breeding farm ( female needed either mare or human female...will get graphic)

Missy sighed exageratedly when she felt King's nose against her pussy. She stopped in her tracks, right before the mare's stall, and stared at King with an unreadable expression in her eyes. "King, are you really that obsessed with me, boy?" She asked quietly.

Missy stared at him a moment before patting his nose and saying, "Maybe later. Mare's first." She opened the mare's stall, which was big enough for the two of them, then put him in. "Do your business, boy, then maybe we'll have a little fun later." Missy kissed his nose as the mare pinned her ears and turned around to see King, the large stud, and let out an intruiging heat scent. With that, Missy closed and locked the stall, standing back to watch so she'd know when he was done.

The mare, Anara, stared at the stud's tool and lowered her head, licking his ballsac gently. She whinnied to him in response, letting out another, stronger heat scent. She nibbled on his withers for a moment, then felt him sniff her pussy. Anara whinnied loudly and docked her tail, eager to breed with the breeding farm's best stallion. Rumor spread throughout the mares he was the best stud to breed with, not to mention the most enjoyable. She pressed herself against his chest, and neighed loudly, signaling she was ready for him.

Anara whinnied as he teased her, pressing his tool's head against the lips of her pussy, and she neighed loudly when he pushed himself into her, his tool larger than she was expecting. She moaned and pushed into him, feeling his forelegs wrap around her barrel and her mane be grabbed in his mouth. She groaned again and pushed onto his shaft, moaning loudly and throwing up her head, pawing at the ground.

Anara moaned loudly when she felt the stud burst past her cervix and into her womb, now having lost her sweet virginity. Anara whinnied loudly, feeling some cum spill down the back of her legs. She groaned and tossed her head.
"Settle down boy, time to get off." Missy inturrupted when she saw that the deed had been done. "Back to your stall, c'mon."

Missy, instead of pulling back when she felt his muzzle on her breasts, ruffled the mane on his forelock gently. She opened the stall door and let King out, kissing his muzzle gently. "Let's go back to your stall, baby," she said and pat his head, locking the other stall and beginning to walk towards king's stall, stepping inside of it with him when they entered.

Missy stared at his tool in disgust, but didn't do anything. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her cheek on his mane. "I love you, boy." She muttered, but she didn't mean love-love. Missy didn't know exactly why she'd come in the stall in the first place, but she decided she'd wash his tool and tool sac while she was here. She grabbed a sponge and lowered herself to his tool, running water over his tool and then scrubbing it.

Missy frowned and poked his belly, "Come on, boy. I'll be careful, trust me." Missy gently began cleaning the inside of his tool sac, making sure to be gentle as not to bother him. Missy knew it needed to be cleaning after all the seed he'd released, and he was probably planning on releasing more sometime.

Missy smiled and patted his stomach, "Good boy," she said and began to rub the soft sponge gently over his tool, in a bit of a teasing way, as she cleaned its length then began working on the nastier part, the sac, and gently squeezed the sponge inside of it, glancing up to make sure she wasn't bothering King.

Missy giggled when his tool popped up, spraying some soapy water onto her, then watched him move forward and grunt -- seemingly in annoyance -- when she began to clean the sac. She sighed and got up, not finished with it and patted his shoulder gently, "If you don't want me to, I won't." She said, kissing his cheekbone happily.

"No, no, it's all right." Missy said, tossing the spone outside of the stall. She sat down against the tall's wall, resting her eyes. "Now what, King? What do you want to do, big guy?" She asked, although her eyes were still closed.

Missy wasn't in the mood for being fucked by a horse again; maybe later. She opened her eyes and stroked King's head gently, enjoying his almost human-like company. "If you want, boy, after I eat dinner and before bed, we can have a little more fun." Missy commented, closing her eyes again, continueing to stroke his silky mane.

Once she had almost fallen asleep on his neck, Missy shook herself away and gently got up, "Stay here and rest, boy." She said quietly, not sure if he was still away. "I'll be back shortly."

~After dinner~
Missy had changed into her silk pajamas and was making her way down to the barn. Once she was there, she stopped at King's stall and slipped in quietly, patting his muzzle gently and saying, "Hey there."