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So, the ending chapter separated from the main story Janosik for very strong sexual content... Quite rough.

followed by Credits, bloppers, interviews and bonus scenes, to lighten the mood.

And they lived happily ever after...

It didn't take Blue Mist long to learn Joan was to be the lead mare. They weren't too happy with each other until one day when they ran into a patrol of soldiers. The soldiers caught Mist, and at night when they camped on a clearing in the forest and Mist was tied to a tree, Joan snuck up and bit through the bonds. Next moment they were flying through the forest, shots rumbling after them. Joan hurt her leg on a sharp branch and Mist helped her to find a place to hide, and when the soldiers were gone and they got back to the herd, Joan could hardly walk. Blue Mist took the best care of her she could, bringing best fruit and fresh water, washing and tending the wound and guarding her against predators when Kamelia would take a break for a nap or hunt. Since then they began to respect each other deeply, and even though they hardly ever shown that, they would give life for each other.

Kamelia, on the other hand, had no problem with the human from day one, enjoying scritches and warmth as they both slept under one blanket at night, warming each other. They hunted together at times too, ears and eyes of the cat combined with spear and bow of the human a deadly combination. Kamelia grew very fond of fried meat too, though she still preferred small birds and rodents raw.

But the best friend Blue Mist found in the herd was Darkmane. They both looked up to Janosik with the same awe, they both shared the same kind of revered love and submission towards him. They envied each other a little whenever he would spend some time with the other, but they would spend most of time together whenever they couldn't be with Janosik, Blue Mist was learning to understand Darkmane speaking, sometimes riding her back just for pleasure of it, sometimes grooming her and sharing gossip of the forest.

There was just one thing that stood between them and put a strain on their friendship: from the whole herd, only Darkmane would actually bear the bloodline of Janosik.

Janosik waited for a long time with that too. Faithful and friendly, he wasn't as cheerful as before, still cautious, still looking out to the plain for incoming danger. They lived at the northern end of lands of Darkmane's old herd, now much larger with all the escaped horses. The railway company, depending on wood supply from the forests and deprived of it by the forest fire, under pressure of investors who pushed to have the line finished, changed the plans and routed the track in a wide arc through the north, where no forests were damaged by the fire and there was enough wood for construction.

Only when the humans were gone for good, the group of Lakota moving further in he mountains, beyond reach of the army, when the soldiers decided this land is empty and not worth patrolling, when snow covered the land and in the spring the dark, ashen lands where the fire had destroyed the forests sprung green, the part of track towards the mountains covered with grass, Janosik opened up more, becoming the former cheerful self. And good, because that was about as much as the females were willing to wait.

It hit Joan first, and hit her hard. One morning she woke up in a grumpy mood. She began bossing others around and only when Janosik walked up to her it became apparent what was wrong with her.

'...and you, lazy, good-for-nothing stallion, stop slacking around and get to work.'

Janosik needed just one sniff of the air to know what work she meant. He thought of all the fun and trouble he could cause by denying the burro, but then he imagined all the collateral damage of her anger and limited himself to a rather hard nip to her ass.

Joan shuddered and stood like frozen, her back to him, gasping hard, her thick, black vulva winking madly. She brayed loudly 'Do me already!', her head low, neck tense.

Janosik was fully ready but he wanted to play some more. He nipped her rump, just by the glistening lips, licked the thick juice on the outside, then nickered quietly.

The others were gathered around. Darkmane with a wild gleam in her eye, Kamelia gazing intently, Blue Mist with her face crimson red from a blush and her hands pushing her dress between her legs.

Janosik looked around, not the least bit embarassed, more like proud, and he had a reason to be proud, two feet long and three inches thick, with the tip flared to more than four inches.

Suddenly his front hooves left the ground, and Joan's expression of pained anticipation changed to a very wide-eyed surprise. Janosik hit the spot in the first thrust and drove all the way inside at once, in one smooth movement, almost no resistance from the walls thickly bathed in the sticky, slippery moisture.

