Wallflower took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then slowly exhaled. She didn’t know why she was so nervous, but she just couldn’t get the butterflies out of her stomach. Standing with her head hung and eyes glued shut, after what felt like a small eternity had passed, she finally summoned enough courage to lift her head and look in the mirror.
Her reflection impassively gazed back at her, neither cheerful or sorrowful, as she looked herself over. Adorned in a simple white gown, replete with a brand new pair of shoes, a corsage, and matching white lingerie beneath, she looked more fetching than she ever had; sadly, it was all for nothing. Though her mother had gotten her the outfit, spending a substantial amount on the getup and accoutrements, nobody was going to see it.
It was the night of Equestria High’s senior prom - a night she’d been absolutely dreading for months. Nobody had asked her out for the event, even the few friends she supposedly had, which left her in a sticky situation. She simply couldn’t spend the night at home, not after her parents had spent so much on her gown for the event, but she really didn’t want to go to the dance either.
If she did go to the school function, she’d just feel like the odd girl out - like always. Staying at home wasn’t going to work either, since her folks expected her to go out for a fun evening with her classmates. With few other options, feeling like she’d been backed into a corner, she was stricken by an idea. Her classmates wouldn’t notice her absence, so she should be able to disappear for a few hours.
As ridiculous as it may have sounded, avoiding the school and whiling away her afternoon somewhere else would be ideal - preferably somewhere without anyone to bother her. Anywhere public would be out of the question, since seeing a girl all dolled up by herself would likely raise questions, so she’d need to find someplace secluded, someplace where she could get some peace and quiet. After spending an entire day dwelling on the matter, inspiration came to her when she looked out her window.
The Apple family had a small farm not far from her home - in fact, it was just a short walk through the woods behind their house. Though she wouldn’t be able to invite herself in to her classmate’s abode, that wouldn’t be an issue. She knew for a fact that the bumpkins had a large barn on their ranch which would be the perfect hiding spot to spend her evening.
“Mom,” she shouted, snatching up her purse and walking into the hallway, “I’m getting ready to go!” Moving through the house and towards the front door, she waited for a reply. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Sunset is going to pick me up and give me a ride back home!” she yelled. Again, no response. With a heavy sigh, unwilling to give a third attempt, she saw herself out into the cool autumn air.
If her mom or dad had heard her, she’d gone ignored. It would have been sad, if she hadn’t become painfully used to the ordeal - heck, they’d even unintentionally left her home alone at several points in her childhood! She was sure they loved her, since they always made sure she had everything she needed, but getting any real attention or affection from them was exceptionally rare.
Circling around her house, taking care to creep beneath the windows, she moved towards the path leading to the Apple homestead. There was just enough light to make her trek easily, although wandering back home after sunset might prove more of a challenge - as such, she’d made sure to bring a small flashlight with herself. As she headed into the woods, following the path she’d forged over the last week, she held her purse to her side.
Though she hadn’t brought much with her, she did make sure to carry a few essentials. Besides her flashlight, she’d packed a few snacks, two bottles of water, and a romance novel to busy herself with. Just because she wasn’t going to have a passionate evening with her non-existent date didn’t mean she couldn’t dream about being wooed by a big, kind, hunky stud. Shivering slightly, fantasizing about being swept off her feet by a muscular adonis, her pace quickened.
Before she knew it, after a scant few minutes of traipsing through the woods, she broke through the treeline and spotted her destination. All the lights in the Apple family home were off and the truck was missing, signalling that the coast was clear. With Granny Smith acting as a chaperone and all three of the siblings in attendance at the prom, she should have the place all to herself - at least, that was the hope.
Quickly crossing from the woods to the barn, she snuck to the door and peeked inside. Relatively dimly lit and having a peculiar smell, the interior was abandoned - well almost abandoned. Three horses lazily looked in her direction, standing by a bale of hay, before they went back to their meal. Honestly, given how much attention she typically got from her classmates, she didn’t mind sharing the space with the trio of large animals - that being said, she’d be remiss for not introducing herself.
“H...hey,” she stammered, stepping inside and closing the door behind herself.
Slowly closing on the beasts, watching their heads turn in her direction, she drew to a halt. It wasn’t like she had much experience with anything larger than a dog, but she knew enough not to spook them. Standing still, allowing the equines to close on her, she lifted a hand.
