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In The Stables,
By TT
By TT
Rebecca, or Beki as she had started calling and introducing herself as, had been wandering the streets of the knock-off Megacity that she had escaped to. When her green eyes saw it, a sign for the stables just outside of the city. One of the things that she had learned in the labs was about feral animals that were used for labor or kept as pets. This got her to look into ferals more, learning that they are just as many types of ferals as there are anthros. This same rabbit hole led her to some of the more sketchy parts of the web that frankly she was surprised weren't blocked by the lab’s strict protocols.
During one of her sleepless nights, she had found images of horses and their naughty bits, long, hard, throbbing, and she fell in love right away. She felt herself getting wet with arousal as her paws carried her to the stable, mind wandering to thoughts of horse cock plowing her holes and filling her with strong, fertile seed…mana rich seed.
It took all of her will to not sprint into the stables and into the first stall that she could, she didn’t want to get caught and knew that she had to be smart about it. She walked past the stables, glancing over to them and seeing a few of the large, powerful looking horses that were being housed there, but no people. She turned on her heels and walked up to the open barn door and looked in, only horses.
This was a perfect chance for her, several horses to play with, and no one around to stop her. Feeling more confident now, she strolled in and looked up and down the aisle, seeing a few of the horses peeking out and looking at the strange canine-like marsupial. Beki’s tail started wagging when she saw him.
At the end of the hall was a massive stud, snow white fur with a brilliantly colored and cared for mane. He was the one, no two ways about it. “Hello handsome.” Beki spoke in a soft, soothing tone as she approached. “I’m here to drain your balls.” She offered him her paw so that he could sniff it, as he was doing so, she peeked over the stall wall. He was a text book stud, thick, pretty sheath hiding his perfect cock, the heavy balls hanging down.
“Oh god.” She whined out as she soaked in every detail of him, her tail starting to wag more as she saw his sheath starting to stir. It was as if he was picking up on how much she wanted him and he wanted her. Beki opened the gate, stepped in and closed it behind her. This stud must have been important, the stall was spotless, the hay under her paws was soft as clouds.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun.” She took off her hat, and the strips of fabric that she called clothing and set them to the side, leaving the cloned thylacine in just her collar and harness, the chains on it jingling a little as she walked over to what looked like a crate or a big wooden step stool. “Perfect.” She muttered, pulling the stool out a little before draping a blanket over it.
Back arched, legs spread, rump and tail nice and high, her upper half on the stool for support. “Come and get it big boy.” She ordered, the stud listening as he clopped his way over. Beki shivered a little as she felt his hot breath on her soaked pussy before he mounted.
Hooves came down on the stool, showing its craftsmanship as the horse's broad cock head pressed against Beki’s rump, drooling hot pre-cum all over her neithers. The stud bucked his hips, the cock slipping and grinding against the pouch puppy’s rump, soaking it in pre. The horse moved his hips back again.
Without thinking, Beki started to reach back and help guide him into her depths, but he found his mark. Fat, broad tip pushing past the lips of her vulva and sinking all the way in. She had to bite her lower lip as she felt the cock stretching her so much, the feeling of the plump sheath teasing her hole told her he was all the way in; it was times like this that she was happy for her perfect, lab grown anatomy.
The stud nickered as he pulled out and slammed right back in, long deep thrusts as if he was breeding a mare of his own species. It quickly became hard for Beki to keep from moaning too loud, one of her paws moving to rub and feel the bulge in her gut that he was causing as the other helped brace herself on the stool.
The thylacine lost track of time, giving up on trying to think at all honestly. The only thing that she could think about or focus on was the fat cock that was pounding into her, the pool of hot pre that was puddling inside of her. She let out a yowling moan as she felt her body tensing up, her vaginal walls milking and doing their best to pull the horse’s cock as deep as she could. The stud whined and froze for a moment, she expected to feel the pulsing gushes of cum filling her.
Some movement and another snort from the male as he started thrusting into her again with renewed vigor and need. Orgasm after orgasm rocked the marsupial's body as she was bred, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her skull as she had her biggest orgasm as her stud finally slammed in one last time.
The markings on her body shone as she felt the first, powerful blast of cum rushing into her….then another and another, to the point that she could feel the cum pouring out of her and running down her legs, soaking into her fur and making a mess, a reminder of her time with him. What felt like ages passed before he finished and pulled out, Beki collapsing to her knees, shaking and panting.
“Good boy.” She muttered, crawling over to the corner where her hat and belongings were before collapsing into a pile of soft hay and falling asleep.