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//Penetrating the stallion at Whitney\PYZsq{}s stables to show him who\PYZsq{}s the boss of this farm
//Farm\PYZgt{}Stables\PYZgt{}Stallion\PYZgt{}[Sodomize] \PYZdq{}Get that donut filled.\PYZdq{} hasCock 

However intoxicating it is to be worshipping such a fine specimen, your mind cannot help but wonder how he would react if you were the one to take charge. You pull away from the equine endowment and straighten up, running a [hand] along its side in the direction of those muscular haunches. The stallion looks at you almost questioningly as you stop stimulating him, letting out a low whinny as your touch passes from a fuzzy hip to the bare, leathery flesh between them. Your [claws] tease its soft taint, running up and down all the way between the hefty sack and the spot where the haunches almost meet before parting once more to give room for its backdoor. The beast shudders, its ears flattening slightly, giving a few nervous flicks
with its tail before eventually flagging it. Its animalistic stench is all the more apparent here but the wrinkled, puffy asshole sitting underneath a plump dock looks like it would feel heavenly wrapped about your [cock]. The strong, deliberate clench as you brush your fingers against the ring cements your (and the stallion\PYZsq{}s) interest.

[if (height=\PYZgt{}90) \PYZob{}You position yourself behind the animal, your groin at a perfect height|You look around and after a brief search find a crate to stand on, setting you at the right height\PYZcb{}] to meet the equine backside. You steady yourself on your [feet], [if (wearing armor) \PYZob{}not wasting any time getting naked and simply fishing out your [cockplural]|simply brandishing your exposed [cockplural]] in nervous anticipation, the deviant nature of what you are about to do filling you with [if corruption =\PYZgt{}50 \PYZob{}a thrilling sense of transgression|a mixture of shame and base lust\PYZcb{}]. Your [hips] roll as you begin to grind against the animal\PYZsq{}s rump, the leathery surface of its taint and tailhole providing just enough friction to send a shiver down your spine and cause [eachcock] to jump and swell, in no time staining the dark flesh with a thin smear of prenut. The stallion seems to be a little tense, its head low and ears pulled back, but the heavy swinging of its engorged tool below tells you everything you need to know. Its tailhole, smeared with lubricant now, appears almost pitch black as you continue to prod at it with your tip. It twitches and flexes at every touch, at times winking hard enough to give you a hint of the fleshy\PYZhy{}pink interior. Getting a hold of its tail with a [hand] you use it to guide your manhood into finally breaching that squishy ring.

There is a low, breathy whine out of the stallion as you sodomize him, [if cock diameter=\PYZgt{}3.5 \PYZob{}its muscular donut desperately struggling to squeeze down on the oversized invader, clearly unaccustomed to such sizable insertion|its squishy donut rhythmically squeezing down on your endowment in a snug grip\PYZcb{}]. Its backside is warm and oddly roomy but the star of the show is most definitely the convulsing ring of muscle around yor [cock]. It moves in a perversely pulsating motion, almost pushing you out as it opens up like some kind of a flower before clamping down on and pulling you in. Thus it inadvertently swallows you up, the stallion huffing and snorting loudly, [if cock length=\PYZgt{}24 \PYZob{}although even a horse\PYZsq{}s substantial frame is 
not enough to fully contain your monstrous tool, its tip encountering a squishy resistance somewhere deep in the horse\PYZsq{}s gut that prevents you from fully bottoming out|forcing you to balance on your [feet] as you suddenly find your groin caressed by the rhythmic squeezing of the donut as it swallows your length whole\PYZcb{}]. [if (multicock) \PYZob{}Your other [prickplural] settle atop the stallion\PYZsq{}s rump, throbbing vainly in the warm air and staining its coat with a steady drooling of precum.\PYZcb{}]

The sudden embrace by a feral asshole is enough to make your [chest] heave [if (hasvagina) \PYZob{}and [vagina] absently clench and drool some from growing arousal\PYZcb{}], head swimming with pleasure before you get your faculties back and begin to rut. The experience is heightened by the visual element of that pliant ring clinging to your [cock] as you pull out before it gets flattened as you push back in like some kind of sea monster\PYZsq{}s sucker. [if (hasballs) \PYZob{}Your [ballsfull] churn and tingle, impacting the stallion\PYZsq{}s taint with every thrust and causing a dull clapping noise to ring out down below.\PYZcb{}] The ridden beast squirms and digs at the ground with a hoof together with the occasional whinny or whine, especially loudly when your thrusts seem to prod at its prostate with enough force to make that neglected horsecock jump and wetly slap against its belly. 

The stallion\PYZsq{}s asshole does such a good job of milking you that the climax seems to approach regrettably quickly, though not before the beast has made its own mess. One too many prods to its prostate is enough to send it bucking [if (height=\PYZgt{}90) \PYZob{}and nearly knocking you off your feet|and nearly knocking you off of the box you are balancing on\PYZcb{}], whinnying, and proceeding to audibly paint the ground beneath it with thick equine seed, its salty musk adding to the already present stench of sex. Not long after you feel your [cockplural] swell [if (hasballs) \PYZob{}and your [balls] draw up tight\PYZcb{}] and you yank on the beast\PYZsq{}s tail to bury yourself as deep within it as you can moments before the inevitable. Your pleasured groans add to the fleshy cacophony filling the stable as you blow your load inside the stallion, [if (cum volume \PYZgt{} 1000) \PYZob{}quickly filling its gut with your release and well past the passage\PYZsq{}s limits as each spurt begins to flow back, soon squirting out around the stretched donut with a loud squelch and painting the surrounding haunches white|filling its backside with spurt after spurt of hot seed, the snug fit of its ring around your [onecock] keeping it from making a mess\PYZcb{}]. [if (multicock) \PYZob{}Your other [cockplural] spray wildly into the air, spurt after spurt landing on the stallion to coat its back and mane in a gooey coating of steaming release.\PYZcb{}] 
 
 The stallion squirms and whinnies as you treat it like a mare, its head craning down to futilely try to prod at its neglected shaft as it quickly softens and begins retracting back into its sheath. You, meanwhile, bask in the bliss of this deviant act, before slowly pulling out of the well\PYZhy{}used equine backdoor. [if cock diameter=\PYZgt{}3.5 \PYZob{}Your slab of meat leaves the normally flexible muscle stretched and gaping, the normally pink inner walls a paler shade from the seed coating them. You watch it wink and try to close up even as release quickly begins oozing out, forced out by those powerful muscles and leaving an off\PYZhy{}white trail all the way down to its leathery sack|The well\PYZhy{}used tailhole winks several times, flashing its pink insides at you, before managing to tighten most of the way back up only allowing a thin line of your cream to dribble out, clinging to the wrinkly ring like morning dew\PYZcb{}]. 
 
You take a moment to compose yourself and clean up to the best of your abilities before giving the stallion a gentle pat on the side. It looks back at you with an inscrutable expression before giving your [hand] a sheepish lick, its tail flicking a couple of times. You leave with the fuzzy feeling of having made a most unusual friend.
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