Tender Love and Care
Colts are playful. Colts test the limits of what they are allowed to do. As colts grow up, one of their favorite games is to pretend they're grown stallions, playfully jumping up behind their dams. There is nothing sexual about it, and all colts do it. The colts of course only know that their dams are safe and would never hurt them. Melior's dam knew this, and many other things her own dam had told her about colts for when she had one of her own.
The first time Melior tried playfully mounting his dam it was late in the spring of the year he was born. He was three months and two days old, and she very nearly kicked him against the nearest tree.
In his dam's defense she did not have much experience with someone jumping up behind her. In fact it had only happened once in her six years, on the day of the rape that had resulted in her pregnancy and ultimately the birth of her son, Melior. Not only that, but the colt took strongly after his sire in appearance, with the same unusual grey and red speckled coat though the grey was more white on the youngster. He was not quite so lanky as other foals, being of a somewhat heavier and broader build - just like the draft stallion who had sired him.
Even the gender was the same, obviously. In fact the only physical trait he seemed to have inherited from his dam was the slowly growing horn rising from his forehead, at the time still just a dull bump that hadn't made the skin part and heal around its base. To those knowing the full story the unicorn mare's reaction to her son's newest game was probably understandable, but to the colt it was impossible to understand why his mother would suddenly kick him or why his chest hurt so badly afterwards, and to the mare it was simply unforgivable. She spent hours fussing over him and making sure he was unharmed, which he fortunately was, and after a few rounds of sticking his muzzle under one of her hindlegs to nurse he seemed to have forgotten all about what she'd done.
All the same it was several months until he tried it again, a game of tag in the warm summer sun that saw him suddenly rearing up behind her and land his hooves on her rump. This time his dam froze up completely practically in the middle of a step, and Melior did the same. He no longer remembered the pain of the kick to his chest, nor the kick itself, but somewhere in the back of his mind was a sudden warning that his dam disapproved of what he was doing. He was not yet old enough to start finding out why his dam wanted him to not do certain things, and he quickly jumped back down and approached her with his head lowered and jaws chewing submissively to apologize. To this his dam sighed, gave him a gentle nuzzle and told him it was okay.
This all gave the mare a lot to think about, however. Just that morning Melior had asked her if they were the only ones of their kind, because he'd seen so many of the forest's animals and had wondered why he never saw other unicorns. She hadn't known how to explain that she deliberately avoided their company and had done so for a year and a half. She couldn't possibly explain to a colt how she'd come to fear meeting others because she couldn't stop thinking about how he was conceived, when the colt's greatest fear was to all of a sudden not know where she was.
She stood guard all that night watching over her sleeping colt and thinking, trying to find a solution that could work. She knew she was neglecting him in some ways; he had never experienced the joy of playing tag with another foal, had never had an aunt to tell him that his dam was sometimes too lenient, had never looked up to a good stallion and wanted to be just like him. She knew it was not a good situation for either them and she had to find a compromise, a way for Melior to meet other unicorns and not believe himself all alone in the world while at the same time not exposing herself to too much risk.
It was as the sun was rising on a new day the unicorn mare realized two things. First of all, that her fear was not of meeting and speaking with other unicorns but the stallions in particular. It was not a unicorn that had raped her, but in her mind they might easily be capable of doing the same thing. They were all stallions, after all. Secondly she realized that there was a single stallion left of whom she was not afraid, however young he may be. Melior was her son and would sooner cut off a leg than cause her harm, just as she would lay her life in a heartbeat if it would keep him safe. That bond of trust was what connected them, and the idea took shape in her head that through her son she might convince herself that not every stallion in the world would seek to rape her. Maybe she would then have the courage to seek out old friends and family for him to meet before it was too late.
* * *
All through the autumn she redoubled her efforts to make him a better stallion than his sire, just as she had promised him only a few minutes after he had been born. She made herself more aware of what he was doing, scolded him more thoroughly for misbehaving and gave him grander praise whenever he did good. She played with him more often whether she was tired or not, taking the place of the playmates he so sorely lacked, and she steeled herself against the minor displays of stallion behavior her colt exhibited until she hardly even noticed them anymore.
Winter came early that year, blanketing the forest in deep layers of snow and ice. Naked trees stood as silent guardians over the white ground, and the two unicorns spent most of their days scavenging for just a bit of grass or old leaves to eat. The cold was easily felt even through their shaggy winter coats, the wind pulled their tails deep between their legs whenever they turned their rumps to it for shelter, and when he woke in the morning the newly fallen snow all over his back and neck made Melior look much more like his dam than his sire.
