Dakota, the once shy young deer, fully embraced his degenerate side after losing his virginity to the spotted mare, Dot, just yesterday. The 11 year old buddying teen, now a man, was told by the farmer and his own mother that he’s free to go to any of the lovely mares around the farm and have his fun. Morning, noon or night, the mares were all free for him to come and use. All of them were trained for use, making them as friendly as can be and as gentle as a summer breeze.


The night after, Dakota could barely stop thinking about everything. Just with Dot alone, he blew at least several loads over the course of their first day. The mare was somewhat unresponsive, sometimes turning back to look at him or swishing her tail across his bare belly. His thick balls produced more cum than either lady expected but Dakota’s mother figured he’d turn out like this. His father had the stamina of a horse in the body of a deer and was just as hung as one. Truly like father like son. When he came back from the farm, the farm foxy girl couldn’t help but tease the young man about how he smells like an eager feral colt.


As soon as he came to the house, the dinner placed in front of him was gone in less than three minutes. Rice, sausages, tomatoes, cornbread and a big glass of cold iced tea. 


        “My my! Boy worked up one hell of n’ appetite! Go on, get some seconds and you can get a good night's rest!”


        “T-thank you!” he blurted out, bits of rice falling out of his mouth.


        “Oh sweetie, please don’t waste all the good food she cooked for us!” his mother pulled out a handkerchief and whipped up the bit of dinner that gathered on his cheek. 


        “M-mom, come on…!”


        “Oh don’t be so bashful, sweetie! You’re not even wearing any clothes right now!”


As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he did have to strip off the rest of his clothes as he had his fun with Dot. Without his pants, he just felt silly with everything else. Not to mention the heat, even inside the barn, made him sweat a ton. It made every stroke of his much louder, almost like he was slapping her massive ass using his hips. Thinking about it made him go stiff under the table.


Dakota finished off what remained of his second plate, thanked the farmer and went to his room, trying in vain to hide himself. One shower later, he dried off and flopped onto the comfy bed. It was here that the exhaustion really hit him. Standing up on the stool for hours on end, working his hips and letting his desires take control. Bare naked, all the tired buck could do was go right to sleep in record time. 


Even in his dreams, nothing filled his mind but horses. Mares of all shapes and sizes. Their sweet earthy smell, their silky smooth textures, their hypnotically massive haunches. In his dreamy haze, he never once thought back about Bailey or whatever her name was. All the degenerate cared about was going back to the stalls and enjoying his next go with the closest mare.


Internally, his body reacted positively to the sexual stimulation. In time, he’d grown to be just as big as his father and actually give a mare a proper orgasm and hours after. In the meantime, his balls felt fuller and plumper, eager to go deposit another piping hot volly of cream into her depths. Throughout the night, his cock would rise and fall, forming a perverted tent in his bed sheets.


By the time he woke up, Dakota had a serious case of morning wood that felt like it was ready to pop at a moment's notice.


        “Oh god…!” He said, looking down at his member. It was almost mystifying to look at. It jumped with every heartbeat and felt sensitive to any kind of stimulation. Looking outside, he could barely see the skyline, hinting at just how late it was. Looking at the clock by his bed, it turned out to be almost four in the morning. He went to bed around seven so… “Ten hours??” He knew he was tired after everything but not that tired.


He couldn’t wait for light to come out and knew at least one or two lovely ladies would be around to have some fun. No shirt, no shoes, no nothing. He walked out of the house barefoot with nothing more than his throbbing excitement to lead him forward. With every step, he couldn’t help but thrust openly in the air. The early morning air and breeze between his knees felt so freeing. The stables, thankfully, had a light outside that made it easy to spot from a mile away. With only one road, and the encouragement of his mother and farm lady, he could stroll around with everything out. 


Dakota felt his inner exhibitioist call out for him to enjoy the freedom. Putting his hands behind his head and horns, the little deer humped the air. The weight of his balls carried his thrusts making the experience more pleasurable than he imagined. Thinking of someone seeing him,walking around with his cock on full display caused a few stray shots of thick white pre onto the crisp, green grass.


Walking outside only made him more excited. Cum dripped out as he bounced with every step, desperate to find that sweet hot miracle hole of a mare. Stepping inside the barn, he was shocked to see the farmer standing there, looking at him with a knowing smile and glancing down at his hard meat.


        “Bout time you got up here! Got a hot and spicy girl right here!” she gestured for a large, solid black mare to come out of her stall, eyes covered by her mane. “This here’s Minnie! As big as she is, she’s as tight as a virgin even for a young buck like you! Try not to get my girl pregnant now!”


As she laughed, the farmer excited the barn, carrying a bucket in each hand and leaving him all alone with his newest mare friend.


Dakota grabbed the stepstool and used it to get behind her. The cub came face to face with her pink slit, just barely hidden behind her dark chubby lips. Putting his face closer, her body heat felt so much stronger than his own. It wasn’t sweet, quite the opposite in fact. But not at all unpleasant either. It was powerful and made his already short cock ache all the more. Unable to wait any longer, he hurriedly stepped onto the stool, aligning himself with Minnie. 


