Public Horsebreeding

[00:33] [user]Razzhil[/user]: The sun had baked the mud a crusted brown in the well-worn paddock, cracks in the clay where the puddles had long since risen to the blue skies above.  The heat was enough to bring a sheen of sweat to the wolf's masked muzzle, wiped away on the back of a hand as he swept the range, a few faces popping up to greet him, met with a smile and a wave.  The expanse was fairly barren, just a trough against the ruddy barn wall and the breeding mount in the middle of the paddock, close enough to the fence that, when things really got going, a few lucky observers might just get a splatter of their own.  It was of simple construction, a sturdy iron bar supported by two thick logs stuck deep into the earth, seemingly hefty enough to hold up an elephant, much less what this bastard had planned.

For a moment he vanished back into the barn, silence slipping across the scenery, and in the gloom he came to the stall door that held his pretty princess.  The knowledge of what this day would bring was hers to hold, in her dingy, dirty little wooden cell, to sleep with, or lay stricken awake all night, as she would, until he came to get her at this midday hour, "Alright, your highness, time to get this show out of the stable."  Unlocking the door to her stall, he slapped his thigh twice, demanding her presence with the leash hanging from one hand, sturdy locking clasp glinting in the low light, "I don't have to remind you, but I will all the same.  You fuck this up for me, you squirm and throw this off, you draw blood, and I'll have Howie so deep up your asshole you'll be licking it off his flared knob.  And your subjects will forever know you ass the Assfucked Dyke Princess."

By the time they made it to the paddock, the crowd had grown, and a smile glinted in his eyes, lips unseen beneath the black mask that obscured him from cheeks to nostrils, "My goodness, they really want to see this bit.  You're famous, princess.  Revel in your popularity."  A harsh, grating tone edged into his words, and he yanked the chain to draw her forward, on toward the iron bar that stood ominously ahead.  There was a heavy iron ring in center for him to tie onto with the leash, securing the princess's collar so she had just a bit of room to move and wiggle, and nowhere to hide from the watchful eyes of her adoring fans strewn out around the fencing.  His voice rose with a resonant tone to reach the folks around.

"[b]My good people!  For years your princess has defied tradition, rejected the rightful advances of men to the throne, and spurned your will!  In just three short weeks, I have convinced her of the error of her ways, and she now stands before you, ready and willing to bear the burden of masculine rule.  Today, before all you good subjects, she will prove her reformation by carrying the foal of one of your great steeds!  Let this stand as unequivocal proof of her return to propriety and rightful rule!"[/b]
[01:00] *[user]Keira Regar[/user] had been fearing and dreading this day for quite long. It always seemed so far away, until recently. The tigress had spent the last month as a captive underneath the wolf's 'care.' He was trying to break her will, degrade and humiliate her, and the lupine had done a thorough job. All her days consisted of lately were centered around her humiliation and forcing her to accept her place as a mare for an animal. Starting with the loss of virginity by the stallion, he always pushed the envelope further, forcing her to grow used to the sensation of the beast plowing his oversized shaft into her, threatening her with terrible things unless she serviced the animal with her tongue. She held out, fought and was painfully stubborn, but time and pressure had their effect on her. It didn't seem too long ago when her body first shook in a violent, heavy climax after Howie plowed into her again. It still became a regular thing far too quickly for her. Her days consisted of her yowling her heart out in moans as the beast mounted her again and again.

That already had been bad enough. What was worse that those constant, repeated and overwhelming bouts of fucking her chipped away at her pride, humiliated her further. The tigress had been forced to huff the musk of his crotch until she couldn't think straight and became downright drunk on it. That, together with the frequent, forced orgasms had a physical effect on her: She had been forced into heat, and the effect was far from pretty.
The tigress hadn't even had time to get used to the image of herself in the mirror, after the wolf had done a number marking her. She recoiled every time she saw her own image, was confused when she woke up and found a few little extras. One couldn't fault her, really.

Hesitantly, the athletic, tall and beautiful predatory tigress was forced out, and quickly enough her heart raced, pounding in her chest. She just couldn't believe this was happening, yet at the same time, she felt awfully resigned to it even as anger flared in her. It looked like she was going to hiss at the wolf considering the glare she was giving him, but that threat made her lower her gaze in a rather resigned gesture. The feline was speechless, and almost too easily enough she followed along with him. The moment the sunlight hit her, her eyes narrowed as if she was blinded by it.

