1st Drabble of August (Patreon)

McCree/Hanzo - centaur!Hanzo; farmer!McCree - Centaur Hanzo is horny and McCree obliges.

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Jesse whistles a long, lazy sound that winds up and down like a snake, and Hanzo – a small dappled spot at the far end of the enclosure – immediately lifts his head. McCree whistles again, and the little stud works his way up onto his hoofs and gallops over to him.

Jesse smiles crookedly, a long straw of hay in one corner of his mouth, and extends his arm towards the pony centaur, but despite Hanzo having come over rather excitedly, he now skirts around him in an arch just wide enough that Jesse can’t grab at him. His dark eyes eye the headcollar McCree has hanging in the crook of his arm, and after a while of Jesse taking a step closer and Hanzo taking a step back, he sighs and throws it into the grass a few feet away.

Finally, Hanzo steps closer to get his grey-and-white dappled body petted by McCree’s big, warm hands.

“You are spoiled,” Jesse murmurs. One of Hanzo’s small hoofs kicks the ground uncomfortably close to McCree’s own foot. It’s easy to forget how intelligent Hanzo is. “Yeah, it’s alright. I like spoiling you.”

He brushes him and cleans his hoofs while Hanzo stays still like a good boy. He does not need the headcollar most of the time, but Jesse would like to get him used to being treated like a normal centaur anyway. Maybe Hanzo is too old for that now.

He has other skill sets anyway. As Jesse lets down his last hind leg, wiping his hands clean on his jeans, Hanzo lifts his tail out of the way, showing off his pouty, dark hole.

Jesse grins, eyes hidden beneath the shadow cast by the brim of his hat.

“Oh? Are you horny?” He pats Hanzo’s rump, just where his tail starts, and the pony hunches down a bit, shuffling his hind legs apart. Jesse glances up, and Hanzo is bracing himself against the fence with his hands, glancing back across his shoulder, face half-hidden by his dark hair. 

He’s a good height to get fucked. He might act like he’s as big as Gabriel or Akande, but truth is he is a pony; and a bit of a stocky one at that. He has broad shoulders and muscular arms and a nice plump chest; all of which is mirrored in his lower half: a well-fed pony body, strong and with glossy fur… and a gorgeous little ass that Jesse can get so easily at.

His cock is out in just a few motions, and Hanzo stays nice and still for Jesse to slowly press his dick into the soft, giving hole he has presented like a whore.

Like the whore he’s been before he’s been brought to Jesse’s little farm. He’d never thought he’d get his hands on a Shimada stud, but life is strange like that.

Hanzo throws his head back, hair flying. It is getting long, but he refuses to let Jesse cut it. He sighs as Jesse slowly starts fucking him, his butter soft hole dragging outwards whenever Jesse pulls back, suckling on his cock and keeping it warm. While Gabriel needs more than Jesse’s dick to be happy, Hanzo is small enough to be satisfied with a human, even though he likes to pretend he isn’t.

Maybe next time he should be a bit mean to him instead of catering to the pony’s every whim. Maybe have him tethered to the side of the barn and one of his hind legs lifted in a sling. Keep him unbalanced so he has to struggle a bit. Let the others watch how Jesse keeps the prince nice and trussed up.

It would go a long way for keeping Hanzo from being spoiled, he thinks.