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Mare Mounting

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)

Menna flicked her tail. Standing at the painted white fence, she gripped the top plank tightly with two paws, fingers curled around the wood. The blue roan mare looked from left to right, scanning the expanse of the field that she had been left in. Her paws boasted a leather cuff around each, buckles tucked away from her fingers, both cuffs linked together with a short length of chain. It allowed her some freedom but not the freedom she had once flaunted, unaware of her place in life. She lowered her darker head to stare at her chest, bare nipples perky in the light breeze. She could not remember the last time she had been naked outside. Stroking the natural lines in the wood, she snorted, ears slanting to the sides in relaxation. Touching something solid was comforting, even when she knew what was to come.

It was not as if what was to happen that day was something that she had not signed up for. Thirteen months ago - unlucky for some - she had signed up to be a broodmare at Arian's breeding farm, Prancing Ponies, and waited. And waited. And waited. Stuck in a tedious day job inputting data into spreadsheet after spreadsheet, she leapt at the opportunity to escape for nine months, give or take, the amount of time it took an anthro to birth under normal circumstances. Of course, being bred by a feral, she could take up to eleven months to foal, depending on how the young equine grew within her womb. It was a complicated process that she did not entirely understand, if she was honest.

The day job was history, resignation given without tears. Now she had a contract to cover her from the time of mating with a feral to the time when she would birth a foal. Her foal. According to her statistics and genetic tests, it was probable that she would birth a two-legged anthro foal with stellar genetics, born with intelligence and strength that would be comparable only to those born through the same illicit tryst. Mares of old had spread their legs for feral equines, taking their strength to further their line, but it was something that had become almost taboo amongst the two-leggers called 'furries'. She would do anything for a foal but she wanted him (hoping for a colt) to be the biggest and the strongest, the smartest and the sharpest, as he grew. The catch in the deal was that she would have to subject herself to be mounted by a four-legged equine in all his glory.

Menna shivered, though not from cold. She was far from a virgin yet had no idea how it would feel to take a feral horse's thicker length along with the daunting medial ring. Professionals said that mare bodies were built for it, the incredible stretch, but she was not so sure now that the day had come to discover the truth. They said her pussy would stretch to accommodate the girth and length and that it was in her heritage and history. Their words held little comfort for her in the moment. Shifting on her hooves, Menna absentmindedly swatted away a fly that landed upon her rump, dark hairs tickling her bare sex as her tail fell back in a soft waterfall over her buttocks and legs.

"Menna!"

A voice rang out across the field and she turned to face the caller, a spotted unicorn mare. Shorter than the blue roan, the dark coloured unicorn that boasted white rosettes - like those of a king cheetah, only in white instead - trotted up to the field gate with a smile on her face. Tapping the latch out of place, Arian called again, voice ringing out as her leonine tail swished, fine hair flying in a smooth, beautiful arc. From time to time, Menna wondered how on earth she managed to keep that volume of hair clean. She had had enough trouble with her mane and tail before the control of her hair had fallen into other paws. Now the stable hands groomed her, or sometimes the unicorn, Arian. Flashing a set of perfect teeth in a wide grin, Arian beckoned to her, pursing her lips in a whistle as if to call an animal. Menna shook her head. That mare was always smiling. It was annoyingly contagious.

The unicorn slipped into the field as Menna changed gait into a gentle lope, ears pricked. Was it time?

"There you go, good girl," Arian crooned, slipping the head collar over Menna's nose and flipping the long strap behind her ears. "Did you enjoy your run today?"

Menna pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth. She was not supposed to answer. Part of the breeding 'experience' was that the anthros who signed up were treated like animals, even if they were treated exceptionally well. Arian clucked to her, leading her from the field and closing the gate behind them. She did not need to explain where they were going to Arian and chatted as if to a normal, four-legged equine on her farm, needing no answer to continue the conversation.

"Hope you got nice and tired out, girl, as today's your day!" Arian chirped, two paws holding the lead rope in front of her body.

Today was indeed the day that Menna craved and dreaded. How would it go? Would she be hurt? Arian had assured her upon signing the contract that the stallions were well trained in mating with anthros - to the point that she had even joked and winked and implied that she would part her legs for one herself. The farm even had some mares for male anthros that wanted to breed a four-legged foal, something for stable stock, despite that act becoming increasingly taboo. Menna shuddered. Imagine training your own young. Teaching him or her to wear a head collar, backing them in the school and showing them how to respond to the leg aids, all the while knowing that your own flesh and blood was under your paws. Thankfully the mother's status as either anthro or feral determined the bearing of the foal, which was exactly what Arian wanted. She would not have signed up otherwise.

Nipping her lips, Menna pulled curiously at the lead rope. They were not heading towards the stable block, as she had originally assumed. Instead, they looped behind the barn, full of nickering voices, and towards the top strip of field at the head of the property. Arian hummed as she walked with a long, relaxed stride, mane bouncing over her shoulders. Clad simply in black jodhpurs and a light blue top with thin straps, she was well dressed for the spring weather, finding it too warm to work if she wore anything more. Yard work was hard work and she hated to get too sweaty. Menna only knew this because she had chattered about it during grooming one time, talking enough for the both of them.

Menna balked as they approached the field, drawing the lead rope taut. The whole field and entrance-way carried the scent of stallion, thick and potent in the air. It clung to the gate and clumps of brown hair betrayed where the stallion had been groomed, losing his winter coat as the weather grew warmer by the day. Anxious, the mare took a step back, shaking her head. She was not ready, she could not do it. The unicorn would just have to take her back to the stable until she was mentally prepared. Arian clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth encouragingly.

