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Semi-Clever Horse Pun	By : c0p13r Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 5998 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Horsing Around is a semi-clever pun
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            Alzack was in their bedroom with sweet little Asuka… who is their daughter… as if anyone gives a shit. Mother Bisca Connell, however, was set to join them only after she tended to her barnyard animals; the horse was always saved for last. The steed she had kept since her unmarried days at Fairy Hills dormitory was one of the few critters she transferred over when she made a family; the elephant was a bit too dangerous to have tramping around a curious wanderer like Asuka, and the fawn had grown and went out to live in the forests. But the horse stayed, and she was comforted by that.
            She liked combing him. He was a steady mass of well-trained, disciplined muscle; or he just like the grooming. He ate hay and ambled infrequently, shifting his weight just slightly as if to guide the strokes of her brush to his flank.
            Yes, she liked brushing him, but it was not out of pleasure that she did this. She needed to like something right now! The former Mulan Rouge was edgy as of late, and her husband could not see nor meet the needs she craved. “I need a dick!” she seethed through gritting teeth, visibly troubled as she made sharp swipes along the steed’s side. Her husband was nothing if not loving, but sometimes, a wild girl like her just needed to be put in her place, fucked hard and savagely. Alzack couldn’t so much as spank her, let alone fill her cunt the way she wanted.
            There had been a time when she got it frequently; a good fucking from anyone who happened to find her in that mood. Mostly clients from a job. There was an old man who ran a magic shop in Hargeon Town who, despite his wiry and offbeat look, had pounded her over his counter in exchange for a modest discount. And then there was another older man, a stout, egg-shaped client who wished to collect noteworthy books. She had rounded up those he had requested – a bunch of erotic novels that she glimpsed at – and made the ‘mistake’ of peering in them before handing them over. “Boyoyo! What a naughty girl to peek inside her client’s treasures!” She had already been sopping wet from the words in the pages and the lack of intimacy. The duke dove into the ground – a strange Magic that caught her unawares – and reappeared from the wall behind her, hands and face and cock only. “You may not be beautiful,” he raged, catching her wrists from behind and bending her forward, “but you may still yet be fuckable! Boyoyo!” His thick erection punched through her exposed cunt, and soon thereafter, he planted his seed in her. Infertile, she supposed a few months later; she didn’t have a baby who popped out with a Boyoyo!
            But his cock…! She salivated at the memory. Far beneath the standards of beauty, but he fucked like he had all the confidence in the world! How she gushed across his exposed cock before he inseminated her and threw her out! The worst shame of it was when she started pounding on his door a day later, begging to be fucked again, until a gorilla woman escorted her off the premises. “The Master does not deal with uglies like you,” huffed Gorilla Woman before turning back. Bisca’s last view of that rancid man was in his highest window, with a gloating smile while the gorilla woman pushed his dick in and out of her fat lips.
            Bisca had since refrained from fucking any lucky lad; she needed those who found her intimidating or unobtainable. She thought she would find the perfect lover in the mousey and brave Alzack. She thought she would find love! It was a shared attraction, and after the first weeks of marriage, she realized it was a mistake. Too late to back out, though… she had turned out pregnant from the three nights of tender lovemaking.
            She was in this for the long haul, no matter how frustrating it had become standing next to him and pretending that he nurtured her zeal for life. She hated how he threw himself between her and danger. There was a time when they were hired to stop a rampaging herd of oxen, and after they had made their plan, the beasts charged her head-on. She was prepared, though, for the risk and readied herself for a thrill. Alzack leapt in front of her, arms spread, and shouted his promise to protect her. It was all she could do not to put the barrel of her rifle against the back of his head and put a bullet out between his eyes.
            Danger and risk excited her; not just with a lively feeling, but with a boost to her loins. She nearly creamed herself when the oxen were going at her, challenging her to take a risk and make a choice. Alzack took that from her, ended the siege, and then rode her that night like a hero. She should’ve hogtied him and made him eat his undeserved orgasm from her dry cunt.
