Warning - This story contains sexual activity between an anthro and ferals involving watersports. IF this offends you or is illegal in your country, please leave this page now. 

Todd quietly sang along to the music beating into his left ear from a single headphone as he cycled along the winding country roads on his journey. The crisp autumn night air ruffled his headfur creating a chill from the sweat which had started to coat him from his exertion. The 16 year old 5'11 brown, striped skunk was bubbling with anticipation. Whilst he was no stranger to these night time excursions, he could never contain the butterflies while riding through the night to his goal. The headlights of a car came into view as it rounded a corner at the end of the single track lane. The skunk paused momentarily before raising the hood of his black sweater. 

People in the area were used to seeing teenagers on their bikes at night. A network of quiet roads through tranquil, flat fields connected the surrounding villages. They were close enough for bicycle to be the primary form of transport for kids going to see their friends or coming home from a party, which is technically what Todd was doing. As the car approached, Todd did his best to obscure his face from view. If the car was driven by somebody who knew him, they may stop for a chat and ask where he was headed. Since he was taking a significant detour and was slightly intoxicated from the party he had just left, it felt best not to risk making up a story on the spot to explain his odd situation. The headlights briefly blinded the skunk as he pulled in close to the side of the road, before the driver switched off their high beams and passed. 

In his black sweat pants and hoodie, Todd looked just like any other kid riding through the night. He had intentionally chosen plain and unidentifiable clothing for this exact reason. He was nearing the end of his journey. He pulled off the single track country lane onto a dirt road which he followed into a wood. This was a common birdwatching spot in the area so it was equipped with car and bike parking. Knowing what he was about to do, he decided to find a quieter, more hidden spot to stash his bike. He hopped off and lay it on the ground behind some bushes before making his way through the forest along a public footpath. He walked through the dark until he reached a gate on his left. The smell of fresh hay was thin in the air as he cocked his head back and sniffed. He had always loved that smell, and it stirred a slight erection in his sweatpants. 

He vaulted the gate and made his way along the tyre tracks leading into a large grassy field coated in dew and surrounded by trees on all sides. The smell of hay grew stronger and began to mix with other earthier scents. He had known this spot for about two years, and his initial anxiety about security cameras or unexpected company had long since subsided. He had learned to stop projecting his awareness of this unconventional sexual appetites onto innocent horse owners. After all, this type of thing was very unlikely to be at the forefront of their minds. 

He walked through the wet grass noticing small mounds of semi-dry horse poop and enjoying the scent eminating from them. The moonlight provided some visibility but far from enough to see the field well. As he strode forward, he noticed three silouhettes emerge in the distance and felt a shiver of excitement shoot up his spine. It had been a fair few weeks since he'd got to have this kind of fun, far too long. He quickened his pace as the edges around the dark shapes began to focus and the details of the colour patterns on the creatures became visible. He took a deep breath and approached the closest creature. The chestnut horse looked towards the skunk as he approached, bringing the identifying white patch on his forehead into view. This was the only male of the group, to whom Todd had quite a strong affinity. 

Todd held out his hand towards the majestic animal as he approached, allowing him to sniff his fingers before Todd brough his body in closer to allow the horse to take in his whole scent. He brought his face close and exhaled a quivering breath into the horse's nostrils. The horse returned the breath and the two shared a moment breathing deeply into eachother, exploring the complex aromas. Todd's member hardened instantly feeling the tickling warmth on his face. He stepped forward and stroked the creature's neck before embracing him, sniffing his mane deeply. Todd lived for this unique scent. The earthy smell of fresh hay with a hint of sweat and musk. He gently ran his fingers down the neck and along the equine's back, before stroking down onto his large muscular behind. 

He stroked the gelding's buttocks for a while, gently moving his hand to the center before sliding his fingers from the top of the tail between the creature's supple cheeks. He moved his hand up and found his mark. The soft puffy donut shaped tailhole. He circled his fingers around it and the equine's tail began to lift, exposing the beautiful hole. The skunk pushed the raised tail aside with his head and settled his lips on the puffy pucker before sliding his tongue in and out of it. The tail remained hiked as he grabbed the horse's strong legs and pulled himself into the sordid kiss. The scent of earthy musk intoxicated him as the whole world left his mind. The horse began to lean back into him as he thrust his tongue inside and moaned with pleasure, bracing himself by bringing one foot back. The weight of the strong animal on his face stifled his breaths as he struggled slightly for air, each inhale infused with the aroma of the musky tailhole. 

