Filly Game
"Two years! Two spirits-damned years of contact, and these back-water humans couldn't do the one thing we've asked the first time an elf came to visit one of these dumps!" the loud outburst seemed disproportionate coming from the slim female.
"Yrrie, I've told you I really don't mind..." Larian tried to calm the fuming elf as they entered the stable, even though he knew it was futile. To her credit, she really was a good diplomat and negotiator, and the equine suspected it was largely due to the fact that she kept a grip on any 'undiplomatic' thoughts until she could safely vent them.
"I can mind enough for both of us! Bad enough I have to share a roof with figurative animals, you shouldn't have to share one with literal ones. And it's not like it's just this one time - every single town and coaching inn we've been to and none of them have had the decency to build stables for sentient steeds!" the slim elf continued her diatribe while two large horses regarded the slim bundle of fury from the comfort of their stalls.
"Give them time. No human had known sentient mounts existed until a couple of years ago..." Larian said, remembering the way people still looked at him, and the shock on their faces when they actually heard him speak. They tended to refer to his kind as unicorns, and flattering as it was, the stallion knew it wasn't fully true.
A long time ago, Yrrie's people had been plainsmen, nomads who relied on their steeds to carry them over vast stretches of open terrain. It was a hard life, and the ancestors of the elves had long considered making more permanent homes for themselves in the deep, sheltering woods. The problem was that their horses didn't take to the cloistered surroundings after generations of living under an open sky.
A pact had been made between those ancient elves and the true unicorns, magical and near-immortal creatures that lived deep within the woods. The elves were allowed to settle the forests, promising to act as its guardians and protectors, and in return the unicorn stallions had bred many of their mares, and a number of their females allowed themselves to be mounted by feral stallions.
Thus Larian's people had been born. They resembled unicorns more than they did feral equines, although they commanded no magic and their lifespan was roughly the same as that of the elves'. They still had horns growing from their foreheads, although they were generally no longer then a hand span, and had long, slim tails with a tuft of fur at the end. But what really made them ideal for forest life were the cloven hooves, which allowed the elves' steeds to traverse root-strewn game-trails as easily as if they were paved roads.
"Well, this one's fairly clean..." the elf decided grudgingly after reviewing several of the free stalls. In truth, the stable was pretty spotless, with fresh straw on the floor and clean water in the barrels. Yrrie had made sure he had plenty in his trough, as well as a bucket of oats and some hay.
"That should hold you for the night. Now to see what's in store for me. I hope this place at least has wine. As bitter-sour the human made vintages are, at least I can stomach them, unlike that 'ale' stuff." The elf said with a shudder.
"We've been over this - it's made from grains..." the horse said, rolling his eyes. He actually found ale fairly palatable, but his rider had taken an instant dislike to the human beverage.
"And I believe that. It's just that with that taste and that color, I doubt those grains were brewed in water..." she said, getting the last word before leaving the alabaster equine in the company of his lesser kin.
To be honest, Larian didn't mind the company. He rather liked the human steeds - so like, yet so unlike him. The two large carriage horses he was sharing the stable with for the night seemed equally curious about him, their heads craning over the stall doors to look at him and their nostrils flaring to pick up his scent. Most likely they'd never seen an elven steed before. In fact, the two were getting a little fidgety, no doubt jealous that what to them looked like just a different kind of horse was allowed to roam around the stable freely while they were closed off.
"Aww, you guys wanna stretch your legs a little?" Larian asked the two stallions, even though he knew they couldn't understand him. He also felt a little guilty about flaunting his freedom in front of the pair. The horses seemed to pick up on the tone of his voice, nickering impatiently as the smaller equine approached their stalls.
"All right, but you have to promise to behave and not give me any trouble when it's time to go back..." he said, confident he would have little trouble getting the two back in their stalls by morning. During their travels in human lands, Larian had picked up the various noises, phrases (often colorful) and even whistles the hostlers and carriage drivers used to order the horses around, and it amused him to no end to see the stunned faces of both equines and humans when he easily ordered other horses around as skillfully as any stable hand.
Larian had no problem undoing the latches of the stall doors with his mouth, and soon the two stallions were circling around him curiously. They were careful at first, not sure what to make of the slender sentient equine, but got closer once they realized Larian was friendly enough. The smaller stallion felt confident he could handle the two carriage horses, in spite of the fact that both were several hands taller than him, and much more heavily muscled. Still, they were an impressive sight - fit and obviously well cared-for, their coats shining like deeply lacquered wood even in the dim light of the sole oil-lamp.