It was a harsher winter than had been seen for many years, the kind that exterminates most of the coming year's insects and all but the strongest animals. After a couple of weeks of the terrible cold the situation was becoming clear to the mare, though her answer to her son's daily questions on whether the world would always be covered in white snow remained the same: No, of course it wouldn't, and she hoped every day that she wasn't lying to him.
Near the end of the autumn months she had slowly begun to wean the colt, coercing him to eat some more grass before she would let him nurse, but as the cold went on she stopped those efforts and allowed him to again nurse as he wanted to so at least one of them felt a little warm at times. His horn had grown long enough that it rested against her hip as he drank, and after the first time the tip had poked her skin and she'd given him a sharp nip in return he was very careful with it. As he nursed the mare would rest her head on his rump with her eyes closed, remembering the warm days of summer and trying to pretend the dream was reality.
Nature brought Melior the best birthday gift he could have imagined though he had no concept of birthdays yet, with a warmer wind blowing in between the trees that made the snow thaw and drip from the otherwise empty branches. The sudden warmth in the air made the colt gallop around like crazy, ducking in between the trees, kicking up snow and running wide circles out of sight to suddenly come rushing back from a different direction than where he'd vanished. His dam was just relieved at the change in weather and tired from many weeks of barely enough food to sustain herself, let alone providing milk for her foal. She smiled at him, nickered encouragement to keep playing, but other than that did not participate.
Watching the colt play she realized the winter had brought many changes. If she didn't know better she would have thought it was his second birthday and not the first as he was nearly as tall as her, with both tail and mane grown out nearly to the length of an adult. She'd only ever seen him ducked down out of the worst of the wind and snow for the duration of the winter and hadn't even noticed how much he had grown. Now it was like seeing him for the first time since there were still a few leaves left on the trees, and she liked what she saw. He was turning out both big and strong, the strange color of his coat wasn't quite so jarring to her eye anymore, and trusting in her own ability to raise him right she thought to herself that he would make a fine stallion when he was fully grown. A son to be proud of.
"Momma! Momma! Come see what I found!" She sighed out at the sound of Melior's excited voice, one of the many truths her dam had told her surfacing in her mind: Whenever you start to feel proud of your colt, no matter what greatness he has just accomplished, he will be sure to cause trouble a moment later. She nickered out to him when he came running into sight from behind some of the barren trees and skidded to a halt in front of her.
"Easy, easy," she called, trying to calm him a bit before he crashed right into her. "What is it this time?" Last time he had found a spot where there was still grass beneath the thick snow, and her stomach growled like a mountain lion in anticipation.
"We're not alone!" the colt nickered excitedly while dancing around in a tight circle in front of her, then starting to run off the way he'd come. The mare froze, the warmth of the breeze lost and all the snow of the forest suddenly running down her spine. The farm. They were close to the farm.
"Melior, STOP!" she screamed after him, and the colt obeyed her order with such promptness that he tripped and fell. She hurried after him, getting between him and the farm to push him in the other direction even before he was back on his hooves. "They are not like us," she told him, her voice shivering with a fear the colt heard but couldn't fully understand. "They are very bad and very dangerous. You must never go to them, do you hear me?"
The colt stumbled forward following his mother's instructions, heading deeper into the forest again with her trailing right behind him. "I won't, momma," he pleaded, some of the mare's fear rubbing off on him and making him skittish. Soon he was running at full speed through the forest, not stopping until his dam slowed down. By then he was panting for breath and shivering, and she nuzzled tenderly over his neck.
"It's all right now," she nickered, her muzzle rubbing up and down the colt's neck before giving him a little nudge to move down along her flank. "Come here, calm down now." And Melior did as she suggested, dipping his muzzle down and under her belly, comforting himself with the familiar feel of his dam's teat between his lips and warm milk covering his tongue. The mare sighed out over him, head turned to look back in the direction of the farm with hate evident in her brown eyes. If she had anything to say in the matter, Melior would never get to so much as see the brute who had sired him.
* * *
The warm weather stuck, and within a week most of the snow had melted in favor of muddy pools and the occasional green sprout where the grass was waking from its slumber during the winter. Melior got himself several lessons on why he shouldn't overgraze one spot but move on to the next, and his dam tried in vain to teach him that splashing through mud or stomping his hoof repeatedly into deep puddles was not a good form of entertainment.
