Thieves never really have 'good' or 'bad' seasons; their fortune is entirely up to them. Failure is due to lack of skill, planning or observation—or in a certain out-of-work infiltrator, distractions. Lack of money leads to lack of preference, of standards—but that's only the surface level explanation as to why a beauty like Ketsueki's slipped into the stables of a traveler's inn deep within the central north of Edo-period Japan. Far form her usual haunts closer to the eponymous city and lucrative coastal settlements, she's drifted with decreasing focus for the past few months. For several weeks, she's not even had the presence of mind to pull off even simple bump and grab jobs, merely stealing food to survive. Never anything specific; her old favorites just don't have the same depth of flavor. Something's lacking...or rather, she's lacking something. Something that hasn't left her mind since it happened months ago, something that replays in her mind every time she drifts off to sleep. The true reason why she's opted to sleep in these horse-filled stables, albeit with little sleep planned.
After the first time, when she crossed the barrier of taboo and indulged with a beast as she had with human lovers in the past, Ketsueki expected to feel shame, or guilt from what she did with that horse. But no shame nor guilt nor sickness arose, no self-loathing or learned rejection. All there was, was the vivid memory. The taste of that stallion's plump hole against her tongue, the warmth of his haunches as her face pressed in, the firmness of his balls…!
She slips into the stables unseen, using no light but what the moon provides through the loose rafters to find her lover for the night. Horses in multiple are seen, but one catches her eye. A little taller than the rest, its neck hanging well above the stall door. Silently she enters, and wordlessly she moves behind the beast, sinking down to clutch her knees to her chest while those crimson eyes turn upward.
There they are, belonging to a different horse but every inch what has filled her dreams. Two fat, swollen orbs drooping under their own weight. Skin thicker than her finger enveloping those virile tanks, mere inches from her quivering hands! Haunches with even greater girth than her first bestial lover, practically begging to be caressed by an eager hand, or a loving cheek. Between those fat horse-cheeks, bared in glimpses past that swishing, silky tail is what causes the raven-haired thief's lips to glisten with held-back drool. Juicy, swollen, and raunchy rests an asshole she outright envies. It's all there, ripe for the taking.
Yet an hour passes with nothing but heavy breathing, bitten lips and tented pants to show for it. Ketsueki's rational mind stubbornly holds her back, presenting arguments of immorality, degeneracy and undefined wrongness in the face of the real thing, not mere memories. As time stretches on however, her inner self's protests grow weak and empty. The fact that some part of her enjoyed the horse enough to overpower the resentment she should feel cannot be shoved aside with such immaterial resistance . Her acceptance comes as a breathy sigh, and she starts peeling off her snug ebony leathers. Leaving nothing but her fashion-forward supportive bra to keep those meaty handfuls in check, and the equally elegant high-waisted panties, Ketsueki stands upright, walking with ginger steps around to the big brown stallion's front. With such peculiar yet fetching attire for the era, she could be the object of desire for many...yet even if she isn't ready to acknowledge it, even her own species doesn't truly interest Ketsueki anymore. Pale cheeks hot with blush and painted purple lips face the persistent brown of the stallion's long face. Those tight panties wedge between her meaty asscheeks thanks to the stiff tent she's pitched up front , only throbbing with more unspoken need now that she's seeing the being she desires, not just what part of him that desire is drawn to.
His legs ripple with lean muscle, and dense brown fur appears so smooth that it's almost skin-like in the dim lighting of the moonlit stall. It's so tempting to touch, to kiss, to lick...and she knows she's capable. There's no reason to hesitate now. Not when her mind pushes her forward, a hand reaches up to caress one side of the equine's lengthy face. The thief's heart flutters in her chest, and she smiles at him, her nervous anticipation obvious to anyone smarter than this big dumb animal her lust burns for. But the slim-thick bombshell doesn't care about anything like that; only appreciating the body this impressive beast has.
To her knees she returns, then on all fours as she crawls between the stallion's front legs. She can feel his belly's heat radiate down, warming her scalp and forcing her to stop and flex her cock just to acknowledge the sheer need she feels. Already, she's debased herself, crawling like an animal beneath a nigh-brainless oaf of an animal. She couldn't ask for a better lover. Why? Because she just looked up.
