Dear Diary, 


Today was such a rough day! I went to school, you know? The big fancy one with all the other big important kids and all that? I went there today and I had to do several big tests back to back! They say I’m so smart, getting A’s on everything but it wasn’t hard. It was so frustrating. Mom and dad kept saying they were so proud of me getting them all right. The teachers were all so happy that I was able to get them all done. 


But you know… I really didn’t care. I didn’t want to do them. I just wanted to hang out with my friends, have some time to myself. I really wanted to play that new game that came out. I haven’t had the chance to play my new Gumtendo handheld because of all the tests I’ve had to do. Why? Why do I have to work so much?


My friends can’t hang out this weekend because they have sports stuff. Angelica can’t come over because her mom is taking her to that fancy dance thing for the next week.


It’s gonna be lonely… 


I guess I’ll go over to my ranch again for the weekend. 


You remember, right? It’s my favorite place to go to! All the beautiful horses and zebra’s I get to ride and play with. No one gets to tell me what to do besides myself. All the people there are super nice! They let me have all the fun I want. Even showing me all kinds of cool tricks!


Maybe I’ll have my 12th birthday there! Oh man, that’d be so much fun!


Ugh, I have to go now. I just got a phone call saying I have a surprise interview I need to attend to. Mommy and daddy are keeping me so busy and so stressed out doing so much. I REALLY need to go to the ranch soon.


Okay, bye!


Signed,
Avery E. Vence!


P.S: Ask uncle Greg about his next potion thing to bring and try out. He made it sound really fun! I love trying out his weird new stuff!




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Avery is a very gifted student. Barely into his tween years and he’s demonstrated an advanced understanding of whatever field is placed in front of him. Mathematics, science, literature, economics and even the more abstract such as philosophy and logic problems. His parents have shown the only child nothing but complete happiness over his rapid growth and demonstration of understanding. The young foal had not only shown a sharp sense of academics but also connected with other children. There was barely anyone who didn’t like being around him, talking to him and just wanting to be near him. 


While he never showed it, he knew part of it was due to how well he’s done and how much other kids' parents pushed them to make friends with him. But that didn’t mean he wans’t actually friends with some of them. 


Felicity. Andrew D. Arcey Danaels.


Jessica… Oh god, Jessica…


Just to name a few. 


Avery had gained quite the reputation among stundetns and faculty. Even the few bullies that did try to get under his skin quickly found that that was far more trouble than it was worth. Not many really questioned it when the young boy found himself invited to their homes. The bullies quickly learned that their parents would easily listen to anything he said. Even about them…


Avery seemed perfect on just about anything and everything that came to mind. 


But that was only on the surface. His smile, his friendly attitude. It all hid something inside him. Something perverse. Dark and self-induglent. His parents didn’t care as long as he kept up his grades and good name. Only the close hands of his ranch and a few mades are aware of the boy’s darker nature. Maybe it was something to do with his high intellect. Maybe it was something to do with the constant praise. 


They didn’t really understand, even as the boy demonstrated VERY unchild-like behavior. The young master of the home did things that bordered on obscene TO obscene. He’d randomly bury his face into the hips or skirts of the various maids and butlers. He’d earnestly lick at them, all the while maintaining eye contact and reminding them he’s in charge. He’d feel them up. Touching and caressing their various body parts. Both in a perverted scene and as if thying to understand what's going on in his own mind. 


To add to the strange behavios he’d never go further. Touching and feeling them. Breathing in their scent. Even more perecular, the boy would focus on the more equid persuasion. Various horse breeds. The few giraffe caretakers. Donkey’s that are a part of the roster. 


It was a gamble whenever they’d be assaulted but compared to what his father used to do in his days, it could have been far worse. So they endured. Taking his peculiar fascinations as he indulges. Day by day, he’d grow more curious. And in those days, he’d demonstrate that he’s gifted in more than just the mind. Even though he’s far from fully developed, the boy’s package became more… Menacing. 


It was ever openly discussed of course. 


But those that were present enough to see him “express” himself during any sessions would make it known: Avery could rival his own father at the tender age of 10. And in those two years, it seems as though puberty had more than hit him. 


