Malon slid the barn door shut. The sky behind the long building shone azure with the final light from the setting sun. It was already so late. Getting the cows in order for the evening had taken longer than she had planned; Malon would have to be quick if she was going to be on time for her meating.

Hurrying across the open space between the barn and the horse pen, Malon quickly unlatched the gate and let it swing open. She hummed quietly to herself. All her life she had lived on this ranch, helping her parents care for the animals, milking the cows, collecting eggs from the chickens, feeding. But the horses had always been her closest bonds. In a way they had taken as much care of her as she had of them. Malon knew them all on a personal level, every preference and personal quirk of the seven stallions and one mare.

Epona had been her father's pride, and now that Ingo had taken over, she was his. So much did Ingo love Epona that he had forbidden Malon from tending to her. Tending the one horse was the only work Ingo really did. The rest was up to her.

Ever since the Princess had disappeared and that Ganondorf had taken Hyrule Castle, things had changed. Malon's father had never been the responsible type, so Malon was used to doing most of the work, and double checking what she didn't do. But Ingo was more than just work-shy. He was downright obstructive. Ever since he had taken over the ranch had struggled to make ends meet.

Malon had thought much about running away. But she had nowhere to go, and she simply couldn't leave her father, or her animals, to that slimy scoundrel. So she had stayed. Done the work. And she had done what she could to keep them all afloat.

As she stepped inside the horsepen, all seven of the regal horses trotted up to her without her needing to call. It was the only thing keeping her going, her love for these creatures, and theirs in return.

All in a neat line, Malon led the troop into the stable. Each one found his own booth without direction. They all knew their routine. She bid them good night, one by one, giving them their evening care. Last she came to Donny. The chestnut coloured stallion stood straight and proud in his personal little alcove. He already knew what was happening. He knew it was his turn tonight.

As she was on a crunch, Malon did not give Donny the full brushing now. He would have to make do with just one, after their work was done. Still, he deserved a few strokes before they got to work.

"Come," Malon whispered, putting her cheek to Donny's long nose, "It's time now." She led the horse back out. She kept the work as far away from the stables as possible for a few reasons. First of all she wanted it to be a private time. Malon would have more control, and she didn't have to worry about the others getting jealous. Of course, they all knew their turn would come soon.

The other – the main – reason she kept away from the other buildings was her fear for what would happen if someone overheard them. If Inigo found out about her little scheme, he would want to take full advantage. Probably force her to work full time with the horses, wringing out every ounce he could get. But that was the lesser worry. A life as a slave under Ingo would be hell, but it would be livable. What she truly worried about was her father.

Despite his laziness and inability to take responsibility, Talon was a sweet man. And Malon knew it would break his heart if he wound out what his precious daughter did while he slept. It would not matter if she explained that she really didn't mind, that, in fact, she quite enjoyed it. Talon would be devastated.

She simply could not live with that.

No, Malon would keep far away from prying eyes. Together, girl and horse, they made their way back out, across the ranch, and into a small tower-like stone structure on the far side of the field. It was never used, and Malon doubted anyone but her had even stuck their head inside to look around for years.

Here Malon had laid out hay across the floor, and stored away a few things to aid in the nighttime work. There wasn't much space, but she worked with what she had. She always did.

"We are already a little late, so we'll have to get started right away." Malon gave Donny a little pat, moving down his side. "But I'm guessing you're already set to go." She bent down to find that he, indeed, was.

Malon kicked off her boots, throwing them into the corner. She couldn't afford to make a mess of her clothes, lest someone get suspicious, so it was easiest to just get rid of them from the start. Of course, it also made it all easier later. Socks, scarf, shirt and skirt quickly followed, all carelessly chucked into the same corner.

At first she had felt awkward being naked around the animals. To her, a horse was just as much a person as a human, and she felt just as embarrassed having their eyes on her as any man's. But, she reasoned, since they were naked all the time, the horses likely found her more normal without the clothes.

She untied her bandeau, freeing her developed breast. In a quick push, her panties were at her ankles, revealing her puffy lips and curly, red bush. The underwear, too, joined the pile of clothes. Then, Malon got on her hands and knees, crawling in under Donny's belly. She sat down, hay cushioning her butt, crossing her legs.

Malon only gave herself a moment to admire the task in front of her before she got to it. She put her hands around the thick shaft of Donny's erection, feeling the heat through the veiny skin. The massive penis – easily the width of her wrist – stiffened to its full hardness as Malon began to caress it.

Not wasting any time, Malon bent forward, hungrily parting her lips. Slowly, she let the flat-ended tip into her mouth, the girth stretching her jaw to its limits. She linked across the head, then pressed her tongue into the opening of the urethra.

Donny gave a thrust, shoving himself to the back of Malon's throat. She gagged, coughing out saliva around the thick shaft. She patted Donny's side, making him step back. Malon preferred to be in control for this part. The horses, though kindly, had a poor understanding of her limits. They often got eager, but would ease off when told to.

She pumped her hands as she licked and sucked, driving him to release as fast as she could. She had a schedule to keep, and this was just the preamble. A jet of salty pre sprayed into her mouth, indicating the end was approaching. He drank down the liquid and redoubled her efforts.

