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Equine Desperation

Doravar stood tall on the cliff overlooking the canyon below, head up high and wings folded tightly against his torso. His red scales glistened in the evening glow of the sun, illuminating his every angular feature; had he been prey in this region he may have sought shelter, but he wasn't prey and he had a job to do for the caravan that was passing by in the bed of the valley. The leader of that gang, Therris, had said he heard something spooky in the pass up ahead and he needed someone who could snag a proper vantage point to keep an eye out to ensure no ambushes befell them. Doravar was the only winged member of the caravan and the only one who had eyes that functioned well as the sun set.

The dragon had recently been enlisted to help Therris's gang transport some goods from Rhybute Pass to his hometown of Val'Verrex. His experience in the eastern half of the frontier and knowledge of the area surrounding the native collective of Val'Verrex made him the perfect candidate for the job, even if he was trying his best to blanket the memory of his lover, lost three years prior.

The Ademane Plague had swept through the region, killing off many of the locals while more efficiently ending dragon kind. Given his race's affinity for magic and large volume of ademane in their system - which was used to fuel fire breath or control magical energies should they call for it - made them particularly susceptible to the disease. His lover, his mate, was one such victim. Ever since then, Doravar spent his days focusing on work in a bid to keep himself from giving in to his grief.

Now, after the plague eradicated an overwhelming majority of the native population, he found himself doing any odd job needed to earn some coin or gain some favour in the local settlements. He carried goods from place to place, offered his services, and found great satisfaction in offering protection to any who could pay him for it. He was happy to work for locals, natives, immigrants, lawmen, or outlaws; anything to keep him busy, anything to keep his mind off his past.

It worked, at least for him. Many of the natives lost loved ones in the Ademane Plague, but the spirituality of the local tribes ensured that most simply moved on with the focus put on the future instead of dwelling on the past. Doravar couldn't quite let go, but he did have a life to live and thus had a reason to push forward; losing himself in work seemed to be the most efficient way to do so. Not only did it earn him the illustrious coin he needed, but for the most part it kept him far away from his home region. Only once every few months did he need to pass through or by Val'Verrex.

This was one of those instances.

He had a hint of regret taking the job, at least at first. He really didn't want to head back to his homeland just to transport some gemstones and minerals, but the pay was good and he got the impression he'd benefit from this work in ways greater than monetary. Therris's gang was a band of outlaws, bandits operating outside the law, and they were shipping goods that Doravar understood to be linked to the sheriff's office in Rhybute. He had absolutely no idea what that meant, but word around the region made it clear that there was something shady going on and there was a lot of potential for danger. If Doravar took the job, he'd not only make a lot of money by protecting the caravan but he'd also earn the respect he sought. Respect - be it for honour or infamy - was more valuable than gold.

So far the trip hadn't been too difficult. Doravar helped on the ground by pulling carriages and keeping a weathered eye on the horizon for potential threats, occasionally leaping to the sky and taking wing when the caravan stopped to make camp. He'd scour the skies and nearby region for potential threats, at least until the sun went down and he had to rely on the oarians - those are the bird folk of the region - to take over until morning. Fortunately, he saw no threats and could return to camp.

In reality, he was excited to spread his wings and make his way back to the others. He wasn't particularly engaged with most of the bandits - for the most part he tried to avoid interpersonal bonds outside of what was necessary to do his job - but he had grown casually interested in one of the horses the leader of the gang owned. She was a flirty, thick-bodied mare with a golden-tipped black mane and feathers 'round her neck and chest. She seemed keenly interested in Doravar and had been winking at him ever since he began escorting the caravan from Rhybute Pass to where they had reached.

Winking in mares wasn't a sly blink of the eye to convey craftiness, but a contraction of the vulva and clitoris that peeled back the mare's lips to expose her pink insides, often accompanied by the spurting of natural, vaginal fluids in an attempt to attract a mate through the scent of pheromones. Doravar wasn't entirely sure if she was trying to ensnare him with her equine wiles, but he noticed her every time she did it and she had been pretty insistent by swinging her hind end towards him or nuzzling him soon thereafter. The scent didn't work on him at all - in fact he hardly caught a whiff of it since they were not the same species - but her behaviour was enough to entrance him.

As a result of her persistent flirtation, Doravar found himself eager and willing to stick around with even more desire to come back to camp every night just so he could see her again. He hadn't actually done anything with her aside from some brushing of her mane and tail combined with claw scritchies, but that didn't stop him from stealing a peek any opportunity he got.

The dragon was lonely and had been without a mate for years. He needed some affection one way or another, even if it was just the attention of a particularly large and intelligent mare.

Of course, this only made things even stranger when, upon returning to the camp just off the bend in the trail, Doravar was shocked to see he couldn't find Oceras anywhere. Therris and the others were all huddled around a campfire and the other horses were nearby, but he couldn't see Oceras. This put the dragon's heart in his throat as he silently wondered to himself if he failed to do his duty and she wandered off into the eastern wilds.

He didn't like jumping to conclusions, of course. So rather than panic and head off without checking the perimeter first, he took a moment to take flight and circle the camp while the rest of the gang idly watched him, unsure of his intentions. He only made his goals clear when he returned to the bonfire next to Therris, Ithilwen, and Dustafyer, indicating he was unable to find the boss's mare.

