"The Draft" by LilFischBisch Distance in every direction... Space without space... Muted...muffled...churning... There is no longer an up or down in this place... Only White. Sticky. Bubbling. Writhing. A massive shadow brushing aside galaxy sized oceans of its progeny, everything including itself throbbing with heartbeat-like growth, no beat the same as the chaotic and bursting expansion displayed a deep and debased primal LUST on a universal scale... Pushing for openings... Seeking warmth... A relentless battle comparable only to an endless broken dance... Forced, yet irresistable. In the midst of it... Everywhere but nowhere beckons... Demands its entry... This plane of existance has one purpose... And you have no choice. This realm... Was created to spread... To fill... TO B R E E D . . . EVERYTHING. -~-^-~- Chapter 1. "The Draft" June, 2003. Angela Frasier was a young Rusky, born in a small (fictional) town called Carecta in Illinois, surrounded by friends and family. The town that Angela lived in couldn't have had more than 250 people in it, small enough to be a frontier town despite being only 30 miles from the nearest city. Carecta was as the term "Small" implied, the false front buildings and dilapitated houses from the 1940's skewed a stark contrast for the newer houses constructed from the 70's to 90's. If you had scaled it up the the size of a regular city, it wouldn't be missing a single piece, industrial zones and all. It was here that Angela grew up, after moving at 5 years old from her birth city to this small town in the plains Illinois, which for her was a bit of a culture shock. Angela adapted quickly though, and began to relax into this new life surrounded by country folk. Being sandwiched between two brothers in the family tree meant Angela spent the first few formative years with the typical definition of obnoxious company, but she soon made a few fast friends of the few other children that lived in Carecta. She loved her friends Millie, Joselyn, and Bella very much, and seperating her from them would be the most monumental task anyone could undertake. Together, the foursome made a small and fearsome pack, the small canines bonding together for many years to come. It wasn't long after this move at 5 years old that somewhere in Angela's head, a small but strangely strong electric *zap* ran through her head, a shiver running through her body. As she looked around the zap and shiver both faded away, and suddenly Angela was, the autopilot behind her eyes clocking out of his final shift. She wondered what she had just felt and immediately realized that she could hear her own thoughts, that she even had thoughts. After this point (unlike most cubs her age), Angela's intelligence was practically radiating, in part due to her demonstrating her advanced awareness of herself but her actions and responses to challenging situations made it clear that she came to her own decisions with concious thought. She probably could have passed a turing test if you had dressed her up in a robot doll costume and put her in front of a committee. For as young as she was, Angela was surprisingly well studied, proper, and respected, surrounded by positive influences and boosted by friends of her family. It was because of her strange capability that many in Carecta thought Angela might become a lawyer, or a doctor, or have a career in aerospace, her knowledge of advanced topics and memory for facts almost making her a prodigy in her own right. She was just an average cub however, not even she could have predicted that her mostly 'average' but decent start to life would have her leading such an adventurous and different journey along the way to adulthood and beyond. Angela was going to be anything but average, and some sort of mystical force was determined to make it so. -~-^-~- June 2007, 4 years later... The moon shone through faded curtains, the shadow of leafy trees doing little to block its light. A breath, a turn, looking down on a room and yet feeling the comfort of the shapeless form beneath the blanket. The still of night strangely became quieter still as it gave way to a distant rumble, rising through the cool summertime air that quickly began to warm... The moonlight flowing onto the floor of the room began...to melt. The puddle bled outwards as it slowly began to cover the bedroom floor with its glue-like consistency. The heat increased further...the feeling of discomfort and sweat...of struggle...a fog appeared on the windows. The same windows that were closed and locked, and yet still the light flowed, the shadow of the leaves having faded from this strange perception... The white... It was lapping at the edge of the hanging bedsheets...rising further... Faster... More and more of the flood was pouring into the small bedroom, and yet nothing poured back out through the glass... The roiling activity beginning to really churn as small marble sized orbs began to show in the increasingly expansive pool, quickly approaching the size of golfballs