“I’m Wallflower. You girls wouldn’t mind if I hang out here for a few hours, would you?” she snickered, as one of the horses sniffed her palm. Cautiously moving at a snail’s pace, she turned her hand and gently stroked the creature’s face. “I won’t bother you three, I promise.”
Allowing the beasts to inspect her, she held her ground and silently waited to get the animals’ blessing. After a few moments passed, the horses went back to quietly munch on their meal. Smiling to herself, pleased to have some company for her excursion, she looked around for a good place to make herself comfortable.
In regards to any furniture, there really wasn’t much to work with. The only item of note, besides the trio of animals, was a large tractor sat to the side in the building. There was also a trough of water for the horses, as well as their hay, but that was about it. Scrunching her nose, hoping she didn’t get her dress too dirty, she sauntered over to several bundles of straw heaped along one side of the cavernous room.
The large creatures mutely watched her arrange the huge bricks of dried grass into a makeshift chair, before she eased herself down. It wasn’t the cushiest seat she could imagine, but it was certainly better than using the ground. Kicking her legs out and setting her purse beside herself, she reclined with her back against one of the giant blocks.
As she retrieved her book, a small grin split her lips. The novel was the third in a particularly spicy series about passion, loss, and the unbridled passion of star crossed lovers. She wasn’t normally into such things, but the story had drawn her in and held her captive for the last few weeks. Besides having a nice plot and great character development, the lengthy and very detailed sex scenes always got her worked up.
Slowly flipping from one page to the next, with her eyes dancing over the paper, her pulse gradually quickened. The lead was about to cave to her urges and accept the antagonist’s offer for a bit of scandalous attention. Though it was wrong, something the protagonist and the reader were painfully aware of, it was an extraordinarily captivating act of seduction.
Holding the book before herself, her free hand subconsciously drifted to her groin. She couldn’t count how many times she’d gotten off to the series, having gone so far as to buy a vibrator and several dildos online, and yet it never felt like enough. The notion of actually being with someone, feeling their caress and hearing their heavy breaths, surely had to be better than any sort of paltry masturbation.
Just as she began absentmindedly massaging her crotch, something grunted and blew hotly upon her ear. The sensation instantly sent a shiver running up her spine and wrenched her attention away from reading. Craning her head to the side, spying one of the large animals standing beside herself, she sighed.
“See, it’s nothing to worry about,” she softly noted, lifting the book and allowing the large quadruped to get a better look at the item. “It’s a love story about - H...hey!” she blurted, as the creature stepped closer and sniffed at her shoulder.
The beast’s nostrils flared beside her, as its breath washed over her face and neck. The sensation of its warm, velvety muzzle against her bare skin was amazing, causing a lump to form in her throat. Though it certainly hadn’t helped that she’d just started reading a particularly bawdy scene, the sensory input of the animal was oddly pleasant and arousing.
“Quit,” she huffed, only eventually realizing how the beast’s attention was affecting her.
The creature ultimately relented, turning and trotting away. Sitting there, watching the animal join its companions, Wallflower turned back towards her book - that was, until she noticed something hanging from beneath the beast. Knitting her brow, unsure of what she was looking at, it took her a second to realize that the horse seemed to be nearly as worked up as she was.
Though she hadn’t noticed or given much thought to the sex of the equines she was sharing the barn with, her eyes crept to the two other creatures. It only took her a second to deduce that the other pair were both stallions, yet they clearly weren’t as aroused as their friend was. Looking back to the stud who’d seen fit to pay her a visit, she found herself captivated by the sight of him.
There was something distinctly alluring about the way he moved, how his toned muscles glided beneath his coat, and she was finding it difficult not to study him. As her gaze wandered up to his face, she noticed he was staring back at her. It seemed as though their interest was mutual, inspiring her to set her book down, get to her feet, and walk over for a better introduction. The novel could always wait - for the time being, she had someone new to spend her time with.
“So you already know I’m Wallflower, but I don’t know who you are,” she murmured. Getting within reach, she sweetly ran her hand down his neck and to his withers. Figuring out his name, since he couldn’t speak and wore no collar, would prove a challenge, so she did the next best thing. “I’m gonna call you Chestnut.”
