Draft

Draft.

I may as well address the elephant in the room, I know I'm a large Anthropomorphic mare. I blame my draft DNA, but I am supple with it. Yes, this hoofer can kick with the best of them, but it was not always the case.

Humans may have created us, gave our species a start. Yet our early years were like that of human females, the taunts, the sly remarks being as hurtful.

Getting picked last in team games, wearing glasses for a while did not help. Oh, I never said Genetic Engineering was perfect, but things got much worse before they got better.

Sat in a quiet corner of any playground would have found me, watching the others having fun. My Dam despaired for her only filly; she hated me truth be known. I was not the pretty little thing she wanted, not my fault you got serviced by a draft stallion one night when drunk and in heat.

Nor the fact that I soon knew what that meant, as I hid under my covers trying to block out the sound of you getting humped.

I knew how to fight, to survive.

Unlike our human counterparts, we mature at a faster rate like our equine base stock. By the time I was three in human years it was equivalent to eighteen in human, old enough to strike out on my own. Because one of your stallion friends, tried it on.

"You're a nice filly, got bigger tits than your Dam."

My expression, was one of calculated distain, yet he still decided to push it.

"I know your old enough, most of your type are in foal by now."

I stomped a hoof before replying.

"Excuse me, my type?"

He grinned. "Well, you're not suitable as a herd mare, no prospects. A big lump like you is only good for one thing. Like Dam, like Filly. Just a receptacle for a stallion's seed, you're the type that loves, "wild oats."

That got me fuming, I stomped a hoof again and my tail swished unbidden. Like most idiots, his small brain was in his balls. They never know when to stop, nor take note of the warning every foal remembers. He carried on.

"Bet the only action you've had is with your fingers."

That was enough, I was used to stallions thinking they were the Gods gift just because they paid for it, at least where my Dam was concerned. My inner mare was railing to be let out of this nice filly that was me, so be it.

"Oh, my fingers are never enough. I get so sopping wet, longing for something to stretch me. Hearing my Dam being pleasured, by a big powerful stallion. By the Goddess I need servicing, mounted by a big prick."

The sarcasm was lost on him.

I lifted my dress, flashing my panties. The bulge between his equine legs was now obvious, as he undid his trousers. Dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. Extending out of its sheath, and as black as his Friesian heritage, a thick shaft, changing to pink halfway down its length. The flat bulbous end flaring. I knew this game by now, how fragile male egos are.

"I've seen bigger mounting my Dam. Yours is nothing special, it would get lost between my breasts." I placed my arms under them, emphasizing the fact.

"Cheeky one, aren't you? I know you don't have a gag reflex like humans, so I can shove all his down your throat to stop your talking. By the time I've finished...."

"Thanks for the warning, I know how fast you Friesian's cum off."

That was enough to get him stomping across the room, his erection slapping and bouncing off his stomach, large balls swaying. Although as a large filly I'm not weak, stallions are more powerful. No way could I push past him and escape out of the door. So I decided feminine wiles was my best bet, using what the Goddess Epona had blessed me with. I took my top off, the girls on full display. He closed the distance; this would be fun.

"So glad you saw reason."

Truth be known; I was not behind the door regarding this dance. My Dam had not been shy on leaving her room door open, and yes it was only natural I had explored my own body. Stallions emit powerful pheromones, despite it all my body reacted. A warm flush between my legs, natural lubrication which aroused him even more. I taught him a valuable lesson; while holding his length I wrapped my tail hair around it. He thought this was some new kink as he pawed at my breasts, hot tongue swirling around each nipple in turn.

You know why humans with horses wrap up a mare's tail before the stallion mounts her? Because horsehair being thick, and strong like cheese grater wire.

Yep, flicking my tail away he yelped, thousands of fine cuts all down his shaft. Turning around bending over and pulling my panties to one side, I could feel the warm liquid run down the inside of my legs. My inner mare approved, yet my filly was about to disappoint her. Believe me, no erection survives long after a rear kick from a hoof, he yelled the place down.

While he was rolling around on the floor, I grabbed my top, straight in my room to grab my bag to leave at last. You see by this time I had at least one good friend, a human and more to the point a professional. She let me help at the local healthcare clinic, some Anthro's were wary of humans with good reason. Because we were screwed in more ways than one, in fact human pets had more protection than we did.

Sally Westenholme, in her mid-thirties and a trained veterinarian specializing in anthropomorphics.

Jeff Stalfire, he pulled security, and a great anthro-Doberman to have protecting your back.

Some things made your day; others were heartbreaking. Mental health problems like canine Anthro's chasing vehicles, or Border Collie types, who were super focused and unable to switch off.

The old mares, and stallions on the minimum wage unable to afford the medication they needed. Human medication had some subsidies, ours did not.

Sally took it in her stride, but some cases got to her. Humans that when tired of their Anthro companions, ringing up to have them euthanized. They had no rights, they were owned, property. Enforced by human Law, some ran away, until tracking chips were implanted by Law. It must come to a head at some point, ugly always does.

Sally sorted out, bed and board as payment for my help in the clinic. This arrangement worked well, and I soon got the hang of a domestic life where someone cared. Little did I know that in time it would become something much deeper.