Right on the Edge. (Esmeraldine / Pazzo)

[Pazzo]

Sven could be considered a handsome man, what with his devil may care good looks, expensive hand tailored suit, tall frame, and lean, well defined muscles rippling under his clothing. His Armani shades glinted in the desert sunlight as he slowed his Lamborghini Aventador, its exterior pearlized paneling shifting in hue depending on what angle one viewed it at.

He surveyed his destination. It was an older gas station and mechanics garage, mated to a warehouse., situated near the border between Arizona and Mexico. The building has a distinctive retro 4os look to them. The gas pumps were likewise vintage, but well reworked and restored, just as they might have been seventy years ago. The succulent plants and cactus garden borders were likewise beautiful, and well tended.

But none of this interested him. He was a businessman, and his only real motivation was profit, regardless of the morals involved.
Sven parked his vehicle in the abandoned parking lot, and slid out of his scissor door with well practiced arrogance.
He slid his shades away from his handsome young face, checked them for specks of dust or other contaminants, folded them up, and put them inside the jacket of his pinstripe suit.

He opened the older doorway, and a small bell rang out. He pursed his lips. She would know it was him. His unique exhaust sounds from the modification he had her make last week would let her know. Little chores here and there was how she paid him what she owed. and somehow she always managed to make him want to give her a few more days.

He was running out of patience however. He needed this gas station, as per the words and design of his employer.

She was nowhere to be seen. "It's payday my dear." He murmured out into the air of the immaculately clean waiting area next to the repair garage, as a vintage jukebox played a rather pleasant vinyl copy of Frank Sinatra. Perhaps she would take his offer this time. He could just buy her as well, perhaps keep her as his personal pet. "...Come now, don't keep me waiting. I need to be serviced, if you know what I mean." He then grinned in a disarming way, as he watched her walk towards him...

 

[Esmeraldine]

Things had looked up for Sandra, way back when she had been the star mechanic of Dingo's Repair Shop, all the way back in Brooklyn. It was a far cry, both in distance and in time, from her youthful days as a strong, hard working mare just trying to perfect her skills and make a living. To the point that, the moment she had accumulated enough of both, she hadn't hesitated in looking for the perfect shop to own for herself. And what a deal she had gotten! An old gas station with repair shop and warehouse, all neat and ready to be purchased far in the southwest? Not to mention by a small yet busy road... Indeed, the initial business had been booming.

But like all things, the future tended to be uncertain, and a local highway sprang up rather quickly, and with its completion five years ago, there was little need for travelers to come to this delectable pit stop. Sure, there was the odd breakdown or need for gas here and there, but for most travelers, it just wasn't worth it. So now, here she stood, at 32 years of age, with a business that was on the verge of failing the only thing to her name. She'd given up everything for this place... and what did she have to show for it?

"Fuck... why did I have to take out that damned loan..." Well, it wasn't just one. It was... more than she dared to count. She owed too much on this place... the moment it went down, her life was over. There was nothing left. How would she even get back to society? She didn't even own her own working car anymore...

But her thoughts broke as her long, furry ears twitched at the vibrant sounds of that familiar modification. "He's here... shit..." Getting up from her desk, where the paperwork spelling out her failure sat, she peered toward the door and heard him speaking in the next room. Flaring her nostrils with a deep sigh, she couldn't get away with it forever. So slowly, the loud sounds of her hooves clopping against the tiled floor rang out, and eventually, Sandra showed herself before the younger man.

"Didn't hear you come in," she lied, putting up her usual annoyed face, one that wasn't friendly in the least. After all, this little man couldn't do anything physical to her... she could snap him in half if she wanted to. But he didn't show up without proper guarantees, that was for sure... "You know I don't have your money."

The mare dressed rather simply, given her line of work, the complete opposite to him. A plain, light grey woolen skirt that reached nearly halfway down her long, thick thighs was her main garment of choice, easy to move in, unimpeding in every way, and its thin material perfect for this hot, desert weather that typically plagued the outside and the workshop. Though it had the added perk of shifting easily, and could be moved and rolled to the heart's content. It hugged her massive hips practically to a tee, the robust fullness of her hind quarters prominently displayed for the upper, somewhat tighter portion of the skirt.

Above she wore a plain, white sleeveless tee, with a v-cut low enough to display her huge cleavage. Her painted fur showed through, with her right breast being prominently brown furred, while her left breast had a very visible splotch of white fur along its middle and further edge. One of the straps of her black cotton bra had slipped enough to be visible over her shoulder, however, and looking closely enough, the dark cups could bleed through the white cotton.

 

[Pazzo]

The handsome young man pursed his lips at the sight of the gorgeous mare woman hybrid, and let out a low, lurid whistle as he appraised her.
The very sight of her tapped into the more primal aspects of his brain, partly as to her sculpted lines of graceful femininity, and to her maturity of being slightly older than him.
It was always his fantasy to be taught new sexual things by a beautiful, more experienced older woman, but he had that fantasy granted by the family maid long ago. Right before he fired her just after he finished.

He had beautiful slaves by the score, and yet after having climaxed with them several times, they simply didn't arouse him any more. Sandra just had this exotic, equine edge about her that drove Sven absolutely wild with arousal. Despite being a huge asshole at times, the young executive knew the advantages of self control. Advantages that he completely tossed out the window at this point. They would give him no advantage here.

Having a pretty slave with animalistic qualities that would do everything you say with a smile on your face was fun enough, but only for the first few thousand times. At this stage in his life, Sven was only turned on my having power and dominion over someone helpless, making them do things they hate, and then getting off upon her cries, whimpers, and tears. Especially when the woman was tall, and physically powerful. Sven knew damn well how dangerous and capable Sandra was, and that was part of the fun. She dare not try to hurt him for fear of losing everything, being tossed away into prison, where she was sure to be abused ten times worse than anything he would do to her. Knowing she was terrified, and kept in line by fear of what he might do if she displeased him was highly arousing.

He felt his cock surge at the thought.
The very thought of watching her do perverted, embarrassing things for him, all for just a few more days at clinging on to her dream. Still, a broken toy is no fun.

"Oh?" he said in mock surprise, taunting the pretty mare woman in response to her saying she had no money for him. His look turned to something a little more sinister. "And you know damn well I'll take other things instead of money. That being said..." Sven looked around the waiting area, and walked around the bar that was almost chest high to him. He perched up on it, directly in front of a large, wall mounted mirror. He admired his reflection, raising his eyebrows just a little in narcissistic pride.

Without taking his eyes off himself, he loosened his trousers quickly, and let them slide to the floor, as he brought up his feet to press into his toned ass cheeks. He then spread his knees open wide, revealing his fully erect manhood, putting it on full display.

"Get over here, mare..." he said in an arrogant voice, still looking at himself. "Stand in front of me, just here, and bend at the waist." he murmured, his eyes narrowing. "...I want you to pull your panties down, but leave them around those hot, muscular thighs of yours. Hike up your skirt, for me, and bend at the waist. Give me a good view of your hot, sexy marehood, as you use that mouth of yours to devour me. Drain my balls, and swallow it all. Maybie I will give you another week...."

 

[Esmeraldine]

There was just this natural sway to her hips that she couldn't help but fulfill, the way her hooves raised her body into always having her ass sticking out, it gave an extreme curvature that human women wished they could have. The thick hips of the mare jolted from one extreme side to another, just from a single step, her long, brush like tail swirling in unison behind her. No sooner did she stop close to him that her gaze got caught on that obvious stiffie of his.

