Marina’s nose turned towards the smell of testosterone, which seemed to condense into a visible fog around the horse. As they made eye contact, they stepped closer to each other. Marina immediately noticed to things about this horse man: he was extremely well-endowed, and he was sweaty. Her pussy started to drool, her hormones going on autopilot around this muscular equine. They just stared at each other, looking at each of their features. Marina was liking what she saw: glistening muscles, 12 pack abs, swollen calfs, muscles everywhere, not to mention he smelled like a gym locker, which made Marina even more wet. After what seemed like an hour of staring, the horse introduced himself. “Hey, I’m Dale. Nice to meet a plump skunk in these parts.” Marina had to physically shake herself out of her stupor, but finally managed to respond, “y-y-yeah, hi abs, I mean Dale! I’m Marina, nice to meet you.” Her attention never truly leaving his body. Dale chuckled, used to this kind of attention, as he touched Marina’s shoulder, “Wanna head back to my place? I got PLENTY for you to snack on there, and maybe, we can show off a little...” Marina payed attention to the way Dale said that, seemingly mimicking her behavior, his shorts getting tighter and tighter. She wanted to peel his shorts off right there and ride his musky shaft in front of everyone, but she refrained, not wanting to mess up this opportunity. “Ok Dale...” she chimed in, lost in her lust. They left the meet and greet early and headed to Dale’s apartment, which was smaller than Marina’s. She barely fit in the doorway but she could immediately tell this was worth it. The whole apartment smelled like him, from the couch, to the kitchen, all the way up to the bedroom. Dale was a bit of a muscle head, so there were exercise magazines and a few weights scattered on the floor. But Marina hit the mother-load as Dale walked her into his room. She came in her shorts and panties after witnessing his strip off his clothes and pile them on the floor and picked up a jock strap off the ground. “I don’t know what you’re into, but I’m proud of my smell, hard workouts make me sweat and gas out my roommates, but I love it.” Marina responded by struggling to take off her shirt and popping off her shorts, showing Dale her messy, slobby glory. Dale responded in kind by giving her what she wanted, all 3 feet of his massive shaft presented to her in his now tight jock strap. Marina’s nipples perked up and before long, they were fur to fur, smelling each other, licking each other, kissing each other. Dale’s jock strap was the first thing to break, causing him to squeak out a protein-flavored fart into the bedroom. Marina responded with her own skunky blast, causing her crusty, dirty panties to rip, leaving her bottomless. “To be honest, I don’t know why you wear that. Maybe you have a fetish for breaking clothes...” Marina shut him up by rimming his asshole and fondling his sweaty balls. Dale started to whinny, lost in his ecstasy, before he got up and turned towards Marina and said, “I’m cumming babe, where do you want it?” Marina quickly swallowed as much as Dale’s enormous shaft as she could, before she started to get pumped full of hot horse cum. Marina greedily swallowed it all, leaving her stomach taut. She then turned her skunky ass towards him and said, “Now I want you to take me.” Dale immediately rammed her donut asshole, causing him to bust again as she gave him extra stimulation due to her farting on his dick. Still, Dale kept pumping until Marina got up, flipped over, and squirted into Dale’s mouth. Both jizz and farts combined to create a very fragrant musk on Dale’s bed. They both laid there, one exhausted and empty, the other exhausted and full, punctuated by a crass belch from Marina. Dale wakes up 30 min later and goes down into his kitchen to make Marina something to eat. Marina...