"Therris, I can't find Oceras anywhere. She doesn't appear to be at the camp. I just-" He started.

"She's around, don't worry about it." Therris interjected before taking a swig of whiskey. The kirin then passed the bottle to Dustafyer and Ithilwen, allowing each of his companions to join in the fun. Others around the bonfire were all various levels of wasted already with only a big pot of hearty vegetable soup dangling over the fire to douse their inebriation.

This told Doravar that none of the rest of the group were paying close enough attention and that they likely didn't even register that one of their loyal steeds had just disappeared without a trace. Even his keen dragon eyes didn't see the mare disappear as the sun set, so she must have been well hidden and certainly didn't go ahead or he would have seen her on the path.

Doravar doubled down on his duty and took to the sky, the flap of his wings blowing embers from the fire all over the gang members huddled around it as he struggled to find the altitude needed to crest above the mountain peaks around them. Once he was high enough, he banked right and made his way past the trail already travelled, scouring the path to see if he could see any evidence of a mare wandering off. In his eyes, he was absolutely certain that Oceras had to have splintered from the caravan earlier in the day, because he knew for a fact he'd seen her when they stopped for lunch. Somewhere between lunch and dusk, one mare had slipped away without him noticing. He had to keep reminding himself that he didn't fail and that there was no way she escaped ahead of the gang.

That part in particular was important. Doravar couldn't accept failure on his part.

Keeping afloat in the night sky was taxing on his body, for he lacked access to the thermals that buoyed him during the day. Thermals were comprised of hot air that billowed up from the ground below, most notably over rock or plains, which would fill his wings and keep him in the sky with minimal effort. Flapping constantly with little room for gliding left his wing shoulders sore and his mind susceptible to fatigue, which could have been deadly had he not managed himself better.

Nearly an hour passed with him struggling to see much of anything even with the pale blue glow of the moonlight illuminating the features of the mountains around him. His eyes were attuned to the day time, his night vision wasn't anywhere near as good and he came to realize pretty quickly that even if she was right below him he may not have been able to recognize her. Still, he kept looking; his pride was on the line and she was the only member of the gang that seemed to pay him much mind.

She was a feral mare, so it wasn't like the two were friends, but her flirtation kept him energized enough to stick around and care. This was not something he liked to admit, but it was true.

After an hour of failed, panicked search, Doravar decided it might be best to take a break. Not to give up, but to find a nice perch on some rocky outcroppings in order to regain his strength and energy. If he didn't fall asleep after nearly an hour of dead-aired flight draining him of his energies.

With great struggle, he managed to find an appropriate plateau overlooking the valley below and land gingerly upon it. Much like his perch looking ahead of the caravan at dusk, he was comfortable, but unlike that situation he found himself stressed and lacking in self-confidence. He hadn't failed, but he felt like a failure, allowing Oceras to wander off like that and being unable to find her. If nothing else, he would have loved to warn Therris, but Therris seemed uninterested in the matter.

Another hour passed with him resting upon the outcropping, his eyes peeled and prepared for anything despite his energy being drained. He had to struggle to keep his eyes open, so he barely even noticed when a bit of motion could be seen in the edge of his peripherals; he just thought it was his consciousness slipping. However, after a second and third blur of motion, he shook his head clear and narrowed his gaze to see what was going on.

The moon had illuminated a plateau on the other side of the valley, a plateau stuffed full of what appeared to be an entire herd of horses that were wandering near the mountain path.

Doravar couldn't see Oceras in the herd - he could hardly make out the faint outline of horses highlighted by the reflection of the moonlight - but that didn't stop his sleep-deprived and fatigued mind from jumping to conclusions.

He gathered every modicum of energy he had in his body to launch himself into the sky once more, leaping high above the surrounding mountaintops to regain his vantage. Internally, he chastized himself for not thinking about scouring the nearby plateaus and regions of the mountain range not directly linked by the branching pathways of the pass. He subconsciously knew that there were wild horses in the area and thus they may have drawn Oceras's attention, so it made him feel foolish to have not thought about her joining a herd en route to their most recent camp grounds.

Doravar hovered overhead, struggling to keep altitude without startling the herd below him. He knew that if the horses saw him in the skies above them, they'd scatter and he'd never get a good look at the individual members and this would never be able to identify if Oceras was among them.

Or, maybe he would. Maybe letting himself be known would scatter them and allow him to focus on one or two at a time instead of the whole herd at once. With them huddled together at night, it was very difficult for him to make heads or tails of any of the equines even with some of them being of slightly different pattern and colour. To him, it was just a big black blur of manes and tails and ears and shapely rumps scuttling around together. If he could alleviate that, he might have a chance!

With that strategy in mind, he dipped his wing and barrel rolled in midair to sweep by low overhead the herd, loudly roaring as he did so. As expected, each and every one of the horses startled and fled in every direction, stampeding into the pass to the north. All but one. One large, chocolate-brown coloured mare with golden-tipped, black mane and tail illuminated by the shine of the moon.

Doravar knew that mare anywhere. It was Oceras; she had clearly joined up with the wild herd but was the only one that had been acclimatized enough to the presence of dragons to not scatter or run.