            Of course she had thought about infidelity; cheating on a husband who cheated her out of a fulfilling life. Once, she almost went through with it. She had taken enough alcohol to abandon inhibition and feel Natsu’s leg up. But the oblivious Dragon Slayer just laughed obnoxiously, grabbed her hand and held it overhead, and jeered to everyone in earshot that she was so drunk, she mistook him for Alzack. Even Alzack laughed.
            Natsu was too dense to seduce; not to mention his bonds to the Guild would not have him betray one guildmate for another. Gray was… Juvia’s territory… and a bit too… well… He was hardly as desirable as his persona would have one think; more of a tool down at Alzack’s standards. She had almost been double-teamed by the two older men who always ogled, but she missed her chance and drunken Cana reaped the rewards at both ends.
            Bisca was lamenting how long she had gone without Mulan Rouge’s streak of sexual conquest when she realized the line of her sight… and that the answer to her problem was right in front of her, sheathed and large. Of course she had seen it when fully extended. She could not have owned a horse, lived with them intimately and not witness it flop and hang. Only before, she thought nothing of it. Dogs got erections, and so did elephants, monkeys, all manner of nature that she surrounded herself with. And it wasn’t rare for her to lend out her stallion for stud fees, even participating for successful copulation.
            The mares, she now envied. Her horse fulfilled them, rutted them well enough for successful breeding and for returns. Her Alzack failed at that. Sure, he impregnated her. She wanted to be bred, fucked with purpose, beyond what she could handle. The fat man had done that for her, and many other wayward cocks tried their best. But perhaps the problem with wanted to be fucked like an animal was that she relied too heavily on men.
            It perhaps took a beast to give it to her like she wanted it…
            She had already grabbed the sheathed dick, squeezing firmly to let the steed know her intentions. He snorted softly, gave a small knicker and a trot in place, but then held obediently still. “Just… relax,” Bisca said aloud, though not for the horse’s benefit. He didn’t understand. It took communication through action and – if such things were true – force of will. But the ministrations had done well to coax the beast. The cock emerged, drawn by its own length and weight to hang in an arch to the dirt floor.
            Bisca paused for a moment to regard it as well as her intentions. She was a mother and wife, but did not want that to stick her to a life of unfulfillment. The horse cock in front of her made a promise that tender Alzack could not. Almost whining, on the verge of desperation, Bisca doublehanded the large phallus for no purpose but to experience it herself. She chewed her bottom lip. It was heavy; pliable, but sturdy regardless. Its bulk weighed firmly in her small hands.
            She gave it two kisses to start with. Chaste kisses, like the kind a loving owner might give to the side of her pet’s head; only this first kiss was to the side of the horse’s cockhead, just to the right of its hole. The second was dead-on center, where she discovered a substance no doubt meant to ease penetration. It was thick and abundant, looping down low between mouth and head before splotching the hay-riddled earth at her knees.
            It was stronger than Alzack’s – or any man’s – excitement. Bisca’s practiced tongue could not withstand a twinge of her lovely, sharp features as it flourished against the dollop staining her ruby lips. I shouldn’t… There were many and all reasons to back out and suppress this experience to vague memory, but all the same, the mouth that had accommodated a smaller cock for so many years made room for a beast. The flat, dimpled head mashed up against her lips at first, warning her that she’d have to try harder to take him in. Her jaw cramped, but she got that horse cock in and did her best to suckle on it.
            Her stallion was trained to trust her and remain motionless at her touches, though this foreign act caused him to snort and swish his head. His hind legs ambled from side to side, and then stopped and held. He twitched his tail, but was otherwise still to let his rider do her work.
            Bisca had sucked and swallowed many cocks in her life, but she had to give it to the horse: she couldn’t take him in one go. The moment she pulled him out of her mouth, spittle ran like a waterfall down to her cleavage. Beneath her bodice, her pink nipples were swollen to erection; the running spit felt like a tease. She almost bore them to the animal, as if he would have any interest in them. Lucy’s Taurus would go into a frenzy should she pop her tits out for him. Such a sex-starved animal, Bisca had to wonder if Lucy pandered to his needs in secret.
