of his cock, dripping her juices down onto his balls. She was so [I]warm[/I].\n\nSlowly coming to terms with how amazing this felt, Joe gripped both sides of her ass – wider than his shoulders!\n\nAnd [I]that[/I] gave him the leverage he needed to really start fucking her. Unlike the few experiences he’d had in the past, he didn’t have to hold back now. Didn’t have to worry about hurting her with the size of his horsecock. He knew that anything he could dish out, she could take. Easily.\n\nHis hips [I]slammed[/I] against the firm cheeks of her ass. His balls bounced off of her winking horsey clit. His cock stroked [I]amazingly[/I] against her inner walls. And for the first time in his life, he felt [I]everything[/I]. He’d heard guys complaining about condoms before and thought they were just full of it. Having sex with a condom on was still really good. Now he knew what he was missing – now he knew what those guys were talking about. Holy shit, he hadn’t expected it to feel this [I]different[/I]. The warm, slick wetness, every little detail about her pussy squeezing down against his thrusting shaft. Just ... [I]wow[/I]. He sure wasn’t going to last long, not like this. Feral or no feral, it just felt [I]too[/I] good!\n\nAnd, honestly ... Dakota being a feral wasn’t bothering him [I]nearly[/I] as much as it ought to. He could oh-so-easily look over the curve of her back, run his hands over the curves of her ass, grab her hips ... and just pretend that she was an anthro mare bent over in front of him. Wouldn’t look that different. Main thing was just the [I]size[/I] of her. Weirdly, her size was kind of turning him on. Some kind of deep-seated mommy issue or something? Who knew? There was just so much of her to touch, so much of her to grab, so much of her to fuck... Did her being a feral bother him [I]at all[/I] anymore? Yiff ... was that making it [I]better[/I], or was it just because it was his first time without a condom?\n\nHis pace grew erratic, pumping his cock into her haphazardly, holding it as deep as he could, only pulling it [I]slightly[/I] back so he could slam it in again. He could feel his balls tingling and tightening, could feel the tip of his cock flaring deep inside her, somewhere just below where his hands were holding at her hips. He wasn’t going to last long, not like this.\n\nDakota didn’t last long, either, actually.\n\nShe came before he did. Took him kind of by surprise. She hadn’t moaned or neighed or anything, and he hadn’t really felt her tightening on the inside before it happened. It just ... happened. As he was pushing as deep as he could inside her horsey pussy, it suddenly squeezed around him. Dakota just made a weird little grunting sound, not very horse-like. But her pussy squeezed down [I]hard[/I] around him, and she [I]squirted[/I]. Holy shit she squirted! It instantly coated his pants, spraying all over him, soaking everything in pulse after pulse of steaming hot marecum.\n\nNot even [I]that[/I] shocked him into stopping. He was so close! There was no turning back now.\n\nAnd, of course, feeling her pussy squeeze and milk his cock sure didn’t hurt. Neither did the knowledge that he’d gotten her off. He was quickly finding out that nothing made you feel like a real stud like making a full-size feral mare orgasm around your cock.\n\nWell, maybe one other thing. The thing that was coming next. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to imagine an anthro mare in front of him. He couldn’t. He just kept seeing Dakota, no matter how much he tried, the visions he imagined always morphed back into a needy, orgasming quadruped [I]begging[/I] him to fill her with his cum. To be bred.\n\nSoon, it came true. With a grunt of his own, Joe slammed his cock all the way into her and held it there, trembling as he held tightly onto her broad ass. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, pumping a prodigious load. As if it somehow [I]knew[/I] that this was finally one that wouldn’t be wasted and thrown away in a thin rubber sack. Just as he came, he opened his eyes again, looking at who was [I]truly[/I] in front of him. Somehow, it didn’t bother him at all that he was spewing his load inside a feral, an animal. It didn’t matter anymore. Yiff everything, it didn’t matter! He just jittered in place as he filled her, as he bred her, as he [I]impregnated[/I] her. Holy shit, what a feeling!\n\nEven after it was over, he stayed inside her as long as he could, clinging to her ample backside. She sure didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere, and neither was he. He just wanted to enjoy the afterglow, feel the deep warmth inside her, slowly catch his breath.\n\nOnly after his cock softened and shrank inside her did he pull out and step off of the stool.\n\nOf course he couldn't help but look under her tail as he stepped away. She was still winking. But now instead of dripping her own juices with each wink, she dripped fat white dollops of cum. Yiff ... did he really just do that? It felt so weird to know that he’d just impregnated someone. That she’d be carrying his child. Even if it was a feral, it still felt so... Wow. So strange. So ... [I]empowering[/I]. It didn’t matter that he was standing there like an idiot, still panting for breath, his fly open and his cock hanging out, his pants and underwear soaked with marecum. He’d just made a mare pregnant. He was going to be a father! A sire? Something like that. He’d done it. He’d really done it! Now [I]that[/I] made him feel like a real stud!\n\nWell, technically he [I]was[/I] a real stud now. So he really [I]should[/I] feel like one.\n\nAnd maybe he should stop staring at the cum dripping from Dakota’s pussy like a lovesick colt and instead [I]act[/I] like he wasn’t completely overwhelmed by what just happened. He could think about it later. He could feel about it later.\n\nFirst things first, he tucked what was left of his cock – what little hadn’t already retreated into his sheath – into his wet jeans and zipped them up. It was already starting to feel cold against his fur and [I]really[/I] uncomfortable, but what else was he going to do? He only had one other pair of pants, and those were in his clothing bag all the way back in the house. He sure as yiff couldn't walk all the way back there with his cock hanging out, could he? Keeping his pants on had been [I]such[/I] a bad idea ... but now he’d have to deal with it.\n\nAfter that, he moved the stool out of the way and untied Dakota from the hook on the wall. She seemed strangely uncaring about him now. For all that she’d been so nuzzly and friendly before, apparently she’d instantly gotten that out of her system. He was just another anthro to her now.\n\nWell, fine. He just needed to walk her back to the pasture anyway, right?\n\nHopefully there wouldn’t be anyone along the way to see his wet pants. It looked for all the world like he’d peed himself. Of course he could explain that actually he hadn’t peed his pants, a [I]mare[/I] had peed his pants ... but he really wasn’t sure if that made it at all better. Probably a lot worse, actually.\n\nOn the way out, he checked the list posted on the wall. Next up: Sundance. A solid-brown mare with black mane and tail. Alright? Should he get her next? Maybe he needed to recover a little first. Maybe he needed some fresh pants. With Sundance, he definitely wouldn’t be taking any chances. Completely stripped from the waist down. Maybe he’d even take his shirt off as well, just in case there was some splattering involved.\n\nHopefully the rest would go as smoothly – and be as enjoyable – as Dakota. But if there was one thing he knew about ferals, it was that you could never count on things going smoothly with them.\n\n\n\n\n\n[center]CHAPTER 3\nTHE VOYEUR[/center]\n\nAs Joe led the next mare into the breeding stall, he had to admit to himself that [I]already[/I], pretty much all of his hesitation was gone. How had he fallen into being a feral-fucker so easily?\n\nWell, maybe it was something to do with the mares. The mare at the end of this lead rope now was Sundance, a completely brown mare with no markings at all ... but while her coloring was unremarkable, her body [I]wasn’t[/I]. Slim and muscular, she moved with an easy, powerful grace that he was really envious of. And her long, narrow face seemed to show an extra little spark of intelligence and eagerness ... at least to the point where she knew [I]exactly[/I] why he was taking her to the barn and what they were going to do there.\n\nThis time, he didn’t try to deny the growing bulge in his pants as he tied Sundance’s lead rope to the hook on the wall. This time, he didn’t shy away from a little accidental touch of his fingers against her vulva while he wiped her down with the warm rag. This time, he stared openly at her winking pussy as he set the stool in place, licking his lips.\n\nAnd, most importantly, this time he remembered to take his pants [I]entirely[/I] off, hanging them over the stall door.\n\nHe walked up behind Sundance, naked from the waist down and only [I]slightly[/I] ashamed of what he was about to do.\n\nSundance herself, of course, wasn’t ashamed at all. Maybe that was one nice thing about being a feral. They never did have to feel ashamed about any of it, did they? Seemed to Joe like that might actually be pretty nice. A perk of being ‘just an animal’.\n\nOf course, to him, they were quickly becoming more than just animals. [I]What[/I] exactly they were becoming to him ... he wasn’t sure. Lovers? That was the only word he could think of that fit ... even though it completely didn’t fit. Nothing about the reasons he stepped up onto the stool behind her had to do with [I]love[/I]. It [I]did[/I] have a lot to do with the yearning pressure from his crotch and the hypnotically magnetic attraction of Sundance’s winking pink pussy, though.\n\nHe even bit his lip a little as he lined the tip of his cock up against her. “You ready for this, sexy pony?”\n\nOf course he didn’t need to ask. Everything about her told him how ready she was. Her tail lifted high and out of the way. Her hind legs slightly spread apart. Her dark-skinned pussy lips winking open to show the brilliant pink inside.\n\nAfter enjoying the view of Sundance’s ass for [I]just[/I] a moment, Joe nudged himself forward and once again felt the enveloping heat of a mare’s pussy around the tip of his cock. [I]Heaven, pure heaven[/I]. He freely explored the curves of her ass with his hands as he slowly, savoringly worked his cock deeper inside her. First, the increasing tightness of her slick entrance ... then, a few inches inside, the very tightest point of all ... then, beyond, a soft, squishy heaven.\n\nHe bent low over Sundance’s back, really leaning into it, giving it everything he had. Never before in his life had he ever felt that what he had [I]might not be enough[/I]. His horsecock had always been way too much. Now that he was with actual horses, though ... he almost felt inadequate.\n\nAlmost.\n\nBecause how could he [I]possibly[/I] feel inadequate after hearing the slight little grunting gasp from Sundance as her pussy tightened down on his cock, as she orgasmed around him?\n\nHe pressed himself as deeply inside her as he could go and held himself there as the mare beneath him orgasmed. He could feel her every spasm, her pussy desperately milking him for the cum that would quench her heat.\n\nUnlike Dakota, Sundance thankfully wasn’t much of a squirter, at least not this time. He didn’t have to worry about hot mare juices streaming down his legs, so he could just enjoy the sensations of this tight and fit mare’s pussy [I]begging[/I] him to pump her full of cum and give her a new foal.\n\nJoe was quickly warming up to the idea of fatherhood ... at least in this limited capacity. It still seemed bizarre and unreal to think of little foals running around that were [I]his[/I], but he actually [I]was[/I] looking forward to pumping his cum into Sundance, to watching her belly swell and knowing [I]he[/I] did that... He started thrusting inside her again as her orgasm faded, already pushing toward his own climax. Thoughts of [I]claiming[/I] this mare, of [I]impregnating[/I] her danced in his head, quickly driving him closer and closer.\n\nSoon, his cock was flaring deep inside her, making even the ample space deep inside her pussy feel tight and squeezing, which only drove him to cum faster. Still, though, he held out. Already, he wanted to savor this, to enjoy every possible moment of it.\n\nThat self-restraint lasted only until Sundance’s second orgasm. When she groaned in passion again and her pussy squeezed down on him, he was done. Instantly. Joe collapsed against her back, his face against her fur. His cock throbbed inside her even as she milked it for more, pumping her full of all the life-starting cum he could possibly give. Who cared if there were many more mares waiting to be serviced? Right now, there was just Sundance and his body’s instinctual need to give her [I]everything[/I] he possibly could. Again and again, his cock throbbed, pumping in yet another dose.\n\nYiff it ... he could get used to this.\n\nSlowly, he came back to himself, lying against Sundance’s back ... and mostly only because she was getting restless underneath him. She’d already gotten what she wanted. She was ready to move on.\n\nAnd, well, with the number of mares he was expected to impregnate today, he’d better start moving on, too.\n\nThe moment he pulled his cock out and cum spilled out after it, he heard an extra little gasp that definitely did [I]not[/I] come from Sundance.\n\nHe whipped his head around to the door of the breeding stall. There she was: the older of the two coyfox girls! He only saw her for a split second, before she ducked her head back behind the wall. But she was definitely there, definitely watching. How much had she seen? Was that Meg or was it Riley.\n\n“[I]Hey![/I]”\n\nJoe recognized Delilah’s voice instantly. He leapt off the stool and desperately tried to hide his swinging and cum-dripping cock from sight.\n\n“You kids skedaddle!” Delilah yelled as she jogged past the stall door. “He’s got work to do – let him be!” A moment later, she came back, leaning against the opening of the stall door. “Sorry about them,” she said, wiping her brow. “They oughta know better, but kids are kids. When somethin’s goin’ on, they always wanna be part of it.”\n\nHe still stood there, nothing covering his bottom half except his hands. Even though he’d been ready enough to show Delilah his cock last night ... right now, things felt totally different. He felt so exposed, so ... guilty. What the yiff was somebody supposed to say in a situation like this? Hopefully nothing, because that’s all he could manage in the moment. And what had that been about kids, [I]plural?[/I] Had there been more than just the one girl watching? Oh yiff ... the thought of kids seeing him doing [I]that[/I] with a feral mare...\n\nAnd to make things worse, Delilah didn’t seem to be in any hurry to be anywhere else. She sauntered right into the breeding stall with him and Sundance, looking both of them over appraisingly. “Well, looks to be like you’re doin’ a good job.” Coming even closer, she bent down to inspect Sundance’s cream pie, nodding thoughtfully.\n\nHe turned as she moved, always facing toward her, to give him the best chance of covering his messy, drippy shame with his hands.\n\nStanding back up, Delilah glanced sidelong at him. “What are you hiding? You think I’ve never seen a horsecock before? You know what business I’m in, dontcha?”\n\n“I just, um...” Still, Joe didn’t move his hands.\n\n“You seemed pretty interested in showin’ it to me when we met at the bar.” She came toward him. Uncomfortably toward him. “Why so shy now?”\n\n“I...” What the yiff could he say to that? Nothing made sense. She was right, of course. There was no reason he should be hiding his cock from her. And yet, he didn’t move his hands. He couldn’t make himself move his hands away. It just felt so wrong ... everything felt so wrong. Just moments ago, everything had seemed right in the world. He was pumping his cum in a needy mare, making her pregnant. Now, in the awful clarity of post-orgasm, all he could think about was how horribly wrong this whole situation was. What the yiff was he doing here? “But you’re...” But she’s [I]what?[/I] Why couldn’t he even manage a single coherent sentence?\n\nSmiling, she came over and patted him on the nose. “Aw, you’re cute when you blush. Maybe if I wasn’t married, I’d go for a round myself. Don’t tell Diego I said that.”\n\nAll he could do was stand there, slack-jawed and slack-cocked, staring at her as he futilely tried to cover himself. At least with the way his cock was shrinking back into his sheath, covering himself with just his hands was becoming a more feasible option.\n\n“Pretty sure the next mare on the list is Buttermilk. You can have her instead.” Delilah casually walked over and untied Sundance’s lead rope, turning her around and starting to lead her back toward the pasture. “Want me to go and catch her for ya? It’d save ya the trouble of puttin’ your pants back on.”\n\nJoe gulped. “Um ... sure.”\n\nShe smiled as she walked by, leading Sundance along behind her. “You just take a little rest now, hon. Catch your breath.” She chuckled a little. “You’re gonna need it. Buttermilk is a feisty one.”\n\n\n\n\n\n[center]CHAPTER 4\nTIRELESS[/center]\n\nJoe breathed a deep sigh of tired satisfaction as he led yet another mare out of the breeding stall. The last few days had been some of the most tiring – but also the most enjoyable – of his life.\n\nRiley – the oldest of Delilah’s kids – met him just outside the stall. “Ma said you might be gettin’ thirsty.” She held up a tall glass of iced tea, so cold that condensation was already beading around the outside of it.\n\nWell, her ma was right. This was already the fifth mare today, with plenty more yet to go. It wasn’t easy being a stud. Thankfully, the kids seemed to have gotten over their unhealthy curiosity about it. Or at least he hadn’t [I]caught[/I] them peeping again after that first time. He took the glass gratefully, then leaned up against the outside wall of the stall, holding the mare’s lead rope in one hand and the tea in the other.\n\nYeah. That hit the spot. He still wasn’t [I]quite[/I] used to how sweet they made the tea here ... but at this point, he could use all the extra energy he could get. And it was [I]beautifully[/I] cold. The barn didn’t have air conditioning, of course, so it could get pretty warm, especially when ... working.\n\n“So what’s it like?”\n\nHe looked over at Riley. “It’s sweeter than I’m used to, but [I]really[/I] nice and cold. Thank you.”\n\nShe planted her hands on her hips. “I meant the work. You know, with the mares.”\n\n“I know.”\n\nFor a moment, neither of them spoke. Impasse. Joe took another nice long sip of his tea. It really [I]was[/I] nice. And wonderfully refreshing after all the ‘work’ he’d been doing today ... and all the work yet to come.\n\nBut Riley was persistent. “Come on. Tell me!”\n\n“Aren’t you a little young for that?”\n\n“That mare you just did is only seven! I’m almost [I]twice[/I] that old!”\n\nWell [I]that[/I] was a weird argument to make. Joe looked over at the mare he’d just taken care of. A pure black mare named – aptly enough, given her age – Lolita. He ... hadn’t really thought of how old these feral mares were. Almost all of them must have been less than eighteen. But ... it didn’t really count like that, not with ferals ... right? He stayed quiet. That was probably the best plan.\n\nShe didn’t seem to be impressed with his silence, though. “Come on. I’m not even a virgin! Me and my boyfriend have done it lots of times!”\n\nHe raised his eyebrow at that. Took another sip.\n\n“Don’t tell Mom! It’s fine. He sneaks condoms from his older brother’s room.”\n\nJoe rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Then you know what it’s like.”\n\n“It’s not the same! Tell me what it’s like with a horse!”\n\nHe looked down at her again. “Why you want to know what it’s like with a horse?”\n\n“Is that girl bothering you again?”\n\nBoth of them looked up suddenly at the sound of Delilah’s voice. Riley looked like she only just [I]barely[/I] managed to keep from jumping right out of her fur.\n\n“No ma’am.” Joe held up the half filled glass. “She was just bringing that tea you asked her to.”\n\nDelilah looked at Riley, raising her eyebrow [I]way[/I] up. “Oh? And when was it that I asked you? Silly me, I must’ve forgot about it...”\n\n“I ... I gotta go do my homework!” Without another word, Riley ran off. She was out of the barn in no time flat.\n\nJoe stared at the barn door Riley had run out through. [I]Not[/I] the one closest to the house ... but it was the nearest and the quickest to escape through. “She was asking what it’s like.”\n\nDelilah huffed out a little laugh. “What kinda question is that?”\n\n“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I didn’t tell her anything. Don’t know what I’d even say.”\n\n“I’ve given her the talk plenty of times. Don’t know how much stuck. But they grow up so fast. She’ll probably find out what it’s like on her own soon ‘nough. Lord knows I sure did when I was her age.” Delilah shook her head slowly.\n\nJoe decided not to mention anything about Riley’s boyfriend and or the condoms. “Thanks for the tea, though. Really does hit the spot.”\n\nDelilah scoffed. “Don’t thank me. I didn’t have nothin’ to do with it. Thank Riley. Or thank Diego. He’s the one who made that batch.”\n\nHe shrugged.\n\nAlready, she was starting to head off to some other part of the barn. Delilah always seemed to be busy with something or other. “Well, enjoy your little break. Snow’s next, right? Careful with her – she’s the boss mare of the herd, so she won’t put up with any funny business.”\n\nThe boss mare of the herd, huh? Joe took another sip of the cold tea as he watched Delilah walk away. Quite a sight in those work jeans of hers. That sight might have gotten him all worked up and sexually frustrated before. Now, though ... now he knew he could just take it out on the next mare in line. Even if she [I]was[/I] the boss mare. Didn’t matter. In fact, getting a little worked up might help. Always helped keep him going, especially as the day dragged on...\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nSnow actually hadn’t been any trouble at all. She’d actually been a very patient and easygoing mare, with a big round ass that Joe had loved to caress while he pumped her full.\n\nJoe grinned to himself as he led Snow out of the breeding stall and back toward the pasture, his cum still dripping from Snow’s winking pussy and Snow’s juices still on his cock, despite being hastily tucked into his pants.\n\nHe stopped by the list on the wall on his way out. So ... which one was next, again?\n\nSnow’s Angel.\n\nJoe had been on this ranch long enough to figure out how their naming scheme worked. And even without the help of the name, he was beginning to know the mares enough to know some of their relationships. Snow’s Angel was Snow’s daughter, born five years ago. [I]That[/I] gave him pause. Even after everything he’d already done here, that still seemed a little ... wrong. Going straight from fucking the mother to fucking her daughter? Normally the kind of thing Joe wouldn’t touch. Just too weird. And it didn’t help that what Riley had said earlier was making him question the age of the mares, too. Even the mother, Snow, was only fifteen. Snow’s Angel was only ... [I]five?[/I] A part of him couldn’t believe he was about to do this.