To say that Razzhil had done a number on her was an understatement: The regal looking tigress had a thick, heavy looking iron collar on her that stood out against that snow-white and striped fur of hers. Naked, her breasts bounced with each step, as did the metal ear-mark on her that was clearly something reserved for cattle rather than women. A rather large tattoo of a hoof on her belly, just below her navel drew attention lower, she was marked in this crude fashion. Her demeanor was similarly affected, with her ears folded, the tigress held her gaze towards the ground, as if she was going to her execution! Yet, that sex of hers was clearly swollen with heat, glistening with arousal as the sun hit it just from the right angle. What wasn't immediately obvious were the kitty-mitts on her hands that she couldn't remove and blended in rather nicely with her fur. White, cartoonish and making her claws a non-issue, the tigress had even been unable to use her thumb. She looked downright [b]ridiculous[/b], and she was terribly aware of it.


[01:00] [user]Keira Regar[/user]: This seemed all terribly surreal to her, even while her heart pounded in her ears. As he spoke, her eyes darted up, seeing more than a few people looking back at her. Immediately she lowered her gaze again. As if to protest, her muzzle opened, but nothing came out. This was way too much for her to handle, even as strong as she was. She couldn't run, not like that. The tigress wouldn't get anywhere, and she knew that angering the wolf would lead to far worse. Soon enough she stood there, infront of that bar, forced downwards as she was secured, bent over a good bit. That white, firm rear standing out as those kitty-mitts came up, holding onto the bar. God, she wanted to tear up and cry, but no sound came out of her.
[01:10] *[user]Razzhil[/user] stared down over her bent frame, a grin obvious in the crease of his eyes as he admired her body.  One harsh hand came sweeping down to slap against one of the tigress's plush, furred asscheeks, gripping the muscular mound and helping to spread and expose her swollen, needy sex, the sheer scent of it enough to drive any given male to a sexual rampage, "I see you've made yourself ready, your highness."  He murmured the words, soft, for her ears only, and slid his fingers down along the back of her thighs, framing that heated, hungry pussy without ever making contact.  Aside from preparation, it was one thing that had never been breached between them, personal intimate contact.  She was here for the horse, and he made sure her body knew it every day.

Rising again, he left her, tied to the breeding bar and bent to receive her duty.  Back within the barn he came to Howie's stall, where the big stallion was already quite worked up, snorting and stamping, kicking at his walls and whinnying with the raw scent of fertile female stinging his nostrils, almost panicked, with a froth at his lips.  There was already a bit and bridle on him, but nothing else, just enough to keep the stud's head under control as the wolf led him to the paddock.  He was absolutely massive, a draft horse of titanic proportions, with a huge, muscular chest, thick haunches, cords bulging along his neck as he chewed his bit, and broad, hefty hooves that thudded the ground like distant explosions, pounding into the desiccated earth in broken rhythm as he was led into the arena.
[01:20] *[user]Howie[/user] glistened with sweat, that greasy, salty slime that his kind exuded to counter this kind of heat and strain.  It had been three long days since he'd gotten his chance to mount the cat, bury himself in her luscious body and fill her full to the brim with his thick, virile seed.  His balls were heavy.  His cock hung low beneath his glistening frame, swaying back and forth as he was led forward toward his mate, this slight, muscular feline form that had been offered to him.  The rod was grotesquely massive, a bulging atrocity of masculine sex, thick and throbbing and dripping a pale cream that splattered and soaked into the ground in the jagged path of his approach.  At anxious as he was to begin, he trotted back and forth at the edge of his lead, straining against the firm hold of his owner, head tucked when he pulled too hard, but well-trained enough not to start rearing and bolting, no matter how much the scent of a fertile feline fuckhole had him wanting to.

There were a few times that he reared back, as he got closer, more out of habit than any attempt to throw off the lead that held him, both front hooves leaving the ground and slamming back down hard enough to shudder the bar that the cat held, evidence of just how massive this stud truly was.  But she knew.  She'd felt him, every bit of him, held the brutal rod that bounced and throbbed behind her, sniffed and licked every inch of him, from the broad, flared cocktip and its thick, creamy cumslit down to his massive balls held in their strained, musky pouch.  The stench of him followed like a cloud, joining into the miasma of the cat's own heated breeding scent and filling the entirety of the area with the raw reek of fucking.  It was coming.  There was nothing now that would stop that.