and larger as their growth seemingly was accelerating ever faster... At the edge of the mattress...no... Already over her head... The strange wiggling orbs were reaching the size of Baseballs, no, Watermelons! And yet more round shapes surrounded those as the liquid was quickly becoming filled with more of the strange swimmers, all of the moving and growing in an almost angry manner... Like they were hungry... Pressing in... The room filled to the ceiling... More pressure... More growth... It's everywhere... A ghostly figure outlined in the mass. That...smell... It reached out to her. Need to... She squirmed in place as a pressure formed inside her between her legs, the ghostly figure invading her senses, despite not being able to see. Can't...Breathe!... The pressure suddenly relieved began gushing from her small cookie shaped cunny but it wasn't enough, there had to be more release despite the invasion of that hot and squirming flood... T-Too much...too ti-ight!! Pleasure and Intensity continued to ramp up as the creatures gaze filled her mind with its looming prescence, yet something deep inside her screamed that something wasn't good about this creature, for her to get away, to fight! Can't...take...MORE!! H E L - . . . ! ! -~-^-~- Angela burst awake with a mix between a choking cough and a gasping scream, eyes as wide as dinner plates and locked onto something unseen that up to a moment ago dominated senses she didn't know had. The tha-thump of her heartbeat pounded in her small canine ears like a concert timpani drum, small chest rapidly heaving for air as the hackles on her neck stood to attention. She shivered with fear as she sat frozen beneath the covers of her small bed, the darkness of her room doing nothing to quell the feeling of claustrophobia, and despite her breath catching up to her it was like a huge weight still pressed upon her like a phantom limb. She had just witnessed...something. Experienced some sort of place while in two observing states of body and mind... One moment in her bedroom, but the next... Surrounded by... Truth be told, Angela couldn't remember exactly what it was that scared her so badly. Why was she was shaking, if the danger was clearly past? Why wouldn't her heart stop beating so fast? Why did her mouth taste funny? The bitter and almost pungent flavor remained with an almost worrying clarity. And then the wetness. Looking down, she realized that her sheets and mattress (and her entire lower torso and legs) were literally soaked...not with sweat, but with sticky and dripping clear...goo? Anglea wasn't sure why this had happened, and drew the conclusion that she had wet the bed cause of that...nightmare, but in the back of her mind she knew it had to have something to do with why her pup cookie was so sore and puffy. She called for her mom to come help her, and upon seeing the sheer amount of mess Angela's mother was shocked, and then blushed so red she may as well have been a tomato. Angela couldn't bring herself to say what the 'nightmare' was about when her still furiously blushing mom prodded the issue, but the explanation of 'she knew it was scary but she forgot what happened' was quickly accepted. Secretly Angela remembered every little detail, her small heart still pumping rapidly from the thoughts rushing through her head. Her father woke up from noise and after seeing the mess himself, also blushed a deep red, one hand subtley moving across his crotch to hide the quickly forming boner when he realized like his wife just what had happened to his daughter. Angela was too embarrased to notice, her mother was busy finding new bedding, and the absurdity of the situation coupled with the sheer amount of cub cookie femcum drooling off the sides of the bed made short work of the trios hormones. All of them were flushed and struggling to act like they didn't know what had occurred. A change of sheets and a short shower for Angela was quickly followed by her parents tucking her back in. Thankfully, Angela fell asleep without too much issue, but her parents stayed up giving each other hushed whispers of concern. Angela's mother was all too familiar with the "goo" her daughter had hosed down her bed with, and her husband knew the sheer amount his wife could produce, only able to embarrassingly imagine how much his little girl would be able to cum when she was older. They both agreed to never speak of it again, but for both of them the thoughts of the situation would not leave their minds. Angela's two brothers were very confused the next morning at how she and their parents were acting. A few months passed after this, and the nightmare event faded into memory for the family. Or at least, it *should* have... Her parents had their own cable/wifi with the parental controls enabled, which kept Angela from seeing things she shouldn't be able to, limiting her to sites like 'VeryTinyPetStore' or fansites for her favorite show 'MySmallHorsie'. At first she started with vanilla content as one might expect, innocent