The stallion shuffled slightly to the side and fully faced her, before pressing his head forward. He really was massive, easily the biggest animal she’d ever been around, yet she felt oddly at ease around him. Maybe it was his slow steady movements or his inquisitive demeanor that made her so relaxed - whatever the case, he seemed quite friendly and intelligent. Sniffing at the front of her dress, directly between her bosoms, he snorted.
As her fingers drifted through his mane, vaguely aware of his face dipping lower down her frame, she hummed contentedly to herself. “Pretty forward for a guy, aren’t you?”
Chestnut grunted again, only slowing when his snout hovered above her waist. His large, soft lips worried at the delicate fabric over her lower abdomen, teasing at it for a moment, before she stepped back. Playful or not, the gown had been expensive and she’d rather not explain to her parents how it got damaged. Unfortunately, though she tried to retreat, the beast stepped forward and virtually jammed his face in her crotch.
Feeling his snout through the dress, Wallflower’s heart skipped a beat. Though her hand flew to his head to stop him or shove him away, something stopped her. As long as he wasn’t doing any damage to the article, there wasn’t anything to worry about - besides, he was just a simple animal who was curious about his new guest.
Affectionately scratching his neck, she stood her ground and allowed him to smell her groin. His breath washed over her nethers, sending tingles of excitement through her frame. Nobody, human or otherwise, had ever given her that sort of attention before, and the treatment was definitely having an effect on her. It wasn’t until the stallion made a second attempt at her dress, gingerly tugging at the fabric with his teeth, did she eventually shy away.
Chestnut stared back at her, fixating on her crotch for a fleeting moment before raising his head. She had no earthly idea what had gotten into him or why he was so interested in her goods, but it gave her a bizarre thrill. If he was that inquisitive about her, giving him a look couldn’t hurt - could it? With nobody else around, having the barn to her lonesome, she clutched at her gown.
“Do you really want to have a look?” she whispered.
Perhaps because of her interaction with chestnut, or maybe because she was speaking, the other two stallions drew nearer. Stopping within arm’s reach, the trio impassively eyed her. It almost felt like they were expecting her to give them a peek at what she was wearing under her dress; as silly as the notion was, it sent her hormonally charged and attention starved mind racing.
Slowly pulling the fabric up and over her legs, bunching it in her hands, she steadily revealed her knees and thighs. She’d heard that moving too fast around horses wasn’t a good idea, which was why she took her time, yet part of her felt as though she was putting on some salacious show for the equines. Bit by bit, she pulled the cloth upwards until her panties were unveiled.
Be damned if she could explain why, but giving the impromptu show really got her motor running. There she was, in the middle of a barn, showing off her underwear to a group of stallions. She realized it was stupid and immature, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit exhibionistic. There was no way they could appreciate what they were seeing - was there?
Slap
The sound shook her from her stupor and caused her to cock her head. The odd noise quickly repeated itself, leaving her even more confused than before. Scanning the area, shuffling around in place, she searched for the noise. It wasn’t until she noticed a movement beneath chestnut that she found the source.
The beast’s stallionhood, which had been flaccid, was positively rock hard. Standing long and firm, it wetly smacked against his underbelly. Glancing to the other two animals, noticing their meaty cocks emerging beneath them, she swallowed hard. There was no way it could be a coincidence; they were getting turned on because of her.
Try as she might, she couldn’t keep herself from slipping glances to their equipment. She’d never seen a horse’s cock before, let alone thought she’d be so close to one, yet the sight was quite inspirational and it sent her thoughts wandering. If they didn’t mind getting a good look at her, maybe they wouldn’t be opposed if she gave herself a closer look at them.
Slowly sinking into a squat, while holding her dress, she lowered herself. “I’m just gonna…” she trailed off, as Chestnut stepped forward and to her side.
While she hadn’t expected him to oblige her budding and wholly inappropriate curiosity, she certainly wasn’t opposed to him being so gracious. Coming to rest just beside her, with his belly at her shoulder, his package hung at her eye level. Entranced by the sight, she openly gawked at the huge appendage.
As impressive as Chestnut’s stallionhood had seemed at a distance, it was even more magnificent than she’d realized. Roughly the length of her forearm and as thick as her wrist, his tool was a sight to behold. Besides being larger than any man’s, it was covered in mottled pink and almost black flesh, from its blunted tip to its girthy root, but the size alone wasn’t what left her awestruck - no, what really captivated her was the smell.
