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>Be you.
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>Stallion wastelander, mostly live off of scavenging and trading.
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STR 5
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PER 7
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END 6
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CHR 7
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INT 5
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AGL 5
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LCK 5
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>On route from one town to another one night, somewhere on the highway between two cities.
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>Camp in this ruin, sheltered from the rain.
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>Set up a fire inside a barrel to keep warm.
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>Want to bathe, haven't done so in days. But the only working bath is in an adjacent ruin, in the hollowed out remains of a house that no longer has walls or a ceiling.
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>It's dark enough, and quiet. Decide to risk it, leaving most of your stuff near your bedroll by the fire barrel.
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>Get there, thoroughly wash off the sweat and grime of the last few days, finally feeling clean again.
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>Head back to camp.
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>As you walk through the road in the rain you notice the shadow of a pony in the light of the fire.
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>Approach cautiously.
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>It's a small grey unicorn mare, apparently wearing... stable barding?
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>Great, one of these gullible, nosy, raider-bait dummies.
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>She's going through your gear, inspecting your rifle.
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>As you quietly close the distance, you notice she's carrying a few weapons of her own.
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>Close enough to pounce at the little cunt.
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>You jump at her, cupping one hoof around her muzzle and the other around her horn.
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>She lets out a muffled yelp as she's pinned against the ground. Her horn flares a bit but it's useless with your hoof in the way.
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"Look here you nabbing little shit, that's MY rifle!"
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>You keep your voice low, knowing this can only get worse should someone else hear you.
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"You think my stuff if just up for grabs, huh?"
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>She struggles against you, but you keep her pinned and her mouth shut.
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"Quit struggling damnit!"
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>She stops for a bit, but you keep your grip firm.
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"Now, here's what's gonna happen: I'm gonna let my hoof off your mouth, and you're going to calmly, and quietly, tell me exactly why you were going through my stuff. You try yelling, or anything else, and I'll ring your neck like a fucking dinner bell you little shit; and we don't want that, do we?"
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>She stops struggling as you slide your hoof further down her chin to let her talk without losing the grip on her.
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>"I'm sorry, didn't realize it was yours."
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>Pathetic.
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"You think saddle bags and rifles just appear in places outta nowhere or something? What, were you hoping to take off with it? You have a rifle damnit, why would you rob me of mine?"
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>she replies in a hushed tone "I wasn't gonna steal it!"
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>It sinks in suddenly how dumb you are for leaving it there and not taking it with you.
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"Well what were you doing then?!"
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>"Was just looking..."
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>How reasonable.
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"You couldn't lie to save your life, could you?"
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>She lets out a huff. "I'm sorry, please let me go?"
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"Why should I trust you not to magic me against a wall soon as I do?"
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>"I don't want to hurt you, I promise I won't try anything like that." she sounds genuine this time.
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"Alright. But you try anything, you're a dead mare."
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>You fight your urge to break her leg as you get off of her. Thankfully she keeps her promise.
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>Letting out a sigh of relief, she starts “I thought you were going to rape me there for a moment…”
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>You scoff.
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“Crying and struggling turns me off, I prefer when a mare enjoys my company.”
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>Now that the adrenaline is dissipating, you notice she looks kinda thin, and smells a bit musky too.
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“You look like you’ve been out here a while, you hungry?”
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>She scratches her mane with a hoof, “No, thanks. I ate maybe an hour ago.”
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>You eye her equipment, there’s a revolver holstered on her foreleg, and a scoped rifle with zebra stripes on her back.
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“Where’d you get that kind of weaponry?”
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>She looks herself over, “Here and there, been plenty of places.”
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“Well what does that rifle shoot?”
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>She unloads the magazine and levitates it to you.
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>As you inspect it you notice an odd smell… THAT smell.
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>You sniff the air to double check.
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“Are you in heat?”
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>Her face turns red and she bites her bottom lip. “M- Might be…?”
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>Cute.
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“I suppose you need some help with that?”
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>You give her a suggestive look.
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>”Sorry, I’m not really into unwashed stallions.” She says flatly.
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“I JUST bathed!”
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>You slide the rifle mag back to her as you exclaim.
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>”Well… I’m not into stallions in general.” She puts a hoof at the back of her head again.
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“Oh… bad experiences?”
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>”No, nothing like that. I just find guys kinda gross.” She clicks the mag back into the rifle.
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“Like how guys find other guys gross?”
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>”I… guess?”
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>Realization sets in.
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“Hold on a minute, were you looking for something to rub yourself against?!”
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>”No! I- I just needed some ammo maybe, nothing like that!”
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“I don’t carry around sex toys y’know, they’re not valuable.”
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>”Didn’t ask!”
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>You both look at eachother, annoyed.
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>You let out an exhale, and you as inhale again the smell is more noticeable.