He rested on Joan's back, letting her adjust a little and nibbling her neck.

'Is that what you wanted?' he whispered.

Joan's expression gradually faded from the surprise to dreamy bliss. She didn't say anything but her lips curled in a smile.

Janosik thrust his hips lightly, producing a gasp from Joan's throat.

'Tender inside, I can feel you, your flesh so soft, so sensitive, so responsive. Look! I won't move, I'll just strain a little, throb in you, and...'

A series of gasps escaped Joan's throat, some of them edging on braying.

'But I'll have to move if I'm to finish. How are we going to do that without hurting you?'

'Gently. Please, be gentle.' she whispered.

Janosik withdrew a few inches, slowly, then drove back in a painfully slow, gentle push, his thick flesh sliding as in slow motion, the thick lubrication giving no resistance whatsoever, but it slowed in momentarily as if meeting some barrier, then plunged an inch as if breaking it. Joan cried out, feeling the flare push through her cervix, the thick head sliding in and holding the pony inside.

Janosik pushed with his hips a little more and suddenly Joan was coming, her flesh playing on his cock, bringing him close to the edge. And then he felt a warm, wet and very rough tongue on his balls, and the stimulation was more than he needed. He thrust to the hilt, pushing Joan into another wave of orgasm and his cum, months of pent up pressure, erupted in a thick, lumpy volcano, making his shaft bulge, stretching the ready insides of Joan even more, hitting her womb with a strong jet, filing the uncomfortable void, satisfying the desire, giving her belly a cool, heavy ballast to carry where only burning need was.

Janosik lay on Joan's back for a moment more, then slipped off her dreamily. And immediately three mouths reached hungrily for his essence of life. Human hands held the soft, long cock and mouth licked its length hungrily. Rough feline tongue explored the tip, extracting the last drops from the urethea. Horse's muzzle dove under Joan's tail, lapping whatever would leak off, hungrily.

Janosik shook the daze of afterglow, looking confused. 'Girls, I didn't realize... I didn't know you felt that way... Darkmane, why didn't you tell me?'

'I wanted you inside me day after day, and when I was in heat, it almost hurt, but I thought 'he will take me when he deems me worthy.''

'Worthy? You are my mare! You are worthy of the best I can give you! Kamelia?'

'Oh, I knew it can't work between us. I was happy to dream of us though. I wasn't just thinking up battle shouts, you know, I designed some very private poetry about us two.'

'Poetry?'

'It's very private, I won't speak of it in front of the others. But... anyway, today I just couldn't resist any more, I gave in to what I wished to do for a long time.'

'Blue Mist?'

'Don't look at me like that' Blue Mist said, a long drop of cum dribbling from her chin. 'It's forbidden amongst humans, they say it's wrong. I wasn't supposed to... but I just couldn't resist! So many times I dreamed about you before...'

'...Like every night. Wouldn't let me sleep, all moaning and gasping.' Kamelia muttered.

'But not long ago I decided... didn't I leave humans to oppose them? To avoid marrying a man I didn't love and to be with a horse I loved?'

'Good enough. Joan?'

Joan stood there so blissful and dazed, so totally lost in the afterglow she didn't hear him.

'So what should I do now?'

'Just what Joan said' Kamelia grinned.

'What did she say?'

'Stop slacking around and get to work.'

'Me next!' Darkmane shouted.

'Then me!' Blue Mist laughed.

'Always the last, always on the end.' Kamelia muttered grumpily.

'Look, Darky. I just finished, I'm not ready for another go yet. What if I play with the...'

'No pussy jokes!' Kamelia snarled.

'...with the rose of the assassins...' Janosik grinned and Kamelia nodded appreciatively, 'and then you'll have me in for a full ride?'

'I could help, actually I'd love to help' Blue Mist smiled, leaning her cheek against Janosik's flank as Kamelia was rubbing against his legs, purring loudly.