Even flaccid and sheathed, a length as great as her own looms inches above. She just knows it's big enough to match those hefty balls, but knowing won't cut it. Her thighs pull up as she sits upright, legs splayed to the side and arms gingerly stroking along the horse's hidden member. She can feel him stiffen, hear his snout flare as instinct brings inch after inch of slick, mottled beast-cock out before her eyes.
The danger is extreme. Not from discovery this time, but from her lover himself. He doesn't understand the depth of her lust, only that some pale soft thing is touching him down there. One wrong move and those powerful legs, those meaty hindquarters could tense up and kick…!
But she's always been attracted to the strong types, to counter her grace and agility. Opposites attract, and what's more opposed than human and animal? Besides, she knew she wasn't going to move until they were both satisfied when she saw how that cock slid free. The first time, she ignored her lover's rod entirely, caught between the fear of discovery and her anal fixation. But now? She's got him all to herself, and she is hungry…
No foreplay's needed, nor is any sweet talking. Still, Ketsueki can't help but give the flared tip a lover's kiss before spreading those purple lips wide. The salty taste exhilarates her, and the throbbing size strains her jaw in the best of ways. Just the first few inches fill her cheeks entirely, and there's so much more to go! Fortunately for the stallion, his eager cocksucker is adept at holding her breath. Between her past bedroom endeavors and the need to be as quiet as a ghost, she's trained her lungs well. Lungfuls of horsemusk flood through her nostrils as she goes for broke, relaxing her throat and pushing herself forward, scooting up twice so she can fit more dick in her greedy mouth. It's only when she's got well over eighteen inches in, three-quarters to the base that she pulls her head back.
Quickly at first, but soon slowed by the intense sensation of dick sliding across every inch of her mouth, throat and even stomach. All she tastes is marinaded horsemeat; all that delicious pre dumps right where she wants it to. If she wasn't working against her straining lungs, she could sit here for another hour, just drooling over this stud's pole while her own ten inches leak through silk into a nice little puddle between her juicy thighs. Alas, she isn't the physically perfect cocksucker she wishes to be, so haste spurs her head on. Back and forth, groaning and gurgling through the blend of stretching pain and servile delight Ketsueki works her body, soon starting to bead sweat from the workout of merely pleasuring just one part of such a fine beast as the one stamping his hoof and whinnying softly above her.
If only she could spend as long building him a big load to blow as she did before...alas, her pesky lungs need a break. Defiantly, Ketsueki drives her head forward until the pain threatens to overpower even her masochistic streak, swallowing another five inches even as her eyes water enough to send tears of effort down her cheeks. Then, she lets herself rock back, legs pulling up as her back hits the hay-strewn floor. There's so much cock buried inside of her, she's got to actually pull herself even further back—
Only to hear a snort, a stomp and shifting legs above her as her lover decides he's taking control. The horse steps forward, brutishly jolting his hips forward to shove all those inches back down Ketsueki's gullet. Another harsh thrust physically drags her several inches forward, followed by an impertinent whinny. Hay's strewn in the thief's hair, the subtle mascara framing her eyes leaking down her cheeks in grey rivulets as she scrambles back to her knees. But once she backs enough to try and pull out, the stallion hoists itself up, laying its front legs atop the stall door as it attempts to mount the strange new hole it's buried in.
Ketsueki's degenerate mind is thrust into a roiling sea of bestial need, by a brute that has no care for anything but instinctual release. The strained muscles in her neck, the shadows at the edges of her vision growing with the burning ache of her lungs matter little to a horny animal like the one railing her pretty little throat into a gaping wreck. Most people might claw at their aggressor at this point, or at least keep trying to pull out. Her? She wraps both hands around his sheath, clumsily jerking what part of cock that isn't ramming itself inside that she can. Even as her head is knocked repeatedly against the stall door, she jerks the stallion's cock with all the care she'd give her own if she hadn't already spurted hands-free mere seconds into his sudden aggression.