It's not like this was the first time he pulled that out... in fact, it was becoming quite a regular thing. How many times would she have to suffer this damned humiliation? Was her pride so worth giving up for this dream? Just that look he had on his face disgusted her... just so damned repulsive. And when he helped himself to the raised place, she grimaced at him harshly. "That's where food goes you know..." she muttered, not that he would care.

Sandra trotted over to him, again those swaying hips attracting a good portion of the attention, but the visible bounce of her full bust certainly added to that. Her large nostrils flared as he started commanding her to degrade herself in such an asinine way, and her teeth chittered with anger. But he was untouchable... she could snap his neck with ease and it would only cause her far more problems than she had now.

Bending over was likewise just as natural to her as swaying, and though his erection wasn't exactly on par with anything from her own kind, it didn't need to be to intimidate her. Biting her lip, she did as he said, bringing her face down close to his crotch while her thick rump remained perfectly jutting out even as she was practically bent over angularly. The mirror behind her gave him a clear view of everything from behind, and as she slowly tugged her skirt up, quite easily as well, the stretched black thong she wore underneath could still barely be seen between her encompassing asscheeks, though from her pose, he could see where the fabric hugged the outline of her thick mare pussy. At that point, she hesitated, as if questioning her own actions.

 

[Pazzo]

Sven did not notice her hesitation, as the moment was stoking his lust, and he was reveling in it. He moaned a little as he felt the mare's intense, heated breath upon his fastidiously clean, well mans-caped erection. It throbbed more than once in anticipation of being gobbled up by her powerful mouth, and thick, skilled tongue. Her saliva was likewise thick and slippery. He had felt the pleasures of her mouth before, and she was quite good at what she did.

If he could only convince her to sell to him, and have her at his beck and call whenever he wanted. At least until he dot tired of her.

"Yes, little mechanic" He murmured to her in a mocking tone, as he saw up under her skirt at her powerful looking, athletically tone thighs. He fine coat was likewise beautiful, with a mottled brown and white pattern, like the mustangs of old. The businessman eyed her reflection in the mirror hungrily, noticing her thong panties just barely covering her mare hood. He wondered if she secretly enjoyed this, as he could see a few moist spots there. "Move those out of the way for me, but keep them on..." He suggested.

Part of the thrill was how large she was. She was easily seven feet tall, towering over him. Her body was muscled and tone, but still quite sexy and feminine. The added benefit of her large size put her large, magnificent breasts right in level with his face. Her horse like qualities of her hybrid race also leaded to the idea that she had the legendary stamina and strength of the horses from legend.

Sven just scooted a little closer to the edge of the bar, as his erect cock surged for her. He bumped its engorged head into her velvety soft nose, as he looked into her beautiful fifty fifty averaging of a human woman, and a female horse. He cradled her jawline gently in a mocking caress, and guided her short muzzle to his manhood. "Go ahead now..." He said to her, as an adult would adress a servant. "...earn your keep."

 

[Esmeraldine]

A potent flare of her large nostrils sent a blast of steamy hot breath careening into his exposed privates, engulfing him utterly. No human could match that, for sure, and it was just a single blast from her powerful lungs. Never once did she not think of simply taking him and breaking him apart, using her bare hands to do him all the harm in the world. He didn't care about her at all, all he wanted was to exploit her for his own selfish desires. But she wasn't some dumb animal, she was a hybrid, more akin to a human than to anything in her own ancestry. And she would always remember the price for doing anything to him...

Not to mention she wasn't inherently violent. Just the thought of squeezing his head right off was a product of desperation, but one that she couldn't foresee herself enduring. All she wanted to was live a normal life, to run her own business... the last thing she wanted was for all of this to get even worse. And so, as he admired her as she seemed to stand there, bent over, dumbfounded, her thick breasts prodded against her top, the cleavage seeming to grow ever deeper and ever darker as gravity did its best to tug down on her massive equine mammaries.

Despite the very horse-like appearance of her lower body in the mirror, the way she seemed to stand, not to mention parts of her semi-hidden nethers, were somewhat reflective of a human, so there was just enough distinction, even without seeing the rest of her body, that she couldn't overtly pass as a feral. His sudden words, though snapped her out of it. "Don't call me that..." she complained lowly, her voice trying to be more assertive than it actually was. Particularly coming out of this little man's mouth, there was no justification for demeaning her that way. But she couldn't hesitate much longer as he started to get antsy.

With another groan through her nostrils, Sandra reached back as he instructed and easily tugged the thin black fabric aside, the thick, juicy equine nether lips free to jut out to their true fullness, and easily caught and pinned the fabric within its right valley, up against the inside of her thigh, making sure that it would not get in his way at all. In a way, it was almost a mocking form of comfort to her, as she still felt the effects of its waistband around her impressive hips, and could feel the fabric smoothly running between her cheeks, and yet left her moist pussy exposed to the coolness of the room.

Finally, she couldn't postpone it anymore, not as he started to shift and move her muzzle into place. There was no point in resisting anymore, so despite his very obvious superiority lyrics, Sandra opened her huge equine maw and took him in, using a single slurp to squish her full pink lips around his hilt. Immediately she went to work, her tongue wriggling about and extending to practically engulf his manhood, as her lips formed into a suction seal. The effect of her long maw was that he could feel a vaccum-like effect at the same time her wet, muscled tongue massaged and caressed every inch of his dick full force, with the obvious idea of making him cum as quickly as she could.

 

[Pazzo]

Sven just moaned, as he inched his bare hips into her, feeling her agile, full lips engulf his meaty meber with room to spare. Her fleshy tongue was slick, and powerful, as she sucked both his shaft and his heavy testes into her soft maw.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he watched her pull aside her sodden panties, revealing her grogeous, black skined labia in the mirror. A perfect facsimile of a human woman's delicates, but shiny black with tan stripes... Not to mention glistening, as mare juices flowed twice as freely as that of a human.

Sandra's mouth was quite skilled, her tongue touching his frenullum, and working him like no human whore ever could. He cock and balls were completely enveloped in Sandra's mouth, sucking away at him just as he instructed.

He reached down to squeeze her massive breasts, sliding his fingers under her shirt, appreciating the fine coating of soft, well maintained downly fur that covered her skin. He flicked her nipples with his fingers, as her areolae were huge, his palms just enough to cover them.

His legs rested upon her shoulders, as he tried to push her away. She of course didnt move at all, given her size and power. That was part of the fun, this big, powerful, beautiful female, terrified of him, and satisfying he sexual needs, all so she could keep her much beloved gas station...

Her mouth was hot, wet, and all over his flesh. Sven of course could not stand to last very long in this instance, and after a pathetic five or six minutes of her suckling away at him, he busted his nut, his testicles surging against her tongue as it lavished them with attention.

Three long spurts, possibly enough seed to fill half of a shot glass. No more. It would taste sweet, with a slight ammount of tart, because of his horrible diet...

He drained his sac into her, and then gasped for a few as he caught his breath, riding the refractory period.

"A week..." He huffed, as he pushed the beautiful creature away, no longer interested, satisfied in his lust. "...you just bought yourself another week. Ill be back then."

The young executive retrived his pants, pulled them on, and breathing heavilly, stumbled out the door, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve...