The elven stallion was a bit surprised the two were this fascinated with him, having assumed they would be more interested in taking advantage of their freedom to rummage around the stable a bit. Instead the two stallions seemed to content to just sniff and stare at him, occasionally giving out a little nicker. Larian's ears pricked up when he felt a puff of warm air just below his tail a moment before something warm and wet slid across his pucker.
The slender equine felt color rise to his cheeks as he realized what one of the feral horses was doing. The stallion behind him seemed to feel no embarrassment as he gave the dark ring of muscle yet another lick, sending a shiver up Larian's back. He knew he should stop the other equine, but nobody had ever done something like that to him, and he wasn't prepared for how... nice... it felt. And since there was no one around to see, the alabaster stallion saw no harm in letting the larger horse continue, at least for a little while.
He wasn't sure why the draft horse was doing what he was doing back there, but he must have been getting something out of the experience himself, as Larian soon felt the tip of that broad tongue push a little bit past his pucker with every stroke. The sentient stallion felt a little guilty as his body started to noticeably respond to the gentle tonguing, and part of him felt that he should stop - just step away and get the two back in their stalls. But another part of him knew he wasn't actually making the other horse do anything, and that he might never have an opportunity like this again. So as his shaft slowly plumped up and dropped from his sheath, the white stallion parted his hind legs a little and moved his tail out of the way.
Larian groaned in delight at the deliciously debased treatment his rear was getting from the larger male. He had relaxed his pucker, and could feel that broad tongue slip just a little bit inside him on every stroke, sending little jolts of pleasure running through him every time it did. He wasn't a virgin, of course, although his experience was fairly limited. He'd only mated once, with a filly who'd been just as clueless about sex as he was, but both were curious and had taken a bit of time to explore each other's bodies.
He remembered the tonguing he'd given the mare's winking slit, and the way she'd enjoyed it so much that she'd agreed to return the favor. He knew how pleasurable an equine tongue could feel as it slid along the tip of his cock, or as it fondled his heavy sack, but never thought that a tongue back _there_could feel so good.
At some point during his musing, the tongue had withdrawn and the elven stallion could feel the cool breeze blowing over his now slick pucker. He had turned around in time to see the stallion rear up as he jumped on him, which was probably the only reason he didn't collapse when the bigger horse's weight settled on top of him.
"Oof! Don't you think you're a little heavy for me? You'd be better off playing with your friend over there..." Larian said as he strained to hold the larger horse's weight, although he knew the feral equine wouldn't understand.
The slender stallion had figured the carriage horse was just playing with him. He'd played the filly game himself when he was younger. The object was to surprise another colt and jump up on his back, then quickly make your getaway. Then the other equine would have to either catch you or some other colt and do the same to them, or run through the forest shouting "I'm a filly!". So it didn't come as much of a surprise that his feral kin did something similar.
What did surprise him was that the other stallion wasn't jumping off, choosing instead to nuzzle at the back of Larian's neck, huffing into his soft, white mane. Deciding that enough was enough, especially considering the other horse's weight, the white stallion tried to simply walk away from under the heavy equine. He was surprised, and a little bit alarmed, when he felt the stallion's forelegs tighten around his waist, those massive hooves digging into his sides as the draft horse held him firmly against his powerful body.
Larian's eyes shot open in disbelief when something firm and warm prodded at his rear clumsily but insistently, smearing wetness as it did. The larger stallions little 'game' no longer seemed innocent, and the alabaster equine redoubled his efforts to free himself before this went any further. He'd almost managed to make some progress in wriggling out of the larger stallion's grasp when he felt teeth land on the back of his neck, a very unmistakable mating bite.
As the draft horse huffed into his mane, all the while prodding and poking with the tip of his shaft, the equine trapped beneath him considered his options. He could try calling out, but he'd die of shame if anybody caught him in this position. He could also try kicking out, but that could seriously injure the feral horse, and the sentient steed just didn't have it in his heart to harm an animal who he knew didn't harbor any true malice.
So he just stood there, meek and quiet, hoping the other stallion would jump off when he failed to find a winking slit to sink his shaft into. The male above him seemed strangely determined and quite patient. A stallion mounting a mare for the first time might have gotten frustrated when the first few wild thrusts failed to find purchase, but the male on top of Larian's back was nudging carefully and with a clear purpose, leaving wet stains all over the smaller equine's rear.
The white horse gasped when that thick, blunt head bumped against his well-tongued pucker, smearing the male's juices over the already slick skin. His breath caught in his lungs as he tried to think of some way of avoiding the fate the other stallion seemed to have in mind for him. The large draft horse nickered into his mane, satisfied that he'd managed to find that opening that he'd prepared so diligently.
