Love conquers all

Heavy hoof steps thunder through the poorly moon lit foliage in the forest, three riders swiftly making their way on their noble steeds towards their safe haven. The many flashes of light falling through the leaves above their heads reveals three wolf men with symbols painted all over their bodies, wearing only loincloths. The rider up front is apparently the leader, wearing a few very fancy feathers in his wild manes. Slightly damp with sweat, the muscles under the riding animals' skin bulge in stress and release briefly again every so many times in a matter of seconds as they run, giving any onlooker a beautiful cascade of light over their fur.
Soon the three men arrive at their tribe, the collection of large huts somewhat sheltered in the dark shade of a mountain side. Guards try to block their passage but soon see who they are, letting them pass and bowing deeply for the front rider. Halting in the middle of the tribal village, the leader gives a few last orders to the two other wolf men and then says his goodbyes, riding up to his own much larger hut on top of a smooth little hill. Dismounting his horse, he pats the feral animal's back and leads it inside his home.
The horse knows this place very well, being raised and trained here ever since she was born. Immediately she steps to the large collections of hides around the dormant fire in the middle of the hut and lays herself down, her rider tossing a few woodblocks on the cinders and trying to get a fire going. He's tall, muscular and very obviously a skilled warrior, not too young but certainly not old yet. His name is Björn, named after one of his ancestors who had started this tribe. A cinder catches on to the dry grass he stacks all over and between the woodblocks, starting a small burn.
Smiling, Björn looks up at his riding horse, his precious girl. Something very important of notice about this tribe's culture is that these people see and respect domesticated feral animals in the same fashion as if they were anthro. The mare that the chief possesses is white with gray spot patterns all over her fur, and they were married before the shaman who speaks to the many gods of the land, who had blessed and sanctified their union. It may seem odd that even though they hold these believes, that they still ride horses, milk cows and keep sheep for wool, but fact is that they deeply care for these animals and keep them as happy as they could be. It's a collaboration, the anthros keep the animals safe, fed and happy and the animals provide things the anthros need like food, clothing and transport. No domesticated feral animal is ever eaten in this tribe.
The mare blinks her eyes and looks at her wolf lover with a deep tender passion which is so obvious in her look and posture. Since the tribal people are primitive, they ride their horses bareback and the horses don't have the discomfort of having to wear gear. Björn makes sure the fire won't die out and then playfully starts crawling towards his horse named Freyja, after the fertility goddess. He had given her this name in the hopes that the gods would bless them even more by making them able to produce offspring. Freyja blinks a few times again, and whinnies softly, knowing her husband's playful games full well as he pretends to stalk up to her like a predator. The tribal wolf chief wiggles his butt in the air, barely clad by the loincloth and his fluffy tail swiping left and right, and then he pounces onto his equine lover, gently nibbling her big butt cheeks and covering her backside with kisses.
Björn already feels the excitement his mate never ceases to arouse in him, even after a few years of marriage, his loincloth being pushed forward and then out of the way. His throbbing pink humanoid penis is leaking and points firmly upwards at Freyja, her nostrils flare as she senses his scent, neighing softly again and nudging slightly into her husband. With much tenderness and care, Björn slides the palms of his clawed hands over her slightly sweaty back, feeling the texture of her soft but strong fur slide against his paw pads. In this process of leaning forward, his throbbing penis makes contact with her fur as well and grazes over her buttock, leaving a sticky trail as it travels upwards.
Freyja, still lying on her side and closing her eyes a bit, looks very content and pleased by her lover's administrations, feeling her entrance already becoming moist and softly winking under her tail. Kissing and licking and tasting her sweaty essence, the wolf male mounts her back, rubbing his erection all over her form as he slides forward towards her head. He takes her jaw into his hands and turns her head towards his face, placing a few kisses on her nose and muzzle before she opens her 
mouth and returns the kisses with soft nibbles. Björn feels truly blessed at moments like these, his cock oozing precum heavily as it drops down and seeps into the mare's fur. Softly wriggling, the wolf man's canine tongue strokes over her teeth and tongue, tasting her equine saliva as it slides as deeply into her mouth as possible.