\n\nBut another part of him was perversely looking forward to it. Better not think about that part too much. He was only doing this because it was his ... job? Maybe he ought to talk to Delilah about getting his van out of impound. He’d definitely earned it, doing shit like this...\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nBy the time he’d gotten Snow’s Angel tied up in the breeding stall, the weird feeling in his chest was undeniable. There [I]was[/I] something fucked-up about doing this, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Not only fucking both the mother and the daughter, but also [I]impregnating[/I] them both on the same day...\n\nAnd yet, what else was he going to do? Angel was just as in heat as her dam, that was for sure. All he had to do was [I]glance[/I] at her to get her to burst out into a frenzy of winking, her pussy dripping for him as her pure white tail curved up as high as possible over her back.\n\nStill, he was reluctant. More so than he’d been the whole time, since his very first time with a feral.\n\nThis time, he took his time with the cleaning rag. Previously, he’d been getting pretty perfunctory with it, just trying to get the necessary impediment out of the way before he could dip his cock into yet another desperately eager mare. Not this time. This time, he needed all the delay he could get, to calm his nerves. And, well, maybe it wouldn’t be [I]quite[/I] as bad of a transgression if there was just a [I]little[/I] more time in between fucking the mother and her daughter? That did make it better ... didn’t it?\n\nHe still felt a little dirty as he touched the warm, clean rag to Angel’s vulva. But [I]she[/I] sure didn’t seem to mind. Her pussy winked again, and she pushed back against him, begging for more.\n\nJoe grinned a little. That [I]did[/I] make him feel better about it. How bad could this be when she obviously wanted it so much? He even let himself play around with it a little. It felt so nice to touch the soft springiness of her vulva through just one layer of the thin rag. What if he ... let his finger slip a little? Impulsively, he did. His fingertips slid against the warm, clean skin of Angel’s pussy lips, savoring every last little bit of them, still a little difficult since any hint of lubrication had been wiped away by the rag.\n\nSoon, he was [I]barely[/I] even holding the rag against her, while most of his hand simply played with her vulva. Such a perfect little teardrop shape, and so smooth. And unlike a lot of the other mares who had dark grey skin, snow’s pussy lips were a pale pink, just like her mother’s. It still contrasted sharply with the hot reddish pink of her inner walls and heart-shaped clit every time she winked it open at him, inviting him for more.\n\nAnd why not?\n\nImpulsively, he dipped a couple fingers inside her. Goddess, she was so warm inside! And the more he rubbed and toyed with her, the wetter she became. Quickly, her slick readiness spread all over her pussy lips, letting him easily rub her as much as he wanted, his fingers gliding across her smooth, warm skin and teasing her into ever greater arousal. The rag dropped to the floor between her hind legs, forgotten. Meanwhile, he felt free to explore the curves of her ass with his other hand. Angel was obviously going to have a nice big, round ass just like her mother ... but she hadn’t quite filled out yet, and she was still a lot firmer-feeling under her fur.\n\nSo nice ... how could this be wrong when she was [I]so[/I] sexy?\n\nOh yiff. What was wrong with him? Why was he becoming so attracted to these ferals? It couldn’t be [I]just[/I] pheromones, could it? When he closed his eyes and fantasized about a pussy these days, it was the teardrop shape of a feral mare, [I]not[/I] the twin bumps with a slit between of a proper anthro girl. What was wrong with him? Was this going to be ... permanent?\n\nWell, he could worry about that later. For now, he had a needy mare in front of him, waiting for her satisfaction. He’d teased her far too much already. Wouldn’t it be unbearably cruel not to give her what she was waiting for?\n\nQuickly, he took off his pants again and pulled the stool up behind Angel. He didn’t have anything more on his mind besides getting a piece of that white feral’s ass ... until he looked down at himself, at his hard cock ready to plunge into her, and saw that it [I]still[/I] had a slight sheen of Snow’s juices on it. She [I]had[/I] been really wet after all, even for a mare in heat.\n\nWas he ... was he really about to do this? Or should he pause for a moment to wipe himself down first.\n\nYiff it. Why not? It didn’t really count with ferals anyway, right? Joe grinned evilly to himself as he pressed forward. Angel, of course, didn’t care what was on his cock. She just wanted it inside her more than anything. So there was no hesitation on [I]her[/I] part. She pressed back against him, her pussy winking open ... and his tip slipped inside her with ease, aided by her own mother’s lingering juices.\n\nBy this point, Joe had already become somewhat of a connoisseur of feral horse pussy. So he was fully prepared to appreciate just how nice Angel’s was. Hm... At her age, was this her first breeding season? Was she a virgin? Maybe that was why she felt especially tight and supple against his cock as he pressed deeper inside her.\n\nShe sure wasn’t patient like her mother, though. She snorted and tossed her head, pulling against her tied-up lead rope in an effort to push herself back against him harder ... but she was already as far as it could reach.\n\nWell, why not give her what she so obviously wanted? Shuddering a little from the perfect pleasure of doing so, he pressed into Snow’s Angel. It was wonderful, seeing her pussy lips bend inward slightly as his shaft slid against them, with Snow’s juices aiding his way in and smearing on her daughter’s entrance. Not that he really [I]needed[/I] the extra help. Angel was practically [I]gushing[/I] her own juices as she winked around his cock. Despite how tight she was for a feral mare, he was able to hilt himself inside her all the way to the sheath in one long, smooth thrust.\n\nThe moment his balls pressed against her, Angel gave a little whinnying snort. Oh, did she like that? If she [I]was[/I] a virgin, she sure wasn’t shy about it. Then again, no feral ever was.\n\nAnd why should Joe be shy about enjoying it either. “Damn your pussy feels so good,” he said even though he knew she couldn't understand it. Maybe she’d understand the tone in his voice? It was certainly sincere enough. The sumptuous warmth of her pussy was [I]wonderful[/I] against his cock as he began really working it back and forth inside her. Truly one of the best he’d had so far. He squeezed her lovely ass between his hands, helping to steady him as he gave her a fucking worthy of how lovely she was.\n\nAs he kept going, though, he started to be more and more worried about how she didn’t seem to be getting off. Even after giving her his all for several minutes – which was usually more than enough for the other mares – Angel just wasn’t getting there.\n\nHe tried his hardest. He really did. Even going as far as to pull [I]almost[/I] all the way out of her and give her long, work-intensive thrusts all the way back inside. It felt so yiffing [I]good[/I]. How could it not be working? All the other mares had been so easy to get off. Was it that Angel wasn’t truly in heat? But yet, she’d shown every sign of it. He was already starting to get sweaty and honestly [I]tired[/I], but it just didn’t seem to be enough.\n\nWas it even that important that she get off? He’d heard about a female orgasm improving chances of conception, but surely it wasn’t absolutely [I]necessary[/I]...\n\nAnd yet, how could he [I]not[/I] give it to her? Angel was one of the best mares he’d had so far – so tight and silky-supple inside, and pretty hot outside too. Yeah, he was thinking of ferals as [I]hot[/I] now, wasn’t he? Well, [I]that[/I] crisis could wait for later. The problem now was that he was getting close – [I]really[/I] close – his cock was already flaring at the tip. He could [I]see[/I] it in the way her pussy lips bulged obscenely wide whenever he drew close to pulling out of her before plunging back in. He wanted to give Angel the climax she wanted, even if he didn’t absolutely [I]have[/I] to ... but how? He was already giving it everything he had!\n\nJust as he was about to be too far gone for it to matter, he remembered a certain something he’d learned with anthro partners in the past. Why did that seem like such a distant and irrelevant memory now? It wasn’t too easy in this position, but he [I]could[/I] reach if he tried: he slid his hand down between his crotch and her ass, all the way past his cock, and felt for the underside of her pussy lips.\n\nThere! Big and winking madly out at him, Angel’s clit was hard to miss. He couldn’t thrust very hard while straining to reach like this, but he [I]did[/I] rub the heck out of her clit, aided by her copious juices ... and maybe a little bit of her mother’s left-overs?\n\n[I]That[/I] did it. A slight shudder ran through Angel’s body, making her white fur stand on end. And without any sound at all, she came. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, dousing his hand with her squirt.\n\nIt was more than he could bear. She [I]already[/I] felt wonderful. He was [I]already[/I] close. While Angel was still enjoying her much-deserved orgasm, Joe’s own arrived ... and it was [I]extra[/I] potent to make up for being so delayed. It practically obliterated him. All he could do was hang on to Angel’s backside, his flaring cock pumping [I]massive[/I] amounts of cum inside her. And as her pussy squeezed down around him, it guzzled down every drop, milking him for all he had. He felt like his balls might have shriveled to nothing by the time he was finally done ... but it was worth it. Holy crap was it worth it. Angel would [I]definitely [/I]be on his list of favorite mares...\n\nFor now, though ... for now, he’d better be moving on. A lot more mares to get to.\n\nAfter taking a [I]deep[/I] breath to try and recover a little bit of his spent strength, Joe pulled out of Angel’s pussy and stepped down off of the stool. A flood of cum spilled out of her ... and he wasn’t quite fast enough to move the stool in time. He was just getting too tired for that. It got pretty splattered.\n\nOh well. He’d just clean it off. Wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last time either. The important thing was that there was one less mare waiting to be bred, one more mare happily pregnant.\n\nDoing his best to shrug off his tiredness, he set the stool aside and went to untie Angel’s lead rope. What a day.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nJoe was [I]still[/I] feeling pretty bone-tired as he led the next mare into the breeding stall. Manzanita, a small black and white paint who’d seemed [I]especially[/I] eager to be caught and brought up toward the barn.\n\nWell, good for her. Joe grinned as he tied her lead rope up to the wall in the usual spot. Always nice to see a mare with a little spunk ... before filling her with his spunk.\n\nBy this point, wiping her down was routine. But Joe still enjoyed doing it. Always nice to get to know the mare a little before getting down to business, right? He was actually pleasantly surprised when he started on Manzanita. Her pussy happened to be right on the border between one of her black splotches and one of her white splotches ... and that meant the top half of her pussy was the usual dark grey of most mares, but that ended in a jagged diagonal line halfway down, and the bottom half of it was pale pink like Snow and Snow’s Angel. Wow, a pretty unique little girl, huh? And uniquely pretty. It somehow drew the shape of her pussy lips in an even more defined way, making his mouth water almost as wet as the rag he wiped her down with.\n\nUnfortunately, that didn’t translate into having a raging boner. He’d already been through too much today. When he pulled his pants down, that confirmed it. [I]Barely[/I] even sticking out of his sheath.\n\nSo ... he leaned up against the wall instead, the same wall that Manzanita was tied to. “Sorry, girl,” he told her, “but your friend Angel left me pretty worn out. I’ll need a breather for a minute before I’m ready.” He knew it wouldn’t be [I]too[/I] long. The regular practice he was getting in this ‘job’ was already noticeably improving his stamina, but he still had his limits. And of course Manzanita wouldn’t understand anything he said. To be honest, he was probably just saying it to make himself feel better about not being ready to go for yet another sexy mare.\n\nManzanita, though, was staring at him almost as if she [I]did[/I] understand him. Which was of course complete nonsense. He was just reading too much into it, maybe because ascribing real thoughts and emotions to these animals made him feel better about fucking them. Yeah. She wasn’t even really looking up at his face anymore – instead she was more staring down at his crotch. He’d really been fooling himself, hadn’t he?\n\nShe drew closer, seemingly fascinated with him, sniffing his crotch.\n\n“Hey!” Joe tried to gently push her muzzle away, but she came right back, sniffing harder than ever. Hm... He was pretty sure that the scent of these mares had been messing with his head, but he hadn’t even thought of the possibility that [I]his[/I] scent could be affecting [I]them[/I]. Huh.\n\nHer warm breath against his crotch actually made his cock slip out a little more; her whiskers tickled him. And [I]just[/I] as he was about to push her away again and maybe move a bit further down the wall, she [I]licked[/I].\n\nIt shocked him. Stopped him from moving. [I]What just happened?[/I]\n\nIt happened again.\n\nSomehow, for some reason, Manzanita was [I]licking him![/I] Her warm, firm tongue slid against his balls, his sheath, the little bit of his cock that had already emerged. She was licking him over and over again, as if she [I]meant[/I] to. And it felt [I]good![/I]\n\nWow, after being here breeding these mares for a while, he’d somehow forgotten how good it could feel to receive a little oral attention. Or was this simply [I]better[/I] than what he was more accustomed to? Not that he’d had all [I]that[/I] many opportunities in the past, but none of them had been quite so deliberate and [I]earnest[/I] with their efforts as Manzanita here. And, of course, he’d never had it from someone whose tongue was so broad and firm before – she was able to lick his [I]entire[/I] package all at once!\n\nAnd, of course, he wasn’t exactly unaffected by it. His cock was quickly emerging back out of his sheath as he leaned against the rough wood wall, trembling in place.\n\nManzanita wasn’t shy about taking advantage of that, either. At first she seemed happy to have his expanding length flop heavily – and a little wetly – on top of her nose, but she soon started licking her way up his entire length, all the way to the tip. It would flop back down each time she reached the top, but she didn’t seem to mind at all ... and anyway, it flopped down less and less each time. Before long, it didn't flop down at all – it stuck up proudly, eagerly taking everything she could give him.\n\nAnd that really did feel even better. Wow, he’d never thought a feral would do this, never thought a feral [I]could[/I] do this. Would any of the other mares go to the same lengths to get him ready to breed them, or was this just something special about Manzanita herself?\n\nWhen things [I]really[/I] took a turn for the unbelievable, though, was that once he was nice and hard like that, she actually raised herself to his very tip, opened her mouth, and [I]took him inside[/I].\n\nWhat the yiff? What was even happening right now? How was this possible? She couldn’t really be doing [I]that[/I], could she?\n\nOh she was... And what was more, she was doing a better job of it than anybody had ever done for him before. Being a horse guy had its disadvantages, and one of them was having such a big cock. Sure, it seemed nice in theory, but in practice it meant that most girls couldn’t fit even his tip in their mouth, much less do anything more. And even if they [I]could[/I] squeeze it in, they were probably struggling so much to fit it that he mostly just felt their teeth. But Manzanita... Okay, sure, he felt her front teeth a [I]little[/I] ... but only a little, and the blunt, flat teeth of a feral mare weren’t too bad at all, even added to the sensation a bit. The important part was that she was so much bigger ... which actually made her able to take his cock [I]deep[/I] in her mouth. To the point where almost all of it disappeared!\n\nJoe was in awed disbelief. Nobody had ever blown him like this. Not [I]ever[/I]. He’d never thought it would really be possible. But now he was finally finding out what it felt like, and it felt [I]amazing[/I]. Manzanita’s long muzzle was enough to accommodate almost all of his length, allowing almost his whole shaft to be massaged by her warm, powerful tongue. And it felt so nice to be squeezed in her lovely mouth on all sides!\n\nDespite how his legs trembled, he reached down and stroked Manzanita’s cheek. She looked up at him as if she knew [I]exactly[/I] what she was doing. Maybe she did. Sure felt like it.\n\nShe didn’t even seem to mind when he grabbed hold of her halter and started using it to guide the bobbing motions of her head. Of course she didn’t mind. She was a feral horse. She was [I]used[/I] to being led around by he halter, right?\n\nGetting the best blowjob of his entire life from this cute little mare was quickly bringing him toward an unexpected climax. He could already feel himself flaring deep inside her mouth ... and wow, she didn’t even mind that, not even when he pulled the halter downward, pushing his hips up toward her, getting as deep as he could. Any moment now, he’d bust and pump his load straight into a feral’s mouth – what a world! – he could feel it coming now, the pressure the tingling, the—\n\nWait. No! He couldn’t cum there! He was supposed to be getting her pregnant! If he came in her mouth, he’d have to recover from his orgasm all over again before he could do what he was [I]supposed[/I] to do with her!\n\nHe yanked up on her halter, pulling her head up off of his cock, leaving it dripping with horse saliva.\n\nBut there was no time for that. Goddess, he was so close! He needed, needed ... the stool! He lunged for it, roughly sliding it into place behind Manzanita. He could barely make his legs work as he mounted the stool – he was [I]so[/I] close! Yes, yes, right there. Push it in, and [I]yes![/I] His cock slid into her easily, aided by her own spit ... [I]and[/I] the copious wetness she’d been winking out as she sucked him.\n\nHe barely got two thrusts in, barely even felt the inside of her pussy, before he couldn’t wait a moment longer. Sorry Manzanita, no orgasm this time. He just couldn't manage that at all right now. Instead, he hilted himself deep inside her and gave her that load that almost went into her mouth.\n\n[I]Mmhm[/I].... Cumming inside horse pussy had never felt so right. So perfect. He held her black and white hips tightly as he throbbed and pumped inside her, sowing the seeds for new foals. It might have been poetic to give her an enormous load ... but he [I]had[/I] already performed several times in a row. All his balls had to offer her was [I]adequate[/I].\n\nBut that would be enough. That would get her pregnant.\n\nAnd from the way she looked back over her shoulder at him – still licking her lips – it sure seemed like she knew that. Heck, maybe she did. After what she’d done for him, he was really starting to question his assumptions about how much these ferals understood and how smart they were. Again he wondered if Manzanita was somehow special and unique ... or if all the other ferals had the same potential.\n\nSlowly, lovingly, he pulled out of her pussy. Only a little bit of cum spilled out.\n\nAnd this time, as he put his pants back on and led Manzanita back to the pasture, he had quite the spring in his step. That had been [I]fun[/I]. And now he knew that if he was feeling down or worn out ... that maybe he should visit Manzanita for a little pick-me-up. Such a nice mare...\n\n\n\n\n\n[center]CHAPTER 5\nTHE FATHER[/center]\n\nThere. That was it. As the very last drop of Joe’s cum squeezed its way out of his cock, he rubbed the mare’s flank lovingly and pulled out of Misty – a tall and elegant dapple grey.\n\nMisty was the two hundredth mare. The very last one.\n\nSure, Old Red had helped a little, but he hadn’t even been able to cover the one mare a day that Joe had been promised. Joe had needed to pick up that slack as well, leaving him almost two hundred mares all to himself.\n\nHe stepped off the stool and admired the view of the fresh cum dripping from Misty’s pussy lips. Sure, there wasn’t much, but could anyone blame him? Two hundred mares in less than a month. It was a miracle he had anything left for Misty at all. It was a miracle that his balls hadn’t shriveled up into little raisins by now.\n\n“Not bad, not bad at all,” Delilah said as she walked in and took Misty’s lead rope from the wall.\n\nHe just grinned. At this point, it didn’t faze him at all for Delilah – or anybody working at the ranch – to see him without pants on, his cock still dripping a mixture of feral mare juices and his own cum. By now, they’d all already seen it. Even the kids. What did he have left to hide? Or maybe the shamelessness of these ferals was just rubbing off on him.\n\nJoe followed Delilah and Misty out toward the pasture. He didn’t go into the pasture with her, though – he just leaned on the wooden fence section next to the gate, looking out over the herd as she released Misty.\n\nWas it just his imagination, or were some of the mares already starting to look a little bigger around the middle? Especially Snow. Hm ... maybe even twins? He couldn’t wait to see them born.\n\nDelilah came over and looked at him over the fence. “Well, now that you’ve got your van back and every last one of these mares’ve been taken care of, I guess you’ll be headin’ out?”\n\nHe frowned a little. Looked away. Right. His being a stud was always supposed to be just a temporary thing. But after all of this, how could he go back to his old life? It seemed so strange now. Always on the road, tiny living space in the van, hardly ever showering ... and rare [I]rare[/I] opportunities to get in bed with an anthro girl. Even the idea of sex with a proper anthro girl didn’t seem right to him anymore, didn’t seem natural. Nowadays, all his fantasies tended to have four legs.\n\nLooking at him as if she could read his mind, Delilah grinned. “Maybe lookin’ to settle down for a little while, huh?”\n\n“I ... guess?” That didn’t seem right, either. He wasn’t the ‘settling down’ type ... was he?\n\n“Well, we’ll be right pleased to have the company. C’mon, supper’s almost ready.”\n\nAlready licking his lips, Joe followed her.\n\nShe turned around and planted her palm against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “Put some pants on first, knucklehead. We got kids in the house!”\n\n\nGet many more not-yet-published stories and vote on which story gets written next on my [url=https://www.subscribestar.com/dirty-little-secret]SubscribeStar[/url]! Supporters also get to decide which story I'll write next, [i]and[/i] they get big discounts on commissions!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Cover art by lizardlars. Used with permission.



