Horse Power

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"So... I'm not sure where to go from here. Do you have any other questions for me?"

Ryan smiled as warmly as he could, spreading his hands out as he sat across the anthro equine at the old, wooden desk. The raccoon had headed in for an interview with Hutson, who ran and owned the farm he was interviewing for a job on, and their chat so far had mostly been about the raccoon's experience and just how Ryan thought he could help out there. The stallion hadn't given him all that much guidance as he was conducting the interview and hadn't even asked him questions about the kind of equipment he was used to using at farms.

Not that Ryan had all that much experience, fresh on the job market and a good bit shorter than the bay stallion. He felt like he was looking up to Hutson, even when he was sitting across from him.

The stallion leaned forward a little, pressing the tips of his fingers together, elbows on the worn desk. It was a nice kind of worn though -- the kind that showed what use it had over the years.

"I'll level with you, Ryan," he said smoothly, his voice low and gravelly in a way that made the raccoon's stomach flip deliciously. "This isn't a regular farm job. I used to be in fintech, then my whole life changed."

"Mhm."

Ryan leaned forward, not faking his interest in the slightest. He just didn't think he was doing all that good of a job of hiding the obvious crush he had on the equine, his cheeks feeling warm even then. But he had to hold it back, for it was hardly professional to stare at who he hoped would be his new boss.

The stallion was hot though... That couldn't be denied. His chest was broad enough to challenge his shirt, which had to have been put on fresh for the interview, while his biceps fought the limits of the short sleeves. It didn't look like his usual wear and the raccoon rather hoped he'd see Hutson out of it in due course.

"Look..." Hutson appeared uncomfortable and Ryan slouched a bit, though he was laying it on a bit thick as he tried to appear nonchalant about everything. "This job is a bit different. There's no equipment here and I do all the manual labour under my own strength."

"Ah, I see," Ryan said, nodding along. "That makes sense, I was wondering if there would be training on equipment."

"And there is, in a sense," Hutson went on. "I'm not looking for an employee or even a coworker here...but a rider to make me do the work, with all my might. That'd include giving orders, telling me to pull the equipment, like the ploughs. Are you getting all this?"

"Oh, uh..."

Ryan floundered for a moment. He couldn't be serious, could he? But Hutson appeared duly firm in his resolution, nostrils slightly flared as he waited on the raccoon's answer.

"I guess... I could do that," Ryan finally offered. "I'd need a bit of help though... I want to know what to do, training and everything."

His professional demeanour slipped, but, really: who could have been expected to remain fully professional in a moment like that? The image leapt, unbidden, into his head of him up on the horse's back, pulling the reins, a field stretching out before him.

Hutson smiled.

"Wonderful. Sounds like this may all be coming together... So, I'll give you the tour."

Ryan stood up and brushed off his jeans -- he hadn't had to go too smart for an interview on a farm -- and followed the horse out of the office.

Damn, even his shoulders look like they're ripping their way out of that shirt...

He grunted in the back of his throat, trying to hide his enjoyment of the view. Yet he was about to get even more than that as the stallion unbuttoned his shirt swiftly.

"Oh... Uh..."

Ryan barely even knew what to say as the stallion removed his shirt, revealing a chiselled chest with a heavily muscled physique. It didn't stop there either as the stallion unbuckled his belt and made swift work of his work jeans too, though those had some dust marks on them already. They likely were the cleanest pair Hutson had for work, though Ryan hardly worried

about things like that.

Despite the stallion surely being twice his age, the stallion definitely looked better than his leaner frame. Ryan was almost self-conscious about his figure in front of Hutson, though things were moving too quickly for him to get caught up in that for too long. And then the horse's underwear slid down his legs too, the sunshine gleaming off his short coat of brown hair, not a single white marking on his body.

"Oh, wow..."

Hutson smiled appreciatively.

"Thank you."