It's loud, brutal reaming. Whinnies and thumps are joined by agonized gurgles, feminine grunts and brazen snorts part desperation and part indulgence. Breaths of air are squeezed out and sucked in wherever possible—not enough to persist forever, but at least to allow this depraved Japanese beauty to slobber, gurgle and suck her way to what she's enduringly hard for: thick ropes of inhuman cream pouring into her greedy belly. Her stud delivers, with a final, jerky thrust that stretches even her veteran cocksucker's jaw to the very limits as she's made to hilt not just cock, but sheath too. Well over two feet of wrist-thick dick unloads directly into her. The first rope hits like a firehose, felt even in the depths of her intestines. More spews out, heralded by the stallion's stuttering half-thrusts and snorting to match the overwhelmed slut beneath him. She's filled in an instant, but there's so much more he has to give.
Wedged onto the very base of the horse's cock, Ketsueki's able to see how his furry underbelly clenches, and feel every single inch of that distended cock flex, then relax. Those blood-red eyes drift up, looking up at the stallion's belly and imagining further acts of depraved bestiality in her increasingly delirious state of mind. She needs air, she needs to breathe but pulling out seems so wrong…!
Still, she's no use to him knocked out or worse. That spurs Ketsueki to start the agonizing process of dislodging two feet of horsecock from her belly, from her throat and finally, from her aching jaw. She collapses onto the ground, gasping for air almost as loudly as the stud above her was whinnying as he blew his load. Catching her breath on her back, she watches as that limp, looming cock drips down leftover drops of musky jizz. They land on her lips; without hesitating, she licks those purple kissers clean and gulps it all down, satisfaction radiating through her core at the taste.
Once she's managed to steady her breathing, Ketsueki props herself up with one elbow. Her other hand reaches out, holding his softening pole up. The beautiful freak plants a parting kiss on the tip that was probably punching open her intestines minutes before, running her tongue along the first few inches so she can 'clean' it as best she can. So many flavors objectively bitter and pungent cross her tongue, yet none bother her. After all, she's had worse!
Had, and about to have again. She didn't have months of equine fantasies egging her on that first time. But now? Ketsueki's determined to sate these urges, calm her perverse mind and fulfill every demented desire she can with this chestnut-maned beast. Perhaps that resistant, logical part of her thinks if she does all this, she'll be over it? Or maybe she's adapted to being lost in her lusts so well that indulgence is second nature?
It doesn't matter. She's not thinking about any of that as she climbs between the horse's hind legs, cupping his drained balls and playfully grinding her own spent cock against them. Just as his musk stains her panties, so too does hers soak into his swollen cum tanks. After all, she'd love for this animal to remember how good she was, the same way she'll certainly remember him. Maybe if he catches a whiff of her scent, he will?
But she's not going to spend the rest of the night frotting against his balls, as good as that thick skin through silk panties feels against her mushroom tip. She moves her hands up, sinking those musk-soaked digits into his smooth fur and the meaty hindquarters beneath. With eager anticipation at what lies beneath, she uses her nose to shove the stallion's tail out of the way. He obliges, perhaps understanding now that whatever this strange two-legged creature has planned it's probably something good for him. Dark brown hairs swish to the side, baring a hole every bit as beautiful as the fat black donut she spit-shined all those months ago.
Time seems to slow for Ketsueki, her breathing growing more shallow as she hesitates. She doesn't know why; her mind is braced like a runner at the starting line. She knows what draws her in, she's just...not doing it. Her fingers clench, and after several seconds of hesitation she audibly scoffs. She knows she wants this—her damned cock is still hard after having blown its load without a single touch twice because of what she's done already! It must be some stupid part of her, she thinks, so subdued it isn't even conscious. Something that would prefer her to endure the constant distractions, the daydreaming...not anymore. Mustering her willpower, the inner strength needed to decide with her own mind what she wants, Ketsueki's head plunges forward. Human lips once more embrace equine ass, smearing purple lipstick across the dark flesh. It's such a big hole that both her nose and mouth slip into the plush ring—perfect for what she's got planned. She wants to taste this beast's ass, more than anything else she could do with that donut hole. Her lips part, her nose buries itself against the pliant flesh of the stallion's hole and her cheeks grow hollow. She's sucking on that horsey colon harder than she sucked his cock, desperate to taste every inch of velvety flesh that hole has to offer. Foul and degrading it may be—but it's the last thing she needs to complete her indulgence.