With some of the minor experience he has gained, Dakota eased himself into the mare’s tunnel. When the farmer said tight, she meant tight for a normal stud. For a young cub as big as him, she truly felt like a pristine virgin.. His cock fit snugly against her entrance, sinking down until his balls made contact with her winking labia, lathering his fat ball sack with her juices. Dakota’s crotch had become drenched in the sticky feral fluids, clinging to him as he kept pounding her. Her body felt so much warmer than his own, it made the early morning summer heat feel like a cold breeze between his legs by comparison.


Slowly, he pulled back only to sink right back into her. Minnie felt the eager deer pounding her but didn’t react other than winking and occasionally looking back. Nothing more than a living sex toy and Dakota used her like any young colt would; stuffing her holes until he was satisfied. 


He paced himself, running his hands over her, feeling her whinny and shutter from the affectionate actions. 


        “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? You like me a lot huh?” He tried to dirty talk to the mare but all it did was make him more excited. “Yeah you do. Gonna give you something good like I did Dot. Good girl, very good girl, Minnie!!” 


His thrusts became more erratic, his balls tightened up along with his grip on her ass. Feeling the sudden, stronger impacts, Minnie pushed back, grinding herself into the cub fucking her. Dakota, not ready for the action, felt himself finish just harder than when Dot took his virginity. Sweat covered his whole body as he planted himself balls deep and emptied what felt like a gallon of cum into her hot tunnel. Six, seven, twelve… His balls felt like they could keep making the thick milk forever in those few seconds where pleasure wrapped his mind and body in electric tingles.


        “Oh god…! Take it all Minnie! Ta-oh god…!” Still humping away, Dakota laid down onto her big back, breathing heavily while every drop of cum tried to pump the mare’s cunt full. “Good horsey… Good horsey…”


Stepping off the stool, he lost his balance and fell onto the hay covered ground. With the interior light, he could see the cum soaked mess that he made between her thick lips and muscular thighs. Even while just spent not even a few seconds ago, the horny degenerate was eager to go back for round two. 


By the time he’d finished, the sun was just beginning to crack and he wasn’t ready to stop at all. Not even close. After taking a small break, all Dakota wanted to do was keep sowing his wild oats for as long as he could, as much as he could with the time he had left on the farm.


After a small break, Dakota was ready to go for another round. Just like when he was strutting around outside, he put his hands behind his head and furiously humped the air. He looked at the heavily glazed mess seeping with his fresh load on Minnie’s lips, her massive ass looming over him. Waiting for him to come back and take her. A crazed look grew on his face as he stepped back onto the stool, getting ready for round two.




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Fourteen.


That’s the number of mare’s the degenerate little man had his way with so far in the last couple of days. 


It didn’t matter what the weather was like. If it was misty, he’d go out. If it was raining, he’d walk stark naked in the rain and warm himself up with the horses. If it was hot, he’d use every bit of energy to rut with as many of them before coming back into the air conditioned farm house. By the time he’d have his fill, the rain would have stopped and he’d come back inside,  eat dinner and pass out from exhaustion. 


Rinse and repeat. 


Dakota’s mother originally planned for them to go back on Monday but seeing how much he’s been enjoying himself, she couldn't help herself. After a call to the school saying he’ll be out for a few days, she sat back and watched her son emptying another nasty load into a very receptive mare, letting out a loud whiny just as he finished. Ever since he had his first time with Dot, he hasn’t asked about his little school crush once. 


        ‘No need for him to have a girlfriend and get all funny with her. I’ll bring him here once a month on the weekends as a treat if he stays a good boy and does well in school.’ She watched her son from the house’s porch, seeing him strut around with his cum slick cock, lining up behind another mare. 


        “Atta boy! Let’s see you fuck another one there stud!” the farmer called out from the chicken coop, holding a basket full of eggs and approaching him. She couldn’t stop smiling as he concentrated on the current beauty he’s stuffing his meat into. “This one’s name is Barbie. She’s a real young one, like you. You tryin’ to steal my girls away?” she giggled into his ear.


        “S-she’s so hot!” 


        “I bet she is. Look at you. You look like you’re ready to pump her full like a real horse. Just as ornery and over eager.” She gave Dakota a friendly slap on his bare naked, sweaty ass, making him yelp in surprise. “Go on, Let me see what you’ve been pumping into my girls.”


        “AUghhh, uohh god…!” Squeezing his eyes shut, Dakota let out a shuttered sigh as another built up load came out of his mare juice soaked cock. Shot after shot, every drop going as deep as he could fire into the young filly’s hungry pussy. “She’s so tight…”


        “Almost 2 years old. Makes her around your age in our years, haha!” the farmer girl picked up the basket of eggs and whispered into Dakota’s ears. “And you took her for the first time. How's it feel, stud?” she smiled as she took a look at the frothy mess between the fillys legs. “Not bad. Not bad at all I see.”


Walking back to the house, the two women watched him stand back up on shaky legs, walking to his next target. 


        “No wonder you brought him here. He’d have a whole town pregnant with that kind of labido. And on such a young’en! I’ll be seeing him around a lot.”


        “Oh you will, don’t worry about that.” Dakota’s mother said with a knowing smile, watching her son already going for his next round with another innocent mare. “He’s a good kid, letting out his desires into your mares. I won’t have to worry about him trying to get all friendly with any girls back home anytime soon!” she laughed, snapping more pictures of her son's sexual escapades.


        “Same time next month?” the farmer asked, holding her glass of lemonade.


        “Without a doubt.” clicking their glasses together they watched the show unfold as the eager buck took his newest mare out for a long time of loving.