[ they could certainly move to one, if the little half-cow would be so bold as to untie him and lead him out of the box stall by his halter like it was official business. shiro groans behind his bit, wishing furiously that he could see what was going on. the noises and scents are driving him crazy, the hot vise of the calf's throat tightening around him just for a second before shiro pulls back, worried about pushing too much or too fast. just the feel of that soft, clever tongue tickling over the head of his cock is overwhelming, teasing along the veins and greedily lapping up the fat drops of precome he's producing.
then a new scent wafts up, and shiro jerks mindlessly at his restraints, snorting in helpless eagerness over the smell of a breeder's slick permeating the warm closeness of the stall. he wants to bury his face in it, wants to drag his tongue over it, and his cock jerks and twitches violently, gushing out a stream of precome. ]
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then a new scent wafts up, and shiro jerks mindlessly at his restraints, snorting in helpless eagerness over the smell of a breeder's slick permeating the warm closeness of the stall. he wants to bury his face in it, wants to drag his tongue over it, and his cock jerks and twitches violently, gushing out a stream of precome. ]