Without more ado, as Kamelia was passing between hin front legs, from back to front, Janosik grabbed a scruff of skin on her neck in his teeth. Kamelia snarled loudly and crouched, rising her rump high in the air. Janosik squatted a little, so that his belly rested on the cougar's back a little, and he began thrusting his hips a bit.

That's when the human hands came into play, a thumb that landed right in the opening of the rose of the assassin, and as she thrust her hips backwards, it slipped inside.

'YEEEES! You're so thick you're splitting me!' Kamelia howled out through closed teeth. 'Put it all in! Deeper!' and Blue Mist sunk her thumb above the joint, she wiggled it a little and twisted. Kamelia gave out a hiss, then gasped hard, her tongue sticking out a bit. Blue Mist could feel her coming, her opening spasming on her thumb. And she saw the stallion's maleness poking out of his sheath, and couldn't resist kissing it and nibbling on it a bit.

Janosik released Kamelia and she lay on the grass, panting heavily. Blue Mist sucked on the maleness, drinking the pre-cum and massaging the length to get more of it.

'It's my turn now.' Darkmane poked the girl's back with her nose.

'I'm just playing. Preparing him for you, you know.'

'I want him now all mine, preparing and all. Make room.' the mare stuck her head under the male's belly and licked his tip a bit, then she turned around, rising her tail high and to a side, presenting herself, standing ready.

Janosik raised his upper lip, scenting the delicious treasure, then tasted it licking deep and tenderly. The twin lips were more muscled, full, thicker than Joan's, but not nearly as wet. He explored the inside, curled his tongue around the big, thick clitoris, then put his chin on her back and jumped.

Hard and ready, he thrust...and he missed, it went under her belly, rubbing her tender teats. He retreated a bit, pushed again, but this time it slid up hitting the base of her tail, he tried a few times more, but to no avail, he was just too short for her.

'Please, take me, I want you so badly!' she cried out, squatting a little and releasing a little urine, unable to withstand the arousal.

'Need some help?' Blue Mist grinned.

'We'll manage. Roll over.'

'What?' Darky looked confused.

'Lay down and roll on your back! We'll do it like humans do it. Nothing will stop me from giving you my seed, and certainly not height difference.'

Darkmane obediently rolled on her back, as Janosik straddled her and lay on top of her. Still, in the awkward position he couldn't hit the spot. Darkmane was begging, cursing, pleading and ordering but as he tried, either the angle was wrong or it would slip out or he'd miss. Finally he felt a hand on his maleness and it firmly and surely guided him to the entrance.

Darkmane cried out, feeling him slipping in. It hurt, she didn't expect it to hurt, but the desire, the wish to be taken was too much for the pain to stop her. She was a little short on breath from the position and from the pony's weight on her chest, but she felt him inside, she was his, he took her and wanted her and that was all that mattered to her. The physical feeling far, unimportant, but the closeness of his soul, being together, it was making her cry from happiness.

But then his thrusts increased and the physical feeling wasn't unimportant anymore. Being the sign and the essence of their bonding, it exploded in her, making her spasm and kick up in the air, as he was making his way into her in rapid thrusts, each deeper than the previous, each retreating the same way, so he was nearly taking it out, but sinking deeper every time, thrusting a long way in.

He slowed down and began to whisper. 'You're gonna bear my children. Buckskin with a black stripe along the back. Most beautiful foals we've ever seen. You will give birth to one, and as soon as you can, I will give you another to bear. and then another, maybe even twins.'

A quiet cry froze in Darkmane's throat, her body suddenly arcing in an orgasm so powerful she lifted the pony off the ground entirely, she was thrashing her head around, crying out quietly, and her sex flailed wildly on the shaft, pulling it in, milking it and gripping, not letting it go. He kicked the ground with his hind legs, driving the rest of the way in, feeling his urethea matching her cervix perfectly, he bowed to her ear and whispered 'here comes our firstborn'.