Content with his strategic action, he flipped over one last time before landing heavily on all fours and shaking his wings clean of dander and folding them up. She seemed agitated, but he ignored that. Only then, as he came face to face with the mare, did he realize he had no idea how to corral this lovely equine lass back to camp. She wasn't wearing her bridle or saddle, so there was a chance it wasn't even her. He was sure Oceras wasn't the only mare in the world who had golden-tipped hair.

But then he glanced again as he crept forth, eyes squinting to get a better look, he saw the most surefire indication this was in fact the mare he sought. She had feathers on her shoulders, little black and brown and gold feathers that shone in the moonlight in the shape of a mane around her neck and across her chest. He'd never seen another horse with that sort of pattern outside of Oceras.

She was still agitated, though. While it was clear she recognized Doravar from the days they had spent together and the myriad attempts she'd made in the past to flirt with him, it was clear she was not happy with him being nearby. She was grunting and lowering her ears to the back of her skull all while angrily swiping her tail and hoofing at the ground. She was incredibly agitated and couldn't stay still, allowing it to get even worse the closer Doravar got to her.

"Hold up, girl." He said in a firm voice. He knew he had to be strong with her; the mare had gained a reputation for being belligerent to any other than her rider - Therris - and a handful of others; if he didn't command her respect, she would just ignore him and walk away.

It was quite fortunate for him that she decided to obey him, at least on this night. Rather than ignore him and pace towards the rest of the scattering herd, she lowered her head and sidestepped until she was facing away from him, tail up and hind legs gently parted. Then, just as he thought she was about to get waling towards the path back to the pass, she clenched her loins and winked her clit, spurting a slimy strand of semi-opaque fluid into the grass below her. All the while, she kept staring back at him, eyes narrowed and ears flush to her neck. She even intermittently swiped her tail from side to side only to tense up her haunches and hoist her tail up over her lower back, ensuring the view.

She was hiding absolutely nothing from him. In fact, despite it being the dead of night with only the pale glow of the moon to go by, Doravar could clearly see just how wet she was. Not just her vulva, but there was a dark patch extending down her inner thighs starting at her slit and ending at the feathers of her fetlocks. She was absolutely soaked, which told him this was not the first partner she'd propositioned on this day.

While this could have indicated that she'd found a mate among the herd, Doravar knew she wasn't that lucky. She may have been flirty, but once she got what she wanted she lowered her tail and slept for the night or ignored all advances. No, she was still flirty and thus still needy, so Doravar knew she was going to be moody and bitchy for the entire trip home.

He ignored her flirtation in the name of duty. While the thought of mounting her had certainly crossed his mind, he wasn't in the proper mindset to take care of her that way; plus, he had no idea what Therris would think of having his mare dealt with by the hired help. Despite that dedication, he couldn't help buy catch a glimpse and a subtle whiff of her scent as he walked by her. His attempt to ignore her flirtation wasn't going too well, as the earthy sweet aroma tickled his nostrils and sent a shudder through his system, ending with a twitch at the end of his tail.

And that's when a thought crossed his mind.

Sure, he had been a consummate professional throughout his entire tenure as the protection for the caravan, but that didn't mean he didn't deserve a little bit of fun. A stress release. Oceras had been begging him for his seed ever since he arrived, but he could never act upon it for many reasons, the first and most important being that he was always around her at camp and they were never alone. Not only could he not get the privacy needed to enjoy her company in that way, but the topic had never been breached with Therris about it; since she was Therris's mount, it was only fair to ask him first.

Oceras was a bit of a slut, though. Doravar could count on both talons how many times he caught someone fingering, fisting, fucking, or eating her out, making it a common occurrence within this merry band of outlaws. However, it was always a member of the gang so he could easily have explained away that situation by telling himself that they had travelled together and thus were close already. Doravar was an outsider and thus had no prior experience with her and thus lacked the trust needed to gain her respect.

Yet here she was, shuffling and side-swiping him so that her rump end was always aimed towards him as he tried to corral her towards the mountain pass below. No matter what he did, she had no interest in following him but only stepping to the side to ensure he got a good look under that tail of hers, ensuring he knew her intentions. He tried to get into a proper position, but she could rotate in place faster than he could walk around her.

Part of him wanted to give up, to simply walk away or just bite down on her mane to guide her. He knew that would work - she was obedient when put in her place - but he didn't want to risk losing respect or mutual admiration with her. Despite his impeccably professional demanour while working as an escort, he still felt the need to keep up a proper image in order to maintain that respect.

The mare was making that remarkably difficult. It was almost like she knew he was struggling to hold back and that he was pent up. The more he tried to escort her or shoulder-push her in the direction he wanted her to go, the more insistent she was that he mount her. She kept twisting around and even backing up into him while wiggling in an attempt to get under him; if there had ever been a cleared invitation, Doravar had not seen it.

And that really was the problem. He wanted it. He needed it. The years of self-imposed solitude left him pent up and frustrated at every corner. He wanted to release, and he needed a partner, but his loyalty to his mate above and beyond all else left him with only a talon to service his needs. A mare would be a vast improvement over that, as he hated resorting to that and didn't want to spend any of his hard-earned coin on sex.