            She strangely thought of Erza then. “You have a duty to your weapons,” she blustered proudly, beating the hilt of her favorite claymore to her armored bosom. “Nurture them! Bond with them! Know them intimately! And they will not fail you!”
            Does Erza bed her blades?
            Bisca wiped at her wet mouth, her eyebrows furrowing. She loved her rifle, but she was not about to grind on it for some cheap orgasm. She wanted to be fucked, and her stallion was here to do that for her. The hard part was positioning. She could not lie back and expect the stud to meet her halfway. He bred mares, only once being handled by hand for artificial insemination purposes; Bisca hadn’t touched nor been aroused by him in that scenario, but then, she was getting dicked by strangers often enough to ebb her lusts.
            “Up. Here. C’mon.” Bisca glanced shyly to the barndoor as she patted the stall’s top. Easier to teach a dog such tricks, and she felt foolishly desperate to be amping a horse to throw his forelegs over the rack. She tugged on his reins, hoping he would pick on her urgency. His black eyes regarded her emotionlessly, his tail flicked, and he did nothing.
            Bisca huffed and looked around, hoping for a saddle or stool that she could fit on beneath him. That cock was going inside of her! A milking stool was all she could find, but she’d have to purse up like a cat to fit on it. Exasperated, she tried the rack again. He was unwilling, more mule than horse in his stubbornness. But just as she started to contemplate firing a gun to spook him in a half-leap, he obliged her. Perhaps he understood, perhaps she wore him down, perhaps he was just guided by his cock flopping around beneath him. Whatever the reason, he hoisted himself up and latched himself onto the partition, stumbling on his two hind hooves until he discovered stability. It was no comfortable thing for him, but the rider wished it.
            Bisca nearly cowed out in the moment, for now… there was nothing to stop her from committing. She had always had a sharp tongue and a quickdraw to back it up. This was a bit more overwhelming. Her heart thrust out against her chest as she stared at the floppy thing waiting for her attention. The stallion’s long head turned to her, eyes blank and unreadable. His left ear twitched. From a fly or subtle impatience?
            What was she waiting for?! She rode him constantly, she reminded herself, and reached beneath her skirt to shuffle down the stringy underwear that Alzack was so bashful about. “What if there’s a draft?” he would say, trying to keep her skirt down. She was playful with him, but in reality, she wanted to smack him and say that that was the point, teasing other men for him to revel in it.
            No more thinking of it! It was the moment of depravity and salvation and wretchedness. She could hardly believe it was happening, that she was doing this, bumbling underneath her brown steed and bending over like a mare in heat. His mass was hot and heavy above her, a threat should it all come down, but she had faith in his sturdiness and diligent forelegs. The cock bounced against her butt. She yanked her skirt up, flipping it inside out to drape along her midriff and expose her mint-green pussy, soft and supple buttocks. If the horse had it his way, he’d spear forward to the crease of her butt to discover a hole that she just could not relinquish to him. Instead, with a shaky hand, she clutched his thick member and shoved him up against the sopping gash between her legs. She spread her feet as far as she was able, but that did little to make the union seem any more possible. The big, fat head squished up against her labia, her nimble fingers pressing like trying to fit a filled balloon into a sleeve. But his shaft was malleable, able to be squeezed for firm fittings such as this. It took some time, effort and trickiness, but the reward came with a shock of pleasure riding on a wave of pain.
            Her pussy split around her stallion. She nearly screamed had her hand not reached up to muffle the echoing noise. It was an instant orgasm, spraying messily around the embedded prick. Her whole body jerked and wavered; she had to catch her knees by hand to keep steady. For her, she was complete. For the horse, he had found his purchase and rolled his hips to claim in. To depths Alzack could never reach, the horse’s thrust surpassed and pressed her womb hard inward. It might’ve caused her to cry in pain if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted: a good, thorough rutting. Even the egg man was driven from memory and replaced with her striding companion taking root inside her. How many years wasted, fiddling with her fingers, when she had a capable company in her room?! She came again, squealing as her muscles tightened uselessly against the mass widening her. Her body in the throes of milking, the horse needn’t even thrust to achieve climax. But instinct was there. He was embedded and needed to act on it. He had been stimulated earlier, and the space inside was cramped and accommodatingly wet. Muscle groups twitched and flicked, his hooves shuffled once each, and he made a quiet and quick whine.