By now they had a rhythm, the cat would get into position, Howie would mount up on whatever contraption the wolf had baked up, the wolf would line him up, and he'd get to fuck this kitty until she was screaming, and then some.  Until he had filled her womb so full that it came squirting out around him.  Several times each day.  But for three long days now he'd had nothing but the scent of her growing heat in the stall just next to his, nothing but runs out in the field and a hard cock with no juicy snatch to fill.  Nothing, until now.  Teeth bared, eyes rolled, and he reared again with a harsh neigh, both hooves coming up and over the heavy iron bar and slamming down around her, with that huge, brutal horsecock smacking into the small of her back and splattering her with the warm, gooey slime of his arousal.  Nestled there, resting against her upturned asscheeks, he thrust a few times up against her fur, driving the slimy cocktip into her back and grinding a tiny hint of pleasure, enough to spurt another hefty gush of his fluids across her fur, where it could begin to drip down along her ribs, before he could rest enough for his owner to play his part and get this loving couple to their consummation.
[01:42] *[user]Keira Regar[/user] tensed up as the wolf touched her like that. That fur on her neck stood upright, it was damn clear she didn't like any of that while she gritted her teeth. The only thing keeping her from uttering some harsh insults and making her displeasure better known was the shame and hate she felt. Hate for the wolf, for making her go through all of this. The stallion for mounting her when she wasn't a mare. But mostly her own body for giving in to this constant barrage of sexual perversion; torturing her mind with unwanted pleasure while the shame in her mind only made it that much more effective. She still thought wherever she could escape from this, but a simple tug against the place where her collar was secured to the metal bar dispelled any possible hope pretty quickly. If there had been a chance to escape or get back at the lupine for all this, it had come and gone.

The wolf left, and all that was left was the bent over tigress, feeling the cold air rush over her body. She didn't dare to look up, all she was feeling was the burning shame, and that overwhelming heat in her loins. Keira had never experienced heat before, and she could only describe it as 'terrible.' Her abused sex dripped with her arousal, red, slightly swollen with need and the heat of it all reached into her very core. She didn't really know if it was that, or the shame that was making her almost have to pant for breath, in the end, it really didn't matter.
Even the tigress herself could smell that heavy scent of her heat, a feline that was practically radiating fertility and need. It really was going to happen, he'd have that animal breed her.

The tigress shuddered impotently, tensing up and looking terribly conflicted. There was nothing she could do about it, except ride this one out. Just as the thought crossed her, those heavy, hooved steps started becoming audible, and coming ever close. Oh god. Her ears folded back against her skull, eyes darting to her side. Not that she really wanted or could look behind her. There was nothing to see that would have comforted her at all, she had been through this song and dance more than often. Yet, those steps sounded terribly excited. Great, just as she assumed and feared the beast was particularly riled up. Just as he stepped behind her, her nose could again sense that heavy, masculine and raw musk of a male beast. It had gotten awfully familiar, but with her heat now she couldn't really shake the feeling that it gave her the impression of something virile, strong and.. appealing.

Before she knew it, that massive frame of his suddenly leapt up, and two familiar hooved appeared infront of her as a part of his weight descended on her back. A gasp escaped her, as if she was surprised. His chest pressed into her back, that red, full hair of the tigress and her head standing out on the front of it. Instantly that fat slab of meat plopped down onto her back, drooled onto her and made her skin crawl. The tigress grimaced, huffing the scent out of her nose as best she could, casting a short glance up at the beast's muzzle before she lowered her gaze again. The stallion's frame shadowed over hers, and while her skin crawled while his length rubbed and ground itself into her back, the feline needed a moment. This was a downright practiced act as she arched her back just a bit, pressing her back into his chest and re-adjusted legs, spreading them apart to support herself better. If it hadn't been for the heavy collar and the mixed expressions on her face, it would have certainly given the impression that she had been very willing. But all she was doing was to make the whole act easier on herself while the animal ontop of her neighed and readied himself.
[01:52] *[user]Razzhil[/user] grunted in approval as the princess spread herself, readying her body for the breeding that was to come, "That's a good girl.  Keep that ass up high and we'll get you knocked up proper."  The unspoken threat, of course, that her tight little asshole was at risk, was a private thought between them, ever since that first hard night.  Her pussy was another matter, entirely.  Not only was she in a dreadful state of heat, dripping and swollen and hot to the touch, but she'd been so thoroughly bred by this stallion over the last few weeks that, even with a few days off, her cunt would gape slightly, hanging open and waiting for the virile rod currently grinding into the fur of her back.  It was awfully convenient not to have to prepare her, to only need to reach in under the big stud and get his hand wrapped half-around that monstrous slab of fuckmeat, the wolf's head turned slightly to try and catch some fresh air like he was tending a bonfire, and start to guide the horse downward.