On the eve of his birthday, The young stallion wanted to spend it on his favorite farm. A present from his father for getting him in touch with the mayor of the city they called home. Just outside of any wandering eyes, the patch of land was his to turn into anythin the wanted. When he said a horse ranch, they were rurpised but indulged him. With non-sapient “ferals” being seen in poor taste, they couldn’t have anyone see him ride them.


Hand picked caretakers paid off well.


Avery was told he could do anything he wanted on the farm.


A lot of the caretakers had seen him become closer with all the horses. Day after day, he’d show them love and care. Showering them special imported fruits out of his own pocket. The most lush grass. Grains and everything. A lot of them joked among themselves that he’s treating them better than any potential girlfriend.


This is where his degeneracy truly flourishssed.


It was late into the evening. Everyone had mostly gone to bed. The horses had all been led back into their personalized stables, protected from the later winter cold. Heated interiors, wood chip compost floors for their hooves. They’re absolutly spoiled. 


Avery arrived at the stable, as soon as the clock striked 12, hitting his 12th birthday on the dot. The young foal looked almost like a young stallion. Maybe it was due to puberty striking him early, but it couldn’t be faulted with how much more wild he appeared.


His long black hair reaches past his neck. A well groomed, buckskin coat. Bright blue eyes, narrow in focus on the objects of his desires. Standing just over 4 feet, he didn’t look that intimidating. The various mares and stallions in the stalls however are presented with the oversidzed member bouncing out from his otherwise meek nude frame. 


Avery looked like he could equal an adult stallion in every catagory. Brown in color around the base and balls becoming a bright hot pink towards the ring and tip, reaching about three to four cans in length. And almost as thick as two cans taped together. Veins decorate the surface, making sure blood rushed to every part possible, including his heavy balls. In terms of size and weight, they could easily be mistaken for perfectly ripe and juicy peaches.


Taking a deep breath, Avery let out a groan as pre cum oozed out of his cock head. The potent aroma of beasts around him made his head spin. A crooked smile grew on his face as he walked down the isle. They beasts didn’t think much of him, the sight being a common occurrence that they just accepted. 


        “Now now now, who should I pick tonight…?”
He licks his lips, trying to let his own instincts tell him who’s the most ripe and ready for his love and affection. Standing among the isles, he couldn’t make up his mind.


‘Betsy is an older mare, about several years older than him. Big and enticing buuuut I don’t know…’ He turns his attention to the next stable, housing her most recent daughter. 


        “Candy would be fun tonight, especially while her mom watches but I don’t think so. Just who should I take…”


The more the boy questioned who should be his plaything, the more exited he seemed to grow. It was a question that didn’t matter. All tha matters was the fact the boy would be filling content. It became a perverted game he’d play with himself. Trying to pick and choose but the answer didn’t matter. All that mattered was doing the deed.


        “I know! I’ll pick Jessica!” 


Saying her name out loud caused the mare in question to raise her head up, still chewing on her meal. She looked down to her young owner, not thinking much besides filling her belly. A thought that Avery shared. 


At the mere thought, the budding stud fired off an accidental blast from his packed nuts. But this only led him to be further turned on.


Jessica, a Lipizzan mare with a porcelain white coat. Tall yet slender. A golden blond hair that would cover and frame her face in a way that stole the boy’s heart. The day he met her, he couldn’t imagine not taking her home. 


        “Oh I can’t wait I can’t wait anymore!” 


The boy opens her door and she walks out without question. As she does, he breathes in her smell once again. Interminglled with the heavy earthy smell of the others, he shudders. A sick and twisted need in him grows bigger and bigger as he grabs his necessary step stool. She wanders to the centermost part of the barn, stopping as her owner sets down the stool to ge on top and finally sink into his depravity.


The sight never disappoints him.


From the winter white coat, a valley of pink flesh is exposed. A shining pink pussy, radiating a heat that puts the rest of the barns to shame. Just above it, a thick, wrinkled donut welcomes him to the view before her golden tail swipes back and forth.


        “I’m sorry my love, I took too long picking again. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure all the waiting is worth it!”


The horny stallion boy slides his impressive tool across her lips. Back and forth, feeling the wet telling that the mare doesn’t need any teasing. Her pussy winks, like a wet mouth trying to gulp down another gallon of water after days without anything to drink. Avery wastes little time sinking more of himself past her lips, the tight vacuum inviting him to go further. Dig deeper and reach depths he could only imagine.