His sheath plumped out a little with the hint of his shaft and a pair of heavy nuts hung beneath, the raccoon striving not to drool. He grunted softly, but stepped up as the stallion knelt before him, inclining his head in a way that meant Ryan could approach. Little did the raccoon know how attuned he was to the equine's body language already, but that was a big point in his favour.

The horse folded his arms behind his back in a clear way that showed he meant to carry Ryan. Taking a breath, Ryan stepped up, though it seemed ogling the horse was the least of his worries, after everything.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He questioned. "I just want to do things right... I will need to, perhaps, go through some training."

"I expect that," Hutson said, though the horse still appeared deferential to Ryan. "That's no problem at all. Hop on."

Ryan did so, finding an easy way to sit on the anthro equine's back. With how Hutson had folded his arms behind his back, they formed a kind of seat: the horse had clearly carried others like that before.

The raccoon grinned foolishly, relaxing a little more as the horse stood and easily took his weight. He didn't want to think about how much lighter he was than the stallion -- yet their positions were such that it wasn't something he had to worry about. He was in a position of power: he was the rider.

His body responded, heat pooling in his lower abdomen, although the raccoon held his nerve. Anxiety churned in the pit of his stomach, but he pushed it down, for it didn't have any place there.

"Okay..." Ryan said, though his voice wobbled slightly. "Let's...go?"

He didn't know if the horse was playing him, but, to his surprise, Hutson moved off straight away. The raccoon's legs dangled, though the equine strode out confidently, keeping his upper body ever so slightly angled forward, so it was a little more comfortable for Ryan. It was a bit of a bumpy ride and the raccoon shifted his weight, trying to find a way to "ride" the horse that didn't put his own balls in an uncomfortable position.

The farm was large and expansive and the raccoon relaxed increasingly every few minutes. Hutson really was serious about being ordered around, making fewer and fewer decisions for himself. He paused at a crossroads in the farm, where the paths tracked between separate lines of crops.

Ryan took a moment.

"Where are we going? Oh..."

The stallion gently guided him into a more dominant role, merely by taking on that submissive position. Considering how Hutson was leading him and showing that he really was serious about Ryan riding him and ordering him to complete his work, it was impressive, simply put.

"This might go better if there were reins," he mused, before turning his muzzle to the right. "Let's go right, Hutson."

It was a little odd to use the horse's name like that, though it was not such a bad thing, not even then. It felt like it was becoming a little more natural every time he took a more dominant position, exploring the farm and getting the lay of the land. Ryan may not have been a farmer, but Hutson's skill in "training" him shone through as the raccoon got to see more of what he'd be doing.

And he knew he liked it, getting to see the stallion pounded away before him, muscles tensing in his back as even his shoulders contracted. It seemed like every muscle in his body had a say in holding the raccoon on his back as he lunged into a light run, bare hooves digging into the soil alongside one of the farm paths with every stride. The raccoon ended up only ever so slightly jostled against his back, though Ryan didn't mind that either, rubbing lightly against the stallion's mid-back as he strode out. His shaft tried to thicken, but the raccoon just about managed to keep that side of himself in check.

It felt almost natural, settling more against the stallion's back as they moved around the farm, from the buildings to the fields and even further still where he had moved some dairy cows on to fresh grazing. With Hutson talking as if everything was perfectly normal, Ryan found it easier and easier to let his slightly more perverted side through: enjoying the moment was all that mattered.

"We rotate the fields for grazing and crops," Hutson explained, while Ryan desperately tried to remember everything while staring at the stallion's cannonball-like shoulders. "This keeps the ground fertile -- and rested too, of course. Over grazed land will lead to bad milk from the cows."

Ryan had a feeling the horse was simplifying it all rather a lot for him, but there was a part of him that didn't mind that. He needed to get to grips with how the farm worked and the raccoon was not about to deny just how his mind raced ahead. He wanted to explore it all with Hutson, if only to get to grope and squeeze his body, to feel those powerful muscles working against him with every pull and every stride.

What could he say? He was into it. Although perhaps it was not something Ryan should show quite as openly as he was.