Instead, he was left, alone in the field with a mare that wanted him and no onlookers. It was about as perfect an opportunity as he'd ever get, yet he still resisted and resisted as he slowly nudged her in the right direction. He was making slow progress, but progress nonetheless.

Of course, this couldn't last forever. He made it only a matter of about twenty frustrated minutes of failing to get her to obey his command before he roared in frustration, his vocalization so loud and sudden that Oceras jumped away and shook in place, frightened.

He felt bad about this, but this regret quickly shifted to arousal as she once again widened her stance and lifted her tail, rump end still aimed right at him. Her clit winked, her vulva peeled back, and every bit of her between her cheeks twitched in order to spurt yet another creamy gob of viscous mare juices down her inner thighs, a gob that soaked her clit and got trapped in the flesh between her lips.

All of a sudden, it was like a switch had been flipped deep within Doravar's mind. All of his hesitation and reservation suddenly melted away as he got an up-close, unobstructed view of her cherry-pink insides glistening in the cool light of the moon. He could see the reflections painting her folds and accentuating the drips of secreted fluids that escaped her depths, and that image interspersed with the earthy scent of her sex blended with such precision in his mind he barely had any control over his actions in response to her.

The dragon snarled and leapt at her, instinctively mounting on her haunches with his back legs on her hips and his front legs on her shoulders. She was able to hold his weight, but just barely; with that in mind he clamped down on her neck and held himself in place while bucking his hips, cock sliding from its depths to prod at the underside of her tail.

She threw her head back and grunted loudly, nickering and hoofing the ground while flexing her muscles every which way, ensuring she got the right angle for him. She dipped her lower back, hoisted up her tail and yanked it to the side, and widened her stance to ensure the added weight of the dragon perched atop her didn't tip her over or make her trip. She was ready, she was stable, and she wanted every bit of seed he had to offer.

At least, that's what he hoped. Even in his carnal lust, he had just enough lucidity to hope that she enjoyed herself because he knew he wasn't going to be gentle with her.

His cock had slid entirely from its depths, the slick length of it fully exposed and covered in his own natural lubricants in order to mix with hers. As he bucked, his ridged shaft slid between her cheeks and the tapered tip poked the underside of her tail, teasing her hot-fleshed pucker a few times before he adjusted and found his mark.

It took him only a handful of idle, wild thrusts to get it right. The first few stabbed her cheeks and the soft velvety flesh between them and her lips, one nearly slipped into her tail hole before he halted himself, and one missed entirely by sliding between her legs. It wasn't until she winked and held her clit out like that with vulva peeled back that his throbbing tip found a guide to her depths.

One more thrust, and his cock tip poked her on the posterior end of her clit, creating the perfect angle for him to bury the rest of his length within her as her vulva cradled him just right.

In that split second as her flesh swallowed him up, he felt a bit of a shock as he came to realize just how hot and slick her insides were; this surprise was followed by by having him realize just how tightly she squeezed and how snug she felt the instance she clenched up in order to hold him inside!

His ridged length swelled to full girth and firmness, ensuring his every detail pressed out against her walls and amplified the sensations they both felt. His length was more sensitive and his girth ensured she felt every ridge and bulge along his shaft; and yet, despite him being considerably thicker than a stallion - at least at the base - he didn't come close to reaching the limits of her depths.

Without any limitations imposed upon him and a feral lust building in his loins, he opted to go full bore without holding back. He bit down hard and thrust with all his might, slapping his hips to hers, pumping his member in and out of her with such vigour he was amazed she could handle it.

Rather than whimper meekly or back down, she widened her stance, arched her back, and pushed into him with all her might; this was useless, as he was perched upon her and any idle steps back only moved them both together rather than change their positions relative to one another. Still, she did all she could to push back, clenching her loins and winking her clit to massage him alongside each and every one of his powerful, feral, draconic thrusts.

Much like a stallion, he lacked the stamina to go for very long. His sudden, feral onslaught of lust mixed with his pent up needs and the snug heat of the mare's pussy to bring him to a quick climax. He managed only a few intense thrusts - each one more aggressive and forceful than the last - before he halted at the apex of his thrust, the entire length with each of his gradually thicker ridges inside her, locking him in place. His ridges each swelled to full girth and firmness, pressing out against her lips from within while threatening to pop out one at a time until she clenched in a wink to hold him in place. The added pressure milked his seed from his depths, practically sucking it out of him as it filled her insides and painted her walls.

He grunted in time with her, clamping his jaws down on her neck as he thrust and bucked into her only to realize too late that her snug walls had clamped around his girth, locking him in place thanks to the shape of his ridges; his member did little more than shift and rock side to side inside her without actually going deeper or coming out.

What shocked him most was that he could actually feel the knob of flesh that was her clit cradling the underside of his shaft. This sensation was quickly cut short as his own seed burst out between his thickest ridge near the base and her flesh, spraying white all over his inner thighs all the way down to his ankles!

The released pressure mixed with the flow of his seed as the proverbial dam broke, resulting in her depths convulsing and forcing his softening length out of her alongside the torrent of mess he left inside her. She winked and grunted, pussy lips sputtering and leaving bubbles in his seed while leaving his member to dangle behind her haunches.

