Rolling your shoulders, you picked up the heavy bucket of oats and began to walk, each step producing a squelching sound as the wet mud underfoot was compacted by your boots. Your other hand adjusted your overalls as you looked up to the overcast sky. Not a single scrap of blue could be found in your entire field of view, and so you turned your view downwards, towards the muddy ground of your farm once again. It didn't take long to reach the paddock where you kept your horses, it being only a short distance away from the farmhouse; and as usual, a small swarm of horses met you, each and every one of them trying to get at the oats you held in the large metal bucket.
You weren't quite sure at what point anthros appeared, but by the time you were born their numbers were large enough to replace some species almost entirely. Never once in your entire life had you seen a non-anthro dog, cat, horse or sheep, except for in old photos and drawings. Talking about dogs, you'd told your sheepdog to remain inside for now and rest for when you needed her. It was almost time to shear the sheep again, and she'd need all of her energy for herding them about.
Entering the paddock, you hold the bucket of oats to your chest, wading through the swarm of mares trying to pilfer the food from you. With a good two or so decades of practice, you effortlessly weave through the crowd, ducking under hugging arms, through gals in the crowd, even underneath legs if you had to. You quickly make it to the horses' trough and pour in their food, retreating some as the crowd swarms around it. You had a small herd of horses, about twelve of them in all. All were female - you didn't want them running off to another farm and impregnating every made there - and all were far taller than your height of five feet and eight inches. The shortest mare you owned was exactly six feet tall. All were also heavily muscled due to their equine bodies' development, and many sported tantalisingly large breasts and behinds.
Many finishing off their meal within seconds, you are beset by a kissing, licking, hugging mass of horse; curves squish into you from every direction, muscled arms squeeze you tight. You lay there, dazed, head spinning as your mares finish lavishing their affections on you. But as they move back into their own groups, one remains.
Fur the colour of chestnuts, a mane black as the night sky. Grey, three-fingered hands gently grasp your sides, effortlessly lifting you up from the muddy ground, as if you were no more than a toddler. The bulky, muscular arms hold you against a torso just as muscular, before their owner moves you up beyond her breasts, allowing you to see her face. "Hey, Bella," you say, swallowing.
The Mars smiles wide. "Hello, Master," she almost shouts, muzzle immediately beginning to bore into you, her tongue lashing out at irregular intervals. "Look, Master, I stayed behind to help you after the other horses went away! Am I a good girl? Did I please you, Master?" There she goes again. Always wanting to please you, to seem better than the other horses. The brunt of her muzzle presses into you tenderly, and you feel a slight blush coming over you.
"I- I, uh," you stammer as Bella big brown eyes seem to stare into your very soul. You swallow, regaining your composure - and try to ignore the mare's breasts pushing into you, her nipples already hard. "Yes, Bella, you're a good girl." At your words, the mare snorts happily, tail swishing left and right as she wiggles about in joy, letting out a little squeal. Before Bella can begin to lavish her own praises on you, however, you interrupt her: "The fields could do with some ploughing, Bella. Think you're up to it?"
The mare gently places you on the ground, allowing you to look up at her body, which, compared to yours, was utterly massive. Thick, corded muscles tensed and bulged at her command, as she flexed her strong arms, the muscles seeking to swell even larger as she did so. "Eee, more than up to it," the young mare squeals, her high-pitched voice at odds with her intimidating appearance. She lowers her muzzle one last time, licking the top of your head. "Ooh, I won't disappoint you, Master, I'm such a good girl!"
As Bella sprinted away, towards the shed where you kept the farming equipment, you couldn't help but feel her affections felt stronger than before. As of her entire body was stronger. Brushing it off, you go about your daily routine until it is time to plough the fields.
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