{"id":263534,"date":"2026-07-14T14:39:10","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:39:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/if-wishes-were-horses-furry-erotica-j-r-psmith\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:39:10","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:39:10","slug":"if-wishes-were-horses-furry-erotica-j-r-psmith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/if-wishes-were-horses-furry-erotica-j-r-psmith\/","title":{"rendered":"If Wishes Were Horses Furry Erotica – J R Psmith"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She smelled amazing too, she was clean and fresh, not wearing any perfume or lotion. I could actually smell her. I could scent her in a way I could never have done before, it was very distinct, even more distinctive than her face. I enjoyed it as she stroked my long face with her hand, very relaxing. Melissa on the other hand, she smelled wrong. Evil. A scent of sulfur seemed to emanate off her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy cousins have a farm, and ended up with more horses than they could handle so they have to get rid of some. It wasn\u2019t a breeding farm and most of the horses weren\u2019t all that valuable so I was able to talk them into letting me have one if I could promise it would be well taken care of. I mean I didn\u2019t want a horse myself, but I knew you did. So here you are!\u201d Melissa explained. They spoke about me right in front of me like I wasn\u2019t even here.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my god! Melissa, this is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. What\u2019s his name?\u201d Sarah asked. \u201c\u2018She\u2019 actually.\u201d Melissa said taking a moment to look me in the eye. SHE? SHE!? I thought to myself I whinnied loudly, with my ears flat back against my head. My reflex was to bite her. Flat teeth aside I think I could take a chunk out of her, but Sarah put her hand back on my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cEasy girl.\u201d she said soothingly. It was strangely effective, I calmed down immediately with her cooing voice. \u201cFeisty too.\u201d Melissa continued. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t really have a name, nor much training really. My cousins farm was pretty large and impersonal. She has a registered show name, but nobody really talked to her so she doesn\u2019t have a familiar name. Really you could pick any name you like.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, well that\u2019s nice.\u201d Sarah said. \u201cI\u2019ll have to think about that for a while, see what her personality is really like.\u201d I have a name! I screamed inside my head. Michael, my name is Mike Goddammit! I neighed loudly as if I could shout at them for real. They were standing there discussing me like a piece of meat. I guess I was for that matter. I tossed my head in frustration. \u201cEasy girl. It will be alright.\u201d Sarah said soothingly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you\u2019re not really used to people, but I will take great care of you.<\/p>\n

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I went to the barn on campus because I knew Sarah would be practicing. She rode every day after classes. She was beautiful. Long brown hair, big blue eyes, a smile that just melted my heart. We had several classes together over the last few semesters and I had helped her with her assignments a few times, as part of a study group. She knew my name, but we weren\u2019t friends, acquaintances I guess. We could have been strangers for all that got me.<\/p>\n

I never could work up the courage to ask her out on a date. Every once in awhile when I didn\u2019t have much class work to do I would head over to the stables to watch her practice. I don\u2019t know if she ever noticed me. If she did she gave no indication of it. I sat on the bleachers by the side of the ring and watched her practice. I was on the end of the bleachers just a few rows up, part of me wanted her to notice me, part of me was scared she would.<\/p>\n

There were a few other people scattered across the bleachers so I didn\u2019t stand out too much. Several other horse and rider pairs circled the ring at various gates, a few crossed the low jumps scattered through the middle of the ring. I used to ride myself, when I was younger. That was before my parents split up and my life got turned upside down, but that\u2019s a different story.<\/p>\n

I could have joined the riding team for the college, but I never really got back into it. I just didn\u2019t have that much interested, but here I was watching her ride. I rode english hunt seat, just as she did. I knew my way around a horse, and I knew what to look for watching her practice. She posted around the curve of the ring in perfect time with her mount. Heels down, back straight, but not rigid. Her commands were subtle so it appeared that her horse, Charlie, just knew what she wanted.<\/p>\n

Not really her horse, Charlie belonged to the school. He was a fine beast, but lacking in grace. Really he had been doing much better since she started training him, but she could have been really great if she had a better horse. Her own that wouldn\u2019t get confused with the different ways of other riders she had to share with.<\/p>\n

On one level I admired her equestrian skills, but on a whole other level I lusted for her body.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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