It was a practiced motion, by now, the stallion mounting up, then slowly stepping back to get the blunt tip of his cock down to meet the fuckhole Razz had chosen for him, and this time would be the show itself, like some twisted sideshow at a circus, a true performance of masculine power bearing down on this admittedly powerful female feline frame.  Once he was down beneath those spread asscheeks and tucked up against the needy folds of the princess's pussy, Razz held him in place, guiding him as the valley guides the river, until he was into the bitch, then stepped abruptly back to get out of the way.  Once he was in, this was Howie's show, and he'd get this breeding mare until he was good and done with her.
[02:03] *[user]Nightshade Mirabeau[/user] walks into the area, taking a brief look around.
[02:03] Keira Regar has kicked Nightshade Mirabeau from Equine Superiority.
[02:06] *[user]Howie[/user] nickered and snorted as he was brought to bear, feeling the soft fur up against his swollen cock, up against his chest, always this intimate, sensual experience, moreso with each passing day.  At first the cat had been distant, angry, thrashing and unkind, but as the weeks had gone on she'd become more sensuous, more loving in her care, licking and sniffing at his sex, wet and open to him, the clench of her climaxes helping to milk out his own. To the stud, she'd fallen for him, and it made all this breeding so much more pleasurable, made his cock so much harder, so that even before he was stuffed into her, his cocktip was already flaring a bit, that crown around his broad tip pulsing and swelling, each hard surge followed by another splurt of gooey cream to make a mess of the pretty cat's fur.  Howie was eager to begin, and had a hard time keeping his prancing hooves under control, especially after so long without release, but he held it together like a good warhorse until the wolf got him into position.

The hand on his cock was familiar, it calmed him, he knew what it meant, what it always meant, and his hooves shifted back, one at a time, shuffling as he dragged long inches of horsecock back across the cat's lower back, down over her ass, until it slipped past and wasn't making any contact at all.  One urgent little thrust crammed his broad fucktip up against the steaming folds of her swollen sex, and a shudder rocked through his whole frame, emerging in a whinny from his frothing lips.  For anyone looking closely, they would notice his massive balls suddenly clench up, and a wet, slimy trickle of fluids ran down one of the cat's inner thighs, creamy and glistening in the bright midday sun.  The heat of the day, the heat of the cat, the blood pumping through him all took over, and he lunged.

Massive pressure rammed up against the cat's lips, his cocktip seeming to be bigger than ever before, perhaps due to her days of celibacy, perhaps due to his ravenous, maddening arousal, but whatever the cause it was a struggle to split her soaking snatch open, as it had been in the very beginning.  That first lunge shoved her forward, forced her to brace or fall, and it was followed by another that strained powerfully against her body's resistance.  A long moment passed, and with a wet, sloppy [b]squelch[/b] his bestial horsedick plunged into her cunt, stuffing her with brutal inches of throbbing, masculine arousal.  A harsh snort ripped from his nostrils as he felt that deep, potent heat wrap around him, his low-hanging balls swinging far forward and clenching up, and from her strained folds a trickle of fluid managed to escape, drizzling to the ground beneath her in what would come to be an atrocious puddle.

That first thrust opened the gates, and he erupted into a flurry of deep, pounding hammers of his blunt horsecock, driving the massive rod deeper and deeper into her heated cunt with powerful clenches of his muscular haunches, each one with a snort or grunt or nicker from his clenched teeth.  Slimy, musky wetness clung to every inch of the mottled cockflesh that was peeled free when his hips withdrew, dragged back away from her, and there was almost a sense of reluctance, like he might just want to keep pushing in and in and never pull free.  But he did, wrenching back against the clinging walls of her sex just so he could plunge back in and stuff this cat with more and more of his urgent length, until that thick medial ring was slamming up against her.  Harder.  Harder.  They'd played this game.  She was going to take it.  And the other half of him, as well.  Nothing was going to stop him, now.
[02:32] *[user]Keira Regar[/user] couldn't exactly help herself but utter a barely-heard insult underneath her breath while the wolf voiced his approval. It was just a gesture of protest, impotent and it mattered little when she was presenting like that. It was just about keeping a little slice of dignity, at least to be able to pretend she wasn't a willing mare, needing to be bred. With her in that position, feeling the beast ontop of her, his scent, her sex twitched and clenched around the air. Her entire crotch had been matted by her arousal, it was dripping down her thighs and it was a downright wonder she hadn't lost her mind. Still, that tail of hers flickered next to his waist while she waited and braced herself. The stallion in recent memory hadn't been this fired up at all, and always kept satisfied, but now he was excited, needy and she was sensitive. A bad combination. Shuddering, the tigress only gripped the bar more tightly, as well as she could, at least.