He then jumped in his Lamborghini, and sped off, kicking many small rocks accross the front of her building carelessly...

He was then gone in a puff of Arizona dust...

 

[Esmeraldine]

Sandra's mighty lips kept him in place, refusing to budge as he nudged at her, intending to get him off without delay. It wasn't the first time this had happened, though it felt like he already was lasting more than the last time. Perhaps he'd been practicing for this occasion, as if he knew for a fact it would occur. Then again, another week... what the hell was supposed to happen in a week to change this arrangement? If anything, she might not even have enough money to support herself at all, let along the gas station.

These thoughts went through her mind as she sucked and curled and smooched about his arrogant flesh, as the mare had little interest in taking any pleasure of her own out of it. She refused to give him the satisfaction, not that he did anything to aid her in return. It was all about him, and as she started to feel his balls shift and groan against her potent tongue and suck themselves tightly within the sack, she flicked her tongue so as to block his inevitable stream from slapping toward her throat, if he could even muster the spurt strength to do it.

"Mngn…" she groaned as she felt the sudden splash of his warm yet overly sweet cum coat the back of her tongue, just as she had readied. If he thought she was going to swallow this crap, he was dead wrong. By the time he tapped at her, she pulled away on her own accord, making sure to slide his sticky dick juices beneath her long, thick tongue, effectively hiding it, as she pulled herself up, her nipples slightly bleeding through her bra and top where he had been stroking, much to her chagrin.

"I get it..." she snarled at him, anxious to have him leave. Obviously, she wasn't too thrilled about having to do anything of this, and by the time he left, she immediately went to the bathroom and spat out his disgusting fluids. "Ughhn…" How long would she have to endure this? Was it REALLY worth all this agony? The mare could only think about what would happen when he decided that her maw wasn't enough...

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Several hours had passed and Sandra did what she typically did when no one was around, which was practically always. Cleaned up everything so it was spotless, did some tuning on her own items and tools, and then sat down to watch some television for awhile. Nothing much exciting, just some old westerns. "Ugh... maybe I should just give up... what's the point? Why should I keep wasting my life doing such..."

It was at that moment that her long, furry ears perked up at the sound of an engine that she had never heard before. Curious, she got up and made her way to the window, overlooking the parking lot and gas pumps. Who could it be?

 

[Pazzo]

Mark took the last swig from his soda, and tossed the empty plastic bottle into the plastic bag lined trash bucket on his caverous floorboard.

The middle aged combat veteran drove down the Arizona roads without much of a care. A fairly recent win of the mega millions lottery had helped that, and now he traveled where he wanted, when he wanted. He was also a man of many hobbies, and this week, it was high powered model rocketry. The week before that, it was custom firearms. But his chief love had always been restoring old vehicles.

His investments and savings were turning him a tidy profit, and he never got overy crazy with his spending. Every vehicle he restored always ended up being donated to some local charity, and sold for no less that ten to twenty times what he paid. All vehicles, save one.

The vehicle he was driving now was among one of his favorites. It was a first generation 1986 humvee, this one in particular having the bigger 400 cubic inch turbo disel engine. He had specially tuned and fabricated parts for it by hand to increase performance, Its low rumble filling his ears.

He had a special attachment to this one, as it was the actual vehicle he drove while serving in the Marine Corps. Several years ago, while out on patrols, he had driven over an improvised explosive, which had rocked the vehicle almost ten feet in the air. Suprisingly, he and his devil dog bretheren had survived to fight another day.

He had never forgotten the vehicle that had protected him, and allowed him to return home. After having won his prize, he did some research, traced the history, and had found the humvee in an old scrapyard somewhere in New Mexico. It was battered and bear to hell, but its engine, though old, had cranked when he tried to start it.

He paid four times what it was worth to anyone else, but only a tenth what it was worth to him.

Over the next few months, he removed the vehicles armor, and replaced it with bedlined coated body panels thst were much lighter. He likwise cleaned, tuned, and replaced all worn parts in the engine as he rebuilt it.

It was now a rugged black, with a royal flush painted upon its doors. "Lucky" he had named her.

This was her first long trip, as he decided to go out to Las Vegas, visit the casinos at night, and launch model rockets out in the desert during the day...

He was just about to reach for another drink when the vehicle suddenly shuddered, followed by a wicked clash of metal upon metal. The engine was still running, but noisy as hell, with a thick, noxious black smoke pouring out from the rear.

Mark swore, as his powerfuly muscled arms steadied the steering wheel.

As luck would have it, there was a gas station just to his right. He immediately pulled over, and shut the big diesel engine off.

It backfired horribly, and the hissed.

The Marine groaned, and crawled out of his stricken tank, stabbing his haphazardly pulled on combat boots into the dusty ground. He was only of average height, but well built. His legs were defined, and clad in knee length camo cargo shorts, with his athletic upper torso clad in an ash gray thundercats T Shirt, with sleeves ripped out of it, showing off his muscular arms.

His handsome face wore a glare of pure aggravation, as his grizzled, reddish beard blew in the wind. He was almost afraid the look under the hood. He knew engines, especially this one, having rebuilt it by hand only a month ago. From the sounds of things, the likely threw a rod.

Even though he already knew what was wrong, Mark popped the hood of the hummer, and looked anyway.

Sure enough, sticking down through the crank case, was a damn connection rod for the number 3 cylinder. Black lubricating oil poured down around it in copious ammounts.

The engine of course would still run, but only at great risk. He just shook his head. Vegas could wait. He kicked the massive tire once in frustration, as steam and smoke was blown away by the wind. It was errily quiet as a tumbleweed blew by.

Looking both ways, the road was empty as far as the eye could see. This gas station was the only thing for miles around.

It looked clean, and well tended, if old. The garden was likewise beautiful. He spied a setvice area and warehouse. Marc grunted, and approached with a soldier esque walk, full of determination. He pushed his way in the door, and looked around at the array of vintage tools and metal shop equipment. His anger was momentarily dissapated. The equipment here, while old, was in great condition, and rare.

Whatever was wrong with the hummer, he could fix here, provided the owner would allow it.

He heard someone approaching from behind him.
"Ah, hey..." He murmured, low and deep. "...I'm uh, having some car trouble and would appreciate it if I could use..." He stopped talking immediately when he turned around and saw her...

He wasnt entirely sure what she was, aside from strikingly beautiful. She had the body of a statuesque human woman, nay, more like an a list human pornstarlet. But then her skin was covered in what looked like downy soft fur, reds, browns, and tans, like a mustang horse.

There was also the fact that she was easily seven feet tall, putting her magnificent breasts level with his head. He mumbled as he watched her toned thighs move under her skrit, as she swayed in on polished hooves that looked just like platform heels an exotic dancer might wear.

"...umm." Marcus stammered, momentarily stunned.
He then shook his head away from her body, and looked up into he beautiful face.

"...This machine shop." He gestured to the equipment behind him. ...Would you mind if I used it to fix that heap out there? Its a special case and uh..." He faltered for a moment, getting lost in her eyes. "...I can pay you." He finally murmured.

 

[Esmeraldine]

As she peered out the window, at first, all she could see was smoke. Hell, the sudden sputtering sounds caught her attention quite rapidly and whoever the motorist was, likely wasn't going anywhere, not unless he wanted to die by the road and have his eyes pecked out by some buzzard. From her vantage point, she could just make out a male figure among the smoke, apparently checking the damage before starting to head to the service area.