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CHAPTER 1
THE DRIFTER


The moment Joe came out of the convenience store with a sandwich he could barely afford, he saw what was going on – a cop car with lights flashing parked right behind his van – he broke out into a run, his hooves clopping across the dusty concrete and his hands waving. “Wait! Wait!” he shouted, even as he saw one of the two pig officers putting a bright yellow ticket under the windshield wiper. “Come on, man. I’m right here! I’m moving it, I’m moving it!” Yiff! He’d never be able to pay that ticket!

The nearer – and hairier – of the two pigs turned to look at Joe, casually laying his hand on his taser. “Is this your vehicle, sir?” He snorted out a piggy little grunt that might charitably be called a laugh. Maybe he thought calling Joe ‘sir’ was funny?

“Yeah, yeah. I was just moving it. Please don’t—”

The other pig snorted. “You tryin’ to tell us how to do our job, horsey boy?”

“I... Um, no. I just—”

Coming closer to him, uncomfortably close, threateningly close, the hairy boar pig got right up in Joe’s face. Well, right up in Joe’s chest, anyway. The pig cop was more than a head shorter than Joe ... but made up for it with mass around the middle. “You ain’t from around here, are ya?” He gave a tusky grin.

“I’m ... I’m just passing through, and...” Joe sighed. “Look, it’s just parked in front of a gas pump while I went in to get a sandwich.” He held up the sandwich. “Everybody does that!” He looked around. The station was mostly empty – the whole two-bit town seemed mostly empty – so there were plenty of other pumps for people to use. Of the three other cars there, two of them were sitting at pumps unattended, just like his van. But of course those cars had local plates on them. As he looked, the armadillo who’d been behind him in line came out of the convenience store and headed for one of those cars. “Look!” Joe said. “See? That guy did the exact same thing, and you’re not giving him a ticket.”

“Evnin’, Aaron,” the other pig said to the armadillo man.

The armadillo replied along with a tip of his hat, making Joe a bit self-conscious about how his headband might stand out around these parts. “Evnin’, Pete. Wife doin’ better yet?”

“Nah. Still got the foot-and-mouth somethin’ awful. But thanks for askin’.”