When he felt the flared head of the equine shaft push up under his tail, Larian clenched his pucker as hard as he could, still hoping the draft horse might give up if he failed to get past it. The alabaster equine had little doubt about what would happen if the obviously experienced stud managed to gain entry. He felt the powerful horse push forward, felt his pucker dimple as that mammoth rod tried to pry its way past the ring of muscle between his cheeks, but to his relief he'd managed to keep him out.
Alright, you tried, you didn't get anywhere, now just... Larian's train of thought was interrupted when he felt the draft horse's forelegs grip him tighter and his weight shift subtly on his back. The stallion didn't seem deterred by his mare's reluctance, merely seeking an angle that would allow him to sheathe himself inside her.
Rather than a persistent push against his pucker, the large stud's next attempt was a jab, a short and powerful thrust against the pale horse's rear. Larian clenched his jaw at the sensation of his pucker stretching a bit around that bulbous head before he'd managed to clamp it shut. The tip had pressed firmly enough against his opening to shoot some of the stallion's juices inside him, and he knew it would only make his attempts to stop the rutting beast more difficult.
The large stud was adamant, stabbing against the smaller equines rear, possibly mistaking the clenches of Larian's pucker for poorly timed winking. His heart racing, the smaller horse realized he couldn't keep this up for much longer - the stallion on his back seemed tireless, and his rear-end was anything but. He could feel every thrust stretch him open just a little bit more, the slippery mess the stud was leaking onto and into him making his attempts all the more difficult.
Folding his ears against his head and taking a deep breath, Larian tried to prepare himself for what he knew was coming. Figuring the impending ordeal would be a great deal more painful if he tried to sight that probing shaft, he relaxed his pucker and stood waiting for the stallion's next lunge. The large stud seemed encouraged by his mare's submissive posture, and the next time he'd thrust his shaft against that slick opening, he'd discovered it had finally yielded and accepted him inside.
A shaky cry left Larian's mouth as the air was forced from his lungs by the force of the larger male's cock spearing him open in one lunge. He barely felt the pain of his pucker being stretched taught around the throbbing shaft as his body was forced to adjust to the massive length invading his insides. The rough thrust had sent several inches of the stud's mighty length into the young stallion beneath him, but Larian could feel more of that thick, hard spire being pushed into his aching rear with a thankfully more steady motion.
He felt the stallion's hot breath as he huffed lustily against his neck even as the muscles inside Larian tried desperately to expel the invading organ. Unfortunately all that served to do was to rub and caress the stallion's length as lovingly as any eager mare's winking slit. He heard the clop of hooves, realizing that the stud was inching closer so he could bury the rest of his throbbing length under his new filly's tail.
The draft stallion's cock seemed endless to Larian as inch after thick, veiny inch was pushed past his twitching pucker. He was both surprised and ashamed of how well he was taking the huge equine's maleness, the pain fading to merely a sensation of uncomfortable fullness as his body adjusted to the organ sliding its way deeper and deeper inside him. The smaller horse gasped when his stud's medial ring popped in, and winced as the thickest part of the equine cock was soon pushed into his poor rear.
Perhaps the most humiliating part of the ordeal was when the white horse felt the larger male's haunches press against his rump as the stud nickered approvingly. Considering the difference in their size, Larian was sure that the stallion had never been able to sheathe himself so fully in a mare. But the draft horse didn't spend much time savoring his triumph. Once he was sure his strange little mare was docile, he'd slipped his mighty shaft half way out of that tight little hole as he prepared to breed his new filly.
Larian groaned at the sensation of having the stallion's cock pulled out, feeling his pucker cling to the veiny shaft as the sensation of fullness was eased a little. His relief was short lived, as a split second later the entire thing was shoved back in with one merciless thrust until the thick base was once again painfully stretching his rear.
The smaller horse almost bolted on reflex, but the draft stallion's grip remained firm as he began to rut the skittish 'mare' impaled securely on his length. Strange cries were leaving Larian's muzzle as the huge stud began to breed him vigorously and with little regard for his comfort. He knew there was nothing he could do at this point, with the stallions forelegs locked around his waist, his teeth gripping the back of his neck, and that monstrous throbbing shaft buried securely inside his aching rear. The male had full control over him and there was only one way this would end.