All at once, she was done. The mare stepped forward and shook herself off, knocking Doravar off his perch upon her back with one fluid motion; he even had to let go of her neck or fear twisting his own. Once he had fallen off her and she was free, she casually stepped away and swished her tail to spread her scent while casually munching on some grass. Her pussy was coated in dragon seed, but her tail was mostly obstructing the view so Doravar couldn't see.

Moments passed with him in a hypnotic daze before he finally returned to his consciousness and realized what had happened. The dragon had mounted her hard, rough, and fast, giving her what he hoped was a pleasant if intense time in the minute or so the whole ordeal lasted. He had to internally justify his quick trigger, assuring himself that stallions didn't last any longer, before clenching his loins to tug his length back up into his slit and going about his business.

His mind was almost entirely clear after that, and he was able to effortlessly guide her back to camp. Not only did she seem to dispel her own moodiness, but she seemed eager to follow him wherever he went, making it simple to corral her back to the pass and through the winding path back to the camp. He didn't have to say anything to her - what would he say to a feral mare, anyway - in the time between their tryst and approach of the camp.

Therris was the only one still awake and active, the rest were all curled up in tents or draped over logs near the smoldering remains of the fire. It made sense, given that it was a few hours past midnight, but it still gave Doravar caution when returning to the mare's rider. For all he knew, Therris was finely tuned to mare scent and would know what transpired. Either way, Doravar figured Therris was awake with grief, not knowing what happened to Oceras, his mare mount.

Luckily for Doravar, Therris saw them coming and casually smiled with a wave to greet them. "Ahoy! Welcome back!" He called out loud enough to wake any others nearby had they been sober.

Doravar didn't say anything in response, he just bowed respectfully and motioned for Oceras to join her rider by the fire. The dragon chose not to speak, he was tired and didn't know what to say.

The moment Oceras and Therris reunited, Therris gave her a hug and then lightly smacked her on the haunches to encourage her to leap away and find comfort among the trees nearby. The mare just kept going and headed to the edge of the camp before finding a spot she liked, leaving the two alone by the fire. Therris just seemed amused while Doravar was waiting for some sort of thanks.

Instead, he got the exact opposite.

"So, why'd you feel the need to go get Oceras?" He wasn't rude, just curious.

Yet, Doravar still felt shocked and a little insulted. "What do you mean? She disappeared and you seemed too drunk to do anything about it so I fulfilled my duty by retrieving her. We need all the muscle we can get on this route, and-"

"Ah, got it. Got it." Therris smiled and patted his chest. "Well, I greatly appreciate it but you've wasted your time, my dragon friend. She does this almost every night, you know. She heads out to find some local stallions to take care of her needs. She's not even in season but she acts like it." He leaned in close, breath stinging of alcohol. "And as for the booze? Well, it doesn't really work on me. Kirin blood means I've got a remarkably high metabolism, body processes alcohol so fast I don't think I can drink it fast enough to get drunk. Tipsy, maybe, but for half an hour at most."

Almost every word of what the gang leader had said confused Doravar. "Wait, so why didn't you...why did she...What?" He wasn't much of a talker and it was deep in the dead of night; he was tired from his tryst and the time and effort it took him to get there and back, his mind was not working at maximum capacity.

Therris was pretty perceptive, though. He filled in the blanks and answered as best he could. "She's a peculiar mare. She's smart and has luck on her side - I think she was blessed by the gods, so nothing bad ever happens to her - as a result I'm never worried about whatever happens to her. She always comes back safely no matter what happens. Her body is constantly needy and I can't take care of that most nights so I encourage her to seek out male companionship; I bet you chased some stallions away to get to her, didn't you?"

All Doravar could do was idly nod.

"Thought so. Yeah, she fails to realize that most horses sleep at night and few mount. She tries so hard but fails so miserably. Next time, don't worry about her. Just have some food and relax with us. She'll come back. She always does." He patted Doravar on the shoulder and turned to walk back to the log seat next to the fire. "Oh, and I'm up because this is the only time of day I get to myself. Everyone else is asleep and/or drunk, so other than the occasional belch or fart, I hear only the insects and the howl of the wind. It's a lovely time of day, the dead of night. Care to join me?" He patted the log next to him but didn't wait for a response.

Given that the dragon wasn't the most talkative, all he felt comfortable doing was stepping over the log and curling up next to the fire between it and Therris; his scales ensured the smoldering embers did nothing to harm him. All he wanted to do was sleep and dream of the insatiably lusty mare that had milked him dry.

For the first time in months - maybe even years - he felt relaxed, happy to get to sleep.

Things with the caravan quickly balanced out for Doravar. While his early days were full of awkwardness due to his unwillingness to indulge Oceras's flirtation, his tryst with her on the plateau revived his motivation to help out in any way he could. Since Therris explained the situation to him, elaborating that Oceras was smart and seemed to have everything under control, Doravar was happy to be more relaxed around the mare.

As it turned out, Therris believed her to be blessed by the gods in a literal sense as opposed to the figurative sense Doravar assumed he meant when he explained it that night. Therris elaborated on this, saying that the rancher who sold her to him claimed this to be the case and that he had actually tested the theory out on her a few times in the preceding months. He didn't go into detail explaining what sort of things he tried on her to test this out, but he assured him it was pretty conclusive.