The beast shuffled and stepped back, and her entire body became terribly tense, muscles tightening. For plenty of reasons she was awfully nervous: God, she hoped she just make it through all of this. The royal tigress could only swallow heavily, hear the shuffling of hooves and then everything happened quite quickly: That drooling, oversized length slipped down from her back to her rear, her toes dug into the ground for grip, she bit her lower lip for a moment as nothing happened.
Suddenly, he pressed forward, and that flat, broad tip of his kissed her heated slit, pressing against it and shoved her entire body forward with his buck! It didn't go in! Wherever it was her clenching, her heat having made her a bit tighter or the crown of his tip making immediate insertion impossible. Her breasts bounced, erect nipples stabbing into the air as a surprised and overwhelmed look spread across her face, emerald eyes going wide. That hadn't happened for a long time!

He kept pressing forward, budging and denting her sex inward, eyes going wider and wider as she tensed up more and more, pressing her back against his chest. It looked like he was far too large for her, like it wouldn't ever possibly fit! Her muzzle opened in a soundless and breathless gasp while she arched her back. She was just hanging on with all her strength against the bar, trying to keep herself in place as her entire body was inched forward. That length of his twitched, and she felt him pump his arousal into and over her sex as the thick, sticky liquid spread over her thighs and slit. It made her skin crawl, but she had far bigger problems. He bucked and pressed forward, and rather suddenly the pressure became too much: That sex of hers was forced to spread wider and wider, and suddenly he was inside her, that velvety, heated sex clamping down on his length. Her reaction was immediate:

The tigress yowled! Throwing her head into her back, her muzzle went as wide as it possible could, a rather rough sound was practically forced from her lungs. Surprise and discomfort as that hard, oversized length spread her sex apart. Her insides squeezed, wrapped themselves over the massive slab of meat with all their strength. Not that she could possibly stop him when she was this aroused, her insides were slick, and although her sex was obscenely stretched in a wide 'O' around his length, he wasn't going to have any trouble sinking deeper into her.

[02:32] [user]Keira Regar[/user]:

Nothing she could do was going to stop or slow him down, and the beast immediately abused her tight insides for all they were worth, bucking into her. On that stomach of hers that bulge of his length was easily visible, and as he sunk into her, her sex clenched around him again. That yowl she still kept going suddenly warped itself into a rough, brutal moan as pleasure shook and assaulted her body. The tigress shuddered as her eyes turned in their sockets. Bit by bit of his length sunk into her, and her toes curled while her voice reached higher and higher as that medial ring battered against her slit, and that sensitive nub. It was painfully obvious she was only an inch away from a heavy climax.
[02:49] *[user]Howie[/user] was in no further mood for romance, all patient having been drained down into his balls and ready to pump this filly with the thick sludge that they held.  The sounds she was making, the way she clenched up and squeezed his invading log of fuckflesh, the raw smell of her fertile sex, all drove him to frenzy as he rocked her body beneath him.  It was no easy task, taking a full-grown horse while freestanding, most victims would have folded by now, whether from the sheer weight of the beast over them or the kind of weakness that plagued their legs when a spear like this was shoved to such depths within them, but the cat was stable beneath him, even seemed to be pushing back somehow, offering a solid surface against which he could truly drive himself, urgent to bury every inch of fuckflesh that he could within her.

The thickness of his medial ring crammed against her again and again, his cockflesh deforming slightly as he struggled to make entry, but his hooves crept forward as he rutted this mare and his withdrawal got shorter and shorter until finally, with another wet [b]plop[/b], that swollen ring spread her soaking folds and sank into her body, followed by several long inches of his throbbing length.  For the first time, he paused, like he'd just made it up over a difficult rise and wanted to appreciate the view, his hooves shuffling forward further so that the next thrust he made rammed deep, achingly deep into her sex, his broad hammertip slamming against her cervix and his massive, swaying nutsack slapping hard up against her pelvic ridge, smothering everything from her gaping, stuffed cunt to her belly button.

The next pull back only retreated as far as that ring, then he plunged back in, rocking her entire frame and bulging his massive cocktip into the very center of that kinky hoofprint tattoo that burned so freshly in her pale fur.  The powerful chest slammed hard down into her as the bestial male rose into the latter portion of this rut, taking on a more feral countenance, snorting and drooling from his frothing lips, teeth bared and eyes rolling wildly, those huge balls clenching up at a rising rhythm as he poured the massive length of his sex into her body, pummeling her insides with the throbbing pillar of horsedick.  His body curled into the thrusts, hard enough to drive the cat up onto her toes, trying to force himself deeper still, limited only by her depth, violating every inch of her fertile passage that could be reached.