"Well, this is new," she mumbled to herself. She couldn't remember the last time someone had actually made it to the station without needing a tow. Not that she had her own tow truck, they'd have to phone the nearest town for one. No... she couldn't afford it and had to sell it at one point. Tapping her fingers on her desk in her office, she heard the ding of the front door indicating the man had come inside. So she figured she may as well greet him.

The loud clopping of her hooves would've given her away far before he would've seen her, though perhaps his obsession with the scenery gave her the opportunity to make it to him unmolested. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked in her semi-deep yet utterly feminine voice that seemed to just have a natural elegance to it, if not a bit of lusciousness as well. Her big, glittering emerald eyes focused on him and studied him quickly, the equine woman not quite instantly smitten with him as he was with her.

She waited for a long moment while he checked out her, though from where she stood, she didn't have the best angle to figure out where that was. Not that she needed to think about it too much as her hip slowly cocked to one side, despite their thickness still giving plenty of form to the opposite side. "Can I help you?" she repeated before he finally started to stammer again. He didn't exactly look like much, perhaps a veteran or something, probably obsessed with guns, not the typical tourist traveling by but certainly not the kind she'd never seen before. Or at least, as far as he looked externally.

When he finally did blurt out what he needed, she blinked at him. "Well, that's what they're for but... it won't come cheap..." Sandra was a bit hesitant to go through her plan and charge this guy out the ass for her services. After all, the one customer she had here and he didn't have a choice, so she could charge him all she wanted... "Sorry are you okay?" she wondered aloud when she noticed he just looked... odd. He certainly was the first human she'd met that acted this way toward her.

 

[Pazzo]

Mark suddenly realized that he was blathering like an idiot, and snapped to attention. He closed his eyes, and took in a long, deep breath, stifling his nervous reactions, allowing the air to cool his lungs and center his being. "Yes..." He said "...I'm fine."

His posture was a little straighter, as his eyes reopened. They were more focused. He was not a coward, and feared no enemy, especially not a gorgeous woman. Still, his immediate need took precedence... In a calm, relaxed voice, deep with purpose, the Marine spoke to Sandra.
"I'm terribly sorry..." He murmured in a controlled manner, low and deep. The direct approach was what he often favored, and so he applied it here.
"...I find you attractive, and you momentarily stunned me was all." He said, with no shy attempt to hide anything. A little Brazen perhaps, but it was better than lying to her.

"My name is Marcus Chesterfield. I'm on my way to Las Vegas, and as you can see, I'm having a little car trouble." He continued, gesturing to the massive military surplus vehicle.

He then looked back to her, a grave look on his face. As much as he wanted to think it would be an easy fix, the engine was likely completely blown.

"I have an old style 6.5 Liter Detroit Diesel V8, and I've just thrown a piston connecting rod. " He grumbled angrily "Its sticking out of my oil pan right now. I will likely need to do a complete engine rebuild." He rubbed the back of his neck. "That vehicle and I have been through a lot together. Lets just say money is not a factor."

He then fished out his tri fold wallet out of his back pocket, and handed her his platinum visa. "I will likely need new bearings all around, New piston rings, gasket and seals, All of it." He then looked out the window and grunted. "Possibly even a new crankshaft... I'll have to tear it apart and make a full list..." He then looked back to her, with a hopeful look on his face. "...I don't suppose you have any beer around here do you?"

 

[Esmeraldine]

Raising an eyebrow, first impressions were certainly important, and she saw him as... a bit slow. Why else was he mumbling and bumbling like that? Though she was a bit surprise he started to regain his composure, since her experience told her people that were like him typically didn't. So, that was one point for him she supposed. Though his next action would catch her off guard. "Hm? Sorry for what?"

His response caused her paused, as she stood there, staring at him in all her glory. Now it was her turn to stunned and for a moment, she glanced behind her, as if he were talking through her. "Uh... okay." It was all she could say really, she'd never so much as heard anything like that directed toward her. At the same time, she didn't notice but he could see a slight blush forming on her cheeks, through her lovely cream blotched fur. The mare wasn't really sure how to respond... what should she tell someone like this? It certainly wasn't like Sven at all, who teased and taunted her purposely. This guy... he seemed... genuine somehow.

"Oh.... uh right, Sandra Vasquez. And don't let the name fool you, I don't speak a lick of Spanish. My folks came over a LONG time ago." It made sense, really, that a mare like her in these parts would have a name like that. It still didn't detract from her equine beauty. "Las Vegas? What the hell were you doing around here?" The only way he would've found the station was if he took the road off the highway, some ten miles back, and followed the lonely, desolate road all the way here. Still, now that he was here, she had a customer so she couldn't exactly complain.

As he explained his situation, however, he could see her eyes widen a bit, as if she were surprised he was talking to her in the lingo. Most folks kinda… were vague about things. "That does sound like a problem," she said, nodding her head. "I mean it sounds like you know what you're doing but I can give it a once over, free of charge." At the mention of money, it reminded her of her situation, and she was still considering whether to... rip him off or not. He seemed like an honest guy... so she was a bit less inclined, even as he handed the fancy card to her. "Well, you're lucky I just had a credit card reader installed recently." It was... uh... a little extra thing she had bargained for. She wouldn't explain how.

"Mhn, alright, I'll start to gather what I need. Beer's in the office, take a seat and I'll get started." She was kind of excited to get to work again, and absently mindedly just told him to head straight in the room where her beer cooler sat, but also where her desk, papers, and some of her belongings lay. She didn't expect him to do any work, of course, seeing as he was paying her, and she went into her workshop on the opposite side to gather the materials and tools before then heading outside to bring the downed vehicle in. From the window, he would've seen her grab at the rear of the vehicle and start to pull it back toward her, the woman's strength immense enough to make it move along behind her quite easily, and she would eventually move inside the adjacent workshop. Course, at the same time, the dusty wind would start whipping up, and her skirt was the first time to be affected, easily shifting and jumping about, providing less protection than the exposed black thong she wore. And of course, a good view of her huge, juicy furry rear, not to mention the puffy, hidden gem as well, though only from a distance.

 

[Pazzo]

Mark quickly walked to the back of her tidy office, marveling at how organized and clean she was. He found her beer cooler, which looked to be charmingly vintage monitor style refrigerator, like everything else here. It was as if he had stepped into a time machine back to the mid fifties. He opened the heavy lead lined door, and saw that the inside was frigid cold. There was something to be said about the old R12 type refrigerants. The glass bottles inside were frosted completely over. He grabbed to of them, letting their cool surface soothe his desert baked hands.

He popped the top off of one of them, and took a long swig of the refreshing brew, letting his eyes roll into the back of his head. He turned around to leave the office, but stopped dead in his tracks as he watched the beautifully toned horsegirl pull his massive humvee into a repair bay by hand. Her gorgeous feminine arms flexed, as her neck arched back, with her downright sexy legs flexing under her skin as she pulled.

Then her skirt was blown upwards, revealing to him her glorious ass, barely covered by the skimpiest panties he had ever seen. To make matters worse, the seemed to be glistening in the bright Arizona sun. He bit his lower lip, and clenched the cold beers tightly, as his manhood stiffed in his cargo shorts, pitching a fairly impressive tent.

