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Brokke

Thoerdek had become my companion, even my mate in a way. I felt a pang of guilt, thinking of Aelf far away, but the loving blue roan gelding was so different, as so much more what my heart needed, lost to my own kind in this city of mares.

We spent the nights in an embrace, exploring each other's bodies while we had time. As each day went past, I saw a sadness grow in his eyes, and he would look at me as if he wanted to say something but knew he could not.

One night I gave him a smile, telling him not to worry, and perhaps I would end up staying like he had. His eyes widened, and he buried his muzzle in my side.

"Don't wish for that Brokke. Please...remember what I said."

The day's I spent apart from my companion, and though there was rutting to be had, it was not the same feeling. Until...

The first time, I had noticed something wrong, as Thoerdek had been depressed though he would not tell me why.

"You will see. You won't want me after today."

I just smiled into his muzzle until he returned my smile, but his happiness evaporated as soon as the door opened to our room. It was not Valeria though, as I expected, but instead two of the angry mares I remembered from my collection day.

Trying not to show fear, I let them lead me away, the familiar glowing bands on my hooves and wrists. This time though, I was not led to the room with the machine, but to another like the one I shared with Thoerdek. The mares made me strip, then pushed me onto a bed with a prod from a stick that caused pain to surge through me. I lay there, winded, as they fixed the bands to the bed, and when they finished, I realised I was tied down like a sacrifice at midwinter, unable to move much.

Then a mare entered, one of the four I remembered from the collection machine. This one was the bay thoroughbred, and her gaze was a mixture of hunger and apprehension. She just looked at me for a long time, before reaching out to touch.

I felt her hands on me, the light caress of a mare, and I nickered. That made her smile, seemingly more confident now with my body at her mercy. Her touch became harder, reaching for my stallionhood, spreading from my sheath and filling with blood. She cupped my orbs, hefting them and squeezing as I shuddered.

"You are a beautiful one...Valeria was right, I think I might enjoy this."

Then she reached for the box by the bed, and pulled out the rings I knew and feared. I whinnied, trying to make her stop, my whimpers making her pause but not change her mind. Then I felt the familiar sensation of the slick material circling my penis, and the unwelcome constriction of my sac.

"I am sorry stallion, but I do not trust you, you are too wild. Now you are under my control...and I can enjoy."

Then she turned the infernal rings on.

The sensations coursed through my body again, weaker this time, so the pain was not so noticeable. I was hard though, achingly, and my orbs boiled with need. I was hungry for rut, but it seemed I was to be taken instead.

She lay over me, her muzzle by my stallion parts, her mare's gift by mine. Thanks to Valeria's instruction I knew how to pleasure a mare now, and I worked hard for her, my body responding to the rings as well as the scent of aroused mare. Then there were her cries and moans, driving me on to pleasure her more. I found her clit, the dusky pink nub swelling until it spread from its hiding place under her hood, and my tongue lapped at its tip while she bucked and writhed above me, her tongue buried in my sheath, licking out my secret place while she handled my stallionhood like a stallion with his mate.

Then she straddled my hips, still bound to the bed, and took me inside, and for the first time I felt the sweet embrace of a mare's sex. Had I not been restrained by the rings, I might have spent straight away. Instead, I could only lay back and whinny as she rode my length, her body in heat, the unfamiliar curve of her breasts drawing my eyes as her nipples hardened and tilted upwards while her mounds swayed with her rutting.

She cried out with her orgasm, and I could feel the warm folds of her sex clasp around my member. Not as tight as a stallion's hole, but still so hot and warm, and it gripped my shaft so well with each stroke. She was not finished though, and continued to rock above my body while the pain in my orbs built, the cursed ring preventing release.

I had wanted to deny her any part of my mind, but I could not take the torment any longer, and I entered her mind as I had her mare's depths, hoping to find a part of her that could like me enough to let me free.

Her eyes widened, and I saw her look into mine, bending down to kiss my muzzle as she rubbed her breasts on my chest. The feel of fur on fur, skin on skin was so incredible, the softer body of a mare so unfamiliar but so good. Then as I felt her enter another climax, I found a place inside her that cared, and wrapped that place in my arms.

A hand moved, and she touched a small metal box with glowing symbols by the bed, and suddenly it happened. I came, hard and long, not painfully, my length filling her with seed as it had with its bulk. Pulse after pulse rained into her as she bucked against me, her muzzle on mine and biting down painfully on my lips. I tasted blood, and mare, and we lay panting together afterwards as she rode my still hard penis.

"Thank you stallion...I think you will have given me a foal. Please...pray for a filly for me."

I could only nod as she left me spent on the bed, a final backwards glance and a smile as she left.

My weary body had been returned to Thoerdek's side that night, but I proved him wrong. The ring had its effect, and late in the night I had held him, exhausted but erect, and made love with my gelding as he cried in joy against my body. I knew the difference between loving and rutting now, and I showed him again when the next two days brought the same routine, this time with the Appaloosa and the pure grey Quarter.

