A Kirincel Story [Archive]


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                                            >You awoke from another fitful night of near-sleepless rest.

                                            >No, it was not from some year-end academic panic, or the moment of realization that you forgot to file your income taxes.

                                            >It was a more omnipresent burden than that.

                                            >An omnipresent burden that simmered and burned white-hot, roiling with screeching, longing demand to be satiated.

                                            >In case it was too veiled behind euphemisms, it was an allusion to your over-active libido.

                                            >And the never-placated beast that lurked between your haunches.

                                            >Day in, day out, it would always be quite vocal about its need.

                                            >Indeed, the first sight you were met with this morning - aside from your bedmane - was the massive tent in your covers.

                                            >...damnit, it's left a big stain, too.

                                            >Trying to buck the blankets didn't make it any better for yourself, either.

                                            >Just the slightest friction from the fabric sent an exhilarating shock racing through your mind, both deriving a moan through your teeth and exacerbating your particular morning woes.

                                            >The monstrous seam-splitting length that lurked beneath throbbed mightily, a thick, rich gout of natural lube beading at its flared head and leaving a damp streak against the cloth.

                                            >You'd almost curse your sensitivity if it didn't feel so orgasmic.

                                            >Or turning your thoughts to the mares and humans of this cozy little village.

                                            >More specifically, what you'd very much like to introduce them to your mesmerizing pillar of mare cockflesh.

                                            >Free from the warm confines of blankets, said equine girth greeted you with its flared head, the sheer weight of your sizable member bringing it to rest against your barrel.

                                            >The way your soft coat felt against your thick rod inadvertently drifted your thoughts towards what it might feel like to have it between a mare's soft, voluptuous flanks...

                                            >The response from your endowments was swift, your shaft somehow managing to pour forth what must have been a few extra inches on top of  the already mind-boggling proportions you already sported.

                                            >Your flare was a short hair away from your muzzle, flaring when a powerful twitch ran through your entire length, and your cumslit dilated before a large globule of pre plastered your face.

                                            >As for your unattended marebits, hidden behind a set of testes as equally impressive and intimidating as your girth, they dripped and winked at your impure fantasies.

                                            >Looks like you'd need to take care of something before you could get on with your day.

                                            >Sighing exasperatedly, you got as comfortable as you could, preparing to spend a significant part of your morning tending to your passions.

                                            >The two chevrons in your reddish, twig-like horn lit up in a soft cream-colored light, the warm glow of magic forming around your medial ring before moving up and down in slow, steady strokes.

                                            >Almost instantly, your efforts were rewarded with a hefty dollop of milky pre beading at your immense shaft's flared head.

                                            >With practiced flexibility and precision came your next motion, leaning forwards and utilizing your tongue to spread that all-natural non-GMO probably-vegan lube across your blunted crown and around your sizable flare.

                                            >Such a delicate procedure took every ounce of willpower you possessed to prevent spearing yourself on your own mammoth of a rod, the sensation of your tongue gliding across your glans driving your shaft to twitch and throb involuntarily, to say nothing of how it played on your other senses.

                                            >Naturally, with such a healthy libido as yours, you shortly thereafter caved to your sexual needs, relaxing your jaw and opening as wide as you could.

                                            >Keeping your titanic member still for but a moment's guidance with magic, you leaned forward with your maw wide open, your warm breath sending shudders throughout your body as your lips gingerly met your flare.

                                            >A moment's hesitation followed, the blunt crown of your shaft expanding with a throb, before coming down to normal.

                                            >Inadvertently, your mind drifts to a fantasy of one of the many mares that has caught your eye as you slowly began to service yourself.

                                            >Your memory was drawn to an earlier night at one of the lounges this much more frigid village had to offer, watching this mystery mare from afar.

                                            >Memorizing the perfect way her mane was styled, how her dress rolled off her delightfully-curvaceous flanks, how immaculate and well-groomed her coat was...

                                            >Though you swore you could see such things in many a mare, this particular filly shone brighter than the morning would through a hung-over alcoholic's window.

                                            >As you inched your way down towards your medial ring, your lurid daydreaming of Equestrian mares took over your lust-addled mind as your blunted glans slowly began to snake its way down your throat, gushing pre as it went to smooth its entry.

                                            >You dreamt, in this perfect imaginary world and by the grace of the Princesses, you caught this absolute goddess of a mare's eye and put the smooth moves on her and naturally, things led up to some hot mare-on-mare action.

                                            >Quickly drawing your head back so that only your flare remained lodged in your mouth, you envisioned the first contact of your blunted crown against the netherlips of this walking goddess of fertility.

                                            >And with a gentle, slow thrust, you penetrated her near-constrictingly tight sex.

                                            >Though you would (and had) imagined this jaw-droppingly beautiful mare had plenty of experience for somepony like yourself, it would seem that your twat-splitter was huge, even for her.

                                            >And in this dream, it felt nothing short of divinely blissful, every ministration and contraction that drew you further into her velvety walls rewarded you with pleasure unending, sending tremors of ecstasy throughout your body.