Earthy and primal, like the distilled aroma of a dozen men, the beast’s musk tickled primitive portions of her brain she didn’t know she had. The scent alone nearly drew her in, like an olfactory siren’s song, calling for her to have a closer look. Instinctively leaning in, barely aware of a subtle ache in her loins, she failed to take note of the other stallions moving until it was too late.
Out of jealousy or possibly impatience, one of the neglected stallions stepped closer. As he moved, so too did the third beast, trotting in and effectively pinning the girl between the three. Wallflower was so entranced with the sight and smell of Chestnut that she didn’t realize she’d been encircled - that was, until one of the creatures whinnied.
Shaken from her reverie, she looked around in surprise and near panic. Though she couldn’t say when she’d gotten hemmed in, she discovered herself trapped between the trio of equines and their massive erections. It was clear that they all wished to humor her, get in on the action, or possibly both, something which simultaneously terrified and excited her. Peeking up at their faces, seeing them looking down at her, she gulped.
Ever so slowly, she got to her feet and pressed herself to Chestnut’s shoulder. Despite being flattered with all the attention, she was just one girl; there was simply no way she could split her attention between three of the hulking creatures. The stallion at her side reared his head and brayed, causing the other equines to shrink back, before swinging his body between her and his companions.
While Wallflower doubted it was really the case, she couldn’t help but consider his shielding move as somewhat chivalrous. Patting his side, thankful for his intervention, she considered her options. Since he’d been such a gentleman, giving him a bit of special attention may be an appropriate way to thank him. Leaning over and checking to see if he was still hard, spying his rigid shaft steaming slightly in the cool air, she licked her lips.
“Come on, over here,” she instructed, walking over towards her original perch.
Moving ahead of him, she wrestled one of the bales of straw away from the others. The makeshift seat, when flipped on its side, would allow her to rest and indulge her budding curiosity in relative comfort, but there was still a problem - she may get her gown dirty. Peering over at the barn door, with her carnal interest growing stronger with each passing second, her impulses got the better of her. Carefully pulling the dress up and over her head, she folded the garment and hung it from a resting pitchfork.
Now all but nude, with but her shoes, panties, and bra clinging to her relatively frail frame, she turned back to her quadrupedal casanova. Sadly, while she’d been getting undressed, she hadn’t realized he’d trotted right up to her. The surprise of finding him less than a foot away was a bit of a shock, but it wasn’t nearly as startling as when he leaned in, gently bit her brassiere, and firmly tugged at the elastic fabric.
Thankfully, the clasp holding the bra bent before the fabric broke. As he reared back, pulling the article away from her bare chest, he nickered. Honestly, given the speed and efficiency with which she was disrobed, Wallflower didn’t know how to react. Stunned, feeling her nipples grow erect, she stared blankly at the horse.
“W...well,” she sputtered, halfheartedly covering her bare chest, “I hope you’re happy.”
Dropping the article and stepping back to her, Chestnut snorted and pressed his snout to her collar. Breathing heavily, running his nose over her skin, he drew in her scent. Wallflower shuddered and the ache at her crotch grew stronger, as his attention started taking a toll. Animal or not, having a large, powerful male in such intimate contact was possibly the most exhilarating thing she’d ever experienced.
Lowering her arms, she gave him access to her chest. Her perky B cup breasts had never been large enough to catch the eye of any of her classmates, although Chestnut seemed more than happy with them. Sniffing gently, running his soft lips over the delicate curve of her bosoms, he playfully lipped at her delicate bust. Intentionally or not, he eventually grazed her nipple and caused her to stifle a whimper.
“I’m…” she began, choosing her words carefully, “I’m gonna pick up where I left off.”
The higher functioning parts of her mind lost ground to her mounting lust, overwhelmed by her youthful arousal. Squatting back down and hastily shuffling beside him, utterly forgetting the seat she’d arranged for herself, her eyes locked on to his turgid stallionhood. The sight and smell had been enough to make her weak in the knees, leaving her wondering what other sinful delights it may hold for her senses.
Inching closer, reaching out with a trembling hand, she extended her arm beneath the beast. Even before she could touch the magnificent organ, its heat radiated to her palm. Steeling her resolve, she wrapped her fingers around the stallionhood. Hot, heavy, and surprisingly soft, the silken length felt just as wondrous as it looked. Gently stroking him, she gave herself a moment to appreciate his glory.
