Freya & Ice Cavern & Burmecia copyright SquareSoft
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   Freya walked through the open plains of Burmecia. The lone warrior walked across the fog filled field with a blank look on her face. It had been some since she had seen her lost lover Sir Fratley... or had been loved by anyone. "Ugh," she grunted, "I've been walking to the Ice Cavern for four days now. Why aren't there people around?"
   The rat grunted to herself and sighed. Being alone was something she was very well used to ever since her and Zidane had parted ways several years ago. She needed someone to be with. She needed to be screwed. Her urges in recent weeks had become more fierce. The last time she had gotten herself off really good was when she grinded her spear handle into her spread legs. A nearby patch of trees caught the corner of Freya's eye. It was about high noon and she decided it would be best to take a break in the shade, so Freya walked towards the trees. Placing her spear and armor against the massive oak, she sat herself down in the shade and leaned her back against the trunk. "What to do...?" she muttered.
   Freya closed her eyes and started to think back to her childhood. One of the very few bright spots her childhood had was when her father had taught her how to a ride a horse. At the ripe young age of 13, she had completely mastered the skill. It was also at that time where Freya in the middle of her sexual maturation. None of the boys in her village would give her a second thought when it came to love. The closest thing she had ever seen related to sex was a quick glance at a horse's maleness when it would peak out of its sheath. It was thicker and bigger than any other phallus she had seen at the time. Freya felt intrigued by it. Of course mating with a lower species was out of the question, but right about now she needed a good fuck and that thick piece of horse pole was what she needed... what she wanted between her legs.
   Slowly Freya's paw moved toward her pants and underneath the clothing. She started to stroke at her clit with her fingers, moaning to herself softly. Her insides were already damp with her juices and she started to envision herself being under a thick stud. She saw herself moving that thick glistening pole of horse prick between her lips, sucking on the head and rasping her tongue over the thick glans, while reaching down the horse's belly to cup its large hanging nuts. She started to suckle on the horse cock, swirling her tongue around the massive cock tip. The horse whinnied and grunted, his engorged cock tip flaring. He bucked and Freya gently drug her teeth over the head of flesh, sending thick globs of seed down her throat and trailing down her dribbling chin. By now, her lower garments were completely removed and her fingers were pounding into her deep sex. She grasped one of her breasts through her clothing and rubbed it hard. She saw herself scooting up forward on the horse, to position its thick cock between her labia. She slammed her fist into her sex, moving up to her wrist inside her twat. Freya started to ram her paw into her spread legs, but she began to grow tired. Her leg muscles were aching. Freya whimpered, not able to get herself off with her paw alone. She had no lover. No prospects. All she had to think about having between her legs was that thick horse shaft. Sighing, she withdrew her fist and licked up the juices that were there. Freya panted softly.
   She cursed to herself and grabbed the butt of her spear. She needed sweet release. She wanted a thick horse prick inside her cunt, but the only thing she had thick enough to compare with that was in her grasp. She cried out loudly as she stuffed her trusty weapon deep within her depths. Freya quivered, imagining that she was being taken by that steed she used to ride so long ago. The warrior started a fierce pace with her spear handle, her inner walls clamping around the butt of the weapon. Tears streamed down her face as she drove her dragoon spear deep within her. "Unh... I..." she faltered. Pleasure was overwhelming her. Her sex was firmly tugging at the thick pole. "Fuck me you beast...!"
   Freya mewled and clawed at the ground with her free paw. Nothing was going to stop her from getting off now. She continued to spear her weapon into her sex. She envisioned the horse on its back with her riding its massive shaft. With a heartfelt cry, she came. Her inner walls were fiercely rippling around the handle. "Unnnnnh!" cried Freya. Her peak had hit her. She got what she wanted, going into several nice orgasms. "Yes you big beast..." she hissed to herself. Her head was spinning. Her intense sequence of climaxes came to an unwanted end. It was over. But her forbidden fantasy of being with a steed was firmly planted in her mind. She wanted to do it. Even if it was disgusting. The horse had something she wanted. All Freya had to do was get it. The warrior withdrew her spear handle from her sex and licked her musk off the handle. She gathered her clothing and armor and dressed herself. Freya took her spear and continued on her journey to the Ice Cavern, a new experience that she wanted to embark on firmly planted on her to-do list.

~The End~