Between her feet the puddle of slime had grown, muddy and slick, a kinky mixture of his fluids and hers, but as he charged into this final stretch the slop that drooled from her gaping folds grew thicker, opaque, dripping out in thicker clumps with a richer masculine stench that flooded up and assaulted her nostrils.  She knew it, had smelled it plenty of times before, but somehow this was more of it, harsher, a darker male scent, as though evoked by the breeding heat that bled from her.  His head dropped down, teeth clenched around his bit and snorting just alongside her face, on the other side of the bar, curled down like his hips were curling inward, ramming harder into her clenching fucktunnel through whatever tightness her climax could bring as he prepare to deliver his.
[03:15] *[user]Keira Regar[/user] was losing her mind, and unable to spend even a thought on what was happening. Only sensations washed over her. That heated shaft inside her, pushing self deeper, the medial ring on his shaft battering ifself against her folds making her flinch and tense around his shaft - in turn sending pleasure through her entire body. This was overwhelming, bestial fucking and her body had only one response: Overwhelming her mind with perverse pleasure while her heat drove him to pound himself deeper into her. Those tight folds of hers squeezed his shaft, downright begging to fill her. Yet, his sheer size caused discomfort, in her voice there was a distinct hiss from the burning stretching she was forced to endure, the discomfort of having something so large driven and rammed into her couldn't be mistaken for anything else. Even though the tigress couldn't help but let out a hiss, they soon enough turned into sultry, high pitched and feminine moans.

Those legs shifted, trying desperately to find halt and traction while his bucks caused her entire body to be shifted forward. Not that she was going to stand a chance against his strength. Again and again that medial ring bashed itself against her sex in audible, wet and harsh slaps while the stallions balls swung with his heavy thrusts. With each one, she yowled out a bit louder. Rough, rugged moans were all she could get out of her throat and within a few moments the tigress body visibly shook, tail shooting straight up as best it could while she threw her head side to side, red hair flying around her. It happened terribly suddenly, but out of nowhere the pleasure simply overwhelmed her, and her sex was choking his shaft as hard as it could while she arched her back as much as she possibly could. Those emerald eyes fluttered, and that yowled moan became an aggressive, growled scream of overwhelming pleasure. The claws on her toes dug into the ground, wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body, only for him to beat himself deeper into her and slip that medial ring further in.

That only made her scream out in pleasure again as she practically jumped up against him while his length drove itself so much deeper into her. That bulge and outline of his shaft on her belly grew further, deeper and she swore she saw white at the edges of her eyes, as if she was about to pass out. Then he thrusted into her again, pressing out every remaining bit of air out of her lungs as the tigress moaned out again, sounding terribly breathless. It just kept going deeper, and deeper. The tigress, as sensitive as she was, swore she could feel every fat vein on the surface of his shaft, that odd, flat tip rubbing, grinding and spreading her insides around him as he drove into her.

There was no defense against it, nothing she could do to keep herself from running out of breath and be simply overwhelmed by unwanted pleasure. He drove every bit of his length in he could, forced that tip of his to kiss her cervix and then tried to force in more. She had to pull away from that, stand on her toes as that length pumped arousal into her and buried every single bit he could into her body. A gasp escaped her, she needed to breathe, but that climax she had hadn't died down at all! But the stallion pulled out only a bit, only to thrust himself into her back again, bashing his tip against her cervix again. One breathless gasp after another was forced out of her, while the beast filled every bit of her.
[03:32] *[user]Howie[/user] snorted and shuddered with the deep, clenching tightness of this fucksleeve wrapped around him, a breeding passage never meant to handle a beast of this nature, utter unnatural in every way.  At its deepest reach, he yanked back, as though distance could help him charge forward enough to bury these last few inches, until that fat ring was tugging back against her clenching folds, those stretched and reddened lips deforming as they clung to him, unrecognizable from the tight, pert little lesbian quim that had been brought before him only a few weeks past.  His ring [b]slurped[/b] free of her depths, a cascade of slimy fluids splattering to the puddle at her feet, and he immediately rammed back in, shoving it back into her soaking cunt with another wet squish and pummeling through to ram against her womb again.