As the armadillo got back into his car and drove away, both pigs turned back toward Joe. “This pony boy’s trouble,” the less-hairy pig – Pete, presumably – said.

The hairy pig nodded with a snort.

Pete was coming closer now, too, as if to box Joe in and prevent him from running. “I think you’ll find we don’t take kindly to troublemakers in these parts. What’s your name, horsey boy?”

“Joe.”

The hairy pig snorted again, glaring up at him with those piggy little eyes. “Full name.”

“Just Joe. That is my whole name.”

“See,” Pete said, “troublemaker! Figure we oughta arrest ‘im?”

“I’m not lying! That’s my whole name! It’s all my mom ever gave me! You can’t arrest me for that!”

“Get ‘im!” Pete shouted, already drawing his taser.

“Nah, nah.” The hairy pig – whose name Joe still didn’t know – held up his hand and calmed the other cop down. “He’s right. Ain’t done nothin’ we can arrest ‘im for.”

That sounded good ... but why did Joe still get the feeling he was about to get royally screwed over?

The hairy pig grinned. “But, seein’ as how he’s bein’ so uncooperative...”

“I’m cooperating! I’m cooperating!”

Ignoring Joe, the pig continued: “I think we’ll have to put the boot on this van and have it towed.” He grinned evilly.

The other pig snorted and laughed, snorted and laughed, as he hurried around to the back of the police car and came back with a big yellow metal contraption, which he went straight to clamping on one of the van’s wheels.

“Come on, man.” Joe shook his head. “I live in that van, it’s all I’ve—”

“You aware that livin’ in a van is illegal in this state, sir?” The hairy pig snorted again, his laughing grunts blending with those of his partner.

Actually, Joe hadn’t been aware of that. Yiff. Maybe it would be better if he just kept his mouth shut...

“All finished!” Pete said, raising his round bulk up – with great effort – from next to the van’s tire. “Better call Gus and tell ‘im there’s a van out here that needs to be towed.”

Yiff yiff yiff! Where was Joe even going to sleep tonight, with all of seven dollars to his name? Despite his best intentions of keeping his mouth shut ... he just had to know. “So, um, okay. How do I get my van back after it’s towed?”

Both pigs laughed and snorted like this was the best joke in history. Joe waited as patiently as he could manage.

Finally, the hairy pig settled down enough to be able to answer. “Oh, it’ll get towed to the county impound lot in Pasalooska.”

Yiff! Joe remembered passing through Pasalooska hours ago. It must have been at least a hundred miles from here. And how was he going to get there with no car?

But Pete was still laughing ... and the hairy pig had more to say: “’Course, today’s Friday and they’ll already be closed. Guess you’ll have to wait ‘til they open up bright ‘n early Monday mornin’.”

What?

Pete finally managed to say something through his snorting laughter: “Eeyup! And you can get your van back—” he snorted out a few more giggles “—as soon as you pay ‘em for the parkin’ ticket, plus cost of the tow, plus three days’ impound fees...”

“And a little administrative charge!” the hairy pig added, before they both broke down in snorting hysterics again.

Yiff! Yiff! Yiff! He was never going to be able to pay all of that!They couldn’t do this to him! Only ... he knew well enough that they could do it. And if he dared to say anything else, they’d probably do more.

“Okay, okay,” he said, giving them a defeated-sounding sigh that he hoped would sound convincing enough, even though he was full of panic and rage on the inside. “I guess I’ll ... just go now.”

“Eeyup!” The hairy pig snorted again. “You go on now, git!”

Yiff! Yiffing pigs! Joe seethed as he walked away, heading along down the two-lane highway toward Pasalooska. Seethed and planned. Alright, as soon as those yiffing pigs finally got bored and left, he’d head right back to the van. He’d never be able to get that boot off, but he’d be able to get into the van and get his stuff. What would he need? Bundle of clothes, his guitar ... oh shit! And he’d better clear out his weed stash before the van got towed. They’d probably search it at the impound lot, and the last thing he needed was for them to find that! And then...

And then...

Yiff. What the yiff was he going to do then? There was no way to get to Pasalooska from here, not with no car and no money. And there was no way he could afford to get his van out of impound even if he got there. Maybe he could walk that far by Monday if he started now? Through the goddamn desert. Did he even have a water bottle? And even when he got there ... yiff! There was no way he could pay those fines and get his van back. He’d have nowhere to sleep, no way to get out of this godforsaken state. Yiff!

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In the end, of course, he ended up at a bar. Some podunk bar with more cockroaches than customers. The seven dollars and change in his pocket hadn’t bought enough beer to wash away his troubles, even though it was only two dollars a mug.

He’d thought of sneaking around the back of the place and lighting up a bowl from the limited stash hidden in his guitar case ... but thankfully, he’d had a better idea and grabbed something else from his guitar case.

Joe wasn’t a great guitar player by any means ... but these yokels seemed pretty starved for entertainment, so they enjoyed it anyway. After a few songs, some of the other customers – who before wouldn’t even talk to a stranger like him – actually bought him drinks. Enough to actually get tipsy and temporarily forget about how he was now even more homeless than usual. A few more songs, and somebody had even tossed a five dollar bill into his guitar case.

He’d hoped that was the start of something and that the whole case would be full of cash by the time he was done – then he’d be able to go get his van back and things would be okay. No such luck. When the bartender yelled out, “Closin’ time!” there was still just the one five-dollar bill in the guitar case.

And the prospect of being forced to leave the bar, with nowhere to go at three in the morning was enough to punch gut-twisting reality even through the haze of all the drinks he’d had. Yiff! His hands trembled as he packed his guitar back into its case. He staggered a little on his way toward the door. Where the yiff was he going to—

“Excuse me, what was your name again, fella?”

Joe turned, a little dizzily, to see an impossible apparition. The lovely red fox vixen who’d been listening to him play – the only woman in the whole bar – had approached him at closing time. Of all the men here, she’d come talk to him? He was so surprised – and inebriated – that he could barely stammer out, “J-Joe, Ma’am.” Immediately, he mentally kicked himself. Yiff! What kind of vixen wants to spend the night with a horse who calls her ‘Ma’am’? Yeah, she was a bit older than him, but that was no excuse. She was still amazingly beautiful, tall for a fox and trim, but with the suggestion of nice curves under her puffy country dress. Did he really have so little game?

Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind. “Joe... what?”

“Just Joe.”

She smiled and sidled a little closer. “Well, just Joe, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re, hm...” She tittered a little and ran a gentle finger right down the lighter fur on his muzzle. “Your fur colors are really nice. Did you get them from your sire?”

Joe smiled awkwardly, running one hand through his mane behind his head. Wow, how sloshed was this vixen? Sure, he’d had more than a few himself, but under normal circumstances, he still wouldn’t try to take home somebody so wasted. But then again, this wasn’t normal circumstances, was it? Right about now, he couldn’t really afford to pass up any chance to spend the night under a roof. And maybe if he asked really nicely in the morning, she might even help him get his van back? She looked fancy. Must have money. Those fines would probably be nothing for her.

“My name’s Delilah Vasquez,” she said, still blatantly checking him out with her gaze. “And I think maybe I’ve got a proposition for you.”

“A ... proposition?” He’d just noticed the glint of a wedding ring on her finger. Oh yiff. Maybe those pigs were right. Maybe he was a troublemaker. Because even though he didn’t see this going anywhere but trouble in the end, he still knew he was going to do it anyway.

“Mm-hm.” She brushed her whiskers with one delicate hand ... not the hand with the wedding ring. “I couldn’t help overhearing that you could use a place to stay for a while. And it just so happens that I have a spare room...”

A spare room, huh? That sounded strangely ... long-term.

“I figure maybe I could offer you room and board, if you’re willing to be my stud.”

‘Room and board’? ‘Stud’? These country folks sure had a weird way of asking a stallion to come home with them and share a bit of horsecock. But weird or not, was he really in a position to turn down an offer like that? She sure wasn't a bad-looking vixen. He’d happily hop in bed with her, room or no room. As long as she didn’t turn out to be too crazy ... which did seem to be a possibility. Hopefully they had an open marriage or something and her husband was okay with such an arrangement. Joe didn’t fancy being chased away with a shotgun again. Or worse, what if the kinky husband wanted to get really involved? That sure wasn’t Joe’s kind of thing! But whatever. Of course he was going to take that risk. No way he was going to turn down his only real chance for a place to stay! “Um, sure,” he said. “That sounds great.”

Delilah grinned wide, showing her pointy little fox teeth. “Wonderful! You need a ride to my ranch?”

Her ranch, huh? Money! But... “Um, are you sure you’re good to drive?”

She laughed at him. “Relax. I make this drive just ‘bout every day. And the roads are empty this late. It’ll be fine.”

* * *


To Joe’s mild surprise, it was fine. He’d spent the whole ride very pointedly minding his own business – he didn’t talk to or try to make out with Delilah on the way because he was pretty sure she was totally drunk and he didn’t need to be adding any distractions to the already dangerous mix. But they got to Delilah’s ranch smoothly enough. Maybe she really wasn’t as drunk as he’d thought. She drove there no problem. She drove drunk probably safer than he drove sober.

They crept quietly into the sleeping house, with Joe’s ears constantly perked, listening for the slightest hint of an outraged husband – or the racking of a shotgun. But if there was anyone else in the house, they were quiet as mice. They were completely uninterrupted as Delilah led him through the hallway and to a bedroom in the back. It was kind of quaint and old-fashioned, with knitted quilts on the bed and all wooden furniture, but it looked comfy enough.

Time to earn his stay, he supposed.

“So,” he said, turning toward her, already feeling nervous flutters in his chest, “is it time to get started on that studding you wanted?” He tried to give her his winningest smile, though he was afraid he was still a bit drunk, which might have made his words a bit slurred and his smile a bit crooked. Hopefully she was also too drunk to notice.

“Easy there, pony boy.” She whisper-laughed. “Eager, aren’t ya? Why don’tcha just go ahead and get settled in? Plenty of time for that tomorrow.”

He blinked at her. So yiffing weird. Maybe she was smart enough to want them both sobered up? That made sense ... but if she had that much self-restraint, why was she bringing home strangers from the bar?

Well, he had no room to complain, did he? Even if he wasn’t going to wrap his dick in vixen pussy right now, just having a comfortable bed and a roof over his head was way more than he’d had any right to hope for. He could wait until tomorrow for the ‘studding’ to begin. He just hoped it wouldn’t end up being some weird cuckolding thing with her husband watching and being humiliated or something. It would be weird enough being watched, but Joe didn’t know if he could do that to the poor husband – whoever he was – even if her husband secretly liked it and got off on it. Maybe especially not if he liked it and got off on it. Just the thought of that gave Joe the heebie-jeebies. But whatever. If things got too weird, he could always bail. For now, he’d enjoy a warm, safe bed.

“Um, sure,” he said, scratching at his mane again, “tomorrow.”

“Alright then, see you at first light, stud.” Delilah winked at him.

He’d almost expected a kiss or something, but she turned and walked back down the hall without another word or another touch.

So weird ... weirdest bar pick-up he’d ever had, for sure. Even weirder than that one skunk girl who’d been into being farted on. At least that kind of made sense, if you assumed that was her fetish. Also explained why she’d been cruising for dates at a Mexican restaurant. But this...

Shrugging it off, Joe went into the room, shut the door behind him, and shucked off his clothing bag and guitar case by the foot of the bed. For a moment, he stared at the guitar case, tempted to fish out his stash and smoke a bowl before bed. Might take the edge off of all this weirdness and awkwardness. But nah... It was still illegal here, and the last thing he needed was for some husband to smell it and chase him out of the house. Besides, Joe’s head was probably woozy enough just with the booze.

And what about his van? Yiff it, yiff it all. Whatever, he’d worry about that tomorrow. Maybe Delilah would offer to help somehow once he told her about how unfair those pig cops had been. But he sure as yiff wasn’t going to do anything about it tonight. Time to get some sleep, if he could. ‘First light’ sounded awful early, and he’d better not have a hangover when it came time to do that ‘studding’ ... whatever that ended up meaning.





CHAPTER 2
THE RANCH


Thankfully, nobody burst into Joe’s room in the morning to roust him out of his bed and into somebody else’s. It was well after ‘first light’ when the insistent crowing of a rooster woke him up. The bastard bird seemed to be right outside his window!

But it was just as well. What kept him from rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head was the smell of eggs and bacon wafting from somewhere nearby.

After what happened at the gas station, he could really go for some bacon...

This small, old fashioned bedroom didn’t have a guest bathroom attached, so Joe was pretty limited in what he could do to freshen himself up. Hopefully he’d be able to brush his teeth and maybe even take a shower before he was asked to be anybody’s ‘stud’. Brush his teeth... Yiff! His toothbrush was still in his van! Well, he’d just have to see if maybe Delilah had a spare one.

First, though ... bacon!

Once he’d made himself as presentable as he could, he emerged from his room. He hadn’t been able to see much of the sprawling house on the way in, but the smell of breakfast was more than enough to guide him down the hall and to the left, into the kitchen. Already, his head was swimming with visions of Delilah cute foxy body in a cute apron ... and maybe nothing else? She’d give him a great down-home country breakfast, and he’d finally give her some of that ‘studding’ she wanted. He licked his lips, turned the corner, and—

He didn’t find Delilah in an apron and nothing else. Instead, he found a thin and scruffy-looking coyote man standing over the stove. He was wearing a cute pink apron just like Joe had imagined Delilah in, but with jeans and a flannel shirt underneath. Even worse, three suspiciously reddish-gray children of various ages sat around the kitchen table, already scarfing down breakfast. They had to be coyfoxes ... which meant this coyote guy was probably...

“Hey!” the youngest coyfox girl said, pointing at Joe with her fork. “Daddy, who’s that?”

The man by the stove turned around, depriving Joe of any opportunity to slip away unnoticed. “Oh there you are. You must be the new stud ‘Lilah was tellin’ me about.”

“Yeah, um...” He bit his lip a little. Who the heck talked about ‘studding’ like this in front of their young kids? Country folk were weird. “I’m Joe. Just Joe.”

“Well come on an’ pull yourself up a seat at the table, Just Joe!” The coyote laughed.

Joe tried to smile along, even though that joke was getting really old. Maybe he needed to figure out a new way to introduce himself so people would come up with some fresh jokes about it. But he did as he was asked, pulling up a seat next to the oldest and tallest of the coyfox kids, a teen or preteen boy who kept fidgeting in his seat, even though he was putting breakfast away as hungrily as the rest of them.