                                            >Unfortunately, you simply were unable to sheathe your entire cock into this stunning filly beneath you, a significant portion of its sheer length behind the medial ring going unpleasured as your blunted crown reached the end of her love-tunnel.

                                            >You swore that you could feel - in this lust-addled daydream, anyway - your cumslit kissing right up against her cervix.

                                            >It was a little disappointing that you couldn't ensure every inch to the hilt was properly milked by the object of your lascivious affections.

                                            >Any disappointment you may have harbored at that moment was soon thereafter swept away in a wave of sensual bliss as you pulled back for another thrust, hammering the gate of her cervix with the blunted head of your cock.

                                            >By the Sun's golden rays, not even some back-alley zebra potions could hope to make you feel this ecstatic.

                                            >Lewd squelching soon began to fill the air as you focused moreso on pleasing your partner than marveling at how you were able to at least fit your pillar of marecock as deeply as you could.

                                            >You softly, mentally whispered sweet little nothings about how you'd go slow and steady...for now, at least.

                                            >It would be more exhilarating to rut this beauty as she deserved to be, anyway.

                                            >And as reluctant as you were to admit it during this self-pleasure session, you were on a time budget.

                                            >Your hips gyrated slowly, at first, hammering your gargantuan cock deep into her velvety depths, the only thing making your pace off-kilter being your heavy, churning balls that gave even your thrusting a distinct gait.

                                            >If somepony didn't know better, they might mistake them for some mighty motherly mammaries, however they were overly-stuffed with an entirely different kind of "milk."

                                            >The more you dreamt of the mare of your desire taking your shaft as though she were in heat, the more the fantasy began to blur with fucklust that could never quite abate, no matter how much you attended to your own mareish needs.

                                            >Being surrounded by so many enrapturing Equestrian mares on a daily basis damn-sure didn't help in that regard...

                                            >All your mind could process in this moment was how wonderful it would be to have your cock buried deep inside just one of them...

                                            >A thought that got you particularly worked-up.

                                            >With such focused determination, it certainly didn't take long for you to reach your limits, as your spasming flare was sure to alert you.

                                            >You paused your relentless, self-pleasuring onslaught for a moment, repositioning yourself for short and shallow thrusting to throw yourself over the edge with all the measured subtlety of the Elements of Harmony.

                                            >Once content and comfortable enough to resume, you wasted no time picking up where you left off, jackhammering your girth with shallow, hard thrusts.

                                            >You felt your climax building and building to a potent, ecstatic crescendo, your heart racing as much as your balls ached to unleash their contents.

                                            >With little more than babbling muffled moans, lurid suckling of your very generously-sized mare-member and a mind drowning in hormonal lust, you threw yourself over your peak.

                                            >Your blunted crown distended, sealing your lips around your equine girth's head in your mouth as you felt your own unholy virility surge through every inch of your impressive length.

                                            >The first spurt of kirin seed sailed past your tongue and down your gullet, your molten lust going unsavored in its first volley.

                                            >You knew there would be so very, very much more where that came from.

                                            >Even if that initial shot of cum was already what some stallion would call a normal load.

                                            >A couple of powerful throbs of your shaft and your heavy balls being drawn taut heralded a much more violent and virile eruption.

                                            >Your maw was quickly thereafter filled with your own potent kirin-seed, almost bringing you to gag on the sheer volume pumped in, with your cheeks bulging outward at the sudden displacement of your molten lust.

                                            >You were quick to not be left flat-hooved for longer, however, and after savoring the headiness of your own virility, gulped down your mouthful of cream.

                                            >Just in time for the next massive pulse of your grand mast to replace all of that swallowed bounty and more.

                                            >Locked between filling your gullet with your own prodigious production of cum and mind-rending self-pleasure, you weren't quite sure how long you were sitting there, riding your orgasmic high.

                                            >You also didn't quite care that much, either.

                                            >All you knew that it was definitely a little while.

                                            >That little while being until you couldn't bear swallowing any more of your seed.

                                            >Wresting your lips off the wide-flared head of your shaft, you grasped it with your magic as you began to both thrust against the friction of your simple spell and jerk yourself off through the remaining wild ride of your lengthy release, ropes of cum slung high into the air only to rain back down onto the sheets and your own trembling form.

                                            >If you weren't so wrapped-up in emitting a sound somewhere between a throaty moan and a near-scream of bliss, you'd probably note how thick and sticky it was, too.

                                            >Alas, painting yourself and your bedspread a shade of alabaster was not meant to last much longer, as even your own impressive abilities were not infinite.

                                            >Coming down from that high as you give a few halfhearted tugs on your mare-meat to bring out a couple, more spurts of spunk, you began to survey the mess you had made.

                                            >Sighing with some annoyance as your meaty rod softened and began to retread back into its sheathe when it wasn't dribbling additional kirin-seed or pre, you got to the less-than-fun part of your daily masturbation ritual.

                                            >The cleanup part of it.

                                            >And you couldn't take too much time with it, either, as you had a job to show up on-time to.