And again.  And again. These long, deep thrusts got faster, harder as he charged toward his own oncoming climax, those heavy nuts battering her with each plunge, the trunk of fuckmeat within her thickening with the oncoming rush of blood and lust, stretching her in these final moments to the thickest she'd ever felt him before.  No refuge from her climax, he drove through her clenching spasms until they ached, until she was breathless from the outpouring of forced pleasure and the internal pounding of her organs, shoving them asive to make room in her belly for his bullying length.  His head lifted slightly from its curled posture with each plunge, that barrel of a chest heaving for breath agaisnt her, crushing down as the telltale signs of his pleasure, familiar to the cat by now, swept through him from his flexed hindquarter to his gritted teeth.

Rearing back, a thunderous neigh erupted from his maw, hips ramming forward until she was lifted from the ground, her claws toes barely scraping the cumsoaked dirt, and gravity dragging her body down to drench every inch that he could manage in her sodden heat, and those bloated, dripping balls clenched up taut, swelling into the base of his turgid length and stretching her inner world all the way up through her breeding passage until the first gargantuan geyser of virile horse seed exploded into the depths of her cunt, utterly drenching through the whole of her fuckhole and stuffing her womb overfull with thick ounces of gooey breeding slime.  The swollen medial ring locked away the sludge, keeping it stuffed into her depths until the prominent bulge in her tummy was subtly rounded, the distinctive shape of his pulsing cock lost in the sheer mass of spunk that filled her.

Soon enough, though, the pressure overwhelmed even his thickness, and a waterfall of pale, virile slop began to trickle, then gush from the cat's stretched pussy lips splattering down across his tense, clenching ballsack and plopping down to the soaking puddle of muddy spunk beneath her in an expanding ring of slimy mess.  His hips hunched, ramming into her depths again and again as his long-delayed climax ground a hard path into her body, his eyes only finally rolling back when those massive balls eased back and he allowed her toes to touch back down to the filthy ground beneath her.
[03:57] *[user]Keira Regar[/user] felt the utter fullness inside her while the stallion stretched her out. The beast had filled her out to the brim and then some! Even though she had been somewhat used to it, the overwhelming pleasure that made the tigress shudder, squirm and yowl her heart out was something she couldn't have possibly braced for. The previous times where Howie had mounted her, her climax came after plenty of work, this time all had needed to do was to mount and thrust into her a few times, and pleasure overwhelmed her. Her slit clenched around his length again and again, spasming with every other heartbeat of hers. It was more than rough and unfair, but obviously the animal didn't care for mercy. Her body was being rocked back and forth by those relentless, powerful thrusts, her entire body shaking as he pounded the breath right out of her lungs.

The wetness from her sex, that messy, sticky mix of her arousal and his pre is something she only could barely notice. Her ears twitched at the perverse, wet and messy thrusts, shaming her further. She felt the wet heat on her thighs only for that medial ring to be plowed into her once more and giving her an overwhelming dose of pleasure once more. Keira wanted to curse, but all she could do when she opened her muzzle was to gasp out hoarse moans while saliva ran down her chin. There wasn't any composure she could keep up at this point, she was having her mind fucked right out of her. Even though her sex clamped down fiercely on his shaft, his strength and her slickness made sure he just could batter into her again and again. That bulge on her stomach receded and grew over and over while he plowed into her, as if he could go deeper! The animal was just letting out his pent up frustration and lust on her, and the feline's only response was to quake with pleasure.

That shaft disappeared into her again and again, she barely could spend a single thought wherever this beast would finally get off inside her, only to notice him clenching and the length flexing inside her. A huffed gasp escaped her as he suddenly neighed and he suddenly thrust inside her to impale her on her shaft, leave her hanging for dear life as her feet tried to get a hold of the ground. That tip of his flared inside her, scraping against her sensitive insides and she yowled again, as if she was getting off a second time, even though her first climax never had really ended. With it kissing her cervix like that, it was a downright air-tight seel as his balls drew up, twitched and started pumping his seed into her. Her heart practically skipped a beat, she knew what that mean when she was in her heat, but  she didn't have the strength to think about it.

Instead, she just held on and experienced the feeling while he pumped his essence into her. With each of his heartbeats those veins on his shaft bulged, and another heavy, thick strand of seed was forced right into her. The tigress had been forced to ovulate thanks to her heat, there was no doubt his seed would find its mark, forcing her to carry his foal. Each wave of his seed was met with more bucking and grinding into her. Even though the tigress didn't have the air or strength to moan out anymore, her body shook, quaked and squirmed, tail shooting up straight every other moment. All while her eyes turned in their sockets, and her face expressed the same satisfaction and lust a bitch who had been fucked far past her breaking point. She was riding this all out, feeling his seed fill her, soothing that terrible heat that had been torturing for the last few days.