With his tongue hanging out, he looks like he’s lost his mind. The small foal turned stallion stuffed more of his cock into the forbidden entrance of his desires. A mare that knows nothing besides the sensation of a stallion trying to mate with her. Not even a stallion. A foal trying to step up. If not for his family's money and his achievements, they never would have met. 


        “Oh god Jessica! You’re so good! You’re just perfect!” He yells out loud, not caring if he wakes anyone. 


The caretakers are aware of what he does. But with how much money they’re paid, and not wanting to ruin such easy money, they don’t say anything. Indulging in his weird fetishes, he’d ask them how to please someone in sex. Doing all sorts of perverted and nasty things that someone his age shouldn’t know. But if they didn’t, they’d run the risk of losing their job as well.


This is how he learned about thrusting techniques. Moving side to side, fast and slow pacing. Doing everything he can to hold out from finishing too soon. The sound of wet squishing meat wrapped around his cock, trying to coax him. Meanwhile, he’s tyring to make sure his playthings cum. 


        “Yeah you like it! You’re squeezing down so hard! That’s tight! OH!! Are you cumming?! That’s it! Cum all you want for me! Please!”


Burying his oversized horse spear down to the root, he could feel the juices running down his balls, dripping onto the floor. The sensation of her fluids across him pushed him more. He could feel the need rising but not yet… He couldn’t finish yet! 


The barn fills with the sounds of sex.  Squishing flesh being pushed and wrapped around a hard staff. Grunting and gasping coupled with curses. Teeth clattering as the stud tries to hold himself back. Avery would look to be possessed by any onlookers. Eyes soly focused on the sight in front of him. Pulling more of himself out, his cock glistens in the light of the subtle light fixtures inside. Seeing himself, half deep, juices creeping down his shaft and balls, he couldn’t believe how sexy the sight was.  


Her heavy flank, bigger than his frame and taking him with ease and grace that he’s come to expect from all his guys and girls. He runs his hands over the muscles, panting and simply absorbing just how beautiful these beasts are. What they lacked i nthe mind of their anthros, they made up with strong, powerful bodies that drew him in.


Drooling and gasping for air, he takes a deep breath…


And processed to stuff himself back down into her beautiful equine lover’s guts again in one swift motion.


Jessica lets out a whinny, followed by the sensation of her pushing back into him. 


        “J-Jessica… Do you love me that much?” 


The love struck and pent up anthro equine looks to see her look back at him. Flaring and huffing her nostrils as she breathes in his smell. The stallion interpreted it as her own form of showing affection. She’s done it time and again but in the heat of the moment…


        “Jessica I…!!!”


Suddenly, Avery is wildly thrusting into her pussy. Again and again, he feels her cum flowling across his cock, drenching his lower half in her scent. More time than he cared to even remember. All that matters is that she’s marking him. That’s all he cares about. 


Teeth clattering. Noise flaring. He grunts and pushes with all his might and feels himself bottom out, reaching the end of his feral lover’s cervix. That final signal is his last conscious thought for the moment. 


Throwing his head back, the gifted foal tween dumps the thickest load of cum yet in his budding life into his horse lover. Toes curling, tail flicking back and forth. His instincts makes him neigh and bray as hard as he can, alerting the viewing mares and stallions that he’s finished. The sound of his climax rings in the back of his head. Cum slowly oozing and bubbling out of the mare’s well used pussy, still clenching and sucking down as much of the bitter batter. 


With his legs trembling, Avery is barely able to keep himself from standing. Balls clenching and squeezing over and over, lathered in the strong smell of feminine fluids as he tries to impregnate her. In the whirlwind of climaxes, the thought crosses his young mind.


Years or so down the line, his beautiful white angel heavy with his foals. Pregnant and eager to service him again and again. Maybe even inviting his son or daughters to have his way with them, just like her mother. His own feral family harem of lovers. 


The more he thought about it, the hotter it became. His still clenching balls trying to force out more goo to make his perverted dream real.


Still standing on his stool, the young stud needed to catch his breath. Still stuck firmly deep inside of his feral lover. The flared end of his cock resting agnist her cervix. Feeling it suck and squeeze around him. Labored and gasping, the hot room felt so much warmer. Sweat covers his body, while the Lipizzan mare lets out her own sigh of relief from the intense ordeal. Shaking her head and neighing slightly.