The noises he was making seemed to attract the other feral equine who began to eye the rutting pair with obvious interest. As the stallion mounting him grunted happily with every powerful thrust past Larian's slick sphincter, the smaller equine couldn't help but notice the length rapidly stiffening between the other draft horse's legs. The pale steed's eyes went wide at the sight of the nearly three-foot long rod, the mottled, meaty length bobbing up and down as the stallion flexed it. And one just like it was even now buried under his tail!
The presence of another male seemed to spur the drafter on top of him and Larian could now feel the huge stallion's heavy sack slap against him every time he hilted himself inside his pale rump. He felt heat rise to his cheeks at the thought that soon enough those heavy orbs would pull up and begin to twitch as the stallion truly claimed him. But it was another slapping noise that surprised the alabaster equine - the familiar sensation of his own shaft smacking against his barrel with every thrust the stud made into him.
He'd been aware that his cock had dropped from its sheath during the draft horse's tonguing, but was amazed that his dark-grey length was almost fully hard as it swung between his legs. He'd though again on how surprisingly pleasant the stallions tongue had been as it probed past his pucker, and that memory seemed to bring some other sensations into focus.
The beast's thrusts were still somewhat painful, but there seemed to be something inside him that the throbbing length was rubbing against that sent a little jolt of pleasure running down the length of his cock. Feeling slightly ashamed but very intrigued, the pale stallion tried to relax as best he could, focusing on those tantalizing sensations of pleasure.
The next time the draft horse's medial ring bumped against that special spot inside him, the smaller stallion felt his own shaft flex and slap against his underside, flaring as it did. Larian was no stranger to this little activity that stallions tended to resort to when in the mood and without a female nearby, but he'd never had something stuffed inside his rear when he indulged in a little self-stimulation. Now whenever he flexed his cock he could feel his insides wrap snuggly around the shaft sliding in and out of his rear, rubbing tantalizingly around every bump and ridge on the throbbing length.
Larian's newfound pleasure was short lived when the stud mounting him gave one last powerful thrust, burying his entire length in the smaller horse. As the thick base of the stallion's cock stretched his messy pucker he could feel the tip flaring painfully deep inside his body and knew what was coming. Feeling suddenly ashamed, he folded his ears and lowered his head as the stallion prepared to fully claim him.
He drew a shuddering breath when he felt the first pulse travel up the meaty length, the stallion on top of him whinnying triumphantly as his tail flagged and his flared tip erupted. Larian began to pant as the first thick gush of hot stallion spunk shot inside him, followed closely by the second and the third as the draft horse emptied himself into his newest mare.
He felt ashamed, used, but more than anything frustrated to have the rutting stop just when he was starting to enjoy it! He could feel his pucker clenching, trying to get some stimulation from the shaft still lodged within his ass, but it was not enough. He could feel the draft horse's flare sliding back, the tip still oozing the large stallion's seed even as his cock softened and withdrew. He whimpered needily as that swollen glans slid over the special spot inside him a moment before popping out of him wetly, leaving the stud's spunk to drool out of his stretched-out pucker and down his own hefty sack.
As the satisfied stallion wondered off, Larian was left standing in the middle of the stable with another male's seed dripping from his well-rutted pucker while his own shaft flexed beneath him, desperate for release. The smaller horse was trying to get his breath back when a huff against his rear startled him, the puff of air feeling cold against his wet behind. At first he thought that his stallion was coming back for seconds, but once he spotted the spent horse nosing around the sack of oats, he realized it was his companion.
He'd seen the other draft horse's reaction to his rutting and had little doubt what the animal was doing behind him. He tried to tell himself to walk away, try and get the two back in their stalls before it was too late. And he'd almost talked himself into doing just that when he felt a nip on one of his alabaster cheeks, a stallions command to his mare to stand still.
That dominant gesture was enough to make him hesitate long enough for the stud behind him to mount his snowy rear, and once he felt the male's weight on his back, Larian lost the will to even try and get away. Instead his pulse sped up at the now familiar sensation of a stallion's forelegs wrapping around his waist as a thick shaft prodded eagerly at his rear.
The last time this had happened it had filled the smaller equine with panic, but as the seeking tip got closer and closer to its target, Larian found himself feeling anxious yet eager. And when the blunt head pressed against his gooey pucker, the alabaster steed found himself stifling his natural reflex to clench up.
He moaned out loud when the tip easily wedged itself past that still-gaping ring of flesh, the new stallion taking advantage of the cum-slicked passage to drive almost half his shaft in with one stroke. Despite the suddenness of the penetration, Larian couldn't help but shudder in pleasure as that spot inside him was teased once again, making his cock flex beneath him. He knew on some level he should feel shame for allowing himself to be taken like a mare again, but he felt nothing but pleasure as he hiked his tail to the side, exposing as much of himself to the larger stallion as he could.
