The Hunter's Weakness
If you're underage to veiw this sort of thing in your area then don't read this. Blah. Blah. Blah...I know you'd read it anyway even if you weren't allowed, noone really cares about those laws but I have to give this disclaimer as a rule, you know?
My first story so be constructive with your comments.
Spring had finally swept across the country side. That meant it was time for food, hunting, migration, and of course...Spring heats.
A mare stepped along a leaf-strewn path, her glorious white and blue spotted fur shifting in the wind and occasionally pressing against her voluptuous form. She was the strongest of her herd whom she'd unfortunately gotten seperated from during the night. This would have been fine and easily fixed if the land she was traversing was not the territorial mating grounds of the local wolf tribes. They became very protective of their land during this time and rarely let someone pass through unscathed. The supple mare gave an exhausted snort, shaking her sweat-soaked mane from her icy-blue eyes. She adjusted the heavy cotton top she wore, barely containing her healthy, mountainous chest. She sighed. "These things always get hard to carry around..especially when it get's warmer." she spouted off to nobody, settling on a boulder for a rest. She clopped her hooves against the dirt angrily. "Leave without me in the middle of the night. Some herd." she rested her hands together between her soft ample thighs and sighed. "Where the hell am I now?" She again said in awkward soliloquy, unaware of the angered watchers nearby, though not for long.
A low growl came form behind her and she turned to see a pack of ravenous wolves staring her down. The largest of them, obviously the leader, stepped forward. "Looky here boys...breakfast!" He said with am entertained howl.
She shot up and backed away. "No, no, no, no....I-I'm not breakfast...I just got lost you see and--"
"Aww....she's lost, boys...why don't we give her some directions..into our stomachs!" he said to the amusement of his pack who were circling around her, cornering her on the cliffside she was slowly nearing.
She growled lightly. Not so much angry at them, but angry at herself for not having her spear handy. She backed away one last step before finally noticing the cliff as her hoove stepped onto only half the land it was on before. She made a low "Eep!" and backed her hoove away from it, looking around nervously.
The pack neared her excitedly before their ears perked in unison to a low whistling noise, soon accomponied by a thud as the leader of the pack fell tot he ground with an arrow in the back of his neck, the blood seeping from the wound having dyed green from the poison the arrow-head had been dipped into, the wound sizzling as the flesh around it burnt. His pack went into a frenzy, lookign around for their unknown attacker before their ears perked to more whistling, an unbearably terrifying noise now and before they could react, the other four of the pack fell, each with an arrow in their backs.
Needless to say, the mare was at first terrified as well before realising only the wolves had been shot down, making her issue a sigh of releif, looking around for her savior. Her searchign was short lived as a thunderous clop was heard, a stallion standing an easy foot and a half taller than her landing infront of her, his mahogony fur shining as he whipped his long black mane from his face, a bow made from gazelle horns gripped in his palm. He was built like an equine Adonis, every muscle, every defining shape outlined perfectly in the sweat that matted his fur.
He stared down at her with striking green eyes, baring his teeth in a low growl which dismantled the hero-esque visage of him when he spoke in a gruff, angered voice. "You stupid chaff-burner! Why in the hell are you on these grounds. You could get yourself killed! I just wasted five arrows saving your ass!"
At first she was ready to show her appreciation with open arms but as he spoke her appreciation burnt. Her muzzle curled back in a low growl as well and she stamped her hoove. "How dare you! I was here because I was LOST!" she roared, glaring up at him, no longer caring of his godly features. "I got seperated form my herd south of here and--"
"They're by the river! Go!" He snorted to her further displeasure, stepping over to the bodies of the wolves and ripping his arrows from their necks with a disgusting crack and squish.
She snorted and pulled him up by his mane . "Well what if I don't know where that is, mister Robin Hood-on-steroids?!"
He was about to exact his anger toward this stubborn chaff but found himself stopping before he could speak as a scent plowed into his senses like a freight train, the mare that held him receiving the same effect. Their angry movements along with the sweat that covered their desperate bodies had kicked off one hell of a flared spring heat which hit them both like an aluminum bat. He looked down at her, his bow falling to the ground. "...My name's...Hadrian...."
"..D-Dhattah..." She said, staring up at him with fogged vision and a fogged mind, finding her hands roaming his stone-carved muscles without a shred of modesty.
His lips parted in a soft pant and his muscles rippled as he shivered in need, staring at her a moment before pinning her to his chest in a passionate embrace, their respective heats taking total control as neither had felt the touch of another in many years. She gave no resistance, returning his passion, their tongues dancing wildly against eachother as their bodies further encouraged them to go further.
It was at this point that Dhattah realised her savior had not been wearing any clothing since they had met, her soft hands wandering down his chest to a sheath as wide as her palm. He gave a satisfifed whinny and she began to stroke him, his own strong grasp having found her lushious flanks and taken hold of them.
She gasped with a lust filled sigh as she felt his fully erect manhood resting against her belly, throbbing in need. She slowly dropped to her knees, his huge hands resting on the stone wall behind her as she went to work, using her long equine tongue to her advantage, sliding it back and forth across his 16 x 4 inch stallion phallus. She leaned her long neck back and opened her muzzle, sliding him into her mouth, receiving a groan of pleasure from the eager stud above her.
His hips would buck now and then, forcing more of him down her throat each time, coating her throat in pre. She slid him for her mouth with a soft 'pop', smirking lust and pulling herself up. She climbed up the rock wall a foot or two, her hooves resting comfortably on foot-holds, leaving her at a suitable height to put her soaked, begging womanhood on display, the fur around her heat-driven mound drenched in her own juices. He pressed his head into her neck, accepting her offer without a second glance, his hips impaling her beautifully wide hips.
They both released deeply satisfied whinnies into the air, enjoying themselves and each other as they road out their heats together, bucking wildly and soaking the rocks and grass in expelled fluids. He lifted her off the wall, holding her by her thighs in the air, thrusting upward into her ravenously, pounding away at her none-to resistant hips which spewed her own lust filled juices across the grass.
She screamed in pleasure. "Yes, you bastard, harder!" She roared in his ear, only encouraging him, them both having found provoking anger made it all the better.
He whinnied into her ear, his hips pressing deeper into her awaiting depths, exploring ever further reaches as he swelled with a nearing climax. He smirked as he felt himself drawing close. 'You're gonna take it all you stubborn chaff!" He commanded, slamming her back against the wall, only to receive an encouraging thrust against him.
"Give me all you've got you sick bastard!" she pleaded, unaware of the consequences of her own needs.
It erupted in both their minds, an orgasm to shake the earth. Her hips shook and quaked, spraying his hips with her hot fluids, encouraging his own to flow forth, filling her accepting depths with a river of fertile seed.
They collapsed into each other's arms, panting tiredly. He stroked her mane and kissed her once more before passing out, her not far behind as she fell asleep atop his chest after a futile attempt to get up, both their bodies sore and beaten from the ride of their own needs. Neither would be prepared for a little gift to come nine months later...