"Damn, she is going to make someone a fine wife one day, if she hasn't already..." He murmured rhetorically into the air.

He placed the bottles on her desk, and adjusted his massive erection, concealing it as best he could. He the grabbed the beer, and walked out onto the worn concrete floor. Using the opener on his keychain, he popped the top off the second bottle, and handed it to her. "Trust me..." He murmured. "...this is going to be a bear and a half to fix."

Mark just wanted an excuse to talk to her, be close to her, admire her gorgeous body, and whatever else a smitten man might try to do to get a woman's attention.
Despite glancing at her legs every chance he got when she wasn't looking, he tried his best to keep his composure. She was powerful in the extreme, which in itself was a turn on, but he was still stranded, and it was best not to make her angry.

He folded the whole front of the hood forward, revealing the still steaming, smoking mess, that was his engine. With the beer bottle in his mouth, scowling, he pointed to the offeniding connecting rod, sticking out of the bottom of the engine. "That..." he growled angrilly. "That bastard right there...."

 

[Esmeraldine]

It had happened so often that the mare hadn't really taken notice of the whipping wind on her skirt. After all... she tended to be alone pretty much all the time, and despite knowing there was a stranger standing in her office right now, she had enough to focus on driving the car forward with her strength. It was pretty heavy, even for her, but she didn't have any other means of doing it. Once inside the shop and out of the dusty, windy heat, Sandra snapped a button and the garage door closed to seal them off from the desert world.

Already, her large nostrils flared as the smoke and grease and what not overwhelmed her senses, and hearing the door to the main area open behind her, she turned to see Marcus there. "From the smell alone, I'd say you're lucky to have gotten this far." Her eyes glazed over his crotch for a moment, the somewhat noticeable bump, even as he best tried to hide it, not escaping her attention. Not that it was the first one she'd ever seen, obviously, even back when she worked for someone else, her coworkers tended to... feature something akin to this, some more prominently than others. So she didn't mention it. "See anything you like?" she joked, clearly referring to the shop he was in, though of course, with subtle undertones.

Taking the bottle from him, she downed a good half of it in a single swig before setting it down on a nearby workbench. Considering her size, it'd like take quite a few of these to get her even tipsy. As he revealed the damage within, the shop rapidly filled with smoke and she punched the air vent button to start filtering it out. "Hm yeah... that's bad," she remarked, shaking her head. "A few days at least." Stroking her chin, she looked at him closely. "Well... the closest town is a good ways away, and I don't have any way of getting you there. So you can call a cab if you want, they have a nice little motel there."

Remembering his previous words, though, she got a small thought in her head. "I mean you can stay here if you want, but I don't have a lot of comfy room for you."

 

[Pazzo]

Marc's eyes lit up as she suggested he stay with her. His thoughts immediately thought of beautiful, dirty little things, like sharing her bed with her, as her feminine body was snuggled up to him, holding him tightly, as he kept her safe in her sleep...

...Not likely that she needed keeping safe. She was tall and powerful, and just dragged a damn hummer, by hand, several hundred feet, without working up a single bead of sweat...
could horse hybrids even sweat anyways? He then though of her gyrating and thrusting as she...

At which point he shook his head, dispelling the perverted thoughts away. He opened the back of his tank, and showed her its spacious interior. It was fully laid out for camping, complete with a single twin mattress, fully made up, as well as a small kitchenette. "I can sleep here, if that's alright with you of course..." He murmured to her sheepishly, turning away as he adjusted his erection yet again. "I have had to deal with conditions far rougher than this, I promise. "

He then thought long and hard, still turned away from her, as his pants got a little tighter. He groaned a little. "I would just need access to your shower is all. I do appreciate the offer to stay..." Momentarily he was disappointing. He didn't want to sleep in the back of the hummer, he wanted to sleep with HER dammit.... "Later..." he said to himself, as his inner gentleman and inner horny bastard fought with each other over what his next action should be.

 

[Esmeraldine]

The fact that he seemed to consider her offer surprised her, frankly, as she couldn't recall a single time she had heard a yes. Of course, this guy... Marcus... he was quite different from the rest, as she had already seen. She recalled his attempts to flatter her and while she may not have showed it, Sandra was flattered. A human thinking she was attractive? This big muscled beast of a woman? Sven likely didn't think of her the same way, just one big ticket to exotic pleasure. But this man... he seemed different, very much so. And Sandra couldn't help but feel some attraction to him as well, with his politeness, well meaning, and obvious mechanical knowledge. So he may have had a stiffie, so what? Guys got those all the time, men just had trouble controlling their urges, was all.

"You're really going to sleep in this?" she asked, looking around the inside of the hummer as Marcus explained his plan. Taking a quick sniff, her nostrils flared and spat out a huff of hot air. "Hope you don't mind that smokey smell too much." Glancing over to him, she noted he had already turned away from her, and his sheepishness made her smile. "Maybe but I bet you didn't have a nice and clean repair shop to stay in any of those times. I promise YOU that." Her voice was actually somewhat playful, a bit of a break off from the matter of fact dialogue she had been using.

"Sure, sure, that's fine, I'll go get it ready. Feel free to take a look around, roomie." Giving his shoulder a bit of a nudge with her elbow, even when she was trying to be gentle she felt her push him almost to a stumble. There was no handling her with care, that was for sure.

Leaving him behind to think about it all, she stowed away to the sparklingly clean bathroom she used for herself and peered toward the toilet. "Hm..." Heading into her office for a few moments, she returned and placed a few magazines on the back of the toilet, on top of the bowl. She made sure the top one was a general news magazine, while a couple underneath were porno mags customers had left behind. And of course, she thought it'd be nice to leave him one final one on the bottom, "Mares for Gents." It was, simply put, another porno mag, only with her own species instead of human girls. Hopefully with this, he had enough to take care of his problem.

"Alrighty, feel free to use it, I'll start gathering the materials and tools I'll need to fix this thing," she said calmly, giving him no hint of what was in there.

 

[Pazzo]

He nodded in acknowledgement of her words, and watched as she walked, swayed, glided, or whatever the wildly erotic thing was that she did when she moved across the floor on her sexy legs. Her skirt was so short it was almost obscene, she had no shame whatsoever, and it lit Marcus's furnace with a vengeance. Her ass was nothing short of spectacular as it moved from side to side with her movements, and Marcus quickly became hypnotized, moving his head side to side in time with her movements, as her lovely, silky tail flowed about behind her.

The Marine quickly turned away from her, and bit down on one of his fingers. Try as he might to be a gentleman, he was still a man, and certain things were hardwired into their genetics and nervous system. Find a mate. Have sex. Provide for your children. No, for gods sake it was way to early to think of such things! His father, having spent many years in an unhappy marriage, had told him the same thing over and over;

"Never get married."
"Never fall in love."
"Don't ever get a woman pregnant."
"Have 30 girlfriends at once, and always wear a fucking condom."
"Because once you get married, and start having to take care of kids, you are stuck."

Such had been his way of thinking ever since then. He never once married, and never once had any children. He had always thought they were a liability, an unwanted expense. Could he even have children with her? She was human enough, just a little furry and powerful?

He shook his head twice, and scowled down at his license plate on the back of his vehicle. "What the hell am I doing?" He asked it rhetorically, whispering, making sure he was alone in the repair bay. He was a stranded motorist. She was a skilled mechanic. She could have literally any male at all that showed her interest. The males of her race were likewise huge between thier legs. She wouldn't be interested in him. He just set his jaw, and focused on fixing his Humvee.

