Thread: The Stud Farm {hyper & mercury}

Oh yeah, Karen has lovely hands. And this is definitely hotter with someone else who knows horse breeding equipment, I've had that thought of a woman acting as the phantom mare before. BTW a side note, I dunno how it is there but over here all registered horses increase in age on Jan 1st, regardless of their birthday. Therefore we try to line up their births in January, so they'll be as big and strong as they can be inside their age bracket. A yearling born in January will kick a yearling born in October's ass for reasons of development. Point being, this would set the RP some time in February as it's breding season and many of these mares are in foal heat, and I lived in this region of the US. It'll start getting cold now, and get VERY cold within a couple hours. Days in Arizona are scorching but the nights are freezing. Always, it is dry. The mare finally gave up at hearing no response from Gent. Dejected, she went to tease some other young stud. It wasn't her first time being bred and she knew what she was here for, and she was anxious to get to it already. She both wanted her precious time that came only once a year to enjoy herself and to be on her way back home. She'd be sad tonight, but when Jake lead her out to the breeding pen in the morning along with Gent's brother, she'd forget all about the rejection and her woes. Gent no longer needed the mare's calls to keep him hard, though. The wonderful attentions of a human girl were entirely different from a mare of his own kind. There was still nothing like sinking himself into a heated mare, making her squeal out to the dozens of horses on the grounds that she was his as he put a prize foal in her belly. But Elise's hands showed him a deeper compassion, one that he would never receive from another horse. Not in domesticated life. Gent was a stud, to be passed around mare after mare, never keeping one for his own. Having a female who had stayed by him and cared for him, even if it was a human, was quite lovely in his mind. Gent didn't even protest when she stopped to undress. He merely looked to her, waiting patiently for her to discard the clothes that humans liked to cover themselves in. He was woefully unable to appreciate her gorgeous, petite body. But Jake was not. He watched her reveal those tender little curves to him, the wonderfully pale skin and her small breasts. She was the opposite of him, petite and dainty whereas he was strong and muscular. And yet in personality and in spirit, he knew she was more firey than even his own mother. And she had once bucked his father right into a mud puddle in a move he was SURE was intentional for daring to give HER the spurs. He loved that contrast, such a big spirit in a small body. He knew then that he wanted her, wanted to surrender all of his blessings of higher reasoning and language so he could be one of the stallions she cared for like this. Gent, meanwhile, was floating in a haze of bliss. He made grunting and squealing noises, head waving up and down a bit as his cock pulsed in her tender lips. This was amazing! No mare could ever do something like this! He felt all new forms of sexual pleasure, the suction of a human mouth and the warm wetness of her tongue on his head. His hips gave a more insistent thrust than before, not understanding that a human mouth shouldn't be used like one did a mare. Though she could easily control him and make him stop, left to his own devices he seems to want to push his shaft right down her throat. Not to be cruel or malicious, but simply him giving in to his nature as a stallion and responding the way nature told him he should to such wonderful warmth around his cock. It didn't smell or taste anything like a human's. It was a potent taste, one that would linger in the mouth even after she had stopped, but not an unpleasant one. And the aroma of his shaft mixed with the fresh bedding lining the stall, the smell of open pastures filled with horses, and the lingering hint of the soaps she had used to cleanse Gent after his romp in the mud. They were all the smells of the equestrian life, smells any rancher or farmer could identify with a nostalgic smile.