And, soon enough, Donny reached his release. Shot after shot of hot, salty liquid poured into her mouth, filling her cheeks as she desperately swallowed. It was thick and musty, and not entirely pleasant. But Malon would take what she got, she needed her taste.

The first round was always the lowest quality. Having seven stallions to care for, Malon had them on a rolling schedule. Each day was one horse. That meant a week would go by between each horse got his turn, leaving the first shot of the night a little … overcooked.

That was why she always started off with her mouth. Make sure the product was up to quality, and, of course, get a taste of it herself.

Drinking down the last few drops, Malon let Donny's still-hard cock pop out of her lips. A stray bead rolled down her cheek. Malon wiped her mouth, crawling back out from under the horse.

"Good job," she commended, giving him another pat. "Tastes great as always. Now let's get to the real work." She stepped across the room where she had set up a special box-like contraption. It was her own design, built to make the process a bit easier. It was raised up to about chest-height, requiring her to scramble to get into it.

It was like a rectangular chest, with the short ends removed. Malon opened the lid, climbing into it. She laid down on her knees so that her chest was pressed against her calves head sticking out one end and butt and toes the other. There was a bit of padding, but she kept it to a minimum as it would be hard to clean if it got a diary. Folded up, it was not exactly comfortable, but it was something she would endure, for the pleasure it let her experience, and the money to keep the ranch afloat.

She closed the lid over herself, locking herself in. There was a latch near her butt, which she could reach with her fingers – arms laid alongside herself – that would release the lid in an emergency. Malon had never needed to use it, but it was good to have.

"I'm ready," Malon said, "up you go!" Before her words were entirely out, Donny's front legs were already on the box, his raging cock plunging into her. A strange, guttural sound bubbled up within Malon as her vulva was stretched to its limit. It escaped her lips as a gagged-sounding groan before she gritted her teeth against the intense forces working on her nethers.

Donny began thrusting right away, only the head having made it inside. The jerking stimulation brought forth gushing streams of Liquids from Malon's folds, easing the intrusion. Every shove brought the cock deeper and deeper into her, forcing her Vagina wider and wider open. Had it not been hidden by the rig Malon had strapped herself into, a noticeable bulge would have shown on her stomach.

Malon herself could not see much at all. Even if her eyes had not been clenched shut, and her vision blurry with tears, the box prevented her from moving her head more than a few degrees. All she could have had for visuals through the bone rattling mating game would have been a grey stone wall.

As Donny dug into her depths, reaching the end of the accessible part of her mating tunnel, Malon groaned loudly. Electric sparks fired through her, making her clench and unclench her jaw again and again. When Donny pulled out to the tip, she felt as if her insiders would follow him out.

Then, he rammed himself back in. Hot pain flashed deep in her belly, vision going white. But as it retreated, it gave way for an unrivalled pleasure. She growled as she came, toes curling as her whole body shook with the sensation. Not for a second did the horse let up. Again and again he plunged to her very depth, causing her, and the entire rig to jolt. Malon spasmed wildly, tears running down her cheeks, discharge spraying from her folds, perspiration prickling all across her skin.

She could barely breathe as fierce lightning shot through her limbs, making her convulse again and again. With each thrust from Donny – amplified by Malon's involuntary orgasm-induced jerks – her back hit the lid of the box. The wood rattled as the entire breeding rig shook. She could no longer feel her legs, a combination of the cramped space and the sensory overload.

Finally, Donny too reached his peak. He planted himself as deep within Malon as he could, his head pressed tight against her poor cervix. As rope after rope unloaded within her, the pressure built. For a moment Malon almost thought she would burst, before the cum finally found a way out in the thin breach between equine and human. Hot, white seed surged forth, cascading down from Malon's stuffed and soaking vulva.

All the sperm was collected in a metal basin below the rig, and funnelled down into a larger troth where Malon could then collect it all when she was finished. Of course, at the time most of it was still safely stowed inside of her.

Malon had not realised she hadn't been breathing until Donny finally pulled out of her. She gasped deeply, almost loud enough to drown out the heavy splatter as almost a pint's worth of semen was ejected from her folds and landed in the basin. Letting out an incoherent whine, Malon writhed against the self-imposed constraints of her little box. She still couldn't feel her legs, and likely wouldn't for the next hour or so.

Of course, none of this was new to her. Malon had gone through the same process every day for almost a year now. Still, there was little that could dampen the utter brutality of being fucked by a horse, no matter how many times one did so. But some things did get more comfortable over time. For the first month or so, Malon had been constantly sore. She had walked bow-legged over the farm as she did her duties, terrified that someone would suspect something. Now the aches usually only lasted an hour after they finished, and they were more than made up for by the utterly mind-melting pleasure she got out of it.

After a minute or so, Donny was ready to go again. He gave no warning before he heaved himself onto the breeding rig once more, mounting his mare. In a single shove he was as deep inside as he could go. Malon felt as if her organs were pushed aside to make way for the massive cock. She gasped again, breath forced out of her as she was impaled.