But that ceased to matter when he got off Hutson's back and, of course, had to say he wanted the job. If he'd been a canine anthro, his tail would have been wagging -- yet the raccoon had far more enticing things to enjoy at his new job.

He'd work five days a week, which really wasn't bad at all when it came to farm work: that could be rather gruelling. His wage was higher than he'd expected too -- though it wasn't life-changing money either.

The next day, he turned up bright and early to find a naked Hutson next to the plough, resting a hoof as if he really was a domesticated equine. Ryan took a breath and rubbed the palms of his paws together, his striped tail tucking down a little. Ah, but he had to find his inner strength, had to find that dominant edge he was so very sure he had. Even if Hutson had said nothing about that, he had to play into the role so he could keep his job there. Already, Ryan couldn't see any way for him to leave without regretting not taking the chance and enjoying every moment.

"Ah, I see we're ploughing today," Ryan said, a grin pulling at his lips, though it was still halfway sheepish. "Right... Let's get hitched up then?"

Of course, Hutson could have made things more difficult for him, but the stallion knew how to show him the way without directing his dominant too much. Hutson positioned himself between the shafts of the plough, where it had been modified for an anthro horse like himself to be strapped into it. The equine could have held on to the shafts, but it was easier for him to take the yoke, a big, heavy "collar," around his neck. The leather straps went down around his torso and hips, so all the weight wouldn't be around his neck, though Ryan didn't pretend to know just how all that weight distribution worked.

Ryan hesitated, looking between the equine and the plough, which was a rather old-fashioned one -- but seemed to play into what the horse wanted very nicely.

"You can ride on my back, or use the leather reins," Hutson offered with a pleasant smile, though Ryan's eyes could not help but drop, even then, to his plumped-up sheath. "It is simple to do."

It was likely easy because the stallion could take over direction if his "handler" forgot anything, though even that was something for the raccoon to be grateful for.

"I'll ride," he said, more confidently than he honestly felt. "Put... Put your arms back, just like they were yesterday."

The "seat" the stallion's arms made meant it was easy for him to climb up, though it looked like Hutson had cleverly positioned himself next to an old stump, all so he could help everything happen naturally. Ryan stumbled a little as he clambered into place, but it felt a little easier than it did the day before as he settled against the stallion's muscle, admiring him as he ghosted his palm across the horse's upper back.

Ryan couldn't help how his body responded to seeing those muscles work before him. The reins were connected to a bridle that time, which Hutson had referred to before, though it was the shorter set that was in place there. If it had been the set of reins that would have allowed him to walk behind the hardy plough while long-reining the stallion, they would have been much too long for him to handle from his position in the saddle.

"Okay..." Ryan paused, struggling with words when it had come right down to forcing them out. "Let's go!"

That didn't sound very dominant, but he was still getting into it as he tugged on the reins. They helped a lot when he wasn't too sure what to say, allowing him to more easily direct Hutson. The gate to the field they were ploughing was already open and Ryan more confidently directed Hutson into it.

Up and down, up and down, the raccoon thought, envisioning what a ploughed field would look like, before sowing seeds. I can do this, easy.

It was harder than he had imagined, however, just to keep Hutson straight as the stallion threw his weight into the yoke. The equine grunted loudly and pressed on, his muscles flexing as he braced, holding the weight of the plough behind him while it cut through the soft, prepared soil.

"Unff!"

It was far from easy work for the stallion either, despite his physique, and Ryan's breath hitched as he admired his muscles bunching and flexing. They had to, for the equine to do his job, and he stiffened a little, trying his best not to squirm where he sat on Hutson's back, though it was difficult to resist the urges of his body.

He had not considered just how long the act of ploughing like that, without using modern equipment, could take. It left the raccoon plenty of time to grow used to his role, the repetitive nature of the work allowed him to get used to it.

"Turn...now."