It wouldn't be an easy fix at all. The more he thought of it, the worse his conclusions got. Just when he was good and distracted, he could hear Sandra's lovely, husky silken voice murmur behind him that her bathroom was ready for him. He felt his manhood stiffen in his shorts again, he gave a frustrated sigh. It was getting late, and he could see it getting darker outside. His muscles were stiff from driving all day. He likewise stank from sweat and dust. He could do with a hot shower...

He looked once to his Hummer, and then to Sandra. He grabbed a duffel bag from his sleep area, which contained a fresh set of clothes, and his toiletries, and nodded. "Thank you." He murmured to her as he passed.

Her bathroom, like the rest of her things, was neat and immaculate. He immediately dropped his duffel bag on a nearby counter, and rummaged through it. Producing a towel, and his body wash and shampoo bottles.

Marcus thought to look at the stack of magazines on her toilet after he had used it, grabbing the stack, only to top dead in his tracks as he thumbed through them, firs finding the porno magazines, all of them containing women. His heart broke, thinking she might be only interested in other females. "That's just about my luck I guess." he murmured, until he found the mares for gents mag.

Inside of it were statuesque female human/mare hybrids, all of them muscular yet feminine, and doing all manner of lewd things with human males... His mind immediately went to the gutter. He locked the bathroom door, and turned on the shower, to let the water heat up. He put the magazine on the counter, open to a gorgeous centerfold of a big breasted hybrid woman, as if she was holding out her exquisite breasts to the viewer. Marcus stripped off his clothing, and gripped his erect cock, pulling it a few times, imagining himself with the woman in the centerfold. Yet try as he might, he kept thinking of Sandra...

"Fuck it..." He murmured, as he neatly arranged the magazines exactly as he found them. "...Sandra is far hotter than any of the women in this magazine." He said in a frustrated tone to the mirror. Resigned, he stepped into the shower, and drew the curtain closed. Letting the hot water soothe the soreness out of his well defined muscles, he closed his eyes, and gripped his cock, stroking it gently, completely unaware of anything else but his own fantasies of the beautiful mare woman outside, in the tight fitting clothing, and skimpy skirt.

 

[Esmeraldine]

Seeking not to bother him anymore, Sandra smiled and nodded to him. "No rush, it's just a shower." Turning away from him, her hooves clacked loudly against immaculate floor as she headed toward her office, just beside the shower, her thick rump seeming to dance back and forth in harsh jabs, the skirt bouncing back and forth along with her. He would've noticed how at mid point of each step, her butt would stick out ever so much toward him, as if she were doing it on purpose or something. But it was just the way she walked.

As she settled in her office taking a swig of a beer, she leaned back in her seat and thought about her life. Sandra had come from a fine family for her kind, a middle class family that could afford to give her a decent life to begin. It was more than most furs had, and she recalled the way her family saved up to send her to private school, so she'd meet a handsome stallion of a wealthier family and eventually get them into a better position. Her parents said it was for the benefit of her future, but at the time, young Sandra didn't see it that way. No... she thought it was a selfish thing on their part, that they just wanted to get into the pockets of one of these more well to do families.

Since that was the case, these boys would get to have sex with her, but when it came time to commit, Sandra turned them down. Needless to say, she became a hot topic at her private school, as the boys seemed to treasure her for the reason that she was so hard to get. An object to be won. And she hated it, every time one of those guys stood up for her, it was just to advance their own goals.

So the moment she graduated, she left her family behind, breaking contact with them and landing herself as just a helper at some random mechanic shop in need of muscle, for if there was thing she had with little education, it was her natural fortitude. It was also when she realized, after looking on to the goings on of the mechanic shop, that she didn't just want to be the lugger… she wanted to be the one fixing things.

The sudden rush of water caught her attention, as it was odd to her that she was hearing the shower pretty clearly. "Hm?" Looking toward the wall that separated her from him, she looked about, thinking there might've been some leak somewhere. But what she found was worse... a hole, right at a lower eye level. "How'd that get there?" she mumbled lowly to herself, as it was too low for her to be of much use. It also didn't make any sense if she made it, it looked manmade. "Son of a bitch..." she uttered lowly through grinding teeth. "Sven..."

Coming off her chair, she got down her hands and knees to be able to access the whole, to make sure the damage wasn't severe. She knew he kept her on a short leash but... sabotaging the building too? That asshole! But as she gazed through the hole, she saw it went straight through the wall and straight to... "Oh..." Sandra whispered to herself as she had a clear view of this human man's hardened dick, as he stroked it just a couple feet from where her eye sat. The way the hole was cut, it would've been difficult for him in the shower to notice, let alone Sandra noticing it at all. But... rather than do anything, the mare just watched, a blush forming over her cheek, and a soft smacking of her lips.

 

[Pazzo]

He stood with hes left arm and head resting against the wall, letting the steam from the hot water fill his senses, as it washed over him. There was just something about a nice hot shower that cleared the mind, and relaxed the body. Marcus had seen that Sandra had a wall mounted industrial tankless water heater installed in the repair area, meaning he could shower forever, and not run out of hot water.

He did not worry about the water bill in the slightest. She likely had a well on the premises somewhere given the remote location of this gas station. Even if somehow she had managed a connection to the city way out here, he could just make a few phone calls and pay her water bill himself. Anyways, that was the last thing on his mind.

Marcus Imagined the beautiful mare woman lying back in her office chair, relaxing. He then thought of her leaning back, and pulling up her impossibly short skirt, revealing that thin black lace g string her had already seen several times today. So much frustration caused by such a thin, minuscule piece of fabric. He imagined it being slick, sodden with her womanly juices, and glistening in the lights mounted in the ceiling. He gripped his throbbing, fully erect eight inch cock just a little tighter, as his sudsy hand slinked over his veiny traced shaft.

He thought of her moving those panties to the side as she spread her sumptuous, toned thighs, as tendrils of her wettness clung to the triangle of fabric, as she tucked the rear string around one of her magnificent ass cheeks. Her womanhood fully exposed. Marcus stroked his cock a little harder, right in front of that hidden peephole, completely unaware. He imagined Sandra's honeypot to have a large, black skinned labia, with a delicate pink inside, and a bulbous, throbbing pink clitoris nestled under a thin hood of ebony skin. He watched in his imagination, as the hot beyond hot hybrid woman rested one of her highly polished, platform heel like hoof on her desk, spreading her legs wider, and started to roll her clitoris in her fingers, tossing her hair and mane back as she arched, moaning in pleasure as she played with herself.

Marcus imagined her powerful muscles clenching, as her glorious genitalia gushed and flowed like a fountain, spraying over everything as she came upon her fingers, crying up to the ceiling...

He felt a hot wave of pleasure rip up his spine, as he testicles tightened, raising them closer to his pelvic wall. He stroked even harder, and a cry of release hit him to his core. Thick streams of hot, frothy seed sprang forth, splattering upon the wall as his gametes emptied themselves to a hot fantasy of the mare woman masturbating in her office... "Sandra!..." He murmured at a medium volume, trying to be as quiet as possible...

One stray stream shot directly into the hole that Sven had drilled to spy on Sandra, hitting her right on her lower lip, where it warmed her skin, almost sizzling...