My final time proved a little different though. This time it was the paint mare, and she reminded me so much of the one I had seen when Valeria took me to the strange room, the one called 'Mel', that I called her by that name when she entered.

She looked surprised, but blushed and hid behind her forelock for a moment, and instinctively I liked her.

"No...I am Bristella. But you can call me Bree. My sister is Melisanna though...have you seen her?"

"Yes! She is a paint mare like you...but she is not as nice."

And Bree's smile lit up my heart.

"I would have to agree with you stallion, though our mother favours her. A pilot, and a leader in our expeditionary forces. I am just a plain quiet mare...such a disappointment."

"I know what it is like to be a disappointment."

The angry mare completed her preparations, leaving the room as Bree watched her go. Then the mare gave me a wicked grin.

"I won't tell if you won't."

She reached for a box beside the bed, moving her paws until suddenly I felt the bindings release, their glow gone dark. I sat up, surprised by the turn of events as I eyed the mare warily.

"I think that feels better doesn't it?"

"T...thank you."

"Well, you know my name, what's yours?"

"Brokke"

"Pleased to meet you Brokke. What do you think of mares now?"

I lowered my head then, curling up in a stallion ball, my head resting on my knees, hands clasped on my fetlocks.

"I guess that tells me as well as words."

"Sorry...Bree."

She reached out then, not to fondle, or to pinch or sample my body. Instead, she reached for my mane, running fingers through the long strands of hair. A stallion does not cry. And yet I cried; and she just held me until the tears passed, and then she pressed her nose against mine and held my shoulders.

The warmth of her body felt good against mine, and the soft sigh of her breath, tickling the coarse hairs on my muzzle. I found myself holding her, my arms wrapped around her body, as our muzzles opened and we kissed, hesitant at first like two young colts in their first experimentation, but getting harder and more certain with each moment. My penis began to respond, blood coursing through my body as her ears flicked in time with her tail. Eventually she broke our kiss, her eyes seeking out mine.

"I...do not know what to do Brokke. Do you know how a stallion takes a mare?"

I gave a snort then, remembering the last nights. I knew how a mare takes a stallion; but that did not seem to be how Bree wanted it to be. Then I remembered my Aelf, and the first time we joined.

He had been my heart's desire for some time, but as a colt I was forbidden to him, and I waited through the months expecting him to take a mate and dash my hopes. When my coming-of-age day came, and I was accepted into the herd as a full stallion, my joy was partly driven by the knowledge that my chosen mate could still be mine, in spite of all the waiting.

I had ignored Bjarde's stern warnings, and his dark mutterings. I was in love, and nothing would stand in my way. So when after my ceremony I had gone to the lakeside to bathe and found Aelf there already, I had struck like a warrior should, to prove I was no longer a colt.

Aelf's eyes had already caught mine, by the fire circle of a night, his knowing smile making me blush and feel warmer than the fire alone. When I came upon him, stuttering in my youth but still determined, he had smiled that smile, and nodded his head. He would take me as a mate, and my world was complete.

He had taken my body in his arms then, his kisses harsh and potent, leaving my lips tingling. One hand worked my sheath, drawing out the full length of my hardness, while his other hand was upon his own formidable member. He drew ours together, sliding one paw along the two as I bucked my hips to try and touch more of him. I moaned, and almost cried. This was as perfect as I had wanted.

Then he had forced me to the ground, and I knelt for him, curious but aroused, as he touched my nethers, his fingers sliding inside my tailhole painfully deep while I nickered and tried to muffle my distress. I did not want to seem less of a stallion in his eyes, and I knew my Aelf would love me as I wanted.

His cock pressed against my tailhole, and he pulled my tail up roughly, painfully spreading my cleft, and before I could shout a plea he speared inside, spreading my pucker and driving into my bowels in one thrust. I bit down on my lips to stifle a cry, instead letting out a long whinny, but he seemed to enjoy it, ramming home to the hilt and rutting me with increasing power. His heavy body bent over mine, his chest on my back and his hot breath burned my neck. Then just as it was beginning to feel good, the pain changing into a dull pleasuring warmth, I felt him start thrusting short and fast as he bit down on my neck painfully and whinnied.

I could feel his hot seed filling me, a stallion's burden unleashed inside. It felt good. It felt bad. And I knelt there panting, my own penis now hard and bending towards the grass, while he just held me there in the aftermath of my first rut with my mate.

"You are as good as I thought you would be Brokke, such a cute little mare. Now you know how a stallion takes a mare; and you will be getting more of that as my mate."

"How do you know how a stallion takes a mare?"

"*snort* the ancient tales of the shamans are one thing, but the ancient stories of stallions are less to do with the Great Mare and more to do with ordinary mares. Now you are a stallion, you can share them with us. When the Great Mare calls me to her side, I will know exactly how to please her; maybe you will too one day."