He pulled on the right rein, directing Hutson around as the stallion grunted, already working up a sweat as the morning moved on. The first few turns had been on the shakier side, but that was partly Ryan's fault. Even when he was just sitting on the stallion's back, he affected how the equine moved, for his weight was something more to complicate simply how the horse was working. Truthfully, it looked like it would be easier for Hutson to work alone, without Ryan's weight throwing him off.

The raccoon caught sight of the water bottles at the other end of the field, directing Hutson over to them when it seemed like the time was right. The equine gladly took heed of the offered water, even if the raccoon was well-aware the stallion was the one who'd left them there.

On returning to work, Ryan caught that the horse wasn't quite stepping out as quickly as before, the angle of his back looking like he wasn't putting as much effort as before. Ryan frowned. Was the stallion tiring? Maybe that was something he needed to take heed of too, as he was the one in charge.

"Hutson? You're getting slower..." The raccoon commented, ears twitching. "You're slowing down?"

"Hm..." The stallion grunted, looking back at him from one of his dark eyes. "I think I may need some encouragement."

It was a gentle suggestion, but the raccoon chanced he saw a pleading look in the stallion's eye, as if it was something he really needed. Ryan quivered, watching the round and pull of the stallion's shoulders, his own excitement growing.

"Ah, I see," he said, as if that was perfectly normal. "Right... Come on, Hutson! Yah!"

He flapped the reins, smacking them against the sides of the horse's neck and his shoulders. It would almost have felt more natural for him to have a whip at that time, but maybe that was something else they could bring into the work and training. For it was no longer only Ryan who was being trained there, more than a few ideas infiltrating his mind.

The stallion grunted and stepped out with more urgency, hauling at the yoke as the plough sliced powerfully through the ground behind him. Ryan pressed onward, keeping a better eye on Hutson's pace and even managing to slow him too from time to time. If they didn't keep up a certain pace, he noticed, the plough either skimmed too shallowly over the ground or dug in too deeply. So, he had to manage that as he learned "on the job."

A full day of ploughing with a break for a simple lunch wore the raccoon out more than he could have imagined, although it was not such a bad thing. It was good to appreciate all the work that went into running a farm -- and Hutson was certainly the best equine to show him all about that.

Yet, as the days went on...it was harder and harder for him to not appreciate the stallion's body with greedy openness. There was a plethora of jobs to do on the farm, of course, and Ryan's job focused on ones where he could ride and direct the stallion, ensuring he kept both to his task and work.

He pushed things, slowly, testing the waters. With Hutson naked, his body glistening with sweat and fully exposed, he experimented with what clothing he wore himself. It almost didn't feel right to be fully clothed while the horse was not -- purely for the fact that Ryan could also indulge.

When Hutson pointedly looked at his lower half while he was stripping off his shirt, testing the boundaries for himself, Ryan hesitated. It was a warm day and he didn't really need his clothes on. Instead of just carrying on surveying the farm and checking the fencing with his shirt off, Ryan wondered just how far he could push things.

So, he stripped down of his work jeans, which were already dusty with a little of Hutson's natural oils, from his coat, where their bodies were in contact. Yet Ryan shrugged everything off, his heart pounding, as he challenged himself to strip all the way down.

And that was how he found himself slipping back on to Hutson's back naked that time, his soft shaft and balls resting against the stallion's muscular frame. Ryan sucked in a breath, trying to steady himself.

It was so raw... Someone else could have called it intimate, but it was so much more than that. He sucked in a breath and clicked at Hutson to get him moving again, treated to his cock rubbing and teasing against the stallion's lower back, sitting carefully against him.

It was telling that the muscular stallion didn't object in the slightest to the physical contact and that emboldened Ryan to press onward, to let himself relax and enjoy the moment more.

He didn't have to go naked all the time as he ploughed with the stallion, working up and down the fields. It was repetitive work and, sometimes, Ryan wondered at how the stallion had done it all on his own before. It was boring, kind of, but made all the more interesting for the states of undress he could go in, experimenting with what was comfortable for him.

However, for the time being, he only had to enjoy what worked for him and his state of clothing tended to depend on the weather.