        “H-hold on Jessica… Gotta pull out…”


Avery slowly frees himself from her fleshy embrace. Gripping the base, he’s presented with the sight of his soaked member coming out. Inch by inch. Until only the tip stayed inside. There’s a slight gurgling sound as her pussy still winks, drooling with some of the unlucky bastards that failed to stay inside her hungry cunt. With just the tip left, he struggled a bit more to finally coax the last bit of himself free. On shaky legs, he’s lucky to not have fallen over from freeing his gifted lower half. The young can still feel the cum still dirbbling out of his now partially flaring cock.


        “You felt so amazing… I love you Jessica…”


With his head feeling clever, he shakely gets off the step stool. Avery leads her back to her spot and makes sure she’s comfortable. Fresh water and more feed for her to enjoy after their workout. A slight trail of fluids drips out of her.


Avery joins her after a moment, using one of the employee drinking fountains to hydrate after having his fun. Cold and refreshing, it made him feel more connected to his feral cousins. Free of any thought other than satisfying his needs.


Now would be a good time for him to go back to the house, get ready for his surprise party that they’ve been planning for.


But he’s not done yet. The sex hunrgy young boy wants to have another time of self indulging fun before heading back.


And he knows the perfect way to end things.


        “Hello there, Bruce.”


A familiar smile breaks off from his face as he sees his rival. Wiping the extra water from his mouth he turns to the stall housing him.


Bruce is a large, chestnut cream draft stallion. He’s big. Hulking even. As intimidating as he appears, he’s as soft and gentle as a breeze on a flower. He’s extremely gentle, softly nibbling on his food. Trotting around without a care or even playing with the other, younger horses. 


Avery sees the stud as his ‘rival’ only because he’s the most physically hung member of his ‘harem’. Far bigger than any other stud. Big enough for him to reach the ground, despite his masive size.


But at the same time, the perverted breeding foal obsessed over his oversized opponent. Stepping into Bruce’s stall, he sees the stud is already excited. Fully released, extending and flooping after seeing another mare getting it on. The smell of her hormones awakening his sleeping member and making him ready to have his own needs satisfied.


        “Don’t worry Bruce. I’ll take good care of you.”


Avery’s eyes move down to the imposing member. Bruce’s cock beats his own impressive member by at least another foot. Foot and a half, tops. The colt hopes that he’s able to match the biggest stud as he gets older. With how big he is, the overly intelligent anthro goes up to hold the impressive size and girth. Like a 5th leg. It could easily crossbreed with anything and anyone who wants a piece. 


Not like anyone could take him. 


Avery wants to. He wants to take that big bastard down to the root. Feeling him root around and claim his insides like a fucking animal. But at his current size and inexperience, it would be impossible. And a sure way to get hurt.


For now, they’d both only have to deal with what they can do now.


Avery holds onto both Bruce’s and his own heavy slabs of meat. Compared to Bruce, he’s barely anything. He couldn’t even imagine trying to take him. But the thought of it. Strapped down and forced to take every last inch of that big thing…


As Avery thought about his depraved fetishes, he strokes himself and his rival off. The pungent smell of musk is as overpowering as his own desires. Ir reaches the back of his mind as he continues playing with the two of them. Biting his lip before bringing the heavy meat to his mouth. Licking it. Tasting the faint trace of body oils and overwhelming heat behind the flaring tip. Avery replicates the things he saw his mommy and daddy do sometimes. Unable to take the big tip into his mouth, he focuses on the piss flit. Kissing it. Sucking and licking it. Using both hands to pleasure the eager stud while he lets his own cock flail around. Beating and twitching.


He could hear Bruce grunting. His heavy hooves stomping around him, as if coaching him to go or else he’ll be hurt. 


Avery knows he’s safe. But the idea is enough to make his own nuts squeeze out a dollop of cum from his spent sack. 


Bruce grunts and starts thrusting. The massive spear flopping out of his hands as he continues trying to worship it.         


        “Come on Bruce. Relax. Just me and you this time. Maybe we can have some fun with the ladies next time. But right now, I wanna walk home smelling like you too.”