“Here ya go!” Coming uncomfortably close for someone Joe barely knew, the coyote plunked a heavy plate down right in front of him. “The name’s Diego Vasquez, by the way, in case ‘Lilah forgot to mention it. Though I’m sure she talked your ears off ‘n told you all about me. Oh, and this is Riley, Scooter, ‘n Meg. Say hi, kids.”

Joe nodded. Actually, Delilah hadn’t said one single word about her ... husband? But it seemed like it would be rude to say so. And he waved back nervously at the three kids as they all shouted at him in unison, most of them with their mouths full. He had absolutely no idea which one of them was which, though he supposed Meg had to be a girl’s name, and Scooter had to be the boy, right? That left him unsure which girl was Meg and which one was Riley. Hopefully nobody would put him on the spot about it.

At least the breakfast looked great. Scrambled eggs with big flakes of pepper. Real home-fried hash browns. A slice of toast shiny and golden with butter. And nice still-sizzling bacon, cut thick but still cooked crispy, just like Joe liked it. Not bad. Not bad at all...

Diego was back a moment later with a glass of orange juice. “’Lilah oughta be along in a bit. Tends to sleep in for a while when she’s been in town. Late night, ya know?”

Joe nodded along again, not sure what to say. It was hard to imagine ‘studding’ now. Was he going to be expected to fuck Delilah right in front of this amicable family man of a coyote? He could have stomached the idea of doing that with a stranger ... but the more familiar he became with Diego, the weirder that idea felt. Almost made Joe lose his appetite. Almost. But he’d been living thin for too long to turn down a hearty meal just over a little nervousness. But even as he dug into the wonderfully heavy, delightfully greasy breakfast, he kept on worrying about it. How much had Delilah told her husband? Did he know what Joe was here to do? He’d called him ‘the new stud’, so he must know, right? Even if he didn’t want to watch, even having him know about it felt weird. And for that matter, what happened to the old stud? Just what was Joe getting himself into here? He hoped he wasn’t getting in over his head...

* * *


He was almost finished with his second plate when Delilah finally came into the kitchen, her skirts swishing along the floor. “Oh good,” she said, “you’ve met Diego. And you’ve already got breakfast.” She skipped over to the coyote, who was now doing dishes, and gave him an affectionate lick on the cheek. Then she turned back to Joe. “Ready to get started?”

Joe gulped. The kids had already run off to do who the heck knows what, but they might come back into the kitchen at any time. “Uh ... right here in the kitchen?”

Delilah laughed, uproariously, hanging onto Diego’s shoulder to hold herself up. Joe tried to laugh along with her ... but it came out as more of just a wheeze and a grin ... more of a cringe, really.

When she’d calmed down enough to speak again, she rolled her eyes. “Ain’t ‘nough room in here, don’tcha think? And besides, we don’t let horses in the house. That’s crazy talk.”

Joe looked down at himself, clearly a horse. The heck was she on about?

She quickly clarified herself: “Oh, um, no offense. Anthro horses are fine. I mean we don’t let ferals in the house. They’d wreck the place!”

He blinked. Slowly. “Ferals?”

“Eeyup! Got just ‘bout two hundred head out back. C’mon, I’ll take ya out to meet ‘em and show ya around. Then you can get started on your studdin’.”

Finally, it got through to him. “You ... you brought me out to stud ferals?”

“Well yeah.” She laughed. “What did ya think I brought you all the way out here for?”

He looked at her, not able to make himself say it.

Suddenly, she gasped. “I’m married! Did you think just because you found me at a bar you’d...” Huffing with sudden offense, she jittered in place, her hands trembling. “Did you not see this ring on my finger?” She held it up, still shaking a little.

Joe shrugged. “I, uh, thought maybe it was one of those things where he wanted to, you know, watch while, um...” Yeah ... better not to say it.

“I am happily married, thank you very much!” Delilah hugged Diego – who had been strangely quiet thus far – close to herself. “You ... you can just go! I won’t have some kind of ... of ... pervert livin’ under our roof! Not with the kids around! Not with—”

“Easy, now, ‘Lilah.” Diego put his hands on her shoulders. “I think it was just an honest misunderstanding, ain’t that right?”

Joe nodded fervently. Really regretting coming out here with her now.

Still rubbing his wife soothingly, Diego looked at Joe. “And remember, you were right about him. Great color, darn near perfect conformation. He’ll be a great asset to our herd. Let’s not throw him out just ‘cause of a little mix-up. Who knows when we might find another good stud?”

She looked back at him. “Auction’s only a month and a half away. We could wait.”

“And miss out on six weeks in the prime of breeding season? And start the next new stud off behind by near a hundred mares? You’d have to buy three new studs to keep up. Have you seen the prices they’re goin’ for lately? It’s crazy. Now this guy’s here and he only wants a room and some grub... C’mon – we’ve got to at least give it a try, right, ‘Lilah?”

She sighed. Kissed him. “Alright. You’re right. I guess we can give him a try.”

Joe, though, felt his mouth dry, despite the recent double-serving of greasy breakfast, the last few remnants forgotten and going cold on his plate. “Uh, yeah ... that’s nice of you and all, but I don’t know about doing that – um, studding – with ... ferals.”

“Quit your complainin’.” Delilah laughed at him. “Pussy is pussy, right? C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

Still, Joe sat at the table, his loaded fork still in his hand. His mouth hanging open.

Diego came up behind him. “Get on, now, stud. You’ve got your room and board already. Time for ya to earn your keep. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll have a good time. Our mares are great.”

Not seeing any other alternative, Joe stood up. Followed Delilah toward the back door, walking woodenly. What the yiff had he just gotten himself into? And was it too late to ask for a ride back into town? But then ... what would he do in town? He’d still be just as stuck as he was last night... Yiff...

* * *


After rattling off the names of every single feral mare in the back pasture – Joe was sure he’d never get their names straight – Delilah brought him into the enormous barn complex that housed them all. It was all really overwhelming. Even without thinking about what he was expected to do with all those mares.

“And this here’s Ol’ Red.” Delilah braced her hand up against the wall of the very last horse stall on the left, right next to the tack room. She looked inside. “C’mon, Red. Say hi.”

Joe peeked into the stall. A gaunt, exhausted-looking feral stallion slowly raised his head, meeting Joe’s gaze with his tired, glassy eyes.

“You’ll have to cut ‘im a little slack,” Delilah said with a shrug. “He’s darn near twenty years old now, and coverin’ all these mares for all those years has left him just ‘bout spent. His poor nuts are all dried up. Can barely take care of one mare a day nowadays, which is why we’re needin’ a new stud so bad.”

Trying not to think of the horror of ending up like that, Joe turned away. “So ... how many mares are supposed to get, um ... serviced each day?” Euphemisms like that helped. Helped to think of it as something other than fucking feral mares.

“Oh! Right!” She brightened suddenly. “I’ve actually got it all planned out, c’mon!”

He followed her to the back wall of the barn, where a big sheet of plywood had been set up with sheets of paper stapled to it, covering just about the whole thing. There were a lot of names on each sheet.

“Here’s our breeding plan for the season. Diego thought I was crazy for working all this out when Ol’ Red obviously can’t handle even one a day, but now look at me! Prepared is the way to go, I always say! Now, we’ll have to change things up a bit if some mares go into season a bit sooner or a bit later than I’m expectin’ ‘em to, but as long as we get about ten a day, we oughta have a barn full of new foals in no time!”

Joe’s jaw dropped. “Ten a day?”

“Ol’ Red can still take one for ya here an’ there. The rest shouldn’t be any problem for a young stud like you!” She slapped his ass, making him close his mouth suddenly. “And Diego’ll keep ya good ‘n fed.” Even more blatantly, she reached out and grabbed his balls through his pants. “Yep, nice ‘n full. And if we keep up the feed, you shouldn’t have any problem takin’ care of this herd.”

“Um ... thanks?” As nice as it felt to get compliments like that. Were those really compliments? And as nice as it felt to have his balls cupped by a pretty vixen, Joe brushed her hand away. Somehow – even though he’d thought only an hour or so ago that he’d be plowing her in front of her husband – it just didn’t seem ... appropriate for her to be touching him that way. Maybe because she was sizing him up like livestock instead of a potential partner in bed? The mere fact of how comfortable she was with touching him like that was making him uncomfortable.

“Well, alright then. I’ve got stalls to go muck out.” She turned away, headed back into the depths of the huge barn. “Lemme know if you need anything, or if you need help tellin’ which mare is which or somethin’. I’ll be around.”

He took a few steps after her. “But do I just...? How do I...?”

She stopped. Turned back toward him. Rolled her eyes. “Insert peg A into slot B, don'tcha know? Don’t tell me you’re that clueless.” She paused for a moment, looking him up and down. “Oh, and there’s a step-stool in the breedin’ room. You’re pretty tall, but I figure you’ll still need it.”

“But...” He shook his head. That was a mistake. It made the barn spin around him a bit. “But ... I don’t even know if I can get a feral horse pregnant! What if—?”

She huffed. “What if nothin’. Horse cum is horse cum. You’ll knock ‘em up just fine. Now get on an’ get started with it – daylight’s wastin’, an’ there’s a whole mess of mares out back that need seein’ to!”

* * *


Joe felt very out-of-place as he stepped into the pasture with a rope halter in one hand and all of his experience with feral horses in his other hand. There was nothing in his other hand. Completely empty. He was pretty sure he’d ridden on a pony at a fair or something once when he was just a young colt. But the memory was so vague that he wasn’t entirely sure it was even real. And other than that, he’d basically never even seen a feral horse. So what the heck was he doing out here with them now?

Well, he was looking for ‘Dakota’, a brown mare with white markings on her face and white socks on both back legs, but not the front ... as Delilah had so helpfully described. Dakota would be his first ... assignment.

It was so dusty and dirty and ... rustic out here. He felt so out of place. And he had no idea how he was supposed to get the halter on Dakota once he even figured out which one of the two hundred mares out here was her. Was he supposed to make a lasso out of the rope or something? And how did these buckles work, anyway? It wasn’t even easy to walk out here. The ground was all trodden and turned up by hundreds of deep hoofprints when it was muddy and now it had gotten all dry and hard, which made his own hooves turn at weird angles and almost made him stumble a little.

As it turned out, though, it was actually easy. Far easier than he’d thought. He didn’t have to go out to the big mass of the herd and chase feral horses around. They came right to him as soon as they saw him. Especially the mares in heat.

Oh, this was so weird! They ... they just came right up to him, putting their big, horsey faces right up in his business. One sniffed his face, another sniffed the small of his back, and one – a paint with black and white patterns all over her – just shamelessly shoved her nose right up against his crotch. Oh shit... Was this normal? Well, of course they were shameless about it. They were just animals, right? Still, he couldn’t help feeling very weird about it as she enthusiastically sniffed and nuzzled the front of his pants, seeming only more encouraged as they – despite his best intentions – began to tighten, as the bulge in the front that every stallion has to deal with began to grow.

Yiff! Why was he getting turned on by this? They ... they were just animals! He shouldn’t be feeling horny just because they were a version of his same species. Of course, he’d have to get it up soon ... but he was trying not to think about that. Was it that knowledge itself that was giving him such a reaction to the warm, eager ferals around him? Or was it the sight of them raising their tails, the sound of them nickering to him in what must have been an enticing way in feral language? Or was it something in the air, the smell of them? Pheromones.

Yeah, that was it. He could just blame it on pheromones. That would work, right? That would make it okay, right?

Maybe.

Well, at least it was easy enough to find Dakota. She was in heat just as Delilah had predicted. Did that vixen know all of their schedules? And that meant that she was one of the most eager mares. In fact, once he spotted her and moved to put the halter on her, she turned around right then and there, presenting her ass to him and raising her tail.

He tried not to look, he really tried. But he still looked. Dakota’s pussy was just ... right there. Blatantly. Nobody trying to hide it. As he involuntarily stared, her teardrop-shaped vulva winked. It spread open at the bottom, all on its own, thrusting her big heart-shaped clit out at him and showing him the pinkness between her fleshy lips. And just as they closed, a little gush of milky yellow ... something poured out of her, draining onto the ground. Was that ... pee? Or was it something else?

What he wasn’t expecting is the way the smell of it affected him. The slightest whiff of that pungent scent somehow made his cock surge harder. So much that he almost doubled over, hunching down because of the sudden intense discomfort in his jeans. On the verge of painful. Yiff! Usually he could control himself better than this! What about these ferals was making him slip out of his sheath so fast?

What was worse, hunching over like that brought him even closer to Dakota’s rear end. She swished her tail, spreading her scent through the air. It was as if she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

But no. No. He was not going to succumb to some animal so easily. Well, sure, of course, he’d have to ‘succumb’ once he brought her into the barn. Into the breeding stall. But he was still trying very very hard not to think about that part. Right now, all he needed to do was catch her. Put the halter on her. Remind her that she was the animal and he was the person. He was in charge. Dominate her. Conquer her. Claim her. Breed her. He shook his head. No. He wouldn't listen to that traitorous part of his brain. The animal inside himself. No. He just had to get this halter on her and bring her to the barn. That was all. For now...

And it wasn’t as difficult as he’d somehow made himself think. The hardest part was trying to walk with his huge cock so stiff inside his pants. But he pushed himself through it.

Of course, the actual act of getting the halter on wasn’t easy, either. How were these things supposed to work again? He’d undone the buckle on one side, but how was he supposed to get it around her head? Once he buckled the side, he couldn’t get the strap over her nose. And even though she was being very helpful, even nosing her way into the halter when he held it up – was she eager to be caught, eager to be taken to the barn? – it still took him three tries before he got it on her in a way that seemed right. Hopefully Delilah wouldn’t think he was a complete idiot as soon as she saw it. If she didn’t already think he was an idiot for taking so long.

Leading Dakota out of the pasture and toward the barn was easy, too. She very willingly walked alongside him, eagerly sniffing his arm the whole way. The tricky part was trying to lead only her to the barn. All the other mares in heat wanted to follow him through the pasture gate, too.

“Wait your turn, wait your turn!” He said to them trying to shoo them away with his hands while also trying to fasten the gate closed while also trying to keep hold of Dakota’s lead rope.

Though ... come to think of it, if he just let go of her, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. All she wanted was to be close to him. He refused to think about why. Not until he absolutely had to. And she kept nuzzling close to him, even after he’d gotten the gate latched, even as he walked her all the way to the barn. The closer he got to the barn, the slower he went. That moment when he’d have to think about what he was doing here was getting sooner and sooner, and consciously or not, he was trying to hold it off as long as he could. Dakota, though, seemed all too eager to get to the barn, pulling forward on her lead rope, urging him onward. She knew what was coming, didn’t she?