The colt never realized it, but his dam was watching him like a hawk to make sure he didn't sneak off to check out the farm. She didn't fully trust that he had believed her when she told him it was dangerous there, but after nearly three weeks had passed without Melior trying to get away from her she began to relax. By then spring was everywhere, with bees humming about, birds singing and fighting over nests, all the creatures of the forest busily securing homes and mates for the year or life as they preferred.
Melior was oblivious to most of this, of course. He enjoyed the songs of the birds above and that was about it. His attention was on eating, sleeping, and hassling his dam whenever he wasn't doing the first two. As the ground dried up after the thawing snow his new game of splash-all-the-water died out naturally, the soft spring rains just didn't provide puddles that were deep enough to be any fun, and therefore he returned to a tried and true game that had brought him so much fun the year before: Jumping up behind his dam to put his hooves on her back, nipping her a bit, and quickly running away when she started bucking or turning to nip him back.
To her great surprise the mare found she actually didn't mind it as much as she had previously, and in a way she had missed it during the winter. At times she would still be tense and nervous when she hadn't noticed him sneaking up on her, and the game was a little different now that he had grown so much, but it had become just that to her as well: A game with rules set in stone, rules that meant she didn't have to be afraid. The thought of one day letting an actual stallion do the same still made her shiver and remember being stuck in the tight space between a fence and a gate, but it did not fill her with the same sense of dread as it used to.
The warmer days of spring also saw Melior's weaning resumed, and it wasn't long before he only came to his dam's side and suckled at her teats for comfort rather than to sate a hungry stomach. She enjoyed the moments when he did, hugging over his rump which now stood fully beside her shoulder and listening to the quiet slurping of his lips and tongue. She quickly learned to tell when he was hungry, when something had spooked him, and when he needed a few quiet moments to think. When hunger drove him he'd tug and nudge at the udder and she would push him away so he could eat some grass instead. If spooked he would be gentler and lean closely on her while calming down, and she would in turn nuzzle him and tell him not to worry.
The easiest to recognize was when the colt was lost in thought. He'd sometimes to forget to actually suckle, just stand there with his head pushed between her hindlegs, the horn resting on her thigh and her teat between his lips, but nothing would happen for seconds at a time. His dam was amused by this, spending the silent moments trying to guess what he might ask next. Once he wanted to know why birds could fly and he couldn't, another time he wanted an explanation of why there had to be bees, and yet another time it was why leaves were green but didn't taste like grass.
"Momma?" he asked, the seal of his lips around the teat breaking as he pulled his head back and raised it over her hip so he could look back at her. Another second or two allowed her to guess at what he was going to ask this time, but all of her own suggestions turned out wrong when he continued, "Why do you smell different than you usually do?"
She wasn't immediately sure what he was talking about, her mind moving to consider if there had been more than dust in the last spot she'd gone for a roll to get rid of annoying itches under her coat, but she dismissed that idea after just a moment. Melior would recognize that and not have to ask, especially after the stuff he'd rolled about in after thinking there was nothing but dry leaves under his hooves. No, it had to be something else.
"How do you mean?" she asked of him, giving his rump a playful nip that wasn't even enough to make him flinch, let alone step away from her. "Are you calling me smelly now?" That accusation made Melior quickly turn around, his broad chest bumping against her thigh and forcing her to push back against him to avoid losing her balance. The colt was really gaining strength at an alarming rate. He moved his head to hers, keeping his own low and chewing apologetically at the air. She couldn't resist a little smile as she gave his muzzle a tender lick. "I'm just joking, sweetheart. What did you really mean?"
With an uncertain toss of his head the colt turned away from his dam and trotted off through the small clearing in the woods. "Over here," he nickered back to her, stopping not all that far away. "It smells different where you pee." The problem became immediately obvious to the mare and she let out a quiet laugh at her colt, making him perk his ears and slowly walk back towards her.
"That is nothing to worry about at all, dearheart," she told him, nosing up through his lengthening cream-colored mane when he came back into reach. She'd been about his age when her own dam had told her about coming into season and what it meant, though it would still be a year or more before she - or in this case her son - would actually need to understand it. Unicorns matured somewhat slower than their hornless relatives, after all, and the vast majority were well past their second birthday before puberty set in.
"But why?" the colt persisted with the question, and his dam sighed. How could she explain it to him? He'd never seen a stallion, had never seen others mate save maybe some of the forest's other creatures, and probably still thought they were essentially alone in the world. So how could she explain about stallions, where foals come from, about mating itself when the very thought of it brought back images of her own sole experience?