After breeding with Jessica, Avery smells exactly like her. From his crotch down, she left him covered in it. The pungent order exciting the stud in his arms as he continues making out with the broad end of the cannon between his legs. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the barn again as Avery feels himself cumming from simply sucking and kissing his rival’s cock. The heavy smell of musk and sweaty balls drowns out his thoughts, only leavy the desire to indulge.


Not satisfied with only getting a hint, Avery moves to handle Bruce’s heavy, leather sack. If his own balls were a couple of pounds each, the feral’s sack is several times that. Like kettle bell weights in a durable bag.


Holding them.


Admiring them.


It made the young foal want to be like him one day. Dragging his tongue across the unwashed sack, it tasted spicy. Bitter. Sweaty and salty. Taking one into his muzzle was tough and the big wallflower twitched at the act but didn’t seem to mind. One ball in the mouth, the greedy pervert took the other in as well. 


        ‘This is heaven…’ He thought to himself as he gagged on ripe, horse balls. He could feel the stunds balls contracting around his lips and tongue. Giving them a wash with his young tongue and mouth as if that’s all he cares about. He could feel it. 


The horny foal moves back to Bruce’s sack. Grabbing his own, he presses them together. Rubbing and mixing their scenets together. Frottage the bigger feral beast. Feeling his own scent being washed over by the bigger, stronger and mature male. Admiring just the density difference between them. Wrecking balls of different izes back to back. The more Avery did so, the more he wished he could take his Rivals’ member.


But there’s the next best thing.


Fully erect once again, Avery moves to Bruce’s side, hand on his side to let him know where he is. The loud slap of his heavy cock aganist his stomach echos againist the rest oif the stall. 


Avery guides the heavy cock to his own, the tips pressing up to and against each other. Even with the overwhelming difference in size, it only made the contact better in the boy’s eyes. Thrusting up into the fat battering ram, the tips pressing into each other. Sticky goo swaping between them as they butt heads over and over. 


        “God you’re massive!” 


The older stud responds by bucking his hips, gliding his cock across the smaller foal’s meat and reaching right to the base of his stomach. Poking and prodding with excitement as the two rub against each other. Swords crossing, lathering each other in the remains of the studs playtime with his beloved mare of the night. Bruce snorts and huffs, the end of his cock flexing and coating the base of his ‘rival’s’ in his strong smelling discharge. 


Cocks touching. Glazing each other in the scent of one of their mares. Due to Bruce rarely getting a chance to enjoy himself, his excitement grows. Balls tightening as they bounce back and forth, eager for some much needed tension release!


And just like that, it finally happens.


Bruce feels the first fiery hot blast run across the length, hitting his medial ring down to the base. Eyes wide open, the horny foal boy grabs his tip and presses it aganist the raging stom of his rivals’ eruption. He could feel the rapid blast strikes aganist his own flared tip.


Avery’s eyes flutter as he feels some of the feral seed run down and inside his own length, like some sort of display of dominance between them. Not wanting to lose, the boy fires out his own load, trying to meet and counter the invasion. 


The resulting splatter causes a mess between their shared cock tunnel. One flooding into the other. Then back to the other. Fluids fight against muscles as they flex their balls. Cum swapping between each other’s balls. Bruce feels relief while Avery’s balls churn out and fire their mixed loads back between them. A large puddle of muck forms on the floor, mixing their fertile goo into a perverse mess. 


The birthday foal lets out a grunt as he fights once again to stay standing as the more mature feral paints his lower half in thick horse nut sludge. Knee buckling, the warm still freshy potent nut lathering his body. 


A minute later, Avery’s laying underneath Bruce, panting, moaning and rubbing the still warm cream over himself. Some of it across his own package, rubbing the potent contents over his balls. Allowing the still oozing end of Bruce’s cock to dribble down into his maw. The intensely bitter ball brew sticks to his tongue. Fighting to gret down into his throat but in the end, it went down.


        ‘I love this fucking place.’


With a bold, drunken smile on his face, the birthday foal found himself walking back to the large, single mansion on his special homestead. Unassuming. Comfortable. In the dead of night, cock bouncing around, slowly going back into his sheath. Balls hanging low and satisfied from his perverte dnight escapades. 


No one awak to see him in his nude state. Even with the unmissable stench of cum radiating off him. Bits of his long night dripped off him as he went to his room, showered and fell asleep in his comfortable bed. 


Avery smiled, growing excited at his next night here…


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