He closed his eyes as he prepared to plant his seed, a deep shudder running through his body as his maleness throbbed, hardened like a rock, and he launched the first wave of life, feeling it spray through the urethea, in a jet covering her womb. Not a second lasted when he sent another, but it wasn't the same body he was sending it in. Feeling his seed inside sent Darkmane into such a deep throe of orgasm, making her body stretch long like in the furthest jump, arcing her back, eyes open wide, sweat on her flanks, and the sight of infinity in her eyes, infinity beyond time, bloodline of their offspring reaching centuries into the future. And as each jet of cum was hitting her inside, she was reacting as if hit by a whip, twisting, arcing, but above all never letting go, never letting a single drop escape outside.

Janosik lay spent on top of her and she gasped hard. 'Stay inside... every last drop... your firstborn... twins...'

Janosik smiled to her. 'You're not in heat. Not fertile yet.'

'Don't spoil it, silly. Yes, firstborn twins. A girl and a boy.'

Janosik gave her a small kiss to the mouth and slipped off her, finding his feet a bit unsteadily.

'Now me!' Blue Mist cried out, jumping up and clapping her hands like a little girl. 'At last! You can't imagine how I desired this moment.'

'This is going to be interesting.' Kamelia muttered to Joan, who recovered in the meantime and was watching the show with a real interest.'

'Why?'

'She's been training, stretching herself to fit him.'

'So?'

'She wasn't very successful.'

'He's gonna hurt her!'

'Did he hurt you?'

'No, but... all right, I'll trust him on this.'

Meanwhile a different dialogue was taking place betwee the two soon-to-be lovers.

'But Misty, dearest, give me a while to recover.'

'But I need you!' she squirmed, pushing her legs together. Watching you with them made me so hot! Can I at least lick it?'

'Better prepare a place for it. Lay on something to match the height, you know.'

'I have the place long prepared! Come!' she dashed into the woods.

He followed her as she grabbed her blanket and ran for half a mile or so, till she stood in front of a block of stone sticking out of the ground.

'Here. Just the right height, just the right shape.' she said, throwing the blanket over the rock and turning to him.

Out of nowhere, Janosik was holding a big red apple in his teeth. Blue Mist blushed, walked up to him and dropped on her knees, taking a bite as he held the aple for her. After a few of her bites, he let her hold the apple for him. He ate the part with the core, then held the rest for her and let her eat it till their mouths met.

They were drinking taste of the apple juice and their hot, husky breaths off each other's mouth. Nibbling at each other's lips, teeth momentarily touching, pressing firmly against the other's teeth.

Then they broke the kiss and he pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close as she knelt in front of him, embracing him.

'I might hurt you today' he whispered.

'Only if you refuse me' she answered and pushed harder against him.

'I don't know if I can stop. Not even if you ask me.'

'I won't.'

She felt his front leg risen a little, the soft fur of his fetlock rubbing her down there. She pulled her dress up, squirmed against the fetlock firmly pressed it against her folds.

He released her from his embrace and without a moment of hesitation she threw the dress over her head, standing in her naked glory. Next moment she lay on the rock on her belly, her perfect mounds exposed, ready and glistening with moisture.

Janosik rubbed his chin on her loins gently, then gave her a small nudge.

'I want to be seing your face. To feel your breasts with my chest.'

She rolled on her back, curling her legs up. He put his neck between her legs, mouth between her shapely breasts and nickered softly. The vibrations of his throat brought a deep shudder up her spine, as her privates got the gentle massage. She held his mane, digging her fingers in the tangle of black hair. 'Do me' she whispered. 'I'm not going to be more ready than I am now, and I don't want to wait a moment more.'

Next moment she felt his hooves fly along her flanks and his weight land upon her chest. It was heavy but far from unbearable.She felt the tip probing around her entrance, pushing right against it a few times, but it seemed to be far too big, it wouldn't fit, it would merely push against her pubic bone.