visits to her favorite web sites attempting to become much more than innocent in nature after she accidentally found the obnoxiously vanilla porn her brother had hidden away on his SillyPlaySystem's memory stick, him having downloaded it at the local library in secret. She had only watched for five minutes, but then the video began to...change. As she watched, the weird imagery coalesced into strange movements and sounds that sent shivers down her spine, unable to look away as symbols flashed from the screen behind the imagery of mashing bodies rolling in fields of cum. And then, like it was nothing more than a hallucination, it was gone. Why...why did it seem so familiar? It was like she had been in a daze, and looking down she noticed her cookie was...wet? Why was that clear liquid coming from her again? Her curiousity had been piqued, she had to know why adults were doing this, but she knew she couldn't ask them because they would ask how she found out about it. She knew deep down it was wrong, and was more scared of being in trouble than she was of continuing her exploration further down the rabbit hole. She soon discovered that her brothers device could connect to the wifi, but the filters at home prevented her from seeing more than what her brother had no doubt spent time downloading elsewhere. The Roland family next door had installed their own wifi not long after this so that they could connect with their own children, but being an elderly couple they were sadly ignorant when it came to technology, definitely more so than her parents. As it was one couldn't really call "Roland2007" a password, but now with the next door connection flowing through the walls, Angela had unrestricted access on the family computer to the world wide web, the small wifi stick just enough to connect over the distance without suspicion. A flash game site she often visited opened her eyes to the lewd content of the internet, a hidden button she randomly discovered linking her to the partitioned adult content section that somehow escaped her initial glance. Thus began her true fall from grace as she absorbed the strange things she saw in those games. Half a year after her 10th birthday, her parents had gotten her one of the new Oogle Randroid smartphones so that she could keep in touch with them in emergencies, and record memories of her life and friends. It had no data plan, and she had no social networking access aside from texting and calling, but despite this she had become quite well acquainted with her phones extra capabilities. This is where her 'intimate relationship' with her phone had started, her use of the neighbors wifi born out of her desire as a preteen to rebel and soon Angela began to discover more and more of the lewdest possible kinks available to her hungry eyes, no longer having to sneak onto the computer to get her fix. Soon enough, just before her 11th birthday she had almost completely changed, her secret lifestyle only shown to her small group of besties. It did not take Angela long to find more porn and fetish sites, quickly devolving into kinks that would turn the average person away. Her grades began to droop a bit, as she spent private time usually reserved for doing homework to instead masturbate like a desperate whore, trying to find a record for how far she could squirt femcum across her bedroom. The only reason they had not dropped farther was because she had made 'advances' on her teachers, much like the lolita in hentai she had watched, exchanging risque or even downright sexual favors in exchange for better grades or money. Angela soon found herself falling for the "Lolita Aesthetic," using her earnings to buy risque outfits to wear on her summer days when no prying eyes were around. She had somehow managed over time to coerce her friends into becoming 'Loli Sluts', her small group gathering occasionally to practice their flirting game, try makeup, and eventually experiment with eachother in such lewd ways that it would cause even a succubus to blush. Angela taught all of them how to find and hide everything she showed them, all of the girls quickly agreeing that they would be in massive trouble for excersising their perceived freedom. Angela would be destined to evolve Her horny desires further however, from vanilla kinks to hyper kinks. Very little seemed off limits to Her yet She remained surprisingly vanilla with Her friends. It was around this time that she began to discover zoophilia, websites with videos of dogs with cocks the length of Her own forearm knotting a woman, only to pull out later with a waterfall of cum as their wombs sloshed full and round. One day a visit to what seemed like a normal site for horse farmers to discuss proper breeding methods instead turned out to be a pornsite hidden behind a near invisible button at the bottom of the page, much like the flash game site that initially corrupted her. It was time for another step further into the lewd rabbit hole of her new favorite kink. Hours upon hours