I wrote this short fantasy of mine inspired by the image "Horse Power" by Jay Naylor. I'd like to expand the story but it's a short offering until I finish the last chapter of a larger piece. This contains sadomasochism, dominance, furry anthro-on-human sex and a submissive rape fantasy. Be warned.
I.
It was my first day at the farm. I was staying here as a guest and I had taken to being an exhibitionist immediately. The son of the owner had taken a liking to my light summer dresses, so picked to show off the shape of my breasts and curve of my ass. He noticed quickly that I dispensed with bras here, the soft summer sweat revealed as much when it made each dress cling to my body.
I think he also must have liked the bikinis I sometimes wore when I sat in the shade of the tree watching the workers as I applied sun lotion. Enough to keep me decent in the owner's eyes, but no more. His son wasn't my type anyway.
His daughter was my type and was certainly very attractive, she was also a sweet, playful soul and I liked that a lot. I had been flirting with her more and more as I'd been here and she reciprocated in this cute way. If the opportunity presented itself, I would certainly invite her into my bed but I had not known about her when I first arrived, she was not my goal.
Oh, I was dressing for attention, I did strut and parade about but my target were the workers. The workers here were anthros of several different type. The horse anthros were one of the most prevalent. They look pretty much like humanoid horses, the same tail, coat and mane and the facial structure typical of horses but with an overall body structure more akin to human's. Their hands were human-like like most anthros but their feet hoofed. They were tall too, standing full height my head came to about the same level as a female horse-anthro's breasts, enough that I wouldn't need to stretch to lick and suckle.
Another prevalent type were the cowgirls. They looked more like human women, they were all beautiful with these big eyes and innocent, elfin looks as well as the downturned ears of a cow. Slight horns had developed on the top of their heads and all possessed full, ample breasts. Despite this, below the thigh, their legs became more like a cow's, hoofed and furred, similar to a satyr with a cute tail coming from their coccyx. I was told they were extremely highly-sexed and relished breast play especially. Most were originally used for sex slavery when the anthros first appeared, but after anthro-rights finally allowed them suffrage, many went into agriculture.
I made one of the cowgirls my first project. Her name was Amanda and she had this pixie haircut similar to my own but blonde to my red. Cute green eyes and a stunning smile with a sense of wonder about her, like all the world was this amazing place.
And she was a good flirt too, playful but never came on too strong, she made me chase her a bit. I guessed she was just testing the waters, her kind were naturally flirtatious and she needed to be sure she wasn't just misreading sighs. Maybe I was and just projecting my desire onto her. It was a fun game, we both wanted to reveal our hands to each other but still we kept the cards close to our chest, each move designed to figure out the other's hand.
I concentrated my parading more around her and she certainly didn't seem to mind. Complications soon emerged but they turned to my advantage.
I was sat near a barn reading some notes for next term's classes when several workers passed by. I continued reading but noticed a shadow lingered as the others passed by.
I looked up to the sight of a horse-woman staring down at me. She had a long, beautifully-braided yellow mane and tail that contrasted with her otherwise brown coat.
"I wish I had the time to lounge around all day like you, you're worse than the farmers' kids," her voice was immediately confrontational.
"What? I don't understand. I'm just reading my notes for university I—"
"And at least they have the decency not to parade around like you do. You just rubbing in that you don't need to work?"
"No, I wasn't—"
Before I could continue, she walked on with a snort. I was quite taken aback at first but continued reading, there was nothing more that could be done. Nothing happened for a few days after that, our next encounter was on far stranger terms.
I wanted to go see Amanda about something, some pretext I'd created to talk to her but as I approached her cabin, I noticed her with another cowgirl wandering to the forest at the edge of the farm. I followed along at a distance, wanting to see what was going on. I didn't know then that I too was being followed.
Amanda and her partner came to a clearing. In the light, I saw her partner was Ruth, a raven-haired cowgirl with a more mischievous streak. In the moon-lit spot, they put down their flashlight and began to make love. I probably should have let them be, but I stayed and watched. They looked so beautiful as they did. Soon, my hand reached down into my panties and I began to build up Shortly after, my panties were discarded and I let myself build up more and more. I was getting so close when they loud shout behind me left me frozen in dread. The girls scurried for their flashlight and shone it at me and whoever was behind me. It was the horse-woman, seeing the girls there she snorted and looked down at me, her voice tinged with anger.
"You're disgusting!"
I meekly looked back at Amanda, who was now hurriedly dressing with Raven. She flashed me a concerned look but then a quick smile. She'd won the game, my act had revealed my cards to her and that smile was both her victory and her showing me her own hand to me. It was hard to revel in that right then given they were now fleeing and I was in trouble.
"Get out of here, you pervert. How'd the other humans feel about you lusting after anthros, hmm?"
I said nothing but quickly stood up and ran. She just stood there as I did watching me retreat.
I calmed down after about fifty metres and leaned against a tree. It was dark, but I knew my way back. I realised I'd left my bag at the stop. I needed it back, it had class notes from earlier.
