Thread: The Stud Farm {hyper & mercury}

The southwest is one of many places we held horses and the one I have the fondest memories of. Arizona, Colarado, somewhere in that area. So yes, desert weather. If it had been his father, Elise would be in for a world of trouble. But Jake considered his isolation here on the ranch backwards. Sandra, Elise's boss, was equine. As were all of the people in positions of authority. In fact, the only other humans were either delivery people who didn't actually work on the farm or grooms and stall shovelers. Elise being allowed to train the horses was because no one here knew how to ride English style, all being trained in Western riding. And horses who could do both were more valuable. They could be entered in more shows, rack up more points, and justify a higher cost for their babies with more championship trophies hanging in the ranch's show room. They bred world-class horses here, and it seemed Elise was the only human allowed to train their horses. Of course the animals didn't give a shit about the prejudices of their in-ways-more and in-ways-less evolved descendants. They knew Elise loved them, and Jake could see it too. He saw humans every day at the college, left the ranch and mingled with humanity like the anthros around him didn't. And he saw only beauty in her actions, both for showing compassion to Gent and for the sheer erotic thrill of her actions, taboo in so many ways. Gent steadied at her command, though he still desperately wanted to buck his hips forward. He seemed to understand her momentary fear at his actions and did not repeat them, much as he wanted to. Still, he couldn't help giving tint little jerks, moving his cock back and forth just about an inch in her wonderful hands. The softness of her skin and the wonderful way she stimulated his cock way heaven to the powerful animal. And that wicked tongue along his tip was making Gent pray to whatever name they called God by to let this human stay at their ranch for a long time to come. Under such experienced and wonderful hands and with the smell of the mare still in his nose, Gent can hardly be blamed for lasting only a couple of minutes under her attentions. He let's out a loud, high-pitched series of grunts as his tail flagged up and down. Hot, creamy horse seed spilled out over Elise's face and onto her tongue, some of it finding it's way past her oh so kissable lips. He released all of the tension and pressure as his cum - much more than any single human man could produce at once - bathes her exposed, naked front. Some drips down onto her breasts, and a bit even lands on her wonderful hair. More than a thousand pounds of power and muscle tremble above her, brought to his knees figuratively, thank goodness by the tiny human woman. Jake, meanwhile, was watching through that hole. He didn't realize that as the stallion's sounds grew low, his own heavy breathing would become possible to hear. He wasn't touching himself, his hands still pressed to the wood in front of him. But he was sweating, wincing in pain at the tightness of his jeans. He pulled his eye away from the hole and turned, sitting in the stall and closing his eyes. He was trying to will himself to be still and steady till she left, not to stand up and go to her. He would look like a complete pervert now, and she would be right to hit him and storm off. It never occurred she would perhaps think twice before doing such to someone who knew her secret, because it never crossed his mind that what she'd done could be wrong. It just wasn't how he thought, not after going to school and seeing humans were every bit as good and evil as his own people were.