of massive horses pumping massive loads into zoosluts overloaded her brain with lust, the pure feral breeding instinct resonating with her wild core. She was giddy over having found such a large stash so easily, and Angela loved watching videos of horses plowing their 'partners', making their stomachs bulge outwards with cock as they begged for more. Eventually the desires to experience the real thing were too strong, and her will to resist the urges broke. She ended up attempting to convince Her other next door neighbor, Ms. Aggaer, to let Her babysit Ms. Aggaer's massive pet dog. Angela had spent her fair share of time fantasizing about Ms. Aggaer's large dog Ruscle having the largest sheath she had ever seen even in online pictures. The overfriendly mutt that slurped across her face and chest during the conversation made it difficult, but the unobservant business woman with a penchant of focusing on her phone instead of the conversation at hand made it all too easy. Angela was thankful to whatever lewd gods existed during the conversation that Ms. Aggaer was accustomed to the pets behaviors and didn't notice the massive red blush on Angela's face as Ruscle continued snuffling and slurping behind her ears and against her neck, her hackles raising with involuntary horny desire. When She finally got alone time with him, She discovered his true size of 15 inches long. Angela could no longer resist, bending over without hesitation for what would be the experience of a lifetime for her small virgin cookie. She spent quite a few nights of dogsitting being fucked raw by the unnaturally strong beast, pools of sexual juices accompanied by the slapping noises of hips and huge overfull balls. It was safe to say that Angela was a natural size queen, her lithe little Rusky body somehow bulging around a shaft that by all means should have mashed her internal organs into paste. Ruscle loved to spend his time eating her out, her tiny frame wrapping her legs around his large neck as she spasmed around his tongue. Angela had found a Heaven of her own. As time went on she practiced riding the post on the corner of her bed to videos of women crying out as they orgasmed around giant horsecocks, their cries of pleasure in her earbuds accompanying her own muffled moans and gasps as she came around a literal pillar of wood. None of it was enough however. Angela wanted more, she wanted bigger, and with all her practice she though that for sure she could take a horse. Her desires had grown so much that just thinking about a horse made her pussy drool, the constant stimulation she had given herself over the past year making her small pussy puff up into a perfect cameltoe of a fortune cookie...Thick...Wet...*Drooling.* Angela was fully corrupted, Her parents perfect little cutie sitting at the dinner table as a secret entity of lust. They had no idea of Her escapades despite being occasionally suspicious of the smell, but the memory of that first incident quickly made them blush and ignore it. The high She got off the knowledge that She was wearing Her extremely revealing outfit beneath Her normal clothing was like nothing else for her. Her corruption was far from done. Now, Angela was 12, going on 13 in February next year, and with April coming to a close, She could not wait to spend her free time out of school. From mall trips to long bike rides to cumming her brains out, her plans were near endless in her head, and she couldnt wait to share them with her friends. It was 3 days before school ended that she found out the horrible truth however. Her first friend Millie was being sent to camp for the summer, her parents fearing that she was too indoorsy. Her second friend Joselyn had summer school, as her grades had dropped as well due to her not having the same courage Angela did to play around with her teachers. Even Bella was busy, going with her parents to spend the summer at the grandparents house. Angela was devestated that her friends were not available to her this summer, but her devestation was going to become far worse for her. "What do you mean we are going to a Ranch!?" Angela cried in protest, her eyes red from crying about her already dreary looking summer. "I bet its just a stupid sheep ranch or something!" Her parents tried to calm her down, telling her that it was a regular "dude ranch" and that she wouldn't have to do much work, as it was more like a family vacation / picnic. Angela was unimpressed, but her parents told her there was more to this place than meets the eye, and that maybe she would make friends with another family's kids or one of the farmkids they spotted doing chores. Angela was further unimpressed to learn that her older brother would get his own room in the cabin, and she had to share a room with her younger brother. She was still angry, and for the first time in her life half stomped half dragged her feet to her room. First her friends, then her secret life, then her privacy, all taken from her in less than a week. Her friends going