 

[Esmeraldine]

Despite the fact that she was right now spying on her customer, who had put his trust in her, Sandra couldn't look away. A rare glimpse into what men did while no one was watching... or rather thought no one was watching. Frankly, the mare was curious not only about that in general, but humans as well. Sven was a piece of shit, so he didn't even count as an insect, but him...

Okay so she'd been filled with larger cocks before, but they hadn't done anything for her. All she remembered was them stretching her out, and her tightness causing them to finish only a few strokes in. Perhaps her huge pussy was actually kind of small for her kind... but she wasn't going to judge herself based on that. Nothing about her past prevented her from keeping her eye on him, observing how he stroked his attractive human member, the way the veins seemed to crawl and jitter about it.

The mare couldn't help but to feel hot between her legs, slowly slipping a hand down there to peek up under her skirt and proceed to nudge at her hidden devices. As he stroked more toward the head, she countered with a prodding of her ever fuller clit, the pink coloured, fleshy nub prodding out from its hood as if awoken too soon. Then, to match him as he went down, she slid two fingers along the outer reaches of her pelvic lips, pushing against them ever so much to get a satisfying slight squish of the mighty coverings.

Sandra could only imagine how excited he must have felt... and wondered which of those mares did it for him. She figured he'd go for Erin, that wiley young mare, a real success story and quite the prolific model. Hell, a good quarter of the pics were just spreads of her, spreading, roleplaying, and generally getting fucked. But all along, she sort of regretted that she hadn't pursued a similar career, to show off her impressive body for all to see and enjoy. A bit of jealousy came over her... she wished Marcus jacked off to her.

As her mind was in the clouds, her pussy had already grown wet, slick with the thick equine lube that would leave her entrance looking like a real mess after being used. And as that happened, she heard him groan, her eye located right in the path of the pulsing monster. Sandra barely had time to raise her head before he splashed her lips with his seed, right through the hole.

The hot sperm that slipped within her maw rapidly gave its taste to her buds, and she couldn't help but lap it up, savoring his particular flavor, but also the scent of his musk that got caught in her nostrils. Not to mention the mare perked up as she heard it, clear as day, her name. "Marcus..." Sandra uttered lowly beneath his breath, a red flush coming over her long cheeks. So... it was her... all of that show... for her... because of her....

The mare couldn't help but get even more excited than she already was, even without the need to pleasure herself. Just the thought heated her up and it caused her to ponder on what to do when he inevitably came in. Stroking her long, furry chin, the horse woman came up with a rather sly, if forward, plan. Peering around the office, she got excited enough to risk offending him, if it meant she could get a little poke at him.

So as he would be drying off and dressing himself undoubtedly, Sandra rapidly found a step stool that could bring him up to her height, lining him as close behind her as it could. Setting it up behind herself in a blatantly obvious position, she set herself leaning over her desk, pretty much bent over it, compiling some papers that had little meaning in the current context. This would also hide her red face, as she felt excited to see how he would react...

 

[Pazzo]

He quickly finished in the shower, soaping up really well, and then rinsing off. He toweled his cut and defined muscles dry, with them rippling under his taught, dark skin.
Markus fished around in his duffel bag, and donned a fresh pair of comfortable cargo shorts, and a T shirt with ripped out sleeves. He wasn't so much worried about showing off his athletic body, but more worried about being comfortable and relaxed, He had no where he really had to be, and no one he had to impress.

He tossed his dirty clothing into a special mesh compartment on the outside of the gym bag, and tossed its strap over his shoulder.

He opened the bathroom door, still drying his beard and hair with the towel. His hormones satiated, he went around to her office, to thank her again before retiring for the night.
Of course, when the marine entered, and saw her effectively bent over her desk, arching her back, with her glorious ass on full display under her short skirt, His arousal mounted yet again. His cock thundered to life in his pants, bulging out and straining against his clean underwear, throbbing with need. He was anything and everything but offended by this tantalizing display.

Her legs were shoulder width apart, giving off a superb view of her black lace panties, pilled up tight, to adhere to her sopping womanhood, clearly outlining her sex. Her musk was present, but he didn't find her scent offensive in the slightest. It smelled lusty, as if she were ready for him, and waiting.
Markus then saw the stool positioned strategically behind her, as if an open invitation. If her were to stand on it behind her, his pelvis would be at just the right height to penetrate her.
His jaw went slack as he thought of her soft furred body pressing up against him.

The pathways in his brain, placed there by design, present since the first humans walked the earth, came to life. They fired in rapid succession, seeing the mare woman as a desirable mate, what with her wide hips, skinny waist, and large breasts that defied gravity. They likewise fired off in the manner that she was a female, making him want to take her as his own and protect and provide for her, but as powerful as she was, she could likely protect herself. Muscles and curves, yet no, his penis was not confused in the slightest.

Marcus was no coward on any battlefield, against any enemy. Yet here, he was slightly afraid. Despite the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, he made the first move. Damn the consequences.

"Sandra..." He murmured, low and deep. "...I found some magazines in your bathroom. They have me aroused, in full force." He said to her, gently, and admired the view of her glistening panties. "...From what I can see, and smell, your are more than a little aroused yourself. It would be nothing short of a crime to let such a gorgeous woman go to bed alone, and frustrated."

His words were direct, and confident. He looked around in her office, and spied an oversized sofa on the adjacent wall to the repair bays.

"...I'm more than willing. Please lie back on that sofa for me. Spread your legs, and reveal your womanhood, My mouth, fingers, and tongue will take care of the rest. "

 

[Esmeraldine]

While she could still hear him vaguely through the wall, she couldn't see him nor determine exactly what he was doing. And Sandra started to grow impatient, perhaps not realizing how long a beard had to be dried, ironically as her long hair and furry body took its own long time as well. But the emotions she felt, the imagine of his dick shooting his hot spunk toward her, was still ingrained in her consciousness.

So when she heard his steps coming, she realized she had slacked a bit, and immediately set herself erect, her poorly covered ass prodding out straight at him, purposely offering him a very nice, direct view of what she had to offer. "Mhn, you have? Must have been left there by a previous customer," she lied, with a smile on her face. She felt it might be fun to toy with him for awhile, and she emphasized that as she slowly swayed her hips from one side to another, giving a slight gyration to it as well, all of it subtle enough to pass as a common, self-distracting motion. "Oh have they? Is that what that sound was? These walls are thin you know."

Sandra thought to embarrass him enough that he might break down, in a fun way, but then he started to talk her out. It sort of frustrated her as it ruined her fun, but she didn't reply. "Hm? What are you talking about?" She kept 'writing', it was more like scribbling randomly on the paper, and her hips shifted a bit faster. Though he kept talking and revealed his wants and his plan, but that wasn't good enough for her. The mare had gone through all this trouble and he was just going to go the... nice guy route? Perhaps some of Sven's disgusting sentiments rubbed off on her, but right now... she needed a good, hard fucking, and what he planned wasn't going to do it. It seemed she had to show some force.

As he finished his plea, she stopped moving around and turned her long head to peer over her should, so he could see her somewhat frustrated expression. "Really? The sofa? You want to tease me more than you already have?" Course she wasn't entirely aware of how much he had admired of her already, practically since they met, but she also wasn't backing down. "I guess I just did this for my own amusement." Going back to her 'work' she wondered how he would respond. It was a gamble really, her tone had certainly come off as somewhat angry, but of course, if she chased him away, she would be quite sad. Still... she hoped that this tough guy would at least show how tough he was.