There was so much, yet more and more came, and her body was only supported by those kitty-mitts holding onto the iron bar, and the shaft inside her holding just a small part of her up. Gasping hoarsely, the tigress let her tongue hang out of her muzzle as she felt his seed accumulate inside her, until it finally started dripping from her sex, down her thighs and onto the ground in an obscene fashion.
[04:07] *[user]Howie[/user] held tight there for a long stretch, deep within thie breeding cunt, this mare that had been served up so sweetly to him, who had presented herself to his lusts and received so much of him.  He didn't want it to end.  The strength of his hunching hips faltered, eventually, as the strain of holding up his own massive bulk grew too much on his hind legs, and he dropped back, straightening and setting the filly's feet back down on the cumsoaked earth.  Panting hard, his sweatsoaked chest mashed down against her, his whole frame bowing for a long moment before heaving up and to haul his forelegs up and over that bar, heavy hooves slamming down into the cumsoaked mud hard enough to splatter some of the onlookers.

Then the slow, steady progression of withdrawal began, stepping slowly backward as his flared cocktip scraped back along her inner walls, dragging out thick globs of spunk and feline fluids as he peeled the long inches of swollen horseflesh from her clinging cuntlips.  That medial ring popped free, and his head dropped down alongside hers, whickering into her ear and nipping at the cowtag that was pierced there, then further, dragging his length from her body until the flared cocktip was lodged at her gaping, ruinous entrance to her cockhole.  Snorting, he tugged back, stopped, tugged again, then took a hard step backward that wrenched himself free with a sickening [b]schlurp[/b] as air rushed into the vacuum left in his wake.  A deluge of thick spunk flooded from the yawning chasm of her pussy, those folds still red, still swollen, raw and abused by this abnormal coupling.

Snorting and shaking his head, the towering steed nipped again at her flank, then turned and pranced away at the end of his lead, trotting near to the fence and around with his cumsoaked cocklength jolting beneath him, flinging globs of musky cream off to spatter unsuspecting audience members that weren't careful enough to step back.  Soon enough he was back in his stall, resting from his exertion and leaving his mare to recover from the deep breeding she'd suffered beneath him.  She was strong, and would bear his foal well.
[04:11] *[user]Razzhil[/user] returned from the barn to the princess, clapping slowly in mock congratulations for her job well-done, "Well, your highness, I must say that was an impressive display."  His eyes rose to the crowd, and he belted out, "[b]Wouldn't you say?  Let's have a round of applause![/b]"  The wolf came to kneel alongside her, careful not to get his boots messy with the slime that surrounded her.  His gloved hand sank into her hair, and he yanked her head back to stare into her eyes, "That will almost certainly take.  He bred you good, princess, like I've never seen before. You really must get into his head.  In a few weeks, your belly will grow with his young, and the whole kingdom will know that you, Princess Keira, are a filthy horsefucking cockslave."  Rising back up, he looked out to the crowd again, "[b]And if not?  We'll see you all here again next month for another shot!  Thank you folks, take care now, the princess has some cleaning up to do![/b]"

[04:21] *[user]Keira Regar[/user] gasped, groaned panted for breath while the beast was riding his climax out. Her second was still ravaging her body and senses, but it couldn't go on forever. Soon enough the beast settled down, weak bucks ending up leaving her gasping as she desperately panted for breath. Finally the tigress came down from her climax, only to feel him withdraw out of her, flared tip tugging at her insides and making her mewl out in surprise as he body slumped downwards, held up by the collar tied to the bar. She had been fucked out of all her strength and easily enough he finally slipped out of her, leaving a perverse, thick strand connecting the tip of his head with her sex.

She groaned out, looking downright dizzy from that brutal pounding, only stirring when the beast nipped at her and shot him a dirty glare. The tigress hung limp, messed up, dripping his seed from her sex. The only mercy she had is that she couldn't string a thought together, or else she'd have been terribly concerned about what was going to happen to her over the next days.. and months.

Still, the wolf came to her, making her shake with impotent rage for a moment before she settled down again. She didn't have the strength to get upset until he grabbed her hair, yanked and pulled her face to look at him. Her eyes went wider as he spoke, only to contort into a grimace of anger, eyes tearing up just a bit. Under her breath she muttered a soundless '[sub]You utter bastard.[/sub]' So quiet that even the wolf would be at best be able to read her lips.