Even though this is not something most animals do, Freyja has learned over the course of the years that her anthro mate likes this and slips her tongue into his mouth as well, which he eagerly suckles. After kissing for a while, Björn can't control himself any longer and lowers himself down her body, kissing his way down her large belly and between her legs as he briefly 
suckles the nipples on her teats. The female horse shifts her hind leg and raises her tail, her husband arriving at her rear and treated with the sight of the most beautiful black leathery horse pussy he ever knew. Murmuring, Björn lifts his shaky fingers towards her beastly womanhood and gently strokes the plump lips of her slit, parting them to view the moist pink inside.
Stroking and prodding, his fingers slip deeply into Freyja's vagina, easily followed by his hand which he balls to a fist before starting a slow fucking rhythm with it, pleasing his girl with a size his own penis never could accomplish. Whilst fist fucking his gorgeous feral mare wife, he strokes his own erection vigorously and spills the continuously oozing precum lubricant all over her leg and his own crotch. Deciding it's time for a late night snack, the wolf male withdraws his arm from his equine lover's pussy and presses his muzzle against the fat rubbery slick lips of Freyja's beastly cunt. Hungrily Björn starts lapping, his broad wolf tongue working as it prods between the two delicate if not very large petals of his feral equine wife's flower, sliding over the slit and sucking in her tasty juices. Tracing her slit, Björn feasts onto his lover whilst Freyja neighs and whinnies audibly in pleasure, her pretty black pussy winking against her husband's tongue and flashing him the pink inside.
Murmuring and moving up to hug his mate's big rear again, Björn just smiles at her pleasure-ridden expression and slides his penis into her cleft, softly moving it up and down along her slit before finally pressing inwards. With a slight push, his humanoid cockhead pops inside Freyja's moist hotness and immediately the wolf chief sinks balls deep inside the horse. Softly whispering loving and encouraging words, Björn starts to slip his penis in and out, thrusting his hips into her impressive rear and building up speed gradually. Her equine vagina feels as good and as divine as it did many years ago when he first entered her in front of the whole tribe, being cheered on at their marriage ceremony. She had been decorated with many colorful flowers in the spring and had been originally gifted to him as a peace offering from a neighboring feline tribe, also one with an animal loving culture. In return, they had offered them their prized breeding goat, who had bucked many women, men, and other feral animals before.
Björn keeps pumping into his equine lover for the best part of half an hour, just peacefully enjoying the soft wetness of her insides and pleasuring her with his erection. Freyja already had a dreamy look about her but eventually she starts to breathe deeper and to whinny in lust, her pussy dripping and winking. Just like every time they mate, Björn closes his eyes and prays to the gods, begging them to bless him and his feral wife with a child. Feeling his own climax building, the tribal chief starts to pump deeper and faster into her, allowing her to shudder as her orgasm washes over her body, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly and dripping out her womanly juices alongside of his shaft, soaking his furry legs and balls. His testicles churn and pull up in their sac before finally pressing tightly against his body and pumping their live-giving fluids deeply inside the mare.
Panting, Björn keeps his pulsing cock as deeply inside of her as long as possible, nibbling her back and stroking her all over. "Good girl…" he murmurs and then withdraws his erection, followed by a little flush of their mixed bodily fluids. He stands up and walks over to her front, offering his dripping juicy pink cockhead to Freyja which she happily encloses with her feral equine lips. Another thing she had learned was how delicate a humanoid penis is and that they like to have them sucked for some reason. She didn't mind and actually quite enjoys sucking off her anthro husband, tasting his canine semen and her own beastly pussy juices.
Suddenly the fire in the middle of the room blazes up in a column of orange light, bathing the entire hut in a fiery glow. Startled, Björn falls back onto the floor on his ass and tail, pulling a painful face as he watches the huge column of fire lick along the roof of the hut without burning it. Freyja stays fairly calm, just pulling wide eyes as she basks in the sudden wave of warmth, the room feeling like a furnace for a moment. The column of flames then parts like a curtain, very briefly, and a large block of burning wood jumps out of the fire, the flames dying down to their regular size immediately. Hardly believing what he sees, Björn scoots to his feral equine lover again and sits in front of her on his knees, trying to protect her from any possible danger.