Apparently approving of her ministrations, Chestnut flexed in her grasp. The veins along his shaft swelled and throbbed slightly, as blood raced into his tool. It was a humbling sensation, holding something so massive, and it inspired Wallflower all the more. Knowing he enjoyed the relatively simple gesture, she inched closer.
The heady scent of his unwashed package filled her sinuses and compelled her onward. Guided by the ambrosial aroma, she had to force herself to stop a hare’s breadth from his equipment. The strongest smelling area seemed to be around his sheath, the dark and fleshy area at the base of his length above his pendulous nuts, but there was only one way to know for certain. Leaning in, she pressed her nose to the girthy root and inhaled.
The moment the overpowering musk filled her lungs, her sex angrily seized upon itself. It was almost as if her body bowed to the paragon of masculinity, knowing he was an unparalleled stud. Transcending the differences of their species, Chestnut’s virility was beyond reproach. Without so much as a second thought, her lips parted and her tongue crept forward to worship him.
Salty and bitter, the flavors of his stallionhood washed over her taste buds. Though she fully realized what she was doing, she couldn’t stop herself from the taboo act. It didn’t matter if he was an animal; in the face of such a robust creature, she could do nothing but venerate him. As she buried her face in the thick, wrinkled skin of his sheath, breathing in his intoxicating fragrance, she licked and kissed his stallionhood.
Loosening her grasp, as she dragged her tongue up his length, she shifted her hand to his weighty balls. Roughly as large as her fist, each ripe testicle was undoubtedly productive enough to knock up a mare several times over. Though she’d daydreamed and fantasized about human lovers before, in that moment, she could only wonder what it would be like to bed such a divine beast.
Steadily working her way towards the bloated head of his shaft, she unconsciously reached for her groin with her free hand. As her fingers danced over the moistened fabric of her panties, needily rubbing her snatch, a groan escaped her. She couldn’t say how other women would have reacted in such a situation, but she embraced the moment with open arms.
Shifting slightly and turning her head, she flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip of his stallionhood. Whether luck or sheer coincidence, the first clear bead of pre-cum oozed from his opening, giving her a moment for pause. It was a singular juncture, signalling the next step down the forbidden path she’d found herself on, and she considered herself blessed because of it. Opening her mouth as much as she could, she forced him past her pouting lips.
It was a bit of a stretch, quite literally, but she managed to get the first few inches into her maw. Knowing next to nothing about equine anatomy, she was left to presume stallions had the same sensitive areas as men - granted, it was an educated guess and she had no real experience with the matter, but she’d read enough erotica to know the underside of the glans was a sure fire bet. Steadily bobbing her head, lavishing the tip and underside as best she could, her efforts were soon rewarded.
Chestnut took a single step and bucked his hips, driving his shaft into her face and to the back of her throat. As the broad head rammed into her, she stifled a gag. Sucking a dick that size had been difficult enough as it was, though that was a small concern. Since he’d taken the initiative, yet more proof that he was pleased with her efforts, she couldn’t resist rewarding herself.
Tugging her panties aside, she crammed two fingers into herself. She would have never thought that the first dick she’d suck would be a horse’s, yet she couldn’t care less. As far as she was concerned, Chestnut had more than earned the oral; he was the first guy who’d ever given her any sort of amorous attention, or any attention at all for that matter, and it drove her positively wild.
Hungrily slurping on his length, while doing her best not to gag, she slipped a third finger into her sex. There was no way a trio of digits could compare to the monstrous, meaty log in her mouth, but it was better than nothing. Stretching her taut confines and massaging her g-spot, she wondered if she’d actually be able to fit him inside her snatch.
While she’d never slept with another person, she did have plenty of experience with toys. Being a loner, with nobody and nothing to help her vent her sexual frustrations, she’d procured a number of sex toys since she turned eighteen. Since she’d had honest doubts on whether she’d ever actually get laid, she had no reservations about popping her own cherry - at least, in a strictly biological sense.
Several fast and exceptionally hard thrusts from Chestnut caught her off guard, putting an abrupt end to her masturbation. Rearing back, freeing the tip from her mouth, she watched his hips flex rhythmically. It was painfully obvious that he wanted more than what her untrained gullet could offer, although that wasn’t the only way she could please him.