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“You’re gonna get caught out there like that. That smell is mild, and raiders don’t ask politely.”
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>”I’ve got no problem handling raiders.”
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“And how about manticores? y’think they don’t know the smell of a mare when they catch it? They’ll find you from a kilometer like this!”
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>”Well what do you want me to do about it huh?!” she hisses, visibly upset.
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>You sigh heavily.
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“Well it is bothering you right?”
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>”YEAH.” She’s pissed
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“And it’s kinda dangerous to let go unchecked.”
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>”Get to the point!”
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“You need a solution.”
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>”NO SHIT!” she’s getting loud, “What am I supposed to do? I tried washing, masturbation, grossing myself out to turn myself off…” she looks desperate, “I tried everything! Velvet just says to let it run its course but it’s been days at this point!”
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>Who is Velv- no, forget it, who cares.
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“You did try everything…”
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>She looks at you.
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“…Except the natural way.”
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>”Look you wasteland asshole, I’m not having sex with you.” Her green eyes stare daggers at you.
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“So you’d rather stay like that?”
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>She goes quiet, biting her lower lip and dropping her gaze to the ground.
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“Have you ever even tried it with a stallion?”
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>”No… and I don’t want to.”
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“Because it grosses you out, right?”
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>”Right.”
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“Then what do you have to lose?”
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>She looks at you.
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“If it grosses you out, it’ll turn you off for a bit and you’ll catch a break. If it doesn’t, then you’ll be rid of it until next season. It’s a win-win!”
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>”And I’m supposed to just trust you?”
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“I already told you, I prefer a mare that enjoys my company, or at least tolerates it. You can turn me off with just the word ‘stop’.”
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>Her eyes search the ground for a moment, and she sighs.
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>”Alright, but the moment I say stop, you better stop, or I swear I’ll make you pay.”
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“I promise that won’t be necessary.”
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>You pat the bedroll with a hoof.
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“Why don’t you get comfortable?”
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>She sighs heavily again, clearly nervous.
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>She unbuckles her saddle bags and removes the holsters from her legs, setting all of it down beside your gear. Then she trots over to you, laying the front of her body on the soft cushion of the bedroll and keeping her rear posted upright over the floor.
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>Her cutie marks resemble the pip-buck on her foreleg, her haunches are firm, and her tail is planted firmly between her legs.
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>You bring your head down next to hers.
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“You’re gonna have to lift that tail sweetheart, it’s in the way.”
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>”JUST LIFT IT YOURSELF.” She hisses at you through clenched teeth.
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>You blink.
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“This is making you way nervous, isn’t it?”
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>”Just-“
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“It’s alright, relax.”
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>You make your way to her rump, and gently pat her cutie mark with a hoof.
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>She shivers a bit as you let that hoof slide on to her haunches, and under her belly.
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>You feel the warmth of her mounds against your hoof as you gently fish for the end of her tail.
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>As you do this, you press your muzzle to her lower back, nuzzling at her coat.
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>There is a dull bitter smell of mare sweat, spiced up with a hint of metal from the rifle she carries.
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>Finally find the tip and start pulling it back.
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>She’s so tense it’s like pulling a wooden lever as you lift her tail to reveal her tender marehood.
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>There are a few bits of stingy residue hanging on the outside, but the smell indicates she’s otherwise clean, maybe a day without a shower, can’t be much more.
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>You wipe that off with a hoof as you proceed to firmly put your lips to it, pushing your tongue into her warm interior.
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>There are a few contractions as you enter, and you do your best to put pressure behind every lick and swipe of your tongue so as to stimulate, not tickle.
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>She pushes against you, as if begging for more.
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>You clasp her rear with your forelegs and pull her gently as you push your tongue deeper into her.
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>As this happens her tail whips at the back of your neck, trying to protect what you have already attained. It stays there, firmly planted against your neck as if pulling you further into her.
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>She’s aroused enough now that fresh juices are flowing free from her, spilling onto your delicate parts bellow.
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>You pull your tongue out, and with a peck at her left haunch, you bring yourself to a standing position on top of her.
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>She’s buried her face in her forelegs, covering her mouth with a hoof.
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>Her size being small enough that mounting isn’t necessary; you can easily stand on your hooves and thrust comfortably from that position.
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>You let your erect member grind against her for a bit, and it quickly becomes lubricated.
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>”Stop…” She’s barely audible, but you know you heard her.
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“Need some space for a moment?”
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>She looks up at you, from the side of her face, there’s either shame or fear in her eye.
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“What’s wrong?”
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>”I’m just…” her voice is tiny.
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“Do you want me to back off?”
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>You do give her a berth, letting your member slide off of her.
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>”No, I…”
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>You lower your head closer to hers, your member finding a new place between her mounds as you do.
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“What is it sweetie?”
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>Your voice borders on cooing when you ask.