The smoldering block of wood then bursts into flame again, a figure forming in the fire and to both Björn's and Freyja's surprise, two fiery orange eyes open up and look at them. The figure grows a steadier form, his orange fiery glow dying down again and the charcoal of the wood crumbles off the creature onto the stone floor around the bonfire. It's a very large frog, a deep green and brown colored one at that too. He seems to smile at both of them, patiently waiting a few moments and just blinking his eyes as he does. Recognizing the frog as a divine intervention, the wolf chief of the tribe still sitting naked on his knees bows down, mumbling a welcome and that he's not worthy of the god's presence.
Without speaking a word, the frog closes his eyes and nods as a token of appreciation, then looks back up at the mare and hops towards her, Freyja being a feral animal herself feels a deep connection with this divine creature. The frog's black eyes just observe her for a moment before his throat inflates with air, producing a string of typical frog-like 'ribbit' sounds. Freyja responds with neighing and snorting, her beautiful large head nudging towards her anthro wolf lover and her own white with gray spots furred body. The frog produces a few more frog-like sounds and then hops onto the kneeling wolf's lap, his eyes observing and inspecting Björn's almost fully deflated penis. Suddenly the little divine creature opens its mouth wide open and engulfs the shiny head of Björn's humanoid cock, his insides strangely cool and pleasant to the touch.
The chief doesn't dare to act against a god and nervously looks at his love, she seems fine with the situation and although monogamy is practically unknown to this culture, they still find it a token of respect to request their mate's permission to have sexual interactions with someone else. The frog gobbles down Björn's shaft and holds still as the little creature is lifted off the wolf chief's lap by the stiffening cock impaling him through the mouth. Once Björn's shaft is fully erect, the frog seems to point at Freyja, the tiny creature may be big for his species, but is still little and barely fits completely around the humanoid penis. Somehow understanding what the god wants, the tribal chief once again positions himself behind his wife and rubs the frog's backside against the sperm-coated pussy lips.
Neighing and whinnying, Freyja feels her lover once again slide slightly inside of her vaginal entrance with the divine frog impaled on his cock, making her lips wink around the amphibious creature as it feels cool to her sensitive pussy. The frog seems to wink and nod one time at Björn, as if telling him to go ahead and after a soft push, the little green animal disappears between Freyja's plump mare lips. She shudders as she feels the cool skin of the frog rub along her slimy hot insides, her anthro husband starting to pump faster into her and groaning in pleasure. The frog is used like a condom, sliding in and out of the much larger beast's pussy until finally both wolf and feral equine lovers’ climax in an orgasm far greater than they've ever had, making both tremble and shake in delightful bliss.
Gulping down the semen the wolf is pumping inside of him, the frog finally allows himself to slide down to just Björn's penis tip, suckling it until every drop is out and making his belly bulge. Then the cool little creature hops and wriggles deeper inside of Freyja, making her whinny and neigh in surprise as she feels him moving deeper inside of her. Her husband comes down from his high and seems to understand that the frog has released his penis to venture deeper with his seed. The thick, white gooey and creamy texture had always been irresistible to his horse lover, so he hoped the god liked it too. Freyja suddenly shoots onto her feet, lowering herself back through her front legs and keeping her rear into the air, whimpering and neighing as she does.
The frog had reached her cervix, her womb's entrance and was trying to pry it open by wriggling inside, making her writhe in both slightly painful and pleasurable internal tickles. Björn sits himself in front of her and pets her cheeks and manes as he whispers her loving words, finally the gods had heard his prayers and decided to bless both him and his feral wife with children… or so he hoped. Suddenly Freyja's lower belly seems to vibrate and a brief flash of light dissipates before their eyes, both falling to the floor as Björn embraces her, both unconscious and peacefully asleep. When they'll wake, the mare will be carrying his children... their children...