The horse on top of him seemed just as eager as he was, his next thrust driving the rest of his cock into his little filly as he leapt further onto Larian's back even as he pulled the smaller horse's rear closer to him. The pale equine's legs almost buckled but he managed to steady himself just before the stallion mounting him began to rut his rear.
Larian felt no pain this time, guessing that the previous stallion's cum was making it easier for him to take his latest stud, or that it was buried under the pleasure he was feeling. Even the shame was gone, driven out by every wet, squelching thrust of the draft horse's shaft into his seed-filled ass. The second stud must have gotten quite frustrated watching his companion breed the smaller horse, rutting the impaled stallion at a brutal pace.
His vision blurring from the sensations coming from his rear, Larian struggled to keep himself steady as every powerful thrust of the larger stallion threatened to push him over. Every time that throbbing length would hilt itself under his tail, the pale equine could feel his own shaft flex and flare, which in turn made his insides clench around the twitching equine length, caressing it as it slid out.
He knew he was a mess back there, that every thrust of his new stud was pumping out the seed his predecessor had left inside him, could feel the still warm goo trickling and dripping down his swollen sack, but instead of shame he found a thrilling eagerness filling him at the thought of taking another stallion's seed. And judging by the way his mate was grunting with every wet smack into the smaller male's rear, he wouldn't have to wait long.
Lost in the blissful sensation of rutting, Larian no longer bothered to stifle the sounds he was making. Moans and squeals left his throat, sounds that a mare of his species would have been making in this situation, as well as a few sounds that wouldn't have been out of place coming from a feral mare's muzzle. His rear was still clenching and pulsing around the length sliding past it, but it was no longer trying to expel the thick shaft, instead molding itself around every little contour of the veiny length.
Tongue lolling out of his mouth, Larian began to worry that he'd pass-out from the pleasure before the stallion had a chance to finish. He'd never been on the brink of climax for so long, his underside a wet mess as every thrust of the stallion on his back seemed to pump the juices out of his slapping lenght. He was brought out of his reverie by the tell-tale flaring of the draft horse's cock as it bottomed out inside him.
"That's it boy... fill me up... make me your mare!" the smaller steed spoke in a shaky voice, shocking even himself with his wanton pleas.
He doubted that the stallion understood him, but knew that the powerful beast needed no urging. The stud kept up his thrusting even as his tip mushroomed, making Larian wince as his insides were stretched. He was mewling now, trapped on the very edge of bliss and waiting for just one little thing to set him off.
The stallion rutting him gave a whinny and one last thrust as his sack drew up and his heavy orbs began to empty into the needy little mare writhing on his spurting cock. The moment he felt the first hot splash of fresh horse cum spray inside his well-fucked ass Larian cried out as his own dark shaft began to pump his load onto the straw-covered floor.
And with every pump of his own cock his muscles milked around the bigger shaft lodged inside his twitching ass, milking every drop out of his stud as the massive equine ground his crotch against the smaller horse's messy rump. Larian felt a strange feeling of contentment as stud's seed filled him, pulse after warm pulse shooting deep inside him as his own cock gave a few last spurts before dropping between his legs.
The stallion on his back seemed reluctant to let his mare go, dismounting only after his shaft had withdrawn enough to plop out of Larian's gaping rear, now dripping the cum of two feral males. As the weight of the stallion left his back, it seemed to take the fog of the smaller equine's lust with it. The horse blushed at the realization that he'd let yet another male mount him, begging for his cum as he climaxed from having his behind rutted.
He thought about putting the two back into their stalls, but knew it wouldn't work now. They might have respected his spoken commands before, but he knew no stallion would submit to a mare, and had little doubt that the two saw him as just that - a well-bred mare.
Instead he made his way to his own stall, blushing at the sensation of the warm cum leaking from his rear and down his shaky hind legs. Once he was in he closed the door behind him, so that one of the males wouldn't get the idea to follow him inside. As he helped himself to some water and oats he wondered how he would explain the mess under his tail to Yrrie, wondering if he should lie to the elf about what happened the second time, or admit his depravity.
A sharp smack made him lift his head from the water through and turn around. He spotted the first stallion standing in front of his stall, tossing his head as he flexed the still glistening cock, making the mighty tool slap against his powerful barrel.
Larian knew he should just turn around and ignore him, that the horse couldn't get to him if he stayed in his stall. And in spite of that knowledge, the slender equine found himself opening the stall door and tentatively walking out onto the stable floor, his messy pucker winking eagerly as his tail raised...