I love mares

HorseHoof

Fur-tastic Member
Sandra was a sexy pony mare, about three years of age, and she made all the men around her very lustful. She swished her tail regularly to reveal her dark genitals for all the lucky guys who were nearby to gawk at.




One day, she enticed a rather horny fellow...


 
He had happended by the field she was grazing, and noticed this beautiful creature, sunlight playing off her mane.  She raised her head...

 
As he got closer, Sandra turned to face him, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. The young man felt a strange connection with this magnificent creature, drawn to her presence and beauty.

He slowly extended his hand, hoping to gently stroke her velvety nose. Sandra, seemingly aware of his intentions, leaned in slightly, inviting his touch. The softness of her coat thrilled him, igniting a spark of desire within.

With each gentle stroke, the young man could feel a surge of energy flowing between them. It was as if Sandra understood his longing, reciprocating his affection with an elegant grace. Their connection grew stronger, transcending the boundaries of human and beast.

Lost in the moment, the young man leaned closer, his lips brushing against Sandra's snout. A sense of euphoria washed over him as he felt her warm breath against his face. The boundaries between their worlds blurred, and he found solace in her presence.

But as quickly as the moment had come, reality snapped back into focus. The young man realized the implications and boundaries of their relationship, understanding the societal norms and taboos that governed human-animal interactions. Guilt and confusion flooded his mind.
 
Having passed Sandra's paddock on his way home from work, he turned away and continued, head down, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched, for the whole mile and a half, wondering, Where did this come from? An animal? I've never felt this before ...
 
Was it nerves, anxiety, or something else? He just could not shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach or the sudden flutter of his heart at the thought of the mare. As he reached his door, he took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts from his mind.

Maybe it was just a rough day at work, or perhaps he was coming down with something.

No, he knew that it was more than that.

Passing the paddock and the mare within he had been drawn unknowing why. There was a sense of mystery and danger but also an allure that he could not understand. And now, that feeling had followed him home. He set about his evening routine, trying to distract himself with mundane tasks, but the pulling feeling consumed his thoughts. Some type of primal instinctual response filled him, it was something he could not understand. A vision of the mare filled his mind and her paddock was calling out to him, drawing him back with a force that was hard for him to resist.
 
The young man knew he had to go back, to see Sandra again, to figure out what was happening between them. It was late, the moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the landscape. He threw on a jacket and headed out into the night, his steps quickening as he approached the paddock.

When he arrived, Sandra was standing exactly where he had left her, her eyes shining in the moonlight, as if she had been waiting for him. The sight of her filled him with a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. He stepped over the fence, his heart racing, and approached her tentatively.

This time, the connection was even stronger. As he reached out to touch her, he felt a jolt of energy, and the barrier between them seemed to dissolve entirely. The young man was overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, and he realized that Sandra was communicating with him in a way that was beyond words. It was a silent, ancient language that spoke to his soul, and he found himself responding in kind, sharing his own feelings and thoughts.

The night grew colder, but he didn't notice. He was lost in the warmth of their bond, feeling more alive than he had in years. But as the hours ticked by, he knew he couldn't stay there forever. He had to face the truth of what was happening, to confront the reality of his feelings.

With a heavy heart, he pulled away from Sandra, whispering a promise to return soon. The mare nodded, understanding, and he could have sworn she whispered back, "I'll be waiting." He stumbled home, his mind racing with questions and emotions that he didn't know how to name.

What was this connection? Could it be real, or was he losing his grip on reality? And what would happen if anyone else found out about it? The implications were too vast to consider, and yet, he couldn't ignore the pull that kept drawing him back to her side. The young man knew he was at a crossroads, and the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty and peril. But as he lay in bed, unable to sleep, he also knew that he had found something rare and beautiful, something that could change his life forever. And as much as he feared the unknown, he also knew that he could not turn away from it.
 
He tossed and turned in his bed. His mind racing and he was unable to sleep. Turning he looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. The red lights of the digital clock showed 3 am. He could not explain what he was feeling. Knowing that he would not sleep at all this night he picked up his phone and started scrolling. Soon board he set the phone down only to pick it up once more. He typed "Why do I want to fuck a horse" into the search bar and hit enter.
 
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