Malon always found the first orgasm most enjoyable. That one she could experience in its entirety, from start to finish. From now on it would all melt together, her already overstimulated vagina so sensitive that she would hardly have time to finish one orgasm before the next began. It could get uncomfortable, never getting a reset. She always came at least twice for every one of the horse's releases, putting her in a state of near delirium by the time the stallion was satisfied. But she would persevere. And she would enjoy it.

Donny kept up a steady rhythm. In and out, in and out. He didn't stop once until he came, and then only for a few moments. Malon was constantly gushing, both her own and his, all of it mixing in the funnel below.

As Donny unloaded himself for the second time, Malon timed her own release with his. She wailed as loud as she dare within the little room, as her vagina desperately tried to close in around the impossibly large penis. She shuddered as the heat from the thick cum shot out through her body. Her belly felt like it was on fire.

This time, the horse did not pull out before beginning his thrusting again. All that heavy semen stayed locked inside her as he began his next run.

Slowly Malon's senses started to fuzz. The rhythmic thrusts, the constant stimulation, the clap-clap sound every time the massive cock bottomed out within her. Her toes curled and uncurled again and again as each shove brought the thrilling buzz out through her limbs. Her eyes blurred, cheeks wet, with joyful tears, as she began to lose track of her own mind.

Every orgasm – both her's and Donny's – ripped her pack into reality for just a second. The room shook and vibrated around her as she was drilled hard. A constant stream ran down her legs, woman and horse combined through their release.

By Donny's fourth ejaculation, Malon felt dangerously full. Not once since the first time had the stallion pulled out of her to let his batter escape. Had she not known better, Malon would have expected the cum to start bursting from her mouth as the horse buried himself deep and released all he could. Each pulse seemed to bubble forth within her, impossibly warm, and impossibly voluminous. She would not contain much more.

Beginning his intensive driving anew, Malon's belly ached uncomfortably. But, she still came. Again and again and again, she came, her hips reduced to a quivering sleeve for her horse.

Finally the pressure began to lift. Dunny began to pull out, grinding himself against Malon's tight walls as she uncontrollably clamped down around him. When the head came free, it brought a torrent of thick, warm horse semen bursting out with it. It all splattered down into the funnel below, collecting with the rest.

Then Donny came, spraying himself across Malon's thighs and dripping vulva. In what had become somewhat of a signature move for the old stallion, Donny unloaded his final stores onto his caretaker's soft skin. Rope after rope covered her rear, glazing her in pearly white. It was deliciously warm against her skin, and in the moment's haze it was almost enough to bring the farmgirl over the edge one final time.

For a while, Malon remained suspended inside the breeding rig. It took her mind a long time to recover, and when it did, her limbs refused to cooperate for a while longer. Finally she got herself out of the rig, undoing the lid and climbing down to the hay-strewn floor. She was dripping with fluids; both of theirs. She was sweaty, her legs weak. But, she still had work to do.

The long troth below the rig was over half way full. Malon got out over a dozen bottles, lining them up neatly before the troth. With a thin ladle, she scooped up the precious goo, carefully filling bottle after bottle. In the end she had seventeen full bottles, and another almost half full. It was a good haul. A lot of money.

Malon cleaned up and dressed, then led Donny back to his spot in the stable. Spilled on a ragged cloak she had stowed away, then snuck past the main building, and out of the ranch.

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Hyrule Castle Town was a different place entirely at night. Malon Hurried down the narrow streets, avoiding areas where people gathered as best as she could. It wouldn't take long, she knew where she was going. Just in and out, then she could return to the ranch. To her bed.

The thought of sleep made her redouble her efforts. She rarely got a full night's sleep, and work had been tougher than usual as of late. She turned into a dark alley, turning her face from the light and laughter of the streets. Her heavy boots clacked against the cobbles, the sound echoing between the stone walls.

Malon slowed as she came to the door she was seeking. She had been here nearly every night for the last half year and still a feeling of dread rose up within her as she reached her hand out to knock.

The man who opened it was thin and bony. His face looked almost skeletal in the alley's harsh shadows, long, greasy, black hair running down its sides. His severe frown lightened just a smidge as he saw who had knocked.

"How much?" he said simply. Malon did not really know who her buyer was. It had been a miracle that their interests had aligned as they did. A miracle that there was anyone looking to buy what Malon had to sell. And that they never asked questions.

"Seventeen bottles," Malon said, holding out the sack she had carried them in. It was heavy in a way that almost made her mind a little giddy thinking about it.

The buyer took the sack, throwing a glance inside. "Sample?" he queried. Malon gave him the half-full bottle. In a quick motion the man uncorked it and took a swig. He gulped it down, closing his eyes as he considered. "Damn delicious, girl," he finally declared.

He disappeared into the house for a moment, door closing behind him. Then he was back with a fat sack of coins. Malon took it gratefully, feeling its weight in her hands. Before she could get another word out, the door was slammed shut again, and Malon was left alone in the dark alley.

Slowly she began to make her way back out of the city, sack held tight in her arms. As she exited the wall and crossed the drawbridge, she stopped for a moment. Malon looked back at the city and its lights, dreading her return the next night.