Joe didn’t know if it made things better or worse that the feral horse so obviously wanted it. Worse, probably. Everything about this was worse and worse. So wrong. But then ... why was his cock straining to bust out of his pants?

All too soon, there was no delaying it any longer. The breeding stall was quite conveniently the closest to the pasture. Joe couldn’t find any excuses to put this off any longer. He led Dakota into the stall.

It was larger than the other stalls, and it had a rubber floor with drain holes instead of sand and straw. On the far wall was a well-worn hook. Easy enough to tie Dakota’s lead rope to that, just like Delilah had told him to. Then to the small sink in one corner, where he was supposed to prepare a rag to ... clean her.

Okay, okay, he told himself, just don’t think of it like that. You’re just cleaning an animal. Nothing wrong about that.

And when he took care to make sure the soapy water he soaked the rag with was nice and warm ... well, he was just being nice to an animal, right? Also nothing wrong with that. And of course he also didn’t want to get kicked if Dakota suddenly felt a cold wet rag against— Nope! Don’t think about what you’re wiping, just...

Just ... there she was. Right in front of him. As he’d prepared the rag, she’d spread her hind legs slightly, even arched her back a little. Her tail flagged high and to the left, showing off everything underneath. His cock surged in his pants at the sight of her vulva winking for him, dripping for him. Stop it! Stop it! She’s just an animal! Of course, he’d need his cock hard soon. But he wasn’t thinking about that yet. Not until he absolutely had to.

For now, all he had to do was wipe her down, make sure she was clean. Delilah said it was important for preventing any chance of infections.

Wait... Could horses actually have STDs? Ones he could catch, as an anthro horse? He’d ... he’d never had sex without a condom on before. Never taken those kinds of risks. But of course, condoms were out of the question this time, weren’t they? That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?

Don’t think about it. Just wipe.

He held the warm rag up. Gulped. “Okay ... easy now, horsie...”

He’d expected her to finch or maybe even kick when the rag touched her in such a ... sensitive spot. But no. Actually, she leaned into it, pressing herself against it as he brushed it over her vulva. She ... liked it. Yiff! Why’d she have to make it weird? Why did this have to make his cock so hard? He could already feel the general shape and the springy softness of her through the rag. It would be so easy to accidentally slip his fingers beyond the edge of the rag, to touch her directly, to really feel her hot and desperately waiting pussy against his—

Yiff! He yanked his hand away. What the yiff was he thinking? Just a feral! Just an animal! He shouldn’t feel that way!

Hastily, he backed away, tossing the used rag in the bin to be washed like Delilah told him.

But the problem with that was ... there was no no more way to delay what had to come next. No more excuses. Nothing else he could do instead of thinking about the real reason he was in here with Dakota. He looked back at her. She was watching him over her shoulder, her legs still spread, her tail still raised. Her pussy winked again, dripping a fresh gush of her juices to replace anything he might have wiped away. She looked so hot and wet, so eager...

He shook his head, forcing himself to look away. The stool! He had to get the stool first! That was something he could distract himself with!

It only took a moment, though, since it was already conveniently in the breeding stall. All he had to do was set it down behind her.

And then stand on it. And then...

Um... So, how was he going to do this? Should he take his pants off, or should he just unbuckle them? And should he do it before getting up on the stool or after? The idea of trying to step up onto the stool with his pants falling down at the same time wasn’t very appealing ... but neither was the idea of fumbling around with it while standing precariously on top of the stool. He could avoid all that by just taking his pants entirely off, but then what if Delilah came to check on how he was doing? Yiff! What if one of her kids came in and saw him like that?

In the end, he decided it was best to climb the stool first. He could balance well enough. Not really any different than standing on the floor, right? Just a smaller place to stand. He should be able to handle it.

That distraction was enough to get him standing on the stool right behind Dakota. And that’s when he ran out of ways to ignore what would happen next. He stared at her big, juicy ass right in front of him, at her insistently winking pussy. When he unzipped his pants, his cock sprang out, seemingly just as eager, just as desperate as she was.

Which left him standing there, his cock in his hand, right behind a horse. A feral horse. Who was waiting for him to fuck her.

Yiff... Could he really do this? Could he really fuck a feral? He ... he could always just go back to Delilah, tell her that he couldn’t do it after all, beg at least for a ride back to down ... or even just walk back to town. And then what? Who cared? At least he wouldn’t be a feral-fucker, would he? Yes, he could do that. He probably should do that.

And yet ... he didn’t do that. Instead, he leaned his hips back, pressed his cock downward a little so it would line up just right, and he touched the tip of it against Dakota’s slick warm pussy lips. “Okay, horsie,” he said, a nervous little quiver to his voice, “are you ready?” He ran his other hand across the broad curve of her ass, feeling the thick muscle there, the slight groove that ran parallel to her leg. Her chestnut fur was almost the same color as his – his hand would have almost disappeared against her if not for the fact that it got lighter toward the tips of his limbs. Just like hers, really. And her fur felt just like a real woman’s. But her ass ... unlike any woman he’d ever been with. Huge and so firm. He could press and squeeze as hard as he wanted, and it only made a slight indentation against her. It only made her pussy wink open again.

That wink took him inside her. It was as if her pussy had opened up and swallowed the tip of his cock. He hadn’t moved in the slightest. One moment he was outside of her, just lightly touching the surface of her pussy lips, the next moment he was inside her. One moment he wasn’t a feral-fucker, the next moment ... he was. He officially was.

Yiff.

This was really happening, wasn’t it? Yiff! Well, if he was going to be a feral-fucker ... he might as well enjoy it? No! No enjoyment. He was just doing this because it was his ... job or something, right? Okay, well, he’d better do a good job, right? Dakota winked again, trying to press back against him, but she was already as far as she could go on her rope. Yiff it. Stop messing around. Time to fuck this horse. Get it over with.

He pushed. Dakota’s soaking wet pussy lips glided so easily against his shaft. All the other women he’d ever been with had struggled to get his horsecock to even fit inside them. Some had failed entirely. But now, with Dakota, his cock slid in easily. Perfectly. He shuddered as he felt the snuggling warmth of her inner walls squeezing around more and more of his length. There was barely any need to go back and forth – she had plenty of wetness to make everything nice and slippery, and for once, his massive horsecock fit perfectly. It might even have been a little small for her! Before he knew it, he found himself pressing against her ass, his entire cock inside her, all the way to his sheath. He’d never been that deep inside anyone before. And he’d never done this without a condom before. It was ... it was.... Holy shit, this was amazing!

His inhibitions could go yiff themselves. As painful as it might be to admit, this was already the best-feeling sex he’d ever had. By far. Without a condom, he could feel everything. And with a horse like this, there was just so much to feel! Her entrance was still winking around the thick base of his cock, dripping her juices down onto his balls. She was so warm.

Slowly coming to terms with how amazing this felt, Joe gripped both sides of her ass – wider than his shoulders!

And that gave him the leverage he needed to really start fucking her. Unlike the few experiences he’d had in the past, he didn’t have to hold back now. Didn’t have to worry about hurting her with the size of his horsecock. He knew that anything he could dish out, she could take. Easily.

His hips slammed against the firm cheeks of her ass. His balls bounced off of her winking horsey clit. His cock stroked amazingly against her inner walls. And for the first time in his life, he felt everything. He’d heard guys complaining about condoms before and thought they were just full of it. Having sex with a condom on was still really good. Now he knew what he was missing – now he knew what those guys were talking about. Holy shit, he hadn’t expected it to feel this different. The warm, slick wetness, every little detail about her pussy squeezing down against his thrusting shaft. Just ... wow. He sure wasn’t going to last long, not like this. Feral or no feral, it just felt too good!

And, honestly ... Dakota being a feral wasn’t bothering him nearly as much as it ought to. He could oh-so-easily look over the curve of her back, run his hands over the curves of her ass, grab her hips ... and just pretend that she was an anthro mare bent over in front of him. Wouldn’t look that different. Main thing was just the size of her. Weirdly, her size was kind of turning him on. Some kind of deep-seated mommy issue or something? Who knew? There was just so much of her to touch, so much of her to grab, so much of her to fuck... Did her being a feral bother him at all anymore? Yiff ... was that making it better, or was it just because it was his first time without a condom?

His pace grew erratic, pumping his cock into her haphazardly, holding it as deep as he could, only pulling it slightly back so he could slam it in again. He could feel his balls tingling and tightening, could feel the tip of his cock flaring deep inside her, somewhere just below where his hands were holding at her hips. He wasn’t going to last long, not like this.

Dakota didn’t last long, either, actually.

She came before he did. Took him kind of by surprise. She hadn’t moaned or neighed or anything, and he hadn’t really felt her tightening on the inside before it happened. It just ... happened. As he was pushing as deep as he could inside her horsey pussy, it suddenly squeezed around him. Dakota just made a weird little grunting sound, not very horse-like. But her pussy squeezed down hard around him, and she squirted. Holy shit she squirted! It instantly coated his pants, spraying all over him, soaking everything in pulse after pulse of steaming hot marecum.

Not even that shocked him into stopping. He was so close! There was no turning back now.

And, of course, feeling her pussy squeeze and milk his cock sure didn’t hurt. Neither did the knowledge that he’d gotten her off. He was quickly finding out that nothing made you feel like a real stud like making a full-size feral mare orgasm around your cock.

Well, maybe one other thing. The thing that was coming next. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to imagine an anthro mare in front of him. He couldn’t. He just kept seeing Dakota, no matter how much he tried, the visions he imagined always morphed back into a needy, orgasming quadruped begging him to fill her with his cum. To be bred.

Soon, it came true. With a grunt of his own, Joe slammed his cock all the way into her and held it there, trembling as he held tightly onto her broad ass. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, pumping a prodigious load. As if it somehow knew that this was finally one that wouldn’t be wasted and thrown away in a thin rubber sack. Just as he came, he opened his eyes again, looking at who was truly in front of him. Somehow, it didn’t bother him at all that he was spewing his load inside a feral, an animal. It didn’t matter anymore. Yiff everything, it didn’t matter! He just jittered in place as he filled her, as he bred her, as he impregnated her. Holy shit, what a feeling!

Even after it was over, he stayed inside her as long as he could, clinging to her ample backside. She sure didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere, and neither was he. He just wanted to enjoy the afterglow, feel the deep warmth inside her, slowly catch his breath.

Only after his cock softened and shrank inside her did he pull out and step off of the stool.

Of course he couldn't help but look under her tail as he stepped away. She was still winking. But now instead of dripping her own juices with each wink, she dripped fat white dollops of cum. Yiff ... did he really just do that? It felt so weird to know that he’d just impregnated someone. That she’d be carrying his child. Even if it was a feral, it still felt so... Wow. So strange. So ... empowering. It didn’t matter that he was standing there like an idiot, still panting for breath, his fly open and his cock hanging out, his pants and underwear soaked with marecum. He’d just made a mare pregnant. He was going to be a father! A sire? Something like that. He’d done it. He’d really done it! Now that made him feel like a real stud!

Well, technically he was a real stud now. So he really should feel like one.

And maybe he should stop staring at the cum dripping from Dakota’s pussy like a lovesick colt and instead act like he wasn’t completely overwhelmed by what just happened. He could think about it later. He could feel about it later.

First things first, he tucked what was left of his cock – what little hadn’t already retreated into his sheath – into his wet jeans and zipped them up. It was already starting to feel cold against his fur and really uncomfortable, but what else was he going to do? He only had one other pair of pants, and those were in his clothing bag all the way back in the house. He sure as yiff couldn't walk all the way back there with his cock hanging out, could he? Keeping his pants on had been such a bad idea ... but now he’d have to deal with it.

After that, he moved the stool out of the way and untied Dakota from the hook on the wall. She seemed strangely uncaring about him now. For all that she’d been so nuzzly and friendly before, apparently she’d instantly gotten that out of her system. He was just another anthro to her now.

Well, fine. He just needed to walk her back to the pasture anyway, right?

Hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone along the way to see his wet pants. It looked for all the world like he’d peed himself. Of course he could explain that actually he hadn’t peed his pants, a mare had peed his pants ... but he really wasn’t sure if that made it at all better. Probably a lot worse, actually.

On the way out, he checked the list posted on the wall. Next up: Sundance. A solid-brown mare with black mane and tail. Alright? Should he get her next? Maybe he needed to recover a little first. Maybe he needed some fresh pants. With Sundance, he definitely wouldn’t be taking any chances. Completely stripped from the waist down. Maybe he’d even take his shirt off as well, just in case there was some splattering involved.

Hopefully the rest would go as smoothly – and be as enjoyable – as Dakota. But if there was one thing he knew about ferals, it was that you could never count on things going smoothly with them.





CHAPTER 3
THE VOYEUR


As Joe led the next mare into the breeding stall, he had to admit to himself that already, pretty much all of his hesitation was gone. How had he fallen into being a feral-fucker so easily?

Well, maybe it was something to do with the mares. The mare at the end of this lead rope now was Sundance, a completely brown mare with no markings at all ... but while her coloring was unremarkable, her body wasn’t. Slim and muscular, she moved with an easy, powerful grace that he was really envious of. And her long, narrow face seemed to show an extra little spark of intelligence and eagerness ... at least to the point where she knew exactly why he was taking her to the barn and what they were going to do there.

This time, he didn’t try to deny the growing bulge in his pants as he tied Sundance’s lead rope to the hook on the wall. This time, he didn’t shy away from a little accidental touch of his fingers against her vulva while he wiped her down with the warm rag. This time, he stared openly at her winking pussy as he set the stool in place, licking his lips.

And, most importantly, this time he remembered to take his pants entirely off, hanging them over the stall door.

He walked up behind Sundance, naked from the waist down and only slightly ashamed of what he was about to do.

Sundance herself, of course, wasn’t ashamed at all. Maybe that was one nice thing about being a feral. They never did have to feel ashamed about any of it, did they? Seemed to Joe like that might actually be pretty nice. A perk of being ‘just an animal’.

Of course, to him, they were quickly becoming more than just animals. What exactly they were becoming to him ... he wasn’t sure. Lovers? That was the only word he could think of that fit ... even though it completely didn’t fit. Nothing about the reasons he stepped up onto the stool behind her had to do with love. It did have a lot to do with the yearning pressure from his crotch and the hypnotically magnetic attraction of Sundance’s winking pink pussy, though.

He even bit his lip a little as he lined the tip of his cock up against her. “You ready for this, sexy pony?”

Of course he didn’t need to ask. Everything about her told him how ready she was. Her tail lifted high and out of the way. Her hind legs slightly spread apart. Her dark-skinned pussy lips winking open to show the brilliant pink inside.