"Well, sometimes I do smell different," she started slowly, mind working overtime to come up with an answer that would satisfy the colt's curiosity without starting too many new questions, and she shot him a stern look when he began to protest the non-answer of those few words. "You know how you always ask if there's just us?" she then asked him, surprising herself with the decision to go that route. "Well, this smell might make others curious so they come and find us. It's not something I do on purpose, it's just something that happens sometimes."
Melior seemed satisfied with that answer, returning to where she'd apparently peed earlier in the day, and his dam looked off in the other direction as she tried to remember where it was her sister had settled down with a more or less permanent mate. She hadn't thought of them for many months, more than she cared to admit, and it was mostly because of the stallion. He had been nice, sure, but he had also made his interest apparent to her sister's great amusement. Back then she'd just told him the interest wasn't mutual and that had been that, but after the events at the farm she did not dare trust he would take no for an answer again.
That thought made her shiver in the otherwise warm air, images flashing past her eyes of what he might do to her until she chased them off with a violent shake of her head. Clearly she had not come as far along as she had believed when just the thought of someone who had already proven himself understanding was enough to make her quake with panic. A deep sigh made her flanks expand for a couple of sends as she turned her head with the intention of called Melior back to her, but he'd vanished from where she'd just seen him.
For a moment a different chill ran down her spine. Normally she would see where the colt ran off to and more or less know where he was, but now he was just gone from one second to the next. She breathed in enough air to let out a shrill call for him to come back and do so quickly, but a nudge against her thigh and Melior's soft voice saved her the embarassment just in time. "I think it would work, momma," the colt informed her while rubbing his muzzle against her leg. "It makes me want to come find you but I already know where you are," he laughed.
With a thoughtful look in her eyes the mare sized up the colt standing behind her. She had been so absorbed in her own thoughts she hadn't even noticed him moving back there and now she couldn't even say with certainty if he'd done anything more than just sniff at her leg and rub his muzzle against it. A halfway finished thought ran through her head, telling her that she knew he would obey her and back away the moment he was told to do so. He wouldn't do anything to hurt her. He was safe.
It went in small cramp-like jerks, but she managed to make her tail slowly lift up next to Melior's muzzle. At first he didn't even seem to notice over looking up to her head, so she made the tail turn to the side and brush very lightly against his shoulder. That got the colt's attention, turning his head to the white tail and catching the scent that was released from beneath it. Nostrils flared out to take in the scent, greedily sucking it in through great snorts. The mare's heart was beating hard as if recovering from a long run when she flicked her tail over to the other side and bared her dark folds for her colt.
Melior's red muzzle slid down along her leg, drawn to the source of the warm scent by an invisible force he was both unable and unwilling to resist. His head dipped down and turned inwards to the warm skin, his nostrils again widening to drink in the scent. The tail moved, coming closer and bapping at his muzzle. "That's enough, now go play," the mare said, but he couldn't. He just had to fill himself on the smell for a little longer, wanted to keep himself close to her. A shift of his hooves brought his nose firmly against the dark skin, and he was just about to part his lips to have a taste of her when her tail slapped his muzzle and a hindhoof kicked him square in the chest. "I said enough!" the mare shrieked.
Melior jumped back in shock with the white showing in his eyes, vague memories of having been kicked before and feeling the world collapse around him flooding his young mind. The interesting smell, the warm caress of it through his nostrils, it was all drowned in the sudden fear he was made to feel. He quickly ducked his head chewed pitifully at the air to surrender and apologize, but for the first time in his life his dam did not immediately pardon him his transgressions. She turned to face him, ears flattened closer to her skull than he'd ever seen before and her head held high.
Never before had he considered his dam intimidating. She had been kind and loving, protective and caring, playful and known. This was a completely unknown side to her, and it was one he did not like at all. He had no clue what he had done wrong other than not listening the first time she'd told him to stop, and even though he wasn't sure why this time was any worse than all the other times he'd just wanted to see what he could get away with he only had one thought in his head: He had to make his dam not hate him.
He was a poor sight as he practically crawled across the ground, making himself appear smaller and smaller by ducking his head almost to the ground and letting his body sink down between shoulders and hips. It wasn't easy for his dam to keep up the angry expression for very long as she hated seeing him in such a state of despair, and once he started babbling incoherent apologies for everything between not listening to her and eating a flower she wanted to eat she relented, turning her head away and calling him back to her.