Doravar really didn't believe the kirin's claim, but couldn't really argue with him, either. The only real option he had was to accept it for what it was - an assurance that he didn't need to watch Oceras too closely - and act accordingly. So, over the next few days, he kept an eye out on the mare but didn't pay her too much attention if and when she wandered off at night or in the morning; he now knew this was all part of Therris's plan and expectations for her.

What he didn't expect to realize was just how slutty this mare truly was. Once he was told of her supposed intelligence and self-actualization, he was able to focus a bit closer on her behaviour from afar and observe her actions with a more critical eye. It was very clear within the next few days that she needed daily partners, be they gang members or stallions or gryphons or dragons. Truly insatiable.

Of course, this just made Doravar even more excited for the chance to have another go at her. She was the first partner he'd had in years and while she was no mate, her depths were properly snug and her flesh was as hot as any dragon, making her a perfect partner in the short term. It wasn't the same as love, but the lust he felt for her was real and he knew she'd reciprocate his desires. It wasn't much, but the memory of their brief time on the plateau was enough to encourage him to try.

Unfortunately for the dragon, he had a hard time finding the privacy he desired to make a move on her. He wanted to spend some time with the mare, alone, but the travelling schedule en route to Val'Verrex kept him busy during the day and in dire need of sleep at night. During the day, Therris rode her or she was pulling carriages, while at night she wandered off to fool around with whomever she could find that was willing to mount her. Truly slutty, indeed, but inconvenient for Doravar.

This all changed about a week later, when Doravar woke at dawn to do his morning recon and found that she wasn't at camp. Everyone was sleeping and every other horse, dragon, and ulokar were accounted for, but Oceras was not hitched at any of the posts or nearby trees.

Doravar could have panicked at this, as this was uncharacteristic of her, but he chose to keep his head straight by remembering that Therris had said that she sometimes slipped out in the early morning just as easily as she would at night. This was, according to her rider, not a cause for concern.

With that self-assurance in mind, Doravar continued with his morning reconnaissance. His job was to fly ahead, check the path for bandits and potential threats, and internalize the local wildlife to ensure the caravan didn't end up on a collision course with a herd of wild buffalo or ulokar. The last thing they needed was to have their goods trampled by dozens of massive herbivores that barely even registered their presence on the plains.

The region - which was mostly a wide open plain with very little in terms of features ever since leaving the mountain range to the west in their wake - was incredibly easy to survey, making his job remarkably easy. It also made it easy for him to spot a single, lone equine standing in the tall yellow grasses with the wind whipping her golden-tipped mane and tail.

He wasn't even trying and yet he still found Oceras. She wasn't hard to locate.

Doravar assumed she was out here looking for a herd of stallions - the same thing he was doing - but found none. There were no equines between he and the horizon in any direction, so she must have been lonely. And, given that she was both lonely and alone and there were no others in sight, Doravar quickly convinced himself that if he was going to have another go at her, this was about as good a chance as he'd get on this trip. There were only another handful of days before they reached Val'Verrex, so he had to seize this opportunity.

Knowing this, he dipped his wing into a dive that brought him near her without startling her, his body in a pose akin to that which he'd use to hunt. Right before he hit the ground, he flared his wings and did a quick backflip to slow himself and land gingerly on all fours.

Much like the last time he and Oceras met in a field, the mare didn't move or act startled in his presence. She knew him well, and unlike the previous time she was no longer agitated or trying to get away. In fact, she actually walked towards him with tail up and head held high in a posh trot!

"Someone's happy to see me." Doravar mused, mostly to himself. Once she got close enough, he leaned into her and nibbled her shoulder and neck, imitating a courtship ritual he'd seen stallions engage in with mares. He didn't know what came over him, so he had to stop and pull away as he realized he had been oddly affectionate with her. This wasn't what he was here for, and yet the combination of past experience and the solitude they shared urged him to do more.

He could have walked away, but he didn't want to. He should have gone back to work, scouring the plains ahead of the caravan, but that wasn't nearly as appealing as having another round with this insatiable, sexy mare. Oceras had invited him under tail once and he'd lusted after her ever since, so it felt foolish to not take this opportunity. Last time he was pent up and lasted less than a minute, this time would be different. This time, there was more on his mind than a quick mount and an impatient need to return to camp. This time, he was going to give her the pleasure she deserved.

Last time, he hopped up and had his way with her with very little room to interpret her reaction. She seemed to like it, as she quickly grew amiable to his guidance in the wake of their tryst, but he couldn't be entirely sure. At the time, he just wanted to relieve some tension and get her back to camp.

This time would be different. This time, he wanted to make sure she got hers before he got his.

Once again, he leaned into her and wrapped his neck around hers, courting her in an almost romantic gesture similar to what a stallion would offer her in the same situation. He kept his neck curled tightly around hers as he nuzzled and nipped her shoulder feathers, one claw up to caress her side. That was slightly different from what a stallion would do to her, but he was no stallion and thus had more to offer her, a more unique anatomy to play with.

She reciprocated and leaned into him, nickering and hoofing the ground while she trotted in place, hopping from one pair of hooves to the next. She was happy, her tail was flagging and pumping, and she seemed to be growing increasingly excited at his presence.