After enjoying the view of Sundance’s ass for just a moment, Joe nudged himself forward and once again felt the enveloping heat of a mare’s pussy around the tip of his cock. Heaven, pure heaven. He freely explored the curves of her ass with his hands as he slowly, savoringly worked his cock deeper inside her. First, the increasing tightness of her slick entrance ... then, a few inches inside, the very tightest point of all ... then, beyond, a soft, squishy heaven.

He bent low over Sundance’s back, really leaning into it, giving it everything he had. Never before in his life had he ever felt that what he had might not be enough. His horsecock had always been way too much. Now that he was with actual horses, though ... he almost felt inadequate.

Almost.

Because how could he possibly feel inadequate after hearing the slight little grunting gasp from Sundance as her pussy tightened down on his cock, as she orgasmed around him?

He pressed himself as deeply inside her as he could go and held himself there as the mare beneath him orgasmed. He could feel her every spasm, her pussy desperately milking him for the cum that would quench her heat.

Unlike Dakota, Sundance thankfully wasn’t much of a squirter, at least not this time. He didn’t have to worry about hot mare juices streaming down his legs, so he could just enjoy the sensations of this tight and fit mare’s pussy begging him to pump her full of cum and give her a new foal.

Joe was quickly warming up to the idea of fatherhood ... at least in this limited capacity. It still seemed bizarre and unreal to think of little foals running around that were his, but he actually was looking forward to pumping his cum into Sundance, to watching her belly swell and knowing he did that... He started thrusting inside her again as her orgasm faded, already pushing toward his own climax. Thoughts of claiming this mare, of impregnating her danced in his head, quickly driving him closer and closer.

Soon, his cock was flaring deep inside her, making even the ample space deep inside her pussy feel tight and squeezing, which only drove him to cum faster. Still, though, he held out. Already, he wanted to savor this, to enjoy every possible moment of it.

That self-restraint lasted only until Sundance’s second orgasm. When she groaned in passion again and her pussy squeezed down on him, he was done. Instantly. Joe collapsed against her back, his face against her fur. His cock throbbed inside her even as she milked it for more, pumping her full of all the life-starting cum he could possibly give. Who cared if there were many more mares waiting to be serviced? Right now, there was just Sundance and his body’s instinctual need to give her everything he possibly could. Again and again, his cock throbbed, pumping in yet another dose.

Yiff it ... he could get used to this.

Slowly, he came back to himself, lying against Sundance’s back ... and mostly only because she was getting restless underneath him. She’d already gotten what she wanted. She was ready to move on.

And, well, with the number of mares he was expected to impregnate today, he’d better start moving on, too.

The moment he pulled his cock out and cum spilled out after it, he heard an extra little gasp that definitely did not come from Sundance.

He whipped his head around to the door of the breeding stall. There she was: the older of the two coyfox girls! He only saw her for a split second, before she ducked her head back behind the wall. But she was definitely there, definitely watching. How much had she seen? Was that Meg or was it Riley.

“Hey!”

Joe recognized Delilah’s voice instantly. He leapt off the stool and desperately tried to hide his swinging and cum-dripping cock from sight.

“You kids skedaddle!” Delilah yelled as she jogged past the stall door. “He’s got work to do – let him be!” A moment later, she came back, leaning against the opening of the stall door. “Sorry about them,” she said, wiping her brow. “They oughta know better, but kids are kids. When somethin’s goin’ on, they always wanna be part of it.”

He still stood there, nothing covering his bottom half except his hands. Even though he’d been ready enough to show Delilah his cock last night ... right now, things felt totally different. He felt so exposed, so ... guilty. What the yiff was somebody supposed to say in a situation like this? Hopefully nothing, because that’s all he could manage in the moment. And what had that been about kids, plural? Had there been more than just the one girl watching? Oh yiff ... the thought of kids seeing him doing that with a feral mare...

And to make things worse, Delilah didn’t seem to be in any hurry to be anywhere else. She sauntered right into the breeding stall with him and Sundance, looking both of them over appraisingly. “Well, looks to be like you’re doin’ a good job.” Coming even closer, she bent down to inspect Sundance’s cream pie, nodding thoughtfully.

He turned as she moved, always facing toward her, to give him the best chance of covering his messy, drippy shame with his hands.

Standing back up, Delilah glanced sidelong at him. “What are you hiding? You think I’ve never seen a horsecock before? You know what business I’m in, dontcha?”

“I just, um...” Still, Joe didn’t move his hands.

“You seemed pretty interested in showin’ it to me when we met at the bar.” She came toward him. Uncomfortably toward him. “Why so shy now?”

“I...” What the yiff could he say to that? Nothing made sense. She was right, of course. There was no reason he should be hiding his cock from her. And yet, he didn’t move his hands. He couldn’t make himself move his hands away. It just felt so wrong ... everything felt so wrong. Just moments ago, everything had seemed right in the world. He was pumping his cum in a needy mare, making her pregnant. Now, in the awful clarity of post-orgasm, all he could think about was how horribly wrong this whole situation was. What the yiff was he doing here? “But you’re...” But she’s what? Why couldn’t he even manage a single coherent sentence?

Smiling, she came over and patted him on the nose. “Aw, you’re cute when you blush. Maybe if I wasn’t married, I’d go for a round myself. Don’t tell Diego I said that.”

All he could do was stand there, slack-jawed and slack-cocked, staring at her as he futilely tried to cover himself. At least with the way his cock was shrinking back into his sheath, covering himself with just his hands was becoming a more feasible option.

“Pretty sure the next mare on the list is Buttermilk. You can have her instead.” Delilah casually walked over and untied Sundance’s lead rope, turning her around and starting to lead her back toward the pasture. “Want me to go and catch her for ya? It’d save ya the trouble of puttin’ your pants back on.”

Joe gulped. “Um ... sure.”

She smiled as she walked by, leading Sundance along behind her. “You just take a little rest now, hon. Catch your breath.” She chuckled a little. “You’re gonna need it. Buttermilk is a feisty one.”





CHAPTER 4
TIRELESS


Joe breathed a deep sigh of tired satisfaction as he led yet another mare out of the breeding stall. The last few days had been some of the most tiring – but also the most enjoyable – of his life.

Riley – the oldest of Delilah’s kids – met him just outside the stall. “Ma said you might be gettin’ thirsty.” She held up a tall glass of iced tea, so cold that condensation was already beading around the outside of it.

Well, her ma was right. This was already the fifth mare today, with plenty more yet to go. It wasn’t easy being a stud. Thankfully, the kids seemed to have gotten over their unhealthy curiosity about it. Or at least he hadn’t caught them peeping again after that first time. He took the glass gratefully, then leaned up against the outside wall of the stall, holding the mare’s lead rope in one hand and the tea in the other.

Yeah. That hit the spot. He still wasn’t quite used to how sweet they made the tea here ... but at this point, he could use all the extra energy he could get. And it was beautifully cold. The barn didn’t have air conditioning, of course, so it could get pretty warm, especially when ... working.

“So what’s it like?”

He looked over at Riley. “It’s sweeter than I’m used to, but really nice and cold. Thank you.”

She planted her hands on her hips. “I meant the work. You know, with the mares.”

“I know.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Impasse. Joe took another nice long sip of his tea. It really was nice. And wonderfully refreshing after all the ‘work’ he’d been doing today ... and all the work yet to come.

But Riley was persistent. “Come on. Tell me!”

“Aren’t you a little young for that?”

“That mare you just did is only seven! I’m almost twice that old!”

Well that was a weird argument to make. Joe looked over at the mare he’d just taken care of. A pure black mare named – aptly enough, given her age – Lolita. He ... hadn’t really thought of how old these feral mares were. Almost all of them must have been less than eighteen. But ... it didn’t really count like that, not with ferals ... right? He stayed quiet. That was probably the best plan.

She didn’t seem to be impressed with his silence, though. “Come on. I’m not even a virgin! Me and my boyfriend have done it lots of times!”

He raised his eyebrow at that. Took another sip.

“Don’t tell Mom! It’s fine. He sneaks condoms from his older brother’s room.”

Joe rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Then you know what it’s like.”

“It’s not the same! Tell me what it’s like with a horse!”

He looked down at her again. “Why you want to know what it’s like with a horse?”

“Is that girl bothering you again?”

Both of them looked up suddenly at the sound of Delilah’s voice. Riley looked like she only just barely managed to keep from jumping right out of her fur.

“No ma’am.” Joe held up the half filled glass. “She was just bringing that tea you asked her to.”

Delilah looked at Riley, raising her eyebrow way up. “Oh? And when was it that I asked you? Silly me, I must’ve forgot about it...”

“I ... I gotta go do my homework!” Without another word, Riley ran off. She was out of the barn in no time flat.

Joe stared at the barn door Riley had run out through. Not the one closest to the house ... but it was the nearest and the quickest to escape through. “She was asking what it’s like.”

Delilah huffed out a little laugh. “What kinda question is that?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I didn’t tell her anything. Don’t know what I’d even say.”

“I’ve given her the talk plenty of times. Don’t know how much stuck. But they grow up so fast. She’ll probably find out what it’s like on her own soon ‘nough. Lord knows I sure did when I was her age.” Delilah shook her head slowly.

Joe decided not to mention anything about Riley’s boyfriend and or the condoms. “Thanks for the tea, though. Really does hit the spot.”

Delilah scoffed. “Don’t thank me. I didn’t have nothin’ to do with it. Thank Riley. Or thank Diego. He’s the one who made that batch.”

He shrugged.

Already, she was starting to head off to some other part of the barn. Delilah always seemed to be busy with something or other. “Well, enjoy your little break. Snow’s next, right? Careful with her – she’s the boss mare of the herd, so she won’t put up with any funny business.”

The boss mare of the herd, huh? Joe took another sip of the cold tea as he watched Delilah walk away. Quite a sight in those work jeans of hers. That sight might have gotten him all worked up and sexually frustrated before. Now, though ... now he knew he could just take it out on the next mare in line. Even if she was the boss mare. Didn’t matter. In fact, getting a little worked up might help. Always helped keep him going, especially as the day dragged on...

* * *


Snow actually hadn’t been any trouble at all. She’d actually been a very patient and easygoing mare, with a big round ass that Joe had loved to caress while he pumped her full.

Joe grinned to himself as he led Snow out of the breeding stall and back toward the pasture, his cum still dripping from Snow’s winking pussy and Snow’s juices still on his cock, despite being hastily tucked into his pants.

He stopped by the list on the wall on his way out. So ... which one was next, again?

Snow’s Angel.

Joe had been on this ranch long enough to figure out how their naming scheme worked. And even without the help of the name, he was beginning to know the mares enough to know some of their relationships. Snow’s Angel was Snow’s daughter, born five years ago. That gave him pause. Even after everything he’d already done here, that still seemed a little ... wrong. Going straight from fucking the mother to fucking her daughter? Normally the kind of thing Joe wouldn’t touch. Just too weird. And it didn’t help that what Riley had said earlier was making him question the age of the mares, too. Even the mother, Snow, was only fifteen. Snow’s Angel was only ... five? A part of him couldn’t believe he was about to do this.

But another part of him was perversely looking forward to it. Better not think about that part too much. He was only doing this because it was his ... job? Maybe he ought to talk to Delilah about getting his van out of impound. He’d definitely earned it, doing shit like this...

* * *


By the time he’d gotten Snow’s Angel tied up in the breeding stall, the weird feeling in his chest was undeniable. There was something fucked-up about doing this, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Not only fucking both the mother and the daughter, but also impregnating them both on the same day...

And yet, what else was he going to do? Angel was just as in heat as her dam, that was for sure. All he had to do was glance at her to get her to burst out into a frenzy of winking, her pussy dripping for him as her pure white tail curved up as high as possible over her back.

Still, he was reluctant. More so than he’d been the whole time, since his very first time with a feral.

This time, he took his time with the cleaning rag. Previously, he’d been getting pretty perfunctory with it, just trying to get the necessary impediment out of the way before he could dip his cock into yet another desperately eager mare. Not this time. This time, he needed all the delay he could get, to calm his nerves. And, well, maybe it wouldn’t be quite as bad of a transgression if there was just a little more time in between fucking the mother and her daughter? That did make it better ... didn’t it?

He still felt a little dirty as he touched the warm, clean rag to Angel’s vulva. But she sure didn’t seem to mind. Her pussy winked again, and she pushed back against him, begging for more.

Joe grinned a little. That did make him feel better about it. How bad could this be when she obviously wanted it so much? He even let himself play around with it a little. It felt so nice to touch the soft springiness of her vulva through just one layer of the thin rag. What if he ... let his finger slip a little? Impulsively, he did. His fingertips slid against the warm, clean skin of Angel’s pussy lips, savoring every last little bit of them, still a little difficult since any hint of lubrication had been wiped away by the rag.

Soon, he was barely even holding the rag against her, while most of his hand simply played with her vulva. Such a perfect little teardrop shape, and so smooth. And unlike a lot of the other mares who had dark grey skin, snow’s pussy lips were a pale pink, just like her mother’s. It still contrasted sharply with the hot reddish pink of her inner walls and heart-shaped clit every time she winked it open at him, inviting him for more.

And why not?

Impulsively, he dipped a couple fingers inside her. Goddess, she was so warm inside! And the more he rubbed and toyed with her, the wetter she became. Quickly, her slick readiness spread all over her pussy lips, letting him easily rub her as much as he wanted, his fingers gliding across her smooth, warm skin and teasing her into ever greater arousal. The rag dropped to the floor between her hind legs, forgotten. Meanwhile, he felt free to explore the curves of her ass with his other hand. Angel was obviously going to have a nice big, round ass just like her mother ... but she hadn’t quite filled out yet, and she was still a lot firmer-feeling under her fur.

So nice ... how could this be wrong when she was so sexy?

Oh yiff. What was wrong with him? Why was he becoming so attracted to these ferals? It couldn’t be just pheromones, could it? When he closed his eyes and fantasized about a pussy these days, it was the teardrop shape of a feral mare, not the twin bumps with a slit between of a proper anthro girl. What was wrong with him? Was this going to be ... permanent?

Well, he could worry about that later. For now, he had a needy mare in front of him, waiting for her satisfaction. He’d teased her far too much already. Wouldn’t it be unbearably cruel not to give her what she was waiting for?

Quickly, he took off his pants again and pulled the stool up behind Angel. He didn’t have anything more on his mind besides getting a piece of that white feral’s ass ... until he looked down at himself, at his hard cock ready to plunge into her, and saw that it still had a slight sheen of Snow’s juices on it. She had been really wet after all, even for a mare in heat.

Was he ... was he really about to do this? Or should he pause for a moment to wipe himself down first.