She keeps sucking, helping that throbbing hole relax in the wake of her probing tongue while sinking her painted nails into his juicy haunches. This stud's definitely thicker than that first one...in fact, she might even call his ass fat.
At that, her dick twitches, a subtle tingle starting to emanate from tip to base, with her empty balls joining shortly. They pulse each time his asshole winks against her face. A wild thought courses through her mind—too wild for even her to dwell on this time. It joins the plethora of equine desires in the recesses of her mind, buried but far from discarded. Besides, she's not about to do anything to pull away now!
Her mind a sea of pleasured rationalization, Ketsueki falls into a steady rhythm. Suckle and lick, delve her tongue deeper, huff the stench and occasionally snort it up, when her nose isn't buried against the horse's thick rim. But she's so greedy that she's not coming up for air enough, leading her to eventually have no choice but to pull away. She stumbles back with a gasp, lips parted as her horse-soaked saliva splashes out onto her bloated belly and cum-stricken panties beneath. Groaning, the thief coughs, drool welling as her body hurriedly restores itself with 'fresh' air.
A trail of saliva hangs from the corner of her lips, unnoticed by her as she looks up at the glistening horsehole, then down at herself. Sweat beads across her milky flesh, making her glisten in the shafts of moonlight coming through the rafters. She looks almost pregnant, her gut so filled with spunk. She's still as hard as a rock, and naked save for her underwear while shacking up with the horse she all but fucked outright.
She tries to walk forward, but is unsteady. Her lips start to tingle like her groin and asshole, the feeling soon spreading throughout her body. She can't tell if she's just losing her mind or if she's reached her limit. She knows that she wanted it. Badly. She thinks she even liked it! Reaching out to the brown stud's haunches, Ketsueki opts to wipe down his asshole, smearing the sloppy remnants off with her free hand before simply wiping it 'clean' across the right side of her belly, leaving a glossy streak. Leaning against her lover so she doesn't fall, Ketsueki walks around to his front, looking him in the eyes once more.
His long face looms above hers, those eyes holding no discernible emotion, or even desire. He's just a big dumb animal...but that big dumb animal wanted her. Maybe just her mouth as a cumdump, but this wasn't one-sided. She wanted to suck him off, he wanted to cum. She knows that! Even though things got too much for her at the very end, she's still tenting her panties. She still feels her heart flutter as she breathes the stench of barnyard degeneracy in.
Both hands reach out, cupping either side of the stallion's face. Spit-stained cheeks face brown-furred ones, a pale, dainty nose less than an inch from the dark, broad snout of her lover, her fetish. 'It's only natural,' she muses internally, as she closes the distance. Lips connect first, then her tongue darts past them both, flitting against his bulky teeth to taste every inch of the horse's mouth she can reach. It's not a true french kiss, merely the best she can make him manage—but it feels so right, she doesn't care. She doesn't care about anything but kissing this massive stallion like her past lovers. For the night, she's his mate...and with that thought comes a thought as simple as it is insane: If she's sleeping in the same stall as a horse, and pleasuring a horse so thoroughly...why not just live as one?
As the curvy woman pulls back from the kiss, she shivers in excitement. She drops to her knees first, then to all fours. It's an awkward pose for a human, but a necessary ones. Horses don't stand on two legs! Nor do they speak. Looking up at the horse—her fellow horse—Ketsueki makes a noise, something like a giggle and a moan in a laughable attempt at a whinny. She nuzzles her cheek against one of the stallion's hooves, then dips her head down to the hay-strewn floor. She's already eaten more than she needs by far, but a little roughage can't be a bad thing! And the musty, plain taste of hay is a treat compared to a juicy stallion's asshole, if a little rough to swallow.
There's only one thing that could make her feel at home. She clambers clumsily towards the back of the stall. Stretching out on her belly, Ketsueki the human horse gladly lets her unhinged psyche settle down, content to lay in peace and let sleep overtake her