This story contains bestiality, predicament bondage, light scat play, and several other regular sex acts. Viewer discretion advised. This story is a work in progress.

Rose probably couldn't have found herself in a worse situation on a late, starry Thursday night. Not even thirty minutes ago she had been woken up by dastardly thieves wanting to relieve her home of anything not nailed down. A cold hand across her lips had kept her rapid screem to a heavy muffle, and the sharp steel at neck made her realize the gravity of her situation. The rather young sounding home invader told her to not scream again, pushing the knife harder against her skin to hammer home his point. He told her that they only wanted her valuables and that if she cooperated he'd leave her alive. Not wanting to escalate her situation, she told him and his accomplices that she had some jewelry in the bathroom and bit of cash in the closet. All but one of her invaders dispersed to find the loot while she was taken downstairs and outside. "Thank God it was summer" she thought to herself, her tank top and panties being the only thing she usually wore to bed. She was allowed the only thing she kept outside, a pair of boots, and was marched down to her barn. Rose owned a small farm that in its hay day had cows chickens and a few horses, but that had long since passed. Now the only animals left were the 2 horses she kept out of nostalgia or more likely a need for any form of company. She was taken through the barn doors to one of the stalls just inside. She knew that this was Dixons stall, but he was in the paddock. It made tying her to the stall bars even easier and in no time she was bound facing the exterior of the barn. Her captor left her there and returned to the house. In no time at all the thieves had loaded up some SUV with anything and everything worth a buck and escaped back into the night. Rose was left in shock as to what had transpired and didn't even start to struggle against her binds for atleast an hour. When she did though she found herself thoroughly stuck. The ziptiesholdingg her weren't coming loose any time soon so she ceased yanking on them so she could think. The noise had drawn Dixon closer to his stall to investigate who was in there. He calmly walked up to his former rider with the grace only a horse can have. Rose wasn't very concerned about his presence. He may have been a giant animal, but he couldn't hurt a fly and definitely not a helpless woman. He stood next to her sniffing at her clothing at face, probably curious why she would be on here without his food. Rose was very thankful she had just given him a bath that afternoon, his usual horse smell was replaced by a scent of peach shampoo. Dixon on the other hand wasn't as excited about it, he had been scratching everything in his reach ever since. Apparently the new shampoo Gabe him quite the itch but rose hadn't yet noticed. Rose watched dixong push his flank closer to her, almost right against her chest. She had no idea why he was acting so strangely but it soon became apparent. His hat coat was very frazzled meaning he had been scratching against the posts for a while. When rose didn't react to his maneuvering, he decided to move closer and pressed against her directly. Rose now understood he was wanting scratched from her but she was in no position to provide it, not with her gands atleast. Dixon tired of waiting began to rub his side against her so that hopefully she would relieve his irritation.