away were one thing yes, and while that was also on her mind all she could think about was that her web access was going to be cutoff, and she would no longer have access to any good porn materials, much less have the privacy to satisfy her hedonistic urges. She wouldn't even have access to Ruscle. In an act of desperation she took her phone and plugged in an SD Memory Card that she had stolen from the desk of a teacher she disliked. The contents were long since wiped, as all it contained was pictures of the teachers smelly little rat of a pekinese dog. She hated smaller dogs, despite hate being a strong word. She had looked them in the eyes, the dead glassy beads betraying no personality whatsoever, and she never wanted to fuck something that didn't show at least some mental awareness of itself and Her. She had her limits, and she especially couldn't imagine ever forcing herself on a creature like that or letting it near Her. She knew Animals had their own body languages for consent, and her bright young mind knew enough about biology to understand what those exact signals were, which is why she had been so eager to choose Ruscle as her original partner for dogsitting. She knew there was a light on in that head, but there was no way in her mind that she would be able to confirm the same of any animal at the dude ranch, she was sure she needed something to get her by. She didn't know how much she wouldn't actually need it. Her normal inhibitions were abandoned, filling the SD Card in her phone with horsecocks and other various favorite porns to the brim. She knew she could hide it away this way, her ability to delete history in her browser being her saving grace thus far. It took her 3 days to fill the little 256gb card with videos and pictures popping the card out so her parents could inspect her phone as they normally did. She knew what they were doing when they said their own phone was dead and they needed to check something online, and had prepared herself for such by placing the memory card into the hand-me-down SPS instead. Her brother had since upgraded to a bigger system and no longer cared for the small portable, unknowingly providing her lewd activites a shield, her parents having no knowledge of the small consoles media capabilities. On the last day after school had ended, Angela said her goodbyes with her friends before they shipped out. They all promised to have their own little slumber orgy once summer was over, Bella attempting to cheer up Angela, telling her that her birthday was over the summer and that her grandparents were planning on giving her a lot of money to do with as she wished. Thanks to Angelas influence of course, this meant that instead of buying regular girly toys for her and her friends like she used to, the little group of preteen lolitas would have their personal collection of strapons, vibrators, and lubricants. This helped Angela cheer up, knowing that she at least had something to look forward to doing with her favorite people after the whole mess had ended. Two days passed as the family packed their things, preparing to pack their suv full with clothes, some toys, and a few other neccessities. Angela had hidden a couple items disassembled in the sides of her briefcase, a full battery vibrating Atachi Wand hidden within its depths. The long roadtrip began. -~-^-~- A few days later, Angela and her family arrived to the 'dude ranch' they had described to her, the sprawling facilities looking more like a struggling cattle farm than a 'ranch.' Angela lowered her expectations yet further before taking her things out of the suv, trudging upstairs, and passing out for the night. She awoke a bit frazzled, her hair in bedhead mode from her restless turning, and an ache between her nethers that she could not deal with safely in her bedroom without alerting her family to the noise. With all the rushing to pack over the week she had been given no rest or privacy to deal with her urges, and her dreams had been filled with naughty acts and fluids which was entirely too much for her frustrated body. She trudged downstairs for breakfast, the fresh smell of eggs, bacon, and toast wafting past her nose and somewhat easing her trouble state. She sat at the table with a tired huff, plonking her head onto the surface with a soft thud. Her Mother asked if Angela was willing to accompany Her and Angela's Father to the closest town to do some shopping and touring before they really explored the ranch, and Angela declined as politely as she could. At the very least Angela only hoped that she could find a quiet space to wallow in her self pity and deal with the fire assaulting her drooling cookie. Her parents left her with her eldest brother who was still fast asleep in his room, though he would probably still be asleep when they got back. She knew his late night habits all too well, a few of those late nights managing to hear the muffled sound of porn and anime through a solo cup against the wall. But for now, she had the cabin