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>”Nevermind… can you just… be gentle?”
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“I’m always gentle hun.”
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>You gently nuzzle her behind the ear.
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>”Y-yeah, and less of that, please.” Her voice is a bit more firm when she asks.
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>You lift your head back up.
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“Right… I’m going in, okay?”
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>You press your tip against her entry, but she’s squeezing tight.
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>”Wait!” she turns her head to you.
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“What’s wrong?”
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>She bites her lip again.
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“It’s okay… you’re safe with me.”
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>You stroke her coat with a hoof.
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>”Not too deep alright?” her voice varies a bit between speaking and whispering.
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“Tell me when to stop, I’ll go slowly.”
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>The tension releases and you begin to slowly enter her tight body. Her warmth sends a wave of ecstasy through you, and she’s so wet you practically slide in with barely any friction. Your progress is impeded maybe once or twice by constrictions of the mare’s muscles, which only serve to add to your enjoyment.
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>”That’s enough!” she exclaims as you’re half way in.
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“Alright,”
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>You start to slowly pull out.
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“you just relax, I’ll take it slow.”
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>Before you exit completely you thrust back in, gently and slowly into the midway point.
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>”Mmh” she stifles a moan into her fore hooves.
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>You gently repeat the motion, feeling her juices flow down onto your body. She’s making a mess.
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>You let her slowly get adjusted to you before you speed up.
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>There are few more ‘hmm’s and ‘ahh’s as her muscles contract around you, making little squelches every few thrusts.
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>The she starts to pant softly, and so do you.
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>Suddenly, at the deep end of your thrust, she locks around you like a vice. Her body vibrates as she buries her face in the bedroll.
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“Ouff…”
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>You let out a sound as her climax almost brings you to yours, sending mare juice cascading down both your balls and her legs.
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“See?”
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>You start between your panting.
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“Aren’t you feeling a bit better already?”
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>She says nothing, her head firmly planted in the mat.
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>You pull out of her, afraid you hurt her. But as you do that she springs her head and looks at you.
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>”Wait… that’s it?”
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“Well, I figured you needed a moment…”
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>”Umm, no… c- can we do that again?”
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>You smile at her.
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“Of course!”
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>You get back in position, ready to insert.
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“Can I go a little deeper this time?”
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>She looks a bit worried, and ponders it for a moment.
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>”Alright, but… gently?”
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“Always.”
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>You bring your nose to her cheek and nuzzle as you slowly thrust into her, this time, she actually lets you!
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>You find a good depth where she doesn’t tense up too much, about ¾ ways inside of her.
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>You do as you did before, squaring yourself and thrusting away as she lets out a few adorable ‘hnn’s, ‘oh’s and even an entire ‘Ah’ at one point.
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>You nuzzle her cheek, then her mane, then behind her ear again, all without her protest.
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>The crackling of the fire synchs with the squelching of your parts, as you sweat and pant together. The smell must undoubtedly be overbearing at this point, but neither of you can notice it over the pleasure you’re sharing.
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>Suddenly your balls make contact with her. You’ve been going deeper and deeper, and neither of you noticed. At this point you’re balls deep in the little mare, and she’s enjoying it too.
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“Getting close hun?”
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>”Almo- st the- re…”
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>You drop your rump a bit to put a better angle on your thrusts, making it so you rub more against her vulva.
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>To enhance this you also pick up the pace a bit, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from her.
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>”Oh, fuck ye- e- Ah!” with that she reaches her climax, constricting so hard it actually makes you adjust yourself to avoid her bending your dick in half.
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>You nuzzle into her neck and kiss it repeatedly, the scent of her sweat now multiplied.
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>As she relaxes, you rise, pull out, and edge yourself against her holes until you reach your own climax, the load soaking the coat on her back, and painting a streak across the yellow 2 on her stable barding.
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>You let out a hard exhale as your member starts to fall flaccid.
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“Feeling… a might better now?”
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>She pants, shakily rising up. “Ew… couldn’t you… point it away?”
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“Sorry sweetie… but we could both use a bath anyhow… right?”
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>She looks around, the fire reflecting off her big green eyes.
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>”There is no bath in here…”
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>You point to the gutted house across the street.
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“There’s one there I used just earlier, might also want to clean that barding while we’re at it.”
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>Her pupils shrink, and she whirls her head around.
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>”Oh.. you fucker!”
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“What, I can’t control where it goes…”
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>”I may not have been with a stallion before but I’m not stupid, you could’ve pointed somewhere else!” her voice is hoarse, but there’s fire in her eyes, and it’s not the flames in the barrel this time.
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>You give her a sorry look.
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“I’ll rinse it out for you, got the supplies for it, but we should hurry.”
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>You point your nose to where the bath is, and she turns her head to look.
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>The rain subsided, and it’s quiet outside.
