why he even bothered. He didn’t get anything accomplished on schedule. Then again, why would he? He tried to milk a horse, shoe a cow, and wring a pig’s neck. His heart wasn’t in farming, and his dick determined the only place he wanted to be was in bed.
Giving up the task of doing a rancher’s chores, Conrad left a few buckets of grain on the edge of a foaling stall and headed up to the loft. He’d just started down the ladder with a bale of hay when he heard the clopping sound of hooves.
Damn! One of the mares must’ve been feeling frisky and knocked down the gate again. He was going to have to get that darn fence mended in the lower fields so he could make sure he kept his stock secure.
Jumping across a few planks, he divided the bale into sections and fed the horses on the left side of the barn. He’d fool with the darn runaway in a minute. He’d just rounded the corner and started down the other side of the stable when a beautiful Palomino pony practically ran him over.
“What the hell?” He gaped at the small creature and wondered which of the neighboring farmers perhaps lost the adorable four-legged animal. “You must be a renegade,” he said, grabbing a halter and lead rope.
In an attempt to secure the pony, he slid the halter over the small horse’s head and started toward the front of the barn. “I’ll let you stay the night here,” he said, speaking to the animal like he expected the pony to put up a fight. “I have some special guests to attend to or else I’d try to find your owner.”
He only deserted the four-legged creature for a moment. The time away from the cross-ties was long enough to leave him surprised when he returned. Where the Palomino once stood, Kimberly was on her knees, laughing hysterically.
She was naked. That wasn’t necessarily a problem.
“What are you doing, pray tell?” he asked, eyeing the best breasts in the country.
“Talk to me about those special guests you’re entertaining, and I’ll tell you all of my secrets.”
With the oversized red halter dangling from her neck and the lead clipped to the end, Conrad didn’t have to ask. “You’re a horse?”
“Pony,” she corrected, crawling toward him and seemingly unbothered by the pebbles her knees skimmed across.
“And a man?”
“Not anymore,” she reminded him. “You more or less took care of that problem when we became a unit.”
“A unit?”
“Yes.” Kimberly smiled, fingering his zipper.
“And what is a unit, exactly?”
“A family,” she informed him, easing his belt away from its loops.
“And you’re looking for a family, aren’t you, Kimberly?” he asked, stroking her cheek.
“Beats living in a barn,” she told him, tearing away at his denim like a hungry little thing.
“And you’ve been living in a stable?”
“You surely don’t think sex shifters are only able to shift from one sex to another. Gender shifters generally hide inside their animal counterparts. We can disguise ourselves better.”
“By living with other animals?”
“You should try it sometime.”
“I think I’ll pass.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing, Conrad. There’s a good time to be had scattering hay.”
“You’re all about having a good time, aren’t you?” Conrad asked, loving the way she approached him. Kimberly was always ready for sex, something Conrad didn’t think would change as she aged. It was a sex shifter’s most appealing trait.
“I’m all about you,” she promised, licking his dick.
He growled when she tugged him between her lips. Her attentive tongue eased up and down his shaft, and he felt the explosive impulse to grab her by the hair of the head and sink between her cheeks at a rapid speed.
Since he’d dealt with those cravings all day long, he went with it. The consequences left him more sated than he could’ve ever imagined…and yet he wasn’t completely satisfied. He was hungry, but the blood he wanted wasn’t Kimberly’s. He had
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