            Bisca was reeling from the doubled-up orgasm when it suddenly tripled with ten times the amount of liquid! In a single blast from the beast’s balls, he served up a womb-filling wad of semen, a deluge of sperm swamping the present egg. And it all kept streaming! If she had put a hand over her uterus instead of bracing on her knees, she would feel that part of her tightening, swelling up hard and fast with the horse’s release. Really, it was too much for her to contain! The horse cock itself was too much of a blockage for the speeding cum to spill around. Like a cork struck from a bottle of champagne, the dick was expelled, its head swollen and flared to twice what it had been going in. Alzack would have to ask if he was inside should he attempt to mount her any time soon. And like an uncorked bottle of champagne, the contents quickly fizzed and spilled to the surface, drenching the floor between her leather boots. On exit, the still-ejaculating cock sent streamers to further make a mess of her, like she had walked into a foam party. It spilled mostly against the insides of her legs, but the wag of such a lengthy cock caused a chance flourish that dashed across the undersides of her breasts.
            The cowgirl mage was finished. Her pussy squeezed and juiced whatever cum it could out of her to slosh into the yellow-white puddle on the floor. She pinched her face with effort, embarrassed at the feeling of pushing so hard on her lower half, but she could not walk back into the house with her husband with a cunt dripping horse seed. She’d shower, but there was no guarantee that her husband would let her do so in private.
            “Ah~!” The last that she could get out dripped heavily with a plop! before she herself wound up in the floor, exhausted and shaking. She breathed deep the scent of earth and hay before the ground beneath her shook as two great hooves detached from the partition and came down to bear the weight of the stallion. It startled another squirt from her quim! Thankfully she had dropped before the horse’s patience had given out.
            It was a healthy handful of minutes before she felt confident in her own two legs underneath her again. Still, though, she braced against walls when she could. She fixed her skirt and abandoned her string underwear until morning. With satisfied and overtaxed loins, she shambled to the barndoor before looking back at her steed, hunkering down in a bed of hay with a cock still receding to its dormant size.
            She grinned with her rouge lips. “Until our next ride.” She felt she just needed more practice to really ride him.
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            It had taken a lot of doing from her mouth, tits, and pussy, but Erza finally got the okay from the local play producer. “You’ll see!” she beamed excitedly with a pumped-up fist, glowing eyes, and a cum-framed face. The small producer man slumped in his chair, not yet putting his wilting penis away, letting it breathe after the several ejaculations she stole from him in a row. A man of his station and age; he shouldn’t have to go so hard! But Erza was insistent in gaining his approval. “I’ll put on a marvelous show of gallantry on your stage! Something people will come from miles around to see!” Her starlet bravado was weakened by the nervous sweat of impending stage-fright, but she was resolute.
            “What-huff-huff-whatever you wish, Erza-chan,” wheezed the director. How had she pulled such copious amounts of cum from his small sac? The usual stage whores just drew a weak handful before he was done. Erza did not let him rest until he covered her, inside and out, with his seed, beckoning him to allow her a play all her own.
            And Erza was succumbed to the acting bug. She could imagine the mounting applause for her show. True, it needed to be gallant and daring. What did a knight need to be gallant? None looked more so than with a mount rearing between the knight’s legs.
            She turned away from the producer with a sly, Lucy-like grin.
            Bisca had just the thing she needed to make this act amazing!
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So, no secret, this first chapter was just a setup to the next one. This was more for critique, as I’m no horseman myself; don’t know jack. So next chapter: Erza rides bareback, backside!
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