Gift Horse

Anton plunged his hands into the bucket, the dragon wincing slightly as the ice cold water made a shiver run through his whole body. He had only recently moved out into the countryside, still slightly getting used to the lack of some modern luxuries, like warm water without the need to fire up a wood-burning water heater. Still, he thoroughly enjoyed the new scenery, it was all exactly what his soul had been screaming for, he just hadn't realised it before. It was only after coming into a good chunk of money and a series of lucky investments that he decided to give country life a try, almost instantly falling in love with it and buying a small farm for himself. He was rather young to retire and disappear into the woodlands, only recently turning 27, but Anton had always been a bit different from most other people. He scrubbed at his hands, pulling them out of the pail and giving them a few shakes, the burgundy scales glinting and shimmering gently in the sunlight, the dragon drying them up on his shirt. He walked towards the stables, picking up a bag of feed and heaving it onto his shoulder before stepping into the building. He could hear some gentle whinnying coming from the first pen, the only one currently occupied, Anton only having bought one horse so far, but what a horse she was! 

He rounded the corner and smiled as Lyda came into view, the mare's chocolate brown coat and silky long blonde mane as breathtaking as the first time he first saw her. She was practically given to Anton by a friend, the girl needing a good home as the friend's stables were getting crowded. She didn't have the best lineage for racing, but the dragon didn't particularly care about that, more than happy to pay the miniscule amount of money to take her home with him. She snorted and shook her head, pushing her muzzle out from the pen to push up against his hand, Anton laughing as he patted her, 
"You're getting hungry, huh? Don't worry, I didn't forget about your dinner, here you go girl."
He poured some feed into her trough, the mare eagerly lowering her head to munch on it. He slipped into the pen with her, taking a brush and giving some love to her coat, the horse gently pushing up against his scratching while still busy stuffing her mouth. As the dragon was brushing her flank, he could see flashes of pink under her tail every now and then, a slight grin on his face as he tried to just focus on cleaning her. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have any lewd motives when he bought the mare, the idea of playing around with a horse being a longtime fantasy of his. He grabbed a saddle and strapped it down onto Lyda, prepping her up for a bit of afternoon riding just as she finished up with her meal. 

The sun was shining down beautifully from a spotless blue sky, the verdant fields and forests humming with spring life. Anton and Lyda had rode about halfway through the usual route they took, a scenic dirt path snaking its way through the forest surrounding the dragon's lands. He could hear his stomach grumbling as they were trotting past a small clearing, Anton gently pulling on the reins to slow the horse down and steer her towards the small field. The two came to a stop at the edge of the clearing, the dragon hopping down and opening up a small saddlebag, pulling out a sandwich and a thermos of tea. He sat down in the shade against a large tree, pouring himself a cup of tea and taking a bite out of the sandwich. Lyda strolled up next to him, giving a small snort before lying down, laying her head on the dragon's lap. He smiled as he gently patted and scratched her, enjoying the scenery as he finished his meal. He sighed as he leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes and just focusing on Lyda's slow breathing. He could feel her powerful and hot breaths washing over his crotch, soon finding his pants getting just a tad too tight for his liking. He scanned the horizon, watching for any movement anywhere nearby, seeing only a few birds fluttering around. With his privacy secured, Anton reached down to unbutton his pants, sighing gently as he pulled out his cock, the breeze feeling like heaven after the tight confines of his underwear. Lyda was immediately interested, her nostrils flaring up as she lifted her head, her eyes focusing on his rod. He grabbed his dick with one hand, putting his other hand on top of her head, and guided his length into the mare's maw, letting out a long groan as his cock was enveloped by the wet warmth of her mouth. Her soft lips bumped up against his base as her tongue wrapped around his shaft, gently stroking it as squirts of precum splashed on the back of her throat. Anton leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the steed's muzzle, slowly thrusting his hips up into her mouth. Saliva dripped down his balls as he grunted and huffed, her strong tongue massaging his shaft while she sucked and gulped. It wasn't long until the dragon opened his jaws in a loud moan, ropes of cum painting Lyda's maw white as his dick throbbed and pulsed, her throat entirely coated in the sticky mess. She dutifully swallowed the load down her gullet, suckling on him the whole time, his hands grabbing at her reins tight, pulling her head down as he huffed. 

Anton pulled his length out of the horse's mouth, panting hard, his dick still hard even after cumming. Life on the farm was usually rather lonely, but thankfully Lyda was always more than happy to help whenever he was getting pent up. The dragon got back up onto his feet, steadying himself against the tree as she likewise stood up, snorting and huffing cheerfully, the brown fur on her muzzle stained with a few streaks of white. He walked around to her backside, gently lifting up her tail to get a good view of the goods: a puffy and delicious donut sitting right above a winking and wet equine pussy, wafts of strong but alluring scent hitting him in the face. It was obvious she was at least as needy as he was, and luckily for her Anton didn't mind a little stable work. He stuck his muzzle directly into her asshole, pushing his long tongue in, moaning as he rimmed the horse. At the same time, he ran a few of his fingers down her slit, teasing her for a moment before pushing in, shoving his entire fist into her cunt with a wet squishing noise. Lyda whinnied and stomped one of her front hooves on the ground, her wet walls clamping down on his hand as he pushed it deeper and deeper, soon finding his elbow entering her hot canal. Anton closed his eyes and just focused on her, his maw working on her tailhole while his hand furiously thrust in and out. She let out one last loud neigh before both her asshole and pussy clenched down tight, his whole front getting soaked as waves of her juices gushed out of her slit, the warm and slick elixir covering him entirely from the chest down. He pulled both his muzzle and his fist out of the mare, huffing in the intoxicating scent and stroking his dick, the juices working as perfect lube. Hungering to unload inside of her, the dragon led her to a small rock next to the tree, hopping up on it to get some height, his crotch on the perfect level with her cunt. Without any more delays, he slipped his cock in her, the pair both still extremely sensitive from their recent orgasms, huffing and panting in unison. Lyda backed up against him, grinding her behind on him as her walls squeezed down to create a surprisingly tight hole for him to fuck, his hands patting and stroking her flank, smearing her juices all over her fur. He bucked into her with full force, his balls slapping against her as he moaned and groaned, muttering how much he loves her under his breath as he could feel his second orgasm coming close. He collapsed on top of her as his knees buckled and bent, hugging her behind as his head rested on her back, his dick thrust in as far as he could, the mare's honey running down his thighs as he pumped another full load into her. He yanked his shaft out, covered in both his and her bodily fluids, Lyda's cunt leaking out heavy drips of cum every time she winked. Her whole backside was coated and covered in her pussy juices, with globs and splotches of sperm sprinkled here and there. Anton hopped down from the rock and walked to her front, scratching her as he gathered his breath. Before the duo continued their ride, he made sure to give her a helping of treats he had stashed in the saddlebag.