Mist plumed in front of Thad's mouth, the thick wool tunic open at the chest, letting in the cool air as he worked, sweating, heaving wood from the storage shed to the porch of the small cabin. His legs worked, hooves crunching over the frosted grass, splayed to adjust for the prominent sheath and sac that swayed beneath him. Kaitlin was more than happy to remain tucked away in the fleshy pouch she now called home, listening to her husband working, the straining of his body around her, and deep

Thad breathed heavily above her, chest rising and falling against her back as the stallion panted, hands bracing against the wooden table, his face and torso out of sight, but Kaitlin didn't need to see to know just what to do. She couldn't talk herself, mouth overflowing, thin sticky strings of effluvia pouring past her lips, caught in her hands, and smeared over her body. Heat and pressure coursed through her, her body on fire, head pounding with the throb of her lover's passionate arousal, an

Thaddeus grunted softly, sweat beading his brow, muscled shoulders working as he pulled the bit of the axe from the trunk of the tree, neat chips falling from the wedge and into the growing pile at the base. Bracing himself on his splay legged stance, he swung again, sinking the head and biting another shower of chips from the wood. Keeping his legs wide, he stepped around for a better angle, heavy weight swaying beneath him, oversized testes bumping his inner thighs, and the overladen pocket of

The world was dark, warm, and humid. A cloying, clinging, contracting press from all directions as the soft, velveteen walls of the inner sheath enveloped Kaitlin on all sides. Blinking in the darkness, she shifted her arms, limbs wrapped comfortably around her midriff beneath her bust, feeling the gradual build of blood pressure within herself. She could hear the inner workings of her stallion's body somewhere behind her, soft groans of his stomach in the early morning, the pulsing thud of his

"That tickles," Kaitlin complained, her face crinkling as the deer fur bristles of Thad's paint brush traced over her forehead, leaving a trail of black ink in its wake.
 
"Oh I'm WELL aware..." the stallion smirked, ignoring her protests as she rested her arms on his foreleg, intent on tracing the letters in his crisp neat lines, "now hold still, or you'll mess me up..." he huffed, trying to ignore the ticklish sensation that he could feel just as much as sh