Melior was not going to let his dam repeat that request as well, rushing to her side and shivering against her. It had barely even been a minute, but in that minute the young colt had suddenly come to understand how alone he would be without his dam and how terrible it would be for her to stay angry with him. Now she was no longer angry and showed it with soft rubs of her muzzle over his back, and the colt lowered his head down her flank with relief. It didn't take many seconds for him to turn his muzzle under her belly and let his experienced lips latch on to the nearest of the two teats. His dam didn't object to this little bit of comfort, even feeling a little guilty about scaring him enough to make it necessary, and stood there nuzzling at his hip and thigh while the colt filled his muzzle and stomach with warm milk.
Another thought occured to her while the colt drank of her milk, one that was far more problematic. While she didn't want her son to grow up and act like his sire she was equally as opposed to having him grow up and be terrified of approaching a mare. She knew what fear might lead to, and within a few short seconds she came to the realization that he could become a dangerous brute in more ways than one. Lack of respect, fear, selfishness ... The mare turned her head to look down at the suckling colt, silently wondering what other ways she might be overlooking.
A quiet burp announced that Melior considered himself full a couple of seconds before he pulled his head out from between her hindlegs, tongue licking across his lips to clean them and a much more relaxed expression now evident in his eyes. It made his dam relieved to see that he had calmed down so easily, but the thought still nagged in her mind that her own actions might contribute to making him more like his sire.
"Melior sweetie?" she asked him with the softest whicker she could muster, making the colt instantly perk his ears and turn his around to the sound of her voice. "I'm sorry I kicked you. It ..." She trailed off when a quick look of hurt flashed over her son's features though it was gone as quickly as it had shown itself. "It is important that you listen to me, you know that. And if you ever meet other mares than me you must listen to them as well. Especially if they tell you they don't want you sniffing around under their tail. Do you understand that?"
There was a slight hesitation before the colt bowed his head in understanding as he waited to see if she said anything more. "I do, momma. And I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." His voice was both calm and sincere, though she knew him well enough to detect a faint hint of nerves still lingering deep down. She couldn't entirely deny her own nerves, her heart hadn't yet returned to its normal pace after the fear of thinking she couldn't stop him - but she could.
It was the knowledge that she could make him listen with a hoof if need be that made her give his thigh a light nudge of her muzzle. "If you promise to stop the moment I tell you to I'll let you sniff a little more." She had perhaps overestimated his obedience the last time, but she was sure he'd remember the importance of listening now.
Melior seemed confused at first, his large head turning halfway towards her rump before heading in the other direction again to look at her. "You mean the smell under your tail?" he asked, and the mare couldn't help but smile at the innocence that was so apparent in his choice of words. With a quiet chuckle she nodded and gave his thigh another nudge to send him on his way.
"I don't mind," she told him, and it was only a half lie. If she'd felt like she had better options she would have taken them in a heartbeat but now she had to make sure the colt did not start thinking of mares in heat as dangerous or unpredictable, no matter how true the latter might be. She would let him take a few breaths of the scent and then again tell him to leave her alone, let him see he wouldn't get kicked if he did as asked. She watched him turn his head to her hindquarters again, carefully approaching with muscles tense and ready to jump away from her hooves if it came to that.
By the time Melior finally found the courage to turn his head and reach around the back of his dam's thigh she had long since made herself lift her silken tail back up and flick it off to the side, away from the colt so the dark skin of her folds once more lay bared before him. She could just barely detect her own scent, but to the colt it was intoxicating and overpowering as it grabbed hold of his nostrils and dragged him closer. He tried to resist, tried pulling his head back to no avail as it moved practically on its own until his nose bumped firmly against his dam's damp folds.
The young colt froze in place when he felt the mare's body tense up in reaction to his touch. He had not been allowed to actually touch, only sniff the wonderful scent coming from her, and he waited for three quick beats of his heart before deciding that she didn't mind after all or she would have called him back. His attention returned quickly to the source of the warm scent, breathing deeply and letting it fill his broad nostrils until it tickled all over his body.
His muzzle pushed gently against the dark skin, ears perked and alert for his dam telling him that his attention had become unwanted while his nose explored. With his muzzle buried under her tail he couldn't see the look of concern on his dam's face as she struggled to keep herself from kicking again, a reaction the mare badly wanted to be rid of even if it took her son to get her used to what should be a pleasant sensation but to her only brought back dark memories of his conception. "Go on," she whickered with feigned carelessness the colt was too absorbed to detect.