My new mate had pulled me onto my side then, resting behind me with his penis still buried in my tailhole, the burn in my entrance a painful reminder of my first time. He was not finished though, and soon began to take me again, while I resorted to touching my own member to bring about completion. Then he fell asleep with me resting against his body.

Somehow I didn't think Aelf knew how a stallion takes a mare after all. And I was sure that I did not want to take this one like that.

"Bree, I have been told how but I do not think it was right. I was hoping you might know and be able to teach me."

Her sigh was soft, but there was a smile with it too.

"Well, I don't know, though Valeria has told me a few things. I don't think she was right either though Brokke. How about we just work it out for ourselves, and forget what we have been told?"

She ran fingers through my mane again, her eyes sparkling with something not quite like lust, and she leaned forward to kiss me. Suddenly, my body took over again, and I kissed her back, not hard or soft, just a perfect middle, with us both responding to the kiss.

As our embrace became more heated, I resolved that if I were to use anyone as a guide, it would be my Thoerdek, and how he liked me to mate in the long darkness of the night. Gentle, passioned, giving and taking. That could be my gift to Bree, the only mare so far that had felt right in my arms.

I lay her down on the bed, unused to having the use of my arms and legs for these matings. They worked with the rest of my body, my hands caressing her face, then her arms, then her breasts, gently touching those unfamiliar yet exciting places for me, while our legs rubbed against each other with growing need. Finally, my muzzle became the focus of our loving, and with Bree looking down on me with a glint in her eyes, I suckled her nipples, drawing loud gasps, before licking down her belly to nuzzle her mares sex as I had been taught. At least this instruction seemed to have been correct, as she arched her back and cried out, her fingers roughly pulling my mane as she held me on her until it subsided.

Eventually I lay between her legs, my body on hers, using my arms to prop my body above her so I would not weigh too heavily on her smaller body. Then as I pressed my end against her, she reached down to move me into the right place for her, and she kissed me, just a gentle kiss, her eyes fixed on mine as she nodded for me to continue.

I was prepared now for the feel of a mare, but it was still a beautiful sensation, always surprising and so unlike a stallion's tailhole. Taking my time so she would enjoy like easing into a new stallion, I edged inside her, our bodies touching everywhere, until with a start I realised we were joined completely, our bellies rubbing as we kissed.

It was all I could do just to take it slowly this first time, while Bree moaned her pleasure, my stallionhood it seemed feeling good to her. We kissed our way through the mating, our muzzles never parting, until I felt the impending release of orgasm coming upon me suddenly.

Gasping, I tried to stop, eyes wide as I was about to tell her to let it ride for a moment, but she just pressed hard on my ass, a deep satisified grin on her muzzle as I sank in again and almost immediately seeded inside her, my climax long and enjoyable. As I held her, I began to apologise but she stopped me with a finger on my muzzle, then a kiss and we held, still joined in the warmth of an embrace.

We coupled three times that night, my penis remaining stubbornly hard even without the infernal ring of the mares on its shaft. Once more, this time with me mounting her from behind at her insistence, my rutting hard and urgent and drawing sighs and moans from her until she climaxed with a great whinny and shook all over, drawing my own second seeding into her depths.

Finally, she mounted me as I had been by the other mares, this time at my insistence. I wanted to take the memories away and replace them with something better, something to hold onto in the long nights ahead with Aelf. Bree had climbed onto me, taking me into her mare's place with a sigh, then rode gently as we rocked together. I knew it would be long before I spent, and we enjoyed this last time together, my thumb rubbing her clit as she came and rested and came again, my other hand entwined in hers.

Some time during this final mating, I had sought the solace of her mind, my fears and inhibitions broken down. Unlike with the other mares, or with Valeria, I wanted her to feel how good she made me feel, and to know the feelings I had made inside her. So we joined in mind as well as body, and I felt for the first time how a mare feels with a stallion. I also learned of her life, her hopes and fears and desires. And, while she rode my stallion's pride, she saw inside my heart, though what she could make of it I would not know. Then after we finally climaxed together, we lay entwined with her nestled against my body.

"Thank you Brokke...for everything. You're....you're mind was with mine wasn't it?"

I nodded, hoping she had not seen things that would make her hate. "Do you not want to pray for a filly, now you have seen something of stallions?"

Her smile lit up my heart.

"No, the Great Mare will decide. Though, if it is a colt, I hope he is like you Brokke, and can fight like I saw you did. At least if I have a great warrior as a colt, I might have something to set against my sister's constant comparisons. Not that she would count a stallion as equal."

I had not realised how much she had seen, but I did not mind, just pleased she had not hated the idea of a colt like the others. I did not realise how much her seeing everything could be a blessing and a curse for us both in the days ahead.