As ridiculous as the idea was, she was tempted to bend over and present herself for him - sure, he may have been substantially more endowed than any of the dildos she owned, but that didn’t mean it was impossible. Sweetly patting his side and withdrawing from beneath him, she gave the idea some thought.
Screwing herself on him didn’t seem like a plausible option, since his enthusiasm was clearly reaching a breaking point - as such, the only reasonable course of action would be to find some way to make herself comfortable while allowing him to claim her. Given his size and strength, offering herself to him and letting him maintain most of the control seemed like her best bet - that was, if he was actually interested in taking her.
Snorting impatiently, Chestnut watched her get to her feet and flip the bale of straw onto its end. As she got the large block into position, occasionally glancing back at him, she draped her torso over the makeshift support, angled her rear at him, and hitched her thumbs over her panties. Drawing the lone garment down her legs, revealing her pale behind and creamy thighs, she laid her loins bare.
Smirking to herself and kicking her leg up to retrieve her underwear, she wasn’t given any time to second-guess her actions. With a snort and a whinny, the stallion sauntered to her, reared back, and draped himself upon her. With his chest against her back, he eagerly thrust his hips forward. His first attempt was a failure, with his hasty aim causing his member to glance off her right glute, but he quickly readjusted himself.
Virtually crushed by the beast, basking in his warmth, Wallflower’s ambitions soared. Allowing her impulses to take control, she reached back and prized her buns apart. Bracing her legs, with her relatively flat chest resting on the course bale, she silently prayed his next attempt would be met with success. Aroused beyond belief and more than a little fearful, she arched her back.
To her, it didn’t matter if she was about to be mounted by a stallion - at least she was going to be mounted by something that truly wanted her. Though she never could have presumed her first time would be with an animal, she wasn’t bothered in the slightest - if anything, the taboo of it made the situation even hotter than it already was. There was still time to back out, to scamper from beneath him and put a stop to it all, yet nothing could have been further from her desires.
While she was unable to see him, she felt him shift above her. In the blink of an eye, something sublimely hot and slick crashed against her entrance. Wallflower winced and grit her teeth, but the creature wasn’t deterred. The mounting pressure on her sex lasted less than the blink of an eye, before the colossal stallionhood bludgeoned its way inside her.
Her eyes flew open, her mouth hung in a noiseless scream, and her chaste canal impossibly stretched around Chestnut’s shaft. The pain, while not insubstantial, was quickly drowned out by the raw intensity of the stallion’s bestial needs. Wasting no time, uncaring for his small mate, the beast began savagely plowing her from behind.
She couldn’t say what she had truly expected, but the overwhelming force and passion of her quadrupedal lover left nothing to be desired. Like an unstoppable titan, he made use of her as if she were nothing more than a plaything. Though she felt as though her cunt may break, with the air driven from her lungs with each plunge, she somehow found the strength to worm one hand under her thigh and to her groin.
Her fingers graced his furiously pistoning shaft, before drifting to her clit. Since he seemed more than happy to take the reins, she saw no harm in diddling herself while being plowed. The experience was awe inspiring, far more profound than anything she’d experienced before, yet she yearned for more. As she toyed and pinched the delicate bud, further drowning out the discomfort of accommodating something so positively massive, she shamelessly got herself off.
Even if she had been bedded by a guy before, she couldn’t fathom a human ever rivaling the power and wildness of being rutted by a horse. Chestnut was just so much larger and stronger than any man could ever be, not to mention the animal held absolutely nothing back. The act was primal, the embodiment of the biological need to reproduce, and it fanned the flames of her own innate need to reproduce. To the great beast, she was nothing more than a fertile female in which to continue his lineage.
As downright fierce as his lovemaking was, the additional sensory input and her budding primordial desire to be bred sent her skyrocketing towards release. She had little doubt that she’d be sore later, but that was a problem she could deal with later - for the time being, she basked in the brutal glory Chestnut afforded her. Working her clit like a beast possessed, pushing herself closer and closer to the brink, a peculiar sensation caused her to slow.
The stallion angrily grunted above her, a split second before he nearly hilted. The hard plunge drove his battering ram-like tip against her cervix, nearly causing her to cry out, as his length wildly throbbed inside her overstuffed depths. Silently wondering what was happening, her answer came when the first wave of scalding heat burst against her womb.