She felt more wet than before, recognizing the scent, thickly sprayed with his pre, a solid layer of lube. Then she felt his tip against her opening, probing gently, pushing the folds sligtly apart, the very tip sinking in, stretching her just as much as she was capable of, far less than was needed.

The soft pressure remailed as his chest slid up hers, his fur against her skin, loosening up, preparing. He bent his neck reaching with his lips to hers and she forgot herself in the taste of the apple for a second... and that was enough. He drank the shout off her mouth as her body strained, last remains of her hymen torn to pieces, her labia stretched painfully and bleeding slightly from a small tear, the first few inches of his maleness inside.

Her breath was short, ragged and pained. It hurt, and it hurt a lot, not the nice pleasure-bordering-on-pain, just outright, sharp, mind-twisting pain of getting badly hurt. Tears streamed down her face, she clutched her teeth and closed her fists, small sobs escaping her throat. She gathered the little strength she had to get a deeper breath, and he prepared to retreat on her command.

'Do it' she breathed out, clutching her teeth in pain.

'No. I'm hurting you. I can see you're not enjoying it the least bit.'

'Do it' she muttered aain, and a small strained smile appeared on her face 'and I'll enjoy it next time'

He retreated a litle and she cried out from pain a bit as he did. She braced herself for the next thrust, he hesitated and she mutered 'Don't hold back.'

And he didn't, driving half of his length in, hitting her cervix hard, and leting her recover a bit as she yelled, cried, loud cry of hurt, tears streaming down her cheeks. She cried like a hurt child and she embraced his neck, pushed her face in his chest and cried into his fur, sobbing loudly.

'Do it, do it, do it' she cried through her sobs, the pained voice sounded as if full of complaint. And he did, he retreated nearly to her opening, rising few high cries from her, then without waiting he heaved his whole weight against her, driving deep and hard, tearing her cervix open, filling her womb and pushing its back wall hard with his wide flare. She yelled a full-throated roar of pain, while he pumped mercilessly, her nails dug into his flanks, drawing blood, as she was shouting out the pain of her mutilated body, but he ignored it, he wouldn't stop, thrusting his hips into her, almost all of his length used, pulling the blood-smeared member a little out and pushing it back in as far as it would go, repeatedly, hammering into her, ignoring her pain, her cries and tears. He felt his maleness in a tight ring of her labia,her vagina embracing it snugly, the ring of cervix so tight it was almost cutting into it, then thick, firm muscles of the womb. The hard shaft throbbed, hardened and grew in size even more, stretching her that one last bit more, making the tears slightly wider, forcing her throat into a pitch higher cry, and as she felt him freeze and explode into her, she managed a ragged 'yes' holdin him hard as he was sending a wave after wave of cum into her, filling her and stretching her womb even more..

Still deep inside, his member softened, the pressure of the liquids alone pushed it out, the splash of cum and blood mixing with urine which was already ruining the blanket, Blue Mist unable to withhold it, not even realizing she did.

She lay there, her legs spread wide, her bleeding vagina exposed and gaping, and she cried, long, pained sobs and cries of hurt. He walked up to her and she embraced his neck and cried into it, and for a long while her sobs didn't subside. Darkmane had left as soon as she realized it would be just about pain. Joan looked away, avoiding the sight. Kamelia stared at the scene with a mute fascination.

Joan walked up and despite some disgust, cleaned Blue Mist with her tongue as good as she only could. 'You shouldn't have' she wispered to Janosik as Blue Mist finally released his neck and drifted out to a fevered, nervous sleep.

'She wouldn't live through me refusing her.'

Joan nodded and didn't argue further. He had a point and an annoying habit to be usually right.

He stood by her, watching over her sleep.

'As soon as you heal. As soon as you want again. I will reward you for your pain and faith, best as I can, my love.'

by Sharpfang Fri Apr 18 07:32:31 CEST 2008