Page 9 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"I really—"thrust, gasp"—don't care," I answered.
His laugh stuttered and then his hips snapped.
I screamed.
"Talk back. Get rough," he ground out.
My hands slapped back to the hay to brace myself against the sudden slam and slap inside of me, hooves against the floor, and belly heavy on top of me, as he stepped closer and closer to my back, deeper and deeper inside of me. My eyes crossed at the incredible pressure, one hand reaching for my stomach, expecting it to protrude with his outrageous length. Suddenly a rough slap came to the back of my thighs, his balls crashing into me heavily as he settled himself to my ass. The base of his cock was gently furred, a softer texture than the rest of him, and it teased my tautly stretched flesh.
"Fuck. Nice and small," he said, and it should've been praise but it seemed more like a personal congratulations to himself. I whimpered as he slid out, probably a full foot of his length, a shocking amount of time pass as slick flesh dragged inside of me, and I howled as he drove in again. "Just too—" another brutal thrust "—damn—" another, his weight crushing me down into the hay, stealing my breath "—noisy."
Either he was lying about liking me quiet, or he wasnotlying about getting rough for back talk, because he seemed determined to punish me, making me scream and howl with his fucking.
It was rough, impersonal, mind-melting.
It was not going to get me off, though.
I wormed my hand back between my legs, ignoring the hay pricking my cheeks, my throat in my chest, catching my breath as he adjusted his front hooves higher. I buried my squeal behind my teeth as that seemed to hook him inside of me, drawing me up to my tiptoes as he fucked me to the point where I thought I reallycouldfeel the other side of whatever portal magic had been added to my body, and ithurtto have it beaten up by a massive cock.
"Nice little hole," he rasped, balls bruising the back of my thighs. "That's it. That's it, there. You can't squeak and scream when I got you speared on my fat cock like that, can you?"
I could not. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Couldn't think. My hand was moving but my body was numb under the assault, a vague and tiny part of my brain cheering on the oblivion.
"Bet the kid was real fast, wasn't he? Barely got you on before he was shooting off like a rocket. Not me. You're in for it, farm girl. I take the edge off morning and night, and I'm gonna enjoy wearing you like a cock sleeve as long as I can."
I whined, aware of the threat in the words, the way I was already scratched up from hay, bruised and aching from the way he used me.
My fingers fumbled and found my clit, a soft warmth contrasting with the pounding burn of his fucking. I pressed and swirled and tried to focus there. Focus on the catch of his short hair in the back of my shirt, the switch of his tail against my thighs, teasing sweetly.
It was awful and it was amazing, the worst of my daydreams, the fears that thrilled me.
I hovered at the edge of something wonderful, then had it stolen away as I was dragged up off my toes momentarily and then dropped back down again, both of us grunting.
"Fuck, that's good. I'd wear you around the farm like this. Saddle you onto my cock and make all the others watch me fuck your tiny little holes."
I whined, fingers stuttering, body clenching around him. I hated that idea and Ilovedit. Loved the thought of Calvin watching this beast fuck me steadily, roughly, taking control rather than making me crawl over him. That was cruel and I was a little disappointed in myself for it.
Then I thought of the centaur I'd seen on the first day with the black armband. Wondered if he'd want a turn.
I bore down on the cock possessing me once more and then rubbed myself roughly, demanding an orgasm, thinking of the stranger rather than the centaur above me. Of him stealing me away, filling me up immediately with his own cock, taking me somewhere quiet and dark and fucking me until I really was nothing but a throbbing vessel to take his length.
A massive boom seemed to possess me head to toe, a hard clench down and then a sudden outward release, a giant pulse with the weight of a supernova. I screamed unapologetically and shuddered and clamped and marveled at what felt almost likean entire meterof cock inside of me, fluttering over every inch, each one adding to the sensation inside of me.
Nowthatwas magic.
The centaur above me roared and bucked unsteadily, thrusting me into the hay bales, scratching me more, interrupting the pleasure I'd been stealing for myself and scuffing me. Cum exploded into me, another distraction, messy and scorching, taking the filthy moment and making itdirtyinstead. Sticky and gushing and awkward.
I let out a sob as he slowed inside of me, the gentler movement making the discomfort that would remain more obvious.
"Shiiit, farm girl, didn't think you'd go off like that," he gasped. "Damn. Didn't wanna finish. Wish you'd warned me."
He jumped back and drew out of me unceremoniously, hissing as his length hit the dusty ground. A gush of our release—mostly his—rushed down my thighs, and my legs trembled as a dull pounding ache chastised me for my body's rough use.
"Mm. There. Your little boyfriend will get the hint now," the centaur said. "Here's a towel."
It slapped against my back and I remained still for a moment, wanting Advil, wanting water, wantinga kiss. I reached back and pushed myself up enough to glance at the towel. Filthy.Dirty.
I wrinkled my nose and dropped it on the hay bales.