So naturally, he couldn't hold back. The very instant he felt her open up to him and invite him to have a go at her, he pulled away and flanked her, ending up behind her with his snout prying her tail to the side and his muzzle buried between her rump cheeks. He waited to do anything further until she responded, eager to ensure he wasn't breaking any of their built-up bonds.

Not only did she not pull away or kick him - as she may have an unwanted or aggressive stallion - but she actually leaned back while widening her stance and hoisting her tail up. She grunted and clenched her loins, pussy sputtering as her arousal trickled out and cascaded over her bulbous, winking clit. She was about as ready as she'd ever be, and Doravar would be a fool to not make a move.

His best and most eminent move was just to lean into her, pressing his lips to hers to give her loins a kiss. He grabbed the base of her tail with one claw to hold it up and off to the side as he opened his maw and closed his eyes, eager to focus on her taste as he slowly extended his tongue deep inside.

Oceras grunted and whinnied a bit while tossing her head back in delight, still wide on her stance and eager to push back into him. She clenched her loins, forced out gobs of the arousal she was secreting, and winked while shaking her rump end to accentuate everything. She wasn't even in heat - if she was, she'd be even worse - so this made Doravar even happier to know she was so eager to help. To make matters even juicier, she was clearly only at the beginning of her quest for companionship, because the only moisture he saw or experienced when pressing his lips to hers was a small strip just barely beyond the edges of her slit. Had she been at the end of her journey, she'd have been soaked!

So he was the first one to be invited into her on this fine, early morning. He took this to mean he was special, which fuelled his passion to go on and enjoy her to the greatest of his abilities.

He kept his one hand wrapped around the base of her tail and tugged while wrapping his other front talon around her opposite hip, ensuring she could go nowhere. It wasn't like she wanted to go anywhere, of course, as she kept pushing back and arching her spine to engage him. The more passion she offered, the more he gave back by nuzzling and probing her depths, tongue caressing her walls and lips parting hers to make a symphony of slurps, squishes, and guttural squelches. The mare was clearly enjoying it and Doravar was happy to keep giving all he could.

The best part, however, was always how she tasted. Horses were known to be a little dirty, a little sloppy, a little messy, but Oceras was impeccable at all times. She was groomed like a show horse, not a work horse. She was always perfectly clean no matter where she was or what she was doing, and as a result she only smelled of horse, not all the dander and debris that was so common among equines. Doravar quickly learned that natural equine aura was absolutely delightful, an earthy sweetness he had never experienced anywhere else.

Sure, the first time he was with her he got a good sampling of her scent, but mixing that aroma with the taste of her flesh hit him in both senses just right and he couldn't hold back for very long at all. While he was nuzzling and probing under her tail, thumbs curled around her haunches to spread her lips and giving him more leverage, his member slowly slipped from its depths and swelled to full girth between his hind legs. His tip dripped precum onto the swaying stands of yellow grass while he curled his hind claws and dug up the ground beneath him.

Doravar quickly lost himself in that moment, with lips pressed to mare pussy and tongue still aggressively probing her depths, front claws on her haunches to push her tail aside and gain leverage while his thumbs pried her lips apart to give him easier access to her nectar. She winked that plump clit of hers against his cheek every time she felt his lips suckling on hers, and his cock throbbed in time with her every motion. He had a job to do, but for now this was all that mattered.

Of course, he tried his best to not immediately jump upon her, but his resistance was waning with increased speed the more of her juices he sampled. Her arousal coated his maw from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat - some of it even dribbled out the crook of his jaws, which he did his best to slurp back up - and every bit of that made him increasingly eager.

After having thoroughly drained her depths of her slick fluids, he pulled away and licked his lips, breaking a bridge of combined saliva and mare arousal in the process. He was already hard and swaying with every motion, so he wasted no time hopping back up on her, sure to not let his member dry out. In his haste, he struggled a bit and his hind claws slid down her haunches, scratching her in the process and raking through her fur!

Doravar panicked for a moment, assuming he'd hurt her, but she didn't even react. With him up on her back, perched upon her haunches, he was able to look back at her flank and see that there was no evidence his claws had slashed her. Given his enthusiasm and weight, this was shocking to him. He was absolutely certain he'd done some damage, and yet she was fine and there were no gashes upon her hip.

A more lucid, controlled dragon might have stopped to wonder why that was, but his carnal lust quickly took over once more and urged him to dive right in! The dragon crawled back on top of her and wrapped both his front talons around her neck and shoulder, holding her in place as he started bucking wildly, his every thrust slapping the top of his member between her cheeks.

The mare kept her tail high and pulled to the side as she widened her stance and pushed back. She nickered and tossed her head, every muscle contraction in her neck twitching against Doravar's front talons to tell him just how excited she was. She winked her clit and forced more of her fluids out to splash on the top of his cock with stunning precision, timing each wink with each of his thrusts so that no drop was lost on the long yellow grass below.

Again, this should have told Doravar that there was more to Oceras than he thought, but he couldn't spare a single thought as to the why and instead focused on how he'd consummate this encounter with this wildly eager equine.