The permission made Melior slowly part his lips and allow his broad tongue to play out over the dark skin. The first lick could hardly even be called that, his tongue only just touching skin before he pulled it back into his muzzle, but the following strokes each came faster and firmer than the last. The taste was indescribable, sweeter than the freshest grass and hot against his tongue without actually burning it as it mixed with the still lingering taste of his dam's milk. It made his chest swell with a hundred feelings he couldn't make any sense of, his mind clouded over with just as many half instinctive thoughts, and between his hindlegs the colt's sheath spilled forth the first few inches of his young and virgin stallionhood.
The way she stood with her head over his rump to watch him the mare did not notice right away how her colt was reacting to the scent of her heat. In fact it wasn't until he stepped forward to allow his muzzle to brush from her sex and down the inside of her thigh that she saw the dropped shaft lightly swaying under his belly. By then most of it had slipped free of its confines, revealing black and pink skin mottled together like his sire's but far cleaner. It wasn't the first time she saw it as the colt usually let it drop a bit in order to pee, but it was the first time she saw it like this, firm and stretched underneath him.
Two thoughts ran through the mare's head almost at the same time. The first told her that enough was enough now and she should stop him immediately, while the other more quietly reminded her that he was just her colt and barely a year old, far from the age of sexual maturity for unicorns. He was harmless in more ways than one and would soon lose interest once the initial curiosity had been sated. Finding nothing wrong with this line of thought she raised her tail a little higher so it was completely out of the way when Melior's nose moved back up along her thigh and once more pressed firmly to her folds.
Completely overwhelmed by the combination of scent and taste the young colt nudged his muzzle against his dam's sex, making the lips part slightly and rubbing her scent off on the velvety pad of his nose. He pulled his head back quickly when the scent suddenly seemed a lot stronger, shaking it and blinking rapidly in a futile attempt to think clearly again but only finding the warm scent everywhere he turned his head. He took a few confused steps without actually moving anywhere, only turning his body away from his dam and then behind her as his muzzle rose up and rested on her rump.
He had done this with her many times, mounting her playfully and then running away, but even as his hooves left the ground and reached up over her he had a feeling that something was different this time without knowing what it was. His legs stretched out over her back as he'd done so often before, then slid off to each side to find a better balance by hugging around her. His hindlegs stepped uncertainly back and forth as they supported his weight, the colt leaning back on them rather than resting on his dam, but he had no idea what to do next. The mottled stallionhood remained only half erect under his belly, dipping down towards the ground and far from where nature would have intended it to go.
Having her colt suddenly rear up and mount her did not come as a huge shock to the mare, and like her son she thought of the other times she'd allowed him to playfully do the very same thing. She waited patiently for the inevitable outcome and spent the short wait on enjoying the gentle touch of his legs around her - something that came as more of a surprise to her than the mounting itself. It didn't take long for Melior to give up, just as she had predicted he would, and he stepped back to pull himself down from her back and rump. "That's a good colt," she nickered to him, turning her head around to send him a comforting smile. "But I think that's en-"
The deep lick of the colt's tongue over her sex made her cut off her own sentence. Her back arched up and her folds involuntarily winked a wet kiss against his tongue and allowed him to slip it inside. He didn't do anything more than continue his lick upwards between the twin lips, but it was enough to make his dam close her eyes and lower her head a bit. It felt far better than anything his sire had subjected her to, mainly because she wasn't in a state of fear now, but she still forced herself to take a step forward. It was time to put an end to this and send her son off to graze for a while.
Having the focus of his attention start to move away did not discourage Melior in the slightest. He hardly even noticed it at all, hooves carrying him forward on their own to keep his nose under his dam's tail. Maybe he hadn't heard the partial request to stop, maybe he didn't realize that's what it was, maybe he just didn't care at that point, but one thing was certain: He wanted to let that smell fill his nostrils forever if it could. Hot breath blew out through his wide nostrils and washed over the moist sex, making it wink open again and making the mare came to a quick halt in front of him.
Momentum carried the colt a step too far, his neck arching until his cheek almost touched his chest just to keep his nose by his dam's folds. The swaying stallionhood slapped up under his belly as the scent of her heat surrounded his head and continued with him even when he was forced to turn his muzzle to the side and rub it against her thigh. Something wet dripped down his nosepad but he didn't have enough spare attention to even care. With an eager hurr he raised his head up, dragging it over his dam's rump and down along the other leg while dancing impatiently behind her.
