The Stables

You close the door to the cool milk shed and wipe a bit of sweat from your brow. Despite how... draining... the first task of the day has been you feel like you're quickly re-engergizing. Thinking back to the chalkboard you remember the list of what else needs to be done. One tasks sticks out in your mind and you decide it's time to pay the stables a visit.

You wonder if there's a map to the layout of the Big Barn because you don't really know where everything is. You think about where the milking station and chicken pens are situated and realise the interior of the Big Barn must reflect a similar layout to the farm proper, so you reorient yourself with those two land marks then head in the direction the horse stables would be.

Your assumptions are correct and reach the stables quickly. The mini-stable within the barn consists of just three horse boxes and you walk past two of them since they are disappointingly empty. Upon reaching the third however you're greeted with a surprise. There is an adjustable bench of some kind in the stall, which looks supremely sturdy, because sitting on it right now are a pair of tall morphed mares, their muzzles locked with eachother's. You hear the taller, more muscular one with a rich auburn coat whinny into the other's throat, their hands busily caressing and stroking each other's naked, smooth furred bodies. The smaller one, her hair a creamy beige and with a lither figure senses your presence and her pale blue eyes pop open and see you staring. She quickly pushes the larger one off her which causes her paramour to moan in confusion, a thick glittering string of saliva roped between their now separated lips. She yelps when the beige one points to you and both horses quickly jump onto their two hooved feet and try to look like they weren't just caught passionately making out a moment ago. They stand before you with a **** casualness.

You see their full heights now. The one with the auburn coat and fiery orange mane has wide shoulders and is very obviously muscular in her frame and her strong arms and thick legs. Her abdominal muscles are clearly defined under the slightly paler shade for the fur that runs down from her chin to her crotch, which helps make the pink nipples of her swelled breasts pop out more. And they do pop. She is a workhorse and helps in various tasks in the fields that her powerful yet feminine body is suited for. Her name is Chessie.

Standing next to her, about a head shorter, is a much slimmer figure with evident grace to her curves and leaner limbs. She is a dancer, or more accurately does dressage ballet. Her fit dancer's body has a deceptive strength to it. Her name is Rosa, probably because through the paleness of her fur you can actually see her blushing.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," you say, smiling as you walk up to them. They both can't seem to look you in the eye so you settle for admiring their beautiful forms instead. Rosa is a bit taller than you but it feels like Chessie towers over you. The way she shyly stares at the floor is in stark contrast to how powerful and confidently her muscular body makes her stand.

"We knew you were comin'," says Rosa who can finally meet your gaze now. "Me and Chess' got to talkin' about you and got a little... excited." You hear 'Chess' lick her lips and look up at her but she still tries to focus on viewing anything else in the stall.

"Well I'm here now," you say, shrugging, your erection bobbing. "I'm supposed to... massage you?" That's what the list of tasks said, and you flex your fingers in anticipation.

"Yes," answers Rosa smiling, her tone coy. "Our bodies are ever so sore."