His second attempt at mounting his mare partner was far more successful than his first, as he was already familiar with her body and vulval conformation. He clenched his loins to slap his cock against his belly, tensed up, and thrust into her with one fluid motion, parting her lips and stuffing her to the brim without a moment's hesitation. Just one juicy, well-aimed thrust and every ridge and bulge and texture of his cock slid past her lips and filled her depths with his meat.

Still didn't reach the end of her passage, though. Even with him being hip to hip with her, he hadn't found her limits in terms of depth and thus could thrust and slam into her as hard and as rapidly as he wished without any concern for her safety. He was endowed thicker than a stallion, but any equine's member would have been longer. It made sense.

Naturally, the only thing to do was bite down on her neck to hold her in place, arch his back, and buck wildly with the vigour of a stallion! He slammed her with all his might, thighs slapping against thighs and cock pumping in and out of her depths; his ridges and bulges tugged and slapped her velvety lips, pulling fluids out at the apex of every thrust and pushing bits of air back in to add to the passionate symphony of juicy noises.

He definitely lasted much longer than his first attempt, but he still had a bit of a quick trigger. While bucking like a stallion, he quickly found himself to be on the verge of climax in a little over a minute, urging him to slow down and take a break before emptying his load deep within her. Sure, he'd taken time to make her moist and tender with his tongue, but she deserved more and he wanted to give her all he had to offer!

Only, as soon as he decided to slow down and gently pull out, she clenched her loins with more strength than he thought she possessed, wrapping tightly around his cock and locking him in place by snagging on the bottom of each and every ridge that lined his length.

Not only did she have a mighty grip on him, but her walls were clenching and squeezing in such rhythm that, to Doravar, it felt like she was stroking him from base to tip without ever thrusting or pushing back! Neither of them were moving, yet her walls were both sucking on and stroking him!

He had never felt anything like that before, and while his plan was to hold back and try for another round before seeding her, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Just as he was about to tug on his member to get another thrust, he slipped and fell off her haunches, leaving him scrambling to find his balance and posture. The quick and sudden shift in his focus meant that he couldn't concentrate on holding back, allowing her to successfully milk him of all he had to offer.

The mare's powerful and hot-fleshed depths squeezed even harder, teasing his length until he twitched and jerked in place, seed bursting from his loins and filling her with his essence! His ridges widened, his length throbbed, and before long the cum-fuelled pressure built up inside her mixed with his dangling position led to his cock bursting into her depths with a veritable explosion of dragon essence, their combined fluids splashing all over her walls to coat her flesh with his seed. While there, he remained atop her, pumping her more and more full of dragon cum until his cock - softening post-orgasm - slipped out of her alongside an equine wink, releasing just a bit of their combined fluid onto the grass to form webs and nets of viscous, semi-transparent slime.

In that moment of weakness and bliss, Doravar's only instinct was to hop back up and mount her again, even as her depths slowly drooled his creamy essence over the bulge of her clit. He managed to get the tip in and half-thrust, but her walls were too tight and she was pushing out with more force than he could overcome, resulting in his softening length bending and redirecting up past her pucker between her rump cheeks and tail base.

He struggled to claw his way back up onto her back but found himself weakened and drained, leaving him only one option to hop off her and land on his side next to the pair of them, far away from the mess they made. He didn't want to get covered in the resulting splash of dragon seed behind her.

While he laid on the ground in a heap of wings, scales and sweat that had transferred from the mare, Oceras turned around and stood over him, her head blocking the sun and forming a silhouette; the only feature the dragon could make out was the golden tips of her mane. Without missing a beat, she lowered her head and lipped his neck frill, gently urging him to get back up. She was already satisfied and ready to move on, barely registering that Doravar was exhausted and unable to carry on.

While he did take a moment to regain his composure, it was only a matter of minutes before he managed to wrest control of his legs and roll back onto all fours. Only then did Oceras step up to him and initiate courtship in the form of wrapping her neck around his.

This left him unsure of what to do or where to go, since he knew he didn't have another round in the chamber. All he could do was rumble lightly and walk her back to camp, hoping beyond all hope that she squeezed out all of his essence before they met up with Therris and the gang leader had an opportunity to decipher what had happened. To his delight, she kept up with him every step of the way, occasionally hop-trotting next to him with the giddiness of an excited pup.

Oceras definitely didn't act like most horses. It was easy to see why Therris loved her so much.

Fortunately for Doravar, everyone was still asleep when he made it back to camp, even Therris. Random members of the group were shacked up in tents, draped over barrels, naked from the waist down and covered in grime, or just generally wasted.

Such was the life of an outlaw. Doravar was happy to enjoy his occasional moments of alone time with Oceras. In many ways he wished this trip never had to end but settled upon offering himself to work with them on future runs if it meant he got to mount that mare again,

Yes, that was the plan. Therris didn't need to know his motives. Or maybe he did. Maybe if Therris knew what Doravar hoped for, it would help his case and he'd be more likely to get what he wanted! The leader did in fact make it clear that Oceras was insatiable, so it wasn't like he was ignorant of the fact the equine was a bit of a slut.

Regardless, he needed to watch over the gang until they woke before he could take further action in any sense of the word. And yet, despite his attention being focused, he still somehow managed to lose Oceras one more time before anyone woke up!

That mare was a troublemaker, but worth every coin.