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

Missy sighed and began to clean around the stalls in the stable, her eyes always drawn to the wonderful stallion that was making a lot of rucus. Missy rolled her eyes a bit and began to sweep the dust off of the floor, looking the other mares that were being led to and from the stables to be bred by lesser studs, but Missy knew that King would be saved for the best of mares only, although he looked ready to pounce on anything female he could get close to.

Missy glanced up to see King being very antzy. Missy sighed and looked at him as he began to ram his chest into the stall. Missy propped the broom against the wall and stared at him, opening the stall door and slipped into the stall, grabbing his halter gently. She pet his velvety nose and whispered softly, "Calm down, boy... It's okay... you'll get your turn on the finest mare there is, okay, sweetheart?" Missy ruffled his mane gently.

Missy smiled as he nuzzled her cheek, and cocked an eyebrow when his nostrils flared. Was it her perfume, or something else? Missy opened her mouth as he reared, falling backwards and nearly hitting her head on the stall door. She scrambled back to her feet and grabbed the bottom of his halter. She placed a firm hand on his cheek and did her best to force her weight on him so he'd stay on the ground. "Whoa, there, honey. Calm down, please!"

Missy was forced to remove her hand from his halter as he bobbed her head so she didn't break her fingers trying to hold onto it. Missy silently noted that his tool was hanging limply between his legs, and wondered what he was doing. He couldn't breed her, she was a human! Missy whimpered slightly when she felt his nose against her lower regions, and felt it vibrate gently. She pushed on his nose harshly. "Get off me, King!" she said angrily.

Missy sighed of relief when he backed up, but she grimaced again when he came back to her. Missy furrowed her brow and felt herself be pressed against the stall door. She reached her hand around her back and fumbled with the lock, only to feel him nuzzle her chest. "King, I'm not a horse. Get away from me." She was about to turn around when she felt him licking her. "Ew, King!" she felt her jeans become wet, and she shifted to get away from him. "King, seriously! Get off me! I'M NOT A HORSE!" Missy hit his shoulder roughly, hoping to discourage him.

Missy sighed and squealed angrily when he pushed her into the far corner of the stall. Missy couldn't understand what had gotten into him... and it was beginning to scare her. Missy couldn't help but arch her back instinctively at the touch of his tongue against her area, which was becoming more senstivie by the moment, but she easily snapped back into what was happening. She pushed him away, only to feel him rip at her shirt and jeans, and heard the fabric in her shirt tear, looking down to see the bottom half of her shirt ripped, but it didn't reveal anything. Missy struggled against the stallion, but his weight greatly outmatched her, and the best she could do was continue hitting his neck, trying to get him to stop licking her. It was so.... weird, and it made her uncomfrotable.

Missy wondered why her hits weren't fazing him, he continued to torment her as though she wasn't resisting him. Missy squealed loudly, and lifted her arms to cover her chest when he tore her shirt off. "King, stop it!" She pleaded, and hit him harshly right on the top of his nose, but he didn't seem to stop. The next thing she felt was his tongue over her breasts, and she lifted her hand and pinched his tongue firmly, starting to get all sticky from his saliva. "Damn it, King! Get off me!" She wailed, his tongue still in her fingertips.

Missy screamed as she fell to the ground, but King picked up right where he'd left off by sniffing her area and licking it, although she knew it was instincts for him to do so, she couldn't understand why he couldn't see that she wasn't a horse. Missy tried to hold onto her jeans as he pulled violently on them, trying to get them off of her. His tool was flopping around wildly, at its full length, almost touching her face. Missy pushed his muzzle away from her and looked at her jeans, which were tearing over her left hip.

Missy hit King again, but he was bound and determined. Her eyes lay fearfully on his tool, hoping he'd suddenly change his mind, but she knew it wasn't likely. With all these mares in heat around him, it had driven him almost completely mad. Missy nearly flipped over when she felt the fabric of her jeans tear and be ripped from her body when King gave one last tug, bringing her lacy underwear halfway down her thighs at the force of his pull, but she quickly pulled them back over herself.