mostly to herself, so the first thing she did was hop in the shower to try and deal with whatever fever was coursing through her. The air here really was smelling kind of *sickly sweet*, something about it was cranking her lust up to 11 and she felt much hornier than she normally did, her breaths panting in a stilted manner. She had never felt quite so aggresively horny before. The shower was a blessing as it helped ease the heat she felt, but it wasn't long before the heat returned in force. Her breathing was heavier, and her cheeks flushed with arousal, as she stared at herself in the full length shower mirror. She pulled her plush labia apart, seeing her vag twitching wildly before she came out of nowhere, orgasm taking her so forcefully that her hands were instead put to the walls for stability. She had barely even touched herself, why had she just cum so hard? She decided to go to town on her plush virgin cunny, masturbating as if Ruscle were breeding her on one of his desperate days when the neighbourhood bitches were in heat and the smell wafted through the windows. The showerhead began racing to compete with the literal gushing firehose of femcum, the ferocity of her orgasms surprising even her. Spray after spray of orgasmic pleasure painted the mirror like a fresco. Finally, she sat on the small bench and turned off the water, out of breath in the steam of the shower room turned sauna. She knew she had a kink for sexual exhaustion, but after an orgasm session like that even she thought she had a limit, her reddened cunt still drooling long ropes of slime down her shaking legs. Questions raced through her head, wondering just why she felt like this. It had only been a week of not indulging herself, she knew that it shouldn't be this intense. But as intense as it was she suddenly came again just as violently over the mirror across from the bench seat, multiple drawn out squirts making her moan against her will, barely managing to quiet herself with her hands. A whole minute seemed to pass before her orgasms finished, the shower now only steamier to show for it. She lay weakly on the bench, recovering from the forceful fun until a loud knock startled her out of her stupor. Her brother complained through the door that it was noon now, and somebody else could stand to use the shower too. Was it really noon already? Angela weakly acknowledged her brother, managing to clean herself and the shower in time to escape to her room before her brother saw her flushed face. She could barely believe that she had been cumming that hard for nearly two hours. Angela was nothing short of satisfied. She put on one of her risque outfits, admiring herself in the mirror before changing and covering up with a layer of only slightly slutty looking clothes. A bare midriff, tight shorts and t-shirt, just enough to cover up the clothing beneath. It was then she decided, that she could explore this ranch on her own. Angela wasn't sure there would be anything fun to do in this place, but at the very least there was space to walk. When she opened the door, she noticed the smell from earlier was suddenly much stronger. She meandered away from the cabin, making her way past pens and corrals, feedbins, and a mini grain elevator. There was a garden too, which she explored thinking that perhaps this was where the scent originated. Once on the other side, she found that instead it continued, her eyes lighting up as she turned around the corner of a barn to spot the horse stables. Of course! This was a ranch! Angela had been so down from the sudden news that she completely forgot that there could be horses. This would be her chance! An entire summer at a livestock dude ranch and she could spend it with horses. She couldn't help but start scheming as to how she would convince her parents that she wasn't into VeryTinyPetStore anymore, but that now she was a horsegirl, destined for dressage performances. She slipped through a partially opened stable door, the smell following bursting at her in a wave, making her weak in the knees as she struggled to close the door behind her just in case someone came by. The smell she longed for the source of from before her shower seemed to originate from here, the strength and intensity only increasing the closer she got. It was then, in the quiet dark of the stables, that she could hear the drains. Odd, she thought, that a stable would have a constant stream of this much water in it, it almost sounded like a slow river. As she made her way down the pens, the sound of intermittent gushes also grew louder. The smell in her nose and the sound suddenly clicked, and it was here that her pussy began to truly drool, her whole body shivering into lust overdrive as she realized just why everything was the way it was. Step after tentative shaking step brought her to the end of the line, her eyes adjusting not only to the light of the stall, but also to the sight of a gigantic draft horse! It was so tall that its belly was just beyond her head, but it wasn't just how powerful he looked, or how tall he was that blew her away. It was the balls thrice the size of a pair of footballs, the 4 and a half foot long horsecock as big around as her thigh that extended just past its forelegs. It was the constant *gush* of pure white semen splattering against the wall, flooding the stall despite its floors being rubber grates. When the horse looked in her direction with an intense stare of dominance she fell over backwards, the impact of her young rear against the floor making her squirt a bit through her shorts thanks to the sheer amount of hormones flooding through her. She was in awe of this absolute *Beast.