The mare tried to voice a protest, but the words didn't make it any farther than her thoughts. Her colt was getting a bit too frisky for her tastes now, pressing against her and hurring like that. She raised a hoof in warning instead when words failed her, but at the same time Melior decided to mount her again. This time his legs went straight for hugging around her sides the way they had ended up doing less than a minute earlier, as if he was just resuming where he had left off, and his dam set her hoof back down to keep her balance under him. He'd dismount again a few seconds later and she could discourage him then.
The first serious hint that she had underestimated her son came in the form of his blunt tip kissing momentarily against the teardrop shaped folds before sliding down and between her legs. The desire to stop him returned in full force, her back arching and legs tensing to buck up underneath him in order to force him off of her back, but long before she got that far the colt pushed his hips forward again and nudged the tip of his stallionhood to her sex again. A wink greeted him, opening her up in front of his probing tip and allowing the otherwise gentle nudge to carry the first couple of inches inside.
Inexperience is the bane of any young stallion, Melior being no exception. The colt gasped out in surprise at the unexpected heat surrounding the tip of his mottled shaft, tried to shy away and thrust at the same time, and predictably made him pull just far enough back that the now glistening unflared head slipped back out between his dam's folds. Most might have dismounted then to start over from the beginning, which in his case would give his dam a chance to put a serious stop to his advances, but her scent still filled his nostrils courtesy of the wetness rubbed all over his nosepad and the colt drove himself forward again in desperate search of that wonderful feeling he'd had for just a scant few moments.
The mare shivered between his hugging forelegs, head ducked and eyes showing white. She was confused, afraid of what her son was doing and wanting to stop him but at the same time wanting him to just get it over with. It would be faster and easier that way, and her own body seemed to prefer that solution to the situation she found herself in. Her folds winked wide open in front of Melior's tip when it connected with her again and he pushed several more inches of his young stallionhood into her, enough that he wouldn't easily pull himself back out this time.
It was not as unpleasant as she had feared. In fact she found herself silently admitting that it wasn't unpleasant at all when he leaned forward and pushed more of his shaft through her passage. He clearly didn't have the same experience his sire had, but then again he wasn't quite as big either though she was surprised by just how endowed he actually was. Her sex clenched around him, making him put more effort into sinking himself as deep as he could, and she felt his muzzle gently caressing her shoulder.
Most of the colt's length vanished past his dam's folds on the first thrust, and after giving her that loving nuzzle he leaned back on his hindlegs so they supported a good portion of his weight. The mottled coltcock was halfway out by the time he realized his position was pulling on it, the black and pink flesh glistening in the light of the sun between his hindlegs and his dam's rump. He quickly jumped forward, burying himself within her again and letting him give another tender nuzzle to his dam's shoulder and the back of her neck, hot breath puffing out through that fine mane he so admired and envied.
Deep within her the tip of the colt's hard shaft grew, blooming into a wide flare that pushed out against the walls of her tunnel. She lowered her head a little more at that feeling, still clinging to the thought that unicorns reach sexual maturity after their second birthday, not the first. Of course Melior knew nothing of the impossibility of what he was doing, instincts driving him to push himself into his dam until the flaring tip met resistance. His breath came in quick snorts and gasps behind the mare's neck, the sound loud in her perked ears.
By then she didn't really want to stop him. She had dreaded what it would be like to ever have another stallion mount her after his sire's rape of her, and she could not be sure how she would react should any other ever try, but right now and right here it was pleasant. Her body felt like it molded itself around him as if he had just the perfect size for her, and he was being both gentle and loving. There was no biting, no rough thrusting, no humiliation or abuse - just desire he couldn't possibly understand. When she felt him leaning back to his hindlegs and the flared tip dragged back through her passage she took in a deep breath and held it, hindlegs shuffling apart as she braced herself.
He's still a colt, she thought to herself. Nothing will happen by letting him finish just this once.
It came as a surprise to the colt that he was again pulling away from the wonderful embrace around his cock when he shifted his weight off of his dam's back. He didn't want to be without it, didn't want to let go of all these pleasures the last few minutes had shown him, and so he drove himself back into the white mare. It felt like he continued forward forever, long past the point where his wide flare pressed against the entrance to her womb and bared it to him. He sank into her long past the first pulse that ran all the way from his virgin testicles, throbbed through the hard cock within his dam's tunnel, and culminated in a thick squirt of his quite fertile seed straight into the just as fertile womb.