He continued working the soft donut open with his tongue as he pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants and removed his hard, 8", uncut cock. He gently stroked it, the musk mixing with the scent of the horse in his nostrils and making him shudder. The skunk, enjoying stink as most skunks do, was not one for cleaning his cock thoroughly. The smell of last night's jacking off session was apparent and served to excite the skunk further. He was beginning to reach his limit, so he pulled back from the horse and stopped stroking his member momentarily. He stripped off his hoodie and shirt exposing his fluffy white chest fur. He then pulled his sweatpants off over his shoes, leaving him naked in the cool night air. He was far too excited to feel the cold as he folded his clothes and placed them on the ground. 

He held his body against the gelding's behind, embracing him and leaning his head on his lower back. The tip of Todd's cock was rubbing against the equine's soft pucker, causing his tail to hike up again. He circled the warm tailhole with his solid member, his precum lubricating the entrance. Just as he was about to push forward, he heard the unmistakable hissing sound of liquid hitting grass. He jolted back from the gelding greeted with the sight of a mare unleashing a stream of hot urine onto the ground. He lurched towards her, causing her to startle and momentarily stop the stream. The sweet aroma was enchanting as he quickly approached her raised tail and got to his knees. 

He placed a hand on her rear, alerting her to his presence and began to sniff her warm, teardrop shaped vulva as it winked. The sweet scent of grass and urea assaulted his nostrils. He loved the smell of mare pussy, especially one dripping with piss. He waited patiently for the flood gates to open once again and was rewarded by an acrid, hot gushing of fluids from the equine onto his face and chest. He thrust his muzzle towards her and began tonguing her folds as urine shot into his mouth. He did his best to swallow what he could but the acrid warmth caused him to cough and splutter as the piss forced its way out of the equine's hole past his face, the pressure causing it to go up his nose. He was in heaven. 

As the stream began to slow, the mare winked her vulva around Todd's maw, pushing her clitoris into his mouth. He sucked on it eagerly with each wink, exploring the wrinkled slick texture and savouring the taste. He continued to suck and lick her clitoris before bringing his fingers up to her entrance. Her loose pussy easily accomodated his probing as he entered the top of her teardrop with four fingers. He began to slowly thrust his hand in and out of her, pushing the back of his hand to the top of her canal and pushing her clitoris with his fingers. He fisted deeper and deeper into the horse until he felt contact with her cervix. Todd quickened his pace, occasionally withdrawing to push back on her clitoris. He noticed the mare bracing herself and lowering her rear, prompting him to twist his body, positioning his face just beneath her slick warm hole. With a few more thrusts of his arm he was rewarded with an assault of sweet, thick mare cum gushing onto his face and open maw. She whinneyed as she winked around his wrist again and again while her pulsating orgasm took her. 

He stood up and wiped the slippery juices onto his hard cock, mixing with his precum and musk. He once again approached the gelding and slid his hand under his tail. The tail raised once more. Todd embraced the warm rear of the animal and quickly lined his cock up with his pucker. Todd needed release and could not wait much longer. Adding a bit of spit to the juices on his cock, he stroked himself before raising to his tiptoes and thrusting hard into the gelding. The horse shifted its weight before settling back onto the assaulting member. Todd thrust with abandon, squeezing the equine's sides as he pounded into his tailhole. He looked down to see the dark shape of the pucker bulging around his cock with each withdrawal, as if it was trying to pull him back in. The skunk would happily oblige. He sped up his reckless thrusts until his body began to tense. His rhythm was broken as he exhaled and moaned, shooting hot ropes of semen into the horse's back side. He felt his whole groin pulse as the ecstasy washed over him, unloading his seed into his bestial partner. He collapsed, putting his weight over the gelding's rear. 

"Thanks beautiful." He whispered as he slid his cock out of the warm hole, feeling the night air chill his softening shaft. He dressed himself, hiding his yellow stained chest fur but still retaining the musky scent then walked to each of the horses and kissed their noses, petting their necks to say goodbye. He exited the field the way he came in, hopped on his bike and headed home, hoping he'd be able to get to the shower without being spotted. "Until next time." He though to himself, already longing to be back. "Until next time."