* Angela was fearful of being discovered in the wrong place, so she began to get up to leave but froze as the giant animal took a few large steps towards the increasingly inadequate looking gate. The horse craned its large head downwards to sniff over her body, large huffy breaths perking her nipples through her top. When he reached her crotch, the horse shoved his nose between her legs suddenly, nose flaring as he inhaled her scent. She could see his cock flare up and gush harder, putting her earlier escapades to shame as the gate did nothing to stop the flow of horsecum like the walls did. Spurt upon heavy and stick spurt splashed against her legs, each throb of that massive shaft accompanied by a surge in the white river flowing from it. Angela shivered wildly in place, her breathing fast and almost panicked as he began to rasp his tongue over her shorts, the stretchy fabric doing nothing to stop his long tongue from squishing between her drooling cookie's labia, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Long wet slurps dragged along her cunny over and over again, the tip of the horses tongue slipping up the pant of her shorts to caress her rump before the horse shoved his nose into her pants to tug them down, quickly returning to press his tongue between her netherlips for real. It was here that all the combined sensations proved too much for her, and she began to cum wildly. Each wave felt so intense, like her body was on autopilot, the only comparable feeling being that of vomitual heaving. His tongue was so strong that it practically lifted her up. In fact, He did start to lift her up, high and higher she rose, shivering wildly as her raised her into the air till she was positioned above him, that tongue sliding further into her as her crotch feel between his open jaws. He was surprisingly gentle as he essentially latched onto her lowers, nickering encouragingly as he stared up at her spasming body and heavily blushing face writing in the air above him. Guuuush. Panting rest. Guuuush. Another rest to catch breath, suddenly cut off by another Guuuush. The horse was tonguefucking her, and she couldnt stop her body from forcefully cumming over and over again. Guuuush. Fuck, was it getting more intense? Guuuush. She moved her hands from her mouth, instead placing them on his snout to attempt to brace herself. Oh gods he was so good at this. Guuuush. Was he actually...gulping down her cum? Guuuush. Oh god he *was.* Guuuush. She could see the lust in his eyes as his throat swallowed her production over and over. Guuuush. As he kept milking her for more, she could see past the horny gaze, she could see he knew exactly what he was doing. What he was. Guuuuush. Guuuuuush. GUUUUUUSH. He was a breeding *monster*. No beast, not even Ruscle could compare to what this creature was, if it even was a real horse anymore. Every gush from her tongue stretched cookie was matched and then some by the draft horse's enourmous cock, as if he had been drinking some sort of energy drink to refuel. With a final cry of pleasure her shaking legs gave out and went limp, no longer able to keep up with the orgasming preteen despite her grip on the horses head. Eventually, her body could not keep up with the demand either, her gushing turning into dry orgasms. The horse gently lowered her back down to the ground as shaky aftershocks ran through her body, the horse licking her cheek with another wet slurp before pulling away, his muzzle dripping wet with her emissions. He licked his lips...did he enjoy her taste? Finally, Angela finally managed to catch her breath, and on shaky legs, started making her way back to the door as she tried her best to fix her outfit. Just before she managed to reach it the door slammed open, Angela jumping in fright and scrambling to appear more proper as the other door also slammed open. A large scaly Iguana ranchhand opening the doors for a tractor holding hay was surprised to find a disheveled young girl in the stable, and as Angela apologized for getting lost and ran off, he scratched his head. He wondered if she had come across Old Seraph the Draft Horse but he shrugged it off, knowing that a small girl like that would probably be disgusted at the sight and stench of the oversexed work animal. Little did he know, this would be but the first of Angela's interactions with The Draft.