 

[Pazzo]

Marcus's eyes narrowed as he watched her look at him over her well defined, bare shoulders, hidden only by the straps of her top. That was not one of the possible responses that he expected.
He had never been with a hybrid female before, only full human women, and each and every one of them had gasped at the size of his cock, and its girth, concerned that their private parts might not be able to take him, and so he developed a habit of giving any aroused female that came to him oral sex first, hitting that delicious little rough spot behind their pubic bones, whilst humming upon their clits.
They usually released rather quickly from his ministrations, filling up their vessel's with their own slippery nectar, ensuring a smooth, less painful insertion.

This woman however, was rather large, if well proportioned. She also looked to be rather aroused already, with her panties visibly damp enough already, as her thick nectar dripped down to the floor, to form a puddle just before the stool she had placed.

Markus shrugged, "Old habits die hard I suppose." he thought to himself. He reviewed the situation in his mind, his thoughts lightning quick. She had placed a stool behind her, as she bent over her desk. Her panties were heavily sodden, and her arousal and pheromones were apparent.

She either wanted to be fucked, to achieve sexual release, or she had googled him earlier, saw his name, and of all of the money he had won. It was possible she was baiting him into an actionable position, one where she could claim rape, and then take him to court, and clean him out.

Many such women had tried that before in the past, and all of them had failed miserably. He still couldn't quite read this mare, but the mystery is what made it rather exciting. He had programmed a macro function on his mobile phone, that with the press of two buttons on its phone, it would start recording video and audio, with no outside indication of what it was doing. It would serve as a fail safe should she had any adverse intent. Should she prove genuine however, he could just delete it.

Marcus set his heavy wallet, keys, multitool, pocket knife, pocket flashlight, and phone on the table in a small pile. He had pressed the two buttons just as he held it, making no obvious movements to tip her off. The device sat upright, facing the lusty mare on account of the attachment on its backside.
Marcus then approached her, and stood upon the stool, dropping his pants with one deft motion of his hands, revealing his eight inches of throbbing meat.

Sandra's muff looked large and delicious, but perhaps if he gave her what she wanted, she would let him lick her down there later. He looped one of his powerful hands around her damp, dripping lace g string, and pulled it aside, securing it around her sumptuous right asscheek.

Her womanhood was beautiful to say the least, dripping generously. He did not wait any longer. Just standing behind her like this, it felt dangerous, as Sandra could unleash one of those devastating mule kicks... That threat just made her sexier, she could, but hopefully she wouldn't.

He gripped his meaty erection with one hand, and the base of Sandra's well groomed, silky tail, and pulled her back onto him, as he thrust his hips forward, as he slid within her easily.

She felt amazing, hot and slick, with a roomy fell as her muscles still gripped him tightly.

He moved his hips to and fro, slamming into her balls deep with each thrust, filling the room with the sounds of his flesh smacking against her lovely, softly furred ass.

Marcus tightened his grip upon her tail, holding on for dear life as he rammed into her...

 

[Esmeraldine]

At first, nothing happened. It was as if he was stunned or something. Was he... not as interested in her as she thought he was? Humans had a tendency to wish for things they really didn't want, but for once, she thought that maybe... just maybe... she might be right about emotions. Just this once. What was taking him so long to decide? If he wasn't interested, he could just leave, but if he was... he should've been doing her already!

Sandra avoided looking back for any reason, as if she was being moody now that he hadn't just surprise pussy fucked her out of nowhere. Which frankly, she sorta wanted... to be lusted over to the point of just being used. It's not like it was against her will, not at all! It'd been so lonely for so long here... and Sven just drove her to desire a real man.

So when her long ears suddenly flickered upward at the sound of metallic items being set somewhere behind her, she grew curious. Should she look? Was it worth it? No... she didn't want to risk it. She'd taken her stance and she needed to stick by it. Only when he upholds his part would she break down the wall.

And soon enough, she heard his footsteps, and the slight creak of the stool, and the moving of her skirt as well. The moment he touched her, her tail seemed to shift out of the way for him, the long, brush-like bristles sliding lustfully across his arm as it then lay over the side of her ass, safely out of the way so nothing would impeded him, short of that silly little wet thong. Though even that didn't last, as slipping it against her ass cheek, the thick equine lube practically made it stick there by itself, only slight sliding impeding it from remaining totally stationary.

There was no need to brace at all for her, for in this stance, her legs were practically immobile. She could probably take a direct hit from a sedan and the sand and dirt beneath her hooves would give way before her legs did. So, as a result, when he finally did slam into her, her body didn't move. It stood firmly still before him, so he could play as deep as he could reach, each and every time, while encompassing her utter strength.

"Mhnnn… mmhnnn…" Sandra's moans were somewhat lowkey, at first anyway, as that cavern of a pussy gave him plenty of room to maneuver. Her fluids already soaked the entirety of his thrusting cock, the harsh slurps and splashes of that thick equine juice layering his dick with a semi-transparent coat of pussy fluids, so slick that his cock basically glided any time it moved. Not to mention, it left her large muff a complete mess, her own visible lube splashing and sticking to her luscious dark lips.

But when she pressed down on him, her walls seemingly collapsing somewhat, the pressure he could feel on his cock, while not from direct touching, was thoroughly rugged, as it pressing down quite hard. At the same time, his veiny shaft would start to ram into a particularly solid spot of flesh, and the equine woman went wild. "OOOHHNN!! NNEEENNNN!!! NNEEIIGHGNNN!!!!" Each time he shot his dick head right into that money spot, her humanoidal screams deteriorated into more and more feral shrieks. To the point her entire body started to rumble, a fact that she'd never experienced before with her own kind.

 

[Pazzo]

He felt her hot vagina start to quiver around his flesh as it squeezed him, not from being tight, as she was quite roomy. It was more of a tightness from sheer muscle power down there, and true to her lineage, this woman had stength and power to spare.

He gripped her skinny waist, her back muscles clenching underneath her downy soft furred skin, as her thighs rumbled against his legs. He could see her massive breasts straining in her top, jiggling back and forth with each of her movements. Her top was damp, and dark with sweat.

Marcus watched as her perfectly toned, athletic body began shaking as what promised to be a powerful ogasm started to appear. The thought that this was actually happening, that he was fucking such a high quality woman, and that she was aroused and wanted him, was erotic in the extreme.

He jerked his head back as his hips slammed into hers with each thrust, heefilng her back up against him, wanting him deeper inside of her. He felt a tiny bolt of pleasure tear away from his sex, and shoot up his spine, as a tiny squirt of precum shot gently from him. His balls the tightened and rose up closer to his pelvic wall.

His own orgasm was imminent.
He sought to help her along by reaching around her shaking hips with one of his powerfully muscled arms, and gripped her spasming, thickly coated marble sized clitoris with the pads of his fingers.

Marc rolled her bundle of nerves around in his fingers, caressing it for her, stroking it as he slammed himself as deep into her as he was able, his balls slapping her dark lips each time.

He felt his own pleasure brewing, a hot boiling sea of ecstasy that he just wanted to drown himself in, and never come back. He gripped her clit tighly, squeezing and stroking it in time with each of thier movements. He then heard her start to cry out.
"Yes!" He gasped to her "...cum Sandra, cum with me....."