The sensation of being cummed inside, abrupt or not, was beyond words. Permeating through her depths, his seed warmed her to the core and painting her interior with his virile essence. Had he been a man, there was a very real chance that the influx would have knocked her up - regardless, he had claimed her as his own and would forever be her first.
As badly as she would have loved to savor the moment, Chestnut shuffled back and unceremoniously hauled his softening cock from her pummeled and exceptionally well used cunt. Flinching, feeling his bloated head tugging at her, an audible Pop cut through the air. As the flared tip cleared from her quivering sex, a veritable deluge of rich, creamy spunk gushed to the floor.
On shaky legs, shocked by how short-lived her taste of nirvana was, Wallflower watched the stallion turn and casually walk away. Apparently sated and unsympathetic to her plight, he trotted back to his hay and resumed eating his meal. It was like tripping at the finish line for her; she’d come so close to release, yet the horse’s pitiable endurance had robbed her of the relief she so desperately pined for.
Crestfallen, coming down from the high of being plowed by the mighty creature, a subtle movement caught her eye. The other two stallions, both standing a handful of feet away, stared back at her. Knowing they’d been treated to a show was entertaining as it was, yet that isn’t what had her attention. Both of the steeds were still extraordinarily erect.
With as close to cumming as she’d gotten, the situation practically demanded she take action. If one horse had been enough to bring her to the brink, surely two of the animals would be enough to tip her over the edge. Unsteadily straightening herself, she shoved the bale onto its side and put her hastily laid plan to work.
Considering how large and borderline violent Chestnut’s breeding had been, outright battering her womb, she took measures to avoid it happening a second time. The horses were easily endowed enough to get her off with a fraction of their cocks, which led to her idea. If she was a bit lower to the ground, they should be able to screw her without fully hilting. Seating herself on the giant block’s edge, she rolled onto her back and splayed her legs.
“Come here,” she pleaded, slapping her inner thigh and beckoning the duo over.
Subtlety be damned; she wanted - no, needed to climax while being fucked by one of the majestic creatures. The stallion she’d been eyeing sauntered closer, lowering his head to smell her groin. Biting her lower lip, hoping he’d find her offer enticing, she was granted her wish. Stepping over her supine frame, nearly straddling her, he fitfully thrust at her.
With nearly a few inches between their bodies, her scheme played out perfectly. Lifting her shoulders and extending arms, she gingerly grabbed his rock hard stallionhood and guided it to her entrance. Nearly the same size as Chestnut, maybe slightly smaller, she felt certain he’d have a much easier time than the stud who’d so thoroughly despoiled her.
The second his tip grazed her slick, drooling snatch, he stepped forward and sank his cock into her. A whorish moan cut through the air, as her head rolled back and eyelids fluttered. Though her time with Chestnut had been far from unpleasant, the rather extreme and all too short-lived warmup made the second stud’s intrusion excruciatingly blissful. Resting her feet on his upper thighs, she bucked her hips and feverishly fucked herself on him.
Though the arrangement was a bit unorthodox, neither the horse nor the girl seemed to mind in the slightest. The stud excitedly plunged forward at an angle, while Wallflower thrust up at him. Their timing was far from perfect, though every so often their movements synchronized; at those magical moments, when his length struck deepest, her moans of delight raised an octave.
As the beast plowed her like a field in spring, her wild imaginings crept back to the fore. For all intents and purposes, she was his mare; whatever enjoyment she derived from his biological needs was merely a byproduct of her role. Rubbing at her clit and twisting one nipple, she met every ounce of his zeal.
A deep grunt momentarily distracted her, causing her to look to the side and away from the magnificent creature looming above her. The third stallion, possibly jealous that he’d yet to receive any real attention, had stomped over and stood pressed against his friend. His untouched stallionhood, standing proudly beneath him, was enough of an invitation to leaving her to split her focus.
She didn’t even hesitate from abandoning her tit, instinctively choosing the opportunity to help the third stud relieve a bit of stress. Situated as he was, easily within arm’s reach, she softly grabbed his swaying length and pulled it towards her face. Though it took a bit of readjustment, shifting her shoulders over and craning her neck, she was able to bring her lips to the head of his glorious shaft.
The improvised sixty nine was the perfect compliment to the already debaucherous setup. Able to pleasure two of the stallions, her ambitions soared - sure, it wasn’t quite a proper spitroasting, but it was the closest she’d ever gotten to one. Hungrily suckling the tip, mopping the fat glans with her tongue, the salty, cloying flavor of his pre-cum coated her palate. A particularly violent plunge from her lover reminded her to bear down and shake her hips, leading to one hell of a depraved juggling act.