Yiff it. Why not? It didn’t really count with ferals anyway, right? Joe grinned evilly to himself as he pressed forward. Angel, of course, didn’t care what was on his cock. She just wanted it inside her more than anything. So there was no hesitation on her part. She pressed back against him, her pussy winking open ... and his tip slipped inside her with ease, aided by her own mother’s lingering juices.

By this point, Joe had already become somewhat of a connoisseur of feral horse pussy. So he was fully prepared to appreciate just how nice Angel’s was. Hm... At her age, was this her first breeding season? Was she a virgin? Maybe that was why she felt especially tight and supple against his cock as he pressed deeper inside her.

She sure wasn’t patient like her mother, though. She snorted and tossed her head, pulling against her tied-up lead rope in an effort to push herself back against him harder ... but she was already as far as it could reach.

Well, why not give her what she so obviously wanted? Shuddering a little from the perfect pleasure of doing so, he pressed into Snow’s Angel. It was wonderful, seeing her pussy lips bend inward slightly as his shaft slid against them, with Snow’s juices aiding his way in and smearing on her daughter’s entrance. Not that he really needed the extra help. Angel was practically gushing her own juices as she winked around his cock. Despite how tight she was for a feral mare, he was able to hilt himself inside her all the way to the sheath in one long, smooth thrust.

The moment his balls pressed against her, Angel gave a little whinnying snort. Oh, did she like that? If she was a virgin, she sure wasn’t shy about it. Then again, no feral ever was.

And why should Joe be shy about enjoying it either. “Damn your pussy feels so good,” he said even though he knew she couldn't understand it. Maybe she’d understand the tone in his voice? It was certainly sincere enough. The sumptuous warmth of her pussy was wonderful against his cock as he began really working it back and forth inside her. Truly one of the best he’d had so far. He squeezed her lovely ass between his hands, helping to steady him as he gave her a fucking worthy of how lovely she was.

As he kept going, though, he started to be more and more worried about how she didn’t seem to be getting off. Even after giving her his all for several minutes – which was usually more than enough for the other mares – Angel just wasn’t getting there.

He tried his hardest. He really did. Even going as far as to pull almost all the way out of her and give her long, work-intensive thrusts all the way back inside. It felt so yiffing good. How could it not be working? All the other mares had been so easy to get off. Was it that Angel wasn’t truly in heat? But yet, she’d shown every sign of it. He was already starting to get sweaty and honestly tired, but it just didn’t seem to be enough.

Was it even that important that she get off? He’d heard about a female orgasm improving chances of conception, but surely it wasn’t absolutely necessary...

And yet, how could he not give it to her? Angel was one of the best mares he’d had so far – so tight and silky-supple inside, and pretty hot outside too. Yeah, he was thinking of ferals as hot now, wasn’t he? Well, that crisis could wait for later. The problem now was that he was getting close – really close – his cock was already flaring at the tip. He could see it in the way her pussy lips bulged obscenely wide whenever he drew close to pulling out of her before plunging back in. He wanted to give Angel the climax she wanted, even if he didn’t absolutely have to ... but how? He was already giving it everything he had!

Just as he was about to be too far gone for it to matter, he remembered a certain something he’d learned with anthro partners in the past. Why did that seem like such a distant and irrelevant memory now? It wasn’t too easy in this position, but he could reach if he tried: he slid his hand down between his crotch and her ass, all the way past his cock, and felt for the underside of her pussy lips.

There! Big and winking madly out at him, Angel’s clit was hard to miss. He couldn’t thrust very hard while straining to reach like this, but he did rub the heck out of her clit, aided by her copious juices ... and maybe a little bit of her mother’s left-overs?

That did it. A slight shudder ran through Angel’s body, making her white fur stand on end. And without any sound at all, she came. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, dousing his hand with her squirt.

It was more than he could bear. She already felt wonderful. He was already close. While Angel was still enjoying her much-deserved orgasm, Joe’s own arrived ... and it was extra potent to make up for being so delayed. It practically obliterated him. All he could do was hang on to Angel’s backside, his flaring cock pumping massive amounts of cum inside her. And as her pussy squeezed down around him, it guzzled down every drop, milking him for all he had. He felt like his balls might have shriveled to nothing by the time he was finally done ... but it was worth it. Holy crap was it worth it. Angel would definitely be on his list of favorite mares...

For now, though ... for now, he’d better be moving on. A lot more mares to get to.

After taking a deep breath to try and recover a little bit of his spent strength, Joe pulled out of Angel’s pussy and stepped down off of the stool. A flood of cum spilled out of her ... and he wasn’t quite fast enough to move the stool in time. He was just getting too tired for that. It got pretty splattered.

Oh well. He’d just clean it off. Wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last time either. The important thing was that there was one less mare waiting to be bred, one more mare happily pregnant.

Doing his best to shrug off his tiredness, he set the stool aside and went to untie Angel’s lead rope. What a day.

* * *


Joe was still feeling pretty bone-tired as he led the next mare into the breeding stall. Manzanita, a small black and white paint who’d seemed especially eager to be caught and brought up toward the barn.

Well, good for her. Joe grinned as he tied her lead rope up to the wall in the usual spot. Always nice to see a mare with a little spunk ... before filling her with his spunk.

By this point, wiping her down was routine. But Joe still enjoyed doing it. Always nice to get to know the mare a little before getting down to business, right? He was actually pleasantly surprised when he started on Manzanita. Her pussy happened to be right on the border between one of her black splotches and one of her white splotches ... and that meant the top half of her pussy was the usual dark grey of most mares, but that ended in a jagged diagonal line halfway down, and the bottom half of it was pale pink like Snow and Snow’s Angel. Wow, a pretty unique little girl, huh? And uniquely pretty. It somehow drew the shape of her pussy lips in an even more defined way, making his mouth water almost as wet as the rag he wiped her down with.

Unfortunately, that didn’t translate into having a raging boner. He’d already been through too much today. When he pulled his pants down, that confirmed it. Barely even sticking out of his sheath.

So ... he leaned up against the wall instead, the same wall that Manzanita was tied to. “Sorry, girl,” he told her, “but your friend Angel left me pretty worn out. I’ll need a breather for a minute before I’m ready.” He knew it wouldn’t be too long. The regular practice he was getting in this ‘job’ was already noticeably improving his stamina, but he still had his limits. And of course Manzanita wouldn’t understand anything he said. To be honest, he was probably just saying it to make himself feel better about not being ready to go for yet another sexy mare.

Manzanita, though, was staring at him almost as if she did understand him. Which was of course complete nonsense. He was just reading too much into it, maybe because ascribing real thoughts and emotions to these animals made him feel better about fucking them. Yeah. She wasn’t even really looking up at his face anymore – instead she was more staring down at his crotch. He’d really been fooling himself, hadn’t he?

She drew closer, seemingly fascinated with him, sniffing his crotch.

“Hey!” Joe tried to gently push her muzzle away, but she came right back, sniffing harder than ever. Hm... He was pretty sure that the scent of these mares had been messing with his head, but he hadn’t even thought of the possibility that his scent could be affecting them. Huh.

Her warm breath against his crotch actually made his cock slip out a little more; her whiskers tickled him. And just as he was about to push her away again and maybe move a bit further down the wall, she licked.

It shocked him. Stopped him from moving. What just happened?

It happened again.

Somehow, for some reason, Manzanita was licking him! Her warm, firm tongue slid against his balls, his sheath, the little bit of his cock that had already emerged. She was licking him over and over again, as if she meant to. And it felt good!

Wow, after being here breeding these mares for a while, he’d somehow forgotten how good it could feel to receive a little oral attention. Or was this simply better than what he was more accustomed to? Not that he’d had all that many opportunities in the past, but none of them had been quite so deliberate and earnest with their efforts as Manzanita here. And, of course, he’d never had it from someone whose tongue was so broad and firm before – she was able to lick his entire package all at once!

And, of course, he wasn’t exactly unaffected by it. His cock was quickly emerging back out of his sheath as he leaned against the rough wood wall, trembling in place.

Manzanita wasn’t shy about taking advantage of that, either. At first she seemed happy to have his expanding length flop heavily – and a little wetly – on top of her nose, but she soon started licking her way up his entire length, all the way to the tip. It would flop back down each time she reached the top, but she didn’t seem to mind at all ... and anyway, it flopped down less and less each time. Before long, it didn't flop down at all – it stuck up proudly, eagerly taking everything she could give him.

And that really did feel even better. Wow, he’d never thought a feral would do this, never thought a feral could do this. Would any of the other mares go to the same lengths to get him ready to breed them, or was this just something special about Manzanita herself?

When things really took a turn for the unbelievable, though, was that once he was nice and hard like that, she actually raised herself to his very tip, opened her mouth, and took him inside.

What the yiff? What was even happening right now? How was this possible? She couldn’t really be doing that, could she?

Oh she was... And what was more, she was doing a better job of it than anybody had ever done for him before. Being a horse guy had its disadvantages, and one of them was having such a big cock. Sure, it seemed nice in theory, but in practice it meant that most girls couldn’t fit even his tip in their mouth, much less do anything more. And even if they could squeeze it in, they were probably struggling so much to fit it that he mostly just felt their teeth. But Manzanita... Okay, sure, he felt her front teeth a little ... but only a little, and the blunt, flat teeth of a feral mare weren’t too bad at all, even added to the sensation a bit. The important part was that she was so much bigger ... which actually made her able to take his cock deep in her mouth. To the point where almost all of it disappeared!

Joe was in awed disbelief. Nobody had ever blown him like this. Not ever. He’d never thought it would really be possible. But now he was finally finding out what it felt like, and it felt amazing. Manzanita’s long muzzle was enough to accommodate almost all of his length, allowing almost his whole shaft to be massaged by her warm, powerful tongue. And it felt so nice to be squeezed in her lovely mouth on all sides!

Despite how his legs trembled, he reached down and stroked Manzanita’s cheek. She looked up at him as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Maybe she did. Sure felt like it.

She didn’t even seem to mind when he grabbed hold of her halter and started using it to guide the bobbing motions of her head. Of course she didn’t mind. She was a feral horse. She was used to being led around by he halter, right?

Getting the best blowjob of his entire life from this cute little mare was quickly bringing him toward an unexpected climax. He could already feel himself flaring deep inside her mouth ... and wow, she didn’t even mind that, not even when he pulled the halter downward, pushing his hips up toward her, getting as deep as he could. Any moment now, he’d bust and pump his load straight into a feral’s mouth – what a world! – he could feel it coming now, the pressure the tingling, the—

Wait. No! He couldn’t cum there! He was supposed to be getting her pregnant! If he came in her mouth, he’d have to recover from his orgasm all over again before he could do what he was supposed to do with her!

He yanked up on her halter, pulling her head up off of his cock, leaving it dripping with horse saliva.

But there was no time for that. Goddess, he was so close! He needed, needed ... the stool! He lunged for it, roughly sliding it into place behind Manzanita. He could barely make his legs work as he mounted the stool – he was so close! Yes, yes, right there. Push it in, and yes! His cock slid into her easily, aided by her own spit ... and the copious wetness she’d been winking out as she sucked him.

He barely got two thrusts in, barely even felt the inside of her pussy, before he couldn’t wait a moment longer. Sorry Manzanita, no orgasm this time. He just couldn't manage that at all right now. Instead, he hilted himself deep inside her and gave her that load that almost went into her mouth.

Mmhm.... Cumming inside horse pussy had never felt so right. So perfect. He held her black and white hips tightly as he throbbed and pumped inside her, sowing the seeds for new foals. It might have been poetic to give her an enormous load ... but he had already performed several times in a row. All his balls had to offer her was adequate.

But that would be enough. That would get her pregnant.

And from the way she looked back over her shoulder at him – still licking her lips – it sure seemed like she knew that. Heck, maybe she did. After what she’d done for him, he was really starting to question his assumptions about how much these ferals understood and how smart they were. Again he wondered if Manzanita was somehow special and unique ... or if all the other ferals had the same potential.

Slowly, lovingly, he pulled out of her pussy. Only a little bit of cum spilled out.

And this time, as he put his pants back on and led Manzanita back to the pasture, he had quite the spring in his step. That had been fun. And now he knew that if he was feeling down or worn out ... that maybe he should visit Manzanita for a little pick-me-up. Such a nice mare...





CHAPTER 5
THE FATHER


There. That was it. As the very last drop of Joe’s cum squeezed its way out of his cock, he rubbed the mare’s flank lovingly and pulled out of Misty – a tall and elegant dapple grey.

Misty was the two hundredth mare. The very last one.

Sure, Old Red had helped a little, but he hadn’t even been able to cover the one mare a day that Joe had been promised. Joe had needed to pick up that slack as well, leaving him almost two hundred mares all to himself.

He stepped off the stool and admired the view of the fresh cum dripping from Misty’s pussy lips. Sure, there wasn’t much, but could anyone blame him? Two hundred mares in less than a month. It was a miracle he had anything left for Misty at all. It was a miracle that his balls hadn’t shriveled up into little raisins by now.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” Delilah said as she walked in and took Misty’s lead rope from the wall.

He just grinned. At this point, it didn’t faze him at all for Delilah – or anybody working at the ranch – to see him without pants on, his cock still dripping a mixture of feral mare juices and his own cum. By now, they’d all already seen it. Even the kids. What did he have left to hide? Or maybe the shamelessness of these ferals was just rubbing off on him.

Joe followed Delilah and Misty out toward the pasture. He didn’t go into the pasture with her, though – he just leaned on the wooden fence section next to the gate, looking out over the herd as she released Misty.

Was it just his imagination, or were some of the mares already starting to look a little bigger around the middle? Especially Snow. Hm ... maybe even twins? He couldn’t wait to see them born.

Delilah came over and looked at him over the fence. “Well, now that you’ve got your van back and every last one of these mares’ve been taken care of, I guess you’ll be headin’ out?”

He frowned a little. Looked away. Right. His being a stud was always supposed to be just a temporary thing. But after all of this, how could he go back to his old life? It seemed so strange now. Always on the road, tiny living space in the van, hardly ever showering ... and rare rare opportunities to get in bed with an anthro girl. Even the idea of sex with a proper anthro girl didn’t seem right to him anymore, didn’t seem natural. Nowadays, all his fantasies tended to have four legs.

Looking at him as if she could read his mind, Delilah grinned. “Maybe lookin’ to settle down for a little while, huh?”

“I ... guess?” That didn’t seem right, either. He wasn’t the ‘settling down’ type ... was he?

“Well, we’ll be right pleased to have the company. C’mon, supper’s almost ready.”

Already licking his lips, Joe followed her.

She turned around and planted her palm against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “Put some pants on first, knucklehead. We got kids in the house!”


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