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>She lets out another heavy sigh, both from exhaustion and relief. “Fine, let’s go before it dries.”
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>You grab a pack of detergent and soap out of your bag and usher her outside.
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>You both make your way briskly across the street, reaching the bath.
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>The tub is already full of rainwater, so you pour the detergent inside and swill it around with your foreleg.
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“C’mon, bring it here.”
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>She telekinetically unzips the barding before removing it and placing it in the water. Some of the smell wafts over in the breeze, making you flare up again for a moment.
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>”What about the rest of it on my coat?”
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>You wipe it off her back with a hoof and rise it off in the water.
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“There, problem solved.”
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>She watches in silence as you scrub the streak off the barding, making sure to soak it in the detergent water for a proper cleanup.
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>She presses against your side, rubbing her cheek on your shoulder.
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>You turn your head to her.
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>She looks at you with… adoration?
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“You alright?”
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>Your voice is quiet, more than you intend.
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>”yeah…” she whispers, “I just…”
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“Had a good time?”
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>She nods, blinking slowly.
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>You pull the barding back out of the water; the stain is gone, as far as you can tell at least.
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“There, no stai-“
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>She plants a kiss on your cheek, cutting you off.
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>”Thanks,” She levitates it onto one of the few remaining wall boards, hanging it there.
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>”Our turn?”
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“Well laundry detergent isn’t really soap but I guess it does the same thin-“
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>Before you can finish the sentence there’s a green glow around you, and you’re lifted off your hooves and dunked in the tub.
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>She jumps in after, landing right on top of you.
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>Wrapping her forelegs around your neck, she presses her muzzle to yours, and then your lips intertwine.
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>You run your forelegs along her firm back, feeling her muscles quiver in the cold water.
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>She’s pressing her belly against yours as you kiss.
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>Then she slips in her little tongue, the smooth bottom of it rubbing against the coarse top of yours.
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>She tastes like Sparkle-Cola™
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>You gently push you tongue into her mouth, and she receives you by licking the bottom of it.
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>She’s dehydrated, and her saliva is quite thick, making the whole ordeal sound squelchy.
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>Finally she pulls away, kissing your neck and nuzzling firmly into it.
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>”I never felt this way about a stallion before… always found you kinda gross…”
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“Well, I’m honored.”
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>You push her off and onto her haunches.
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“Now c’mon, let’s get cleaned up and dried off, no need to spend longer in the cold water than we have to.”
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>You do your best to clean her, running your hooves firmly across her back, then across her breast and belly.
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>You slow down a bit as you reach her crotch, before she puts her hooves on yours.
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“I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”
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>”I know you will.”
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>You gently rub whatever bits of dirt are on or around her teats and mounds, then move on to her hind legs.
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“Time for those haunches now, get up.”
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>She does, and she lets you rinse her tail and privates.
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>”My turn to do you, colt.” She declares, “Now, turn around I’m starting with your back.”
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>You do as she says, and her little hooves run across your back, rubbing off… nothing pretty much, just some sweat. You already bathed before so this is somewhat unnecessary.
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>She gets to your haunches. “Get up.”
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>You do, and you feel her thoroughly explore every inch under your tail with her hooves.
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>You tense a bit, and a knot ties in your throat as you feel her rub your nut, then the sack beneath it, then your sheath and its occupant before finally moving on to your hindlegs.
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>You sigh with relief as makes her way to your flanks and sides, mounting your back so she can reach.
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>”Turn around, I can’t reach your shoulders.”
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>You turn and sit on your haunches as she rinses your shoulders and the pits of your forelegs, before the forelegs themselves, then she wraps her legs around your neck again, firmly pressing her muzzle into it.
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>”I really like you…” She coos.
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“Feeling’s mutual sweetheart,”
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>You wrap your legs around her haunches and lift her out of the tub.
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“but we can cuddle warm and dry near the fire, instead of freezing our asses off in here in the water.”
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>With that you hop out too, shaking yourself dry.
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>She levitates the barding off the wall board before doing the same herself, and you both make back for the warmth of the barrel.
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>As you get there, you stuff what remains of the detergent and soap into the bag before pulling the covers off the bedroll.
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>She’s small enough that you can both fit comfortably in it.
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“C’mon, let’s get cozy.”
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>She smiles, placing her barding stretched out near the fire and lies down on the mat.
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>You lie down next to her, and she levitates the covers up to your shoulders.
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>Her muzzle presses against yours, she blushes a bit.
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“See? Stallions aren’t all that bad…”
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>”Yeah, now I see.”
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>she rolls onto her other side, giving you her back, and you wrap your hooves around her as you both fall asleep, satisfied and happy.
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Footnote:
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This was pretty fun to write. I'm more into Rampage, but I can't write her properly so I did pip instead.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this, lemme know.
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I'll get back to working on the other green now.
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Also you’re all fags :)
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