The mare heard her colt gasp out in shock just as the first shot of warm fluid entered her womb, and she felt him quivering over and around her as more of his seed gushed into her. She wanted to turn and comfort her but couldn't, her body locked in place under his as he lost his virginity in the most unexpected of ways. He didn't bring her even close to her peak, she was too nervous and confused for that, but she didn't care about that. She found herself enjoying the warmth that spread out within her and coated the walls of her womb, enjoyed the gentle throbs of her colt's stallionhood as more of his seed pulsed into her.
It didn't take him long to be done, and the feeling of movement faded to be replaced by one of pure bliss. Melior couldn't recall ever feeling so perfectly happy before, not even when the snow had begun to melt or earlier when his dam forgave him his terrible transgression - one he could now hardly even remember what was. His head dipped deeper and deeper, brushing down his dam's shoulder to hang limply beside her, mouth agape and eyes distant and unfocused. He stayed like that for a while until his senses started to work properly again, chest heaving with every deep breath he took and exhaled down the mare's leg.
As she patiently waited for him to dismount his dam tried to recall what her own dam had told her, but there was nothing in her teachings about being careful around your own colt, not letting him smell that you're in heat or anything that could have warned her of this possibility. Her head turned around to her son's, nosing at him and giving him an encouraging whicker that didn't really contain any words. He responded by blinking groggily and then quickly stepping back from her, dragging himself off of her back and his dwindling erection out of her body.
The flare popped free with a loud slurp and came accompanied by a gush of ropey coltseed, some of it still dribbling from the wide flare as it swung back and forth between his hindlegs. The colt stood on shaky legs behind her, just looking at the white mess dripping from his dam's dark folds without really comprehending that he was the cause of it, nor what it meant. All he knew was that he felt good, accomplished, and incredibly tired.
Turning around to face her son the mare gingerly avoided stepping in the puddle left behind, nuzzling at the colt and leading him away. She wasn't sure what to say if there even was anything she could say in this situation, but for once her colt didn't seem to be in a hurry to have questions answered. He staggered next to her, waving back and forth until she allowed him to stop. "Tired," he mumbled, carefully turning around next to her and lowering his head along her thigh. "'N hungry." She didn't complain, just stepped her leg back so he could reach her udder, and as he drank to his heart's content she gently groomed at the red and white hairs of his rump.
"You did good, sweetie," she nickered to him, and her tail gave a little flick high in the air to fan her hot and dripping folds. "Now I'm sure you'll grow up to be a great and strong stallion someday." Melior didn't seem to listen to her, busy suckling on one of her teats, and she smiled as she rested her head on his powerful hindquarters. He didn't let her stand like that long, though, soon finishing his meal and laying straight down in the fresh grass to rest without caring about the few droplets of his own seed he had spilled there before the flare retracted fully into his sheath.
His dam watched over him, staring off into the distance and lost in thought.
* * *
"His coat is ... peculiar." The other mare turned her head, looking away from the two frolicking yearlings. "Who's the sire?"
Melior's dam didn't meet her sister's gaze, keeping it fixed on the playing colts. Melior was decidedly larger than his cousin, but it was still the smaller of the two who dominated the game of tag. She had dreaded this part of their conversation the most, just getting ready for being able to explain it had made the season change from summer to autumn. "A large draft stallion on the farm," she sighed, head lowering in shame. "He ... raped me."
Her sister was quiet for a couple of seconds, then stepped closer and hugged her neck over her sister's shoulders. "That explains a lot," she sighed, just holding her shivering sister against her chest. "Why we didn't hear from you, why you would only see me and not my mate." She said nothing more. The details of what had happened did not matter, and she didn't want to make the wounds any worse by prying.
"Yeah." That single word was allowed to hang in the chilly afternoon air for a long while before she continued. "I'm getting better, Aurora, but I just didn't feel ready to spend time around a stallion. Not yet."
Aurora released her sister from the tight hug, head turning to look quizzically down to the gently swollen belly. "And still it looks like you already have. What's that about, then?" Her gaze returned to the mare's face when she tensed up. "Or should I not ask about that either?"
"No, it's not that." A deep sigh made her body tremble, and she raised her head to look at the playing foals once more. "I found a single stallion I just couldn't be afraid of and got carried away a bit, that's all. I'm not really proud of it, but it is what it is. I know it's kinda soon after Melior, but ..." She let the sentence drift off into the air, and Aurora nodded.
"Anyone I know?"
A little smirk crossed the mare's lips as she watched her son cross horns with his cousin, but her sister was again looking at her belly and didn't notice. "Not yet," she nickered. " But you might get to know him sometime."