Stroking and sucking on one stallionhood, while wantonly thrusting up to meet the plunges of the other, she did everything in her power to get the pair off. Judging from how briefly Chestnut had lasted, she had to assume the other two horses wouldn’t be much better off - still, she tried not to let the thought distract her. Thankfully, as the moments dragged by, she found herself creeping closer to release.
Besides the large, fleshy length pistoning her, an all too familiar warmth blossomed in her abdomen. Sparks of rapture coursed through her frame, her heart thundered in her chest, and her mind sank into a morass of lust. Her body picked up the slack, moving on autopilot and driving her to the brink. Closing her eyes, fixating on the heavenly sensation her twin lovers afforded, she lewdly moaned and made out with the cock in her grasp.
As the stallion’s ridged glans ravaged her g-spot, her thighs began to tremble. Some part of her knew he was reaching his limit, loudly huffing and pounding her harder than ever. Her lower lips clung to him on the backstrokes, subconsciously grasping at his retreating shaft, before he slammed himself back into her slavering canal. Cum and feminine juices leaked out of her stuffed entrance, dribbling down between her ass cheeks and onto the straw on which she rested.
“D...don’t stop,” she desperately whimpered, momentarily pulling away from the dick on her maw.
She didn’t care if the horse could understand her, she simply needed to give voice to her desires. Sensing him starting to flare, she frantically bucked up to meet him. She was so close, so infuriatingly close that she felt as though she may go mad. The pulsing of his length, his insistence to hilt her, and the expanding tip further stretching her confines left little room for doubt, he was about to cum.
“Breed me!” she demanded, throwing her inhibitions to the wind. If she was going to be used like a mare in heat, she would fully embrace her salacious fate.
Hearing her plea, the stud gave her exactly what she wanted. What felt like pints of seething seed erupted into her, mingling with Chestnut’s sticky essence and filling her to the brim. The second creampie did her in, casting her into an endless sea of pure, unrefined ecstasy. Throughout her relatively short life, nothing had ever matched the sheer intensity of the moment.
Her world, her very being, was rocked to the core by the incomprehensible magnitude of bliss. It was as if the gates of nirvana had opened to her, nearly robbing her of consciousness and consuming her entirely. Squirting around his gushing tool, quaking from head to toe, her grasp on the second stallion’s shaft involuntarily tightened.
While she screamed out like a beast possessed, her third equine lover slathered her face, shoulders, and upper bust in spunk. The warmth of being glazed did little to detract from her enjoyment - in fact, if anything, it elevated the experience to a degree. As unbelievable as it was, she’d managed to bring three of the heavenly creatures to climax.
Just as curt as Chestnut, with his needs met, the stallion dismounted and nonchalantly dragged his tool from her ruined cunt. Clutching at nothing, jizz burst from her sex to the ground and bale of straw. As he stepped away, her parted legs fell and hung limply. She couldn’t care less about her obscene display; with only herself and the trio of equines present, there wasn’t anyone else to appreciate the sight anyways.
Teetering on the brink of passing out, with her vision fading, it was all she could do to haul air into her lungs. The sublime euphoria overwhelming her more than made up for the indecency of fooling around with the three animals. Wearily looking over, seeing Chestnut standing several feet away, a compulsion overtook her.
Rolling from her perch, falling to the ground, she shakily crawled to the beast. He had been her first real lover and she couldn’t bring herself not to give him a bit of special attention. Honing in on his groin, moving beneath him on all fours, she reached for his dangling length. Bringing him to her lips, licking their mingled fluids from his floppy dick, her eyes drifted closed.
For the first time in her life, she’d found somewhere she felt she belonged. It was a stunning revelation; since people could and most likely would continue to ignore her existence, maybe she’d been looking for the wrong company to keep. Since the majestic quadrupeds actually appreciated her, perhaps her true calling was to be among them.
Running her tongue up his length, cleaning and worshiping him for all her worth, everything clicked into place. Though she would only be able visit the stable every so often, while taking care to avoid any of the Apple family, she knew she’d be paying the trio of stallions visits more often - after all, they’d given her something she didn’t know she needed…