"Don't worry, he's not there yet."

Arian patted her lower back reassuringly, fingers lingering a second longer than strictly necessary.

"We'll get him for you soon, once we have you all set up."

Menna was not sure if she liked the sound of that either. But she had no choice in the matter: she had signed the contract.

Swallowing her nerves, she followed Arian into the field, gate bumping gently against the frame after they passed. In a good, clear space stood something similar to a saddle rack, suitable for three or more saddles to sit in a row if they all faces the same direction, which was topped with a plump, dark green pad. The top of the rack formed an upside down 'V', the point of which was softened by the thick padding. Menna had an inkling that she would soon be thankful for the padding, if she was to rest upon it in any way, shape or form. Several separate ropes lay on both sides of the device, neatly coiled and tied off ready for use.

Arian walked up to the mating device, to name it simply, and unclipped the lead rope from Menna's red head collar, slinging it back over her shoulder. To follow up, she fished a key from her pocket and unlocked Menna's cuffs in turn, each unlocking with a light click that was music to her ears. She took a sly moment to stretch her arms above her head with her paws free of cuffs and chain, unaware of how Arian looked her body up and down, skin pulling taut over muscle and bone. The little mare was fit. Arian would not mind some private time alone with her after she had been bred. The allowance was written into contract and lesbian fun was something that Menna had expressed a curiosity in when filling out her initial forms. She mused, tapping a finger against her jaw, bone hard under her fingertip.

Privy to none of this, the roan equine swung her arms back down to her sides and eyed the pad with trepidation, resisting the urge to flee. That would not end well for her - there was more leeway to punish unruly 'ponies' than feral horses. Yet another stipulation of the contract. Menna brushed her mane off the back of her neck and gulped, wondering what a punishment would be like. It was not something she wanted to experience, if she had any say in the matter. Arian remained frustratingly silent. Lifting and lowering one hoof, Menna flicked her ears and waited on further instructions.

"Up you get," Arian snapped out of her daze with a bright smile, seeming to reappear from a daydream or similar.

The unicorn patted the breeding aid, making her intentions quite clear. Menna's lips parted to ask a question and clamped shut a second later. No, she was not to talk unless it was a dire situation, one hundred and ten percent necessary. She knew this. She could convey her question through other means. Feeling herself quite silly, the horse tilted her head to the left, ears flopping in the same direction, blinking in the most obvious expression of confusion she could muster. Arian nodded in approval.

"This is where you will be bred," she explained simply. "You'll be quite secure on this and positioned at the correct height for Leon to mount you. His presence should set off your natural response of arousal, since we have fed you hormones for the last month. They've got quite a spark to them. Your response, once the stallion is here, could be said to be similar to that of an artificial heat."

The explanation soothed Menna's frazzled mind and she bobbed her muzzle once in understanding. She clambered awkwardly on to the pad, nerves leaping in her stomach like a horde of frogs. Balanced precariously on one paw and one knee, she blushed and looked to Arian for direction, muscles aching from supporting herself in such an unbalanced way. She should have thought that action through beforehand.

"Rest on your stomach, honey."

Thankful for the guidance, Menna allowed her arms and legs to fall either side of the device, landing on her front with a quiet 'oof' as her landing was more forceful than intended. The mare could not have it all ways, there was bound to be some clumsiness in the action. Sex was always like that.

"Good girl," Arian praised.

The unicorn walked around her in a circle, gathering the ropes so that none was left on the grass. Taking one, she considered for a moment and then neatly tied one end around Menna's wrist, looping it twice before tying it off and letting the free end hang loose. Menna pursed her lips. The knot looked similar to one used to tie a karate belt, intended to distribute any pull or weight evenly. Very neat.

Trotting to the other side of the mare, Arian collected the loose end of rope and tied it to Menna's right wrist, ensuring that the knots were placed on the back of her wrists - impossible to escape or untie in such a position. With the rope rigid, Menna could only wriggle her torso, though her legs hung free for the time being. Scooting the equine's rump right to the back end of the breeding stand, Arian tied off her legs - rope wound between fetlock and hoof - to an O-ring on each back leg of the rack, conveniently placed for this very purpose. Menna shivered, suddenly very exposed with her pussy resting nearly in empty air, tail pressed down to cover herself.

"There, there," Arian patted her rump, combing her fingers through the mare's tail. "I'll fetch your stud for you now, pet. Hang tight there."

Leaving the mare for the moment, Arian strode off towards the stables, knowing exactly where to find the stallion. She had only stabled him that morning so that she had time to get Menna all set up without him bustling around, nosing and pushing her as he understood the job he was there to do. The Welsh cob preferred to live out most of the time, which Arian was more than happy to indulge, even if it made it difficult to keep him clean. She leaned over his stable door, set at the very end of the block, and clucked to him, chuckling as the liver chestnut - dark brown with a like coloured mane and tail - turned to face her with a mouthful of hay, coat gleaming with good health.

"You ready, boy?"

Back in the field, Menna shifted anxiously upon the pad. It was not that it was uncomfortable - the pad was surprisingly comfortable - but the anticipation that made her restless. The sun warmed her back and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. The warmth was pleasant, even if she could not fully appreciate the beautiful day. Sweat matted her coat under her arms and the patch of coat trapped against the fabric pad, nerves riling her heart up to a pounding, driving beat. She had nothing really to worry about but the mare would only believe that once the deed was done.

It was okay, she told herself. If all went well, one breeding would put her in foal and she would not have to do it again.

The notion that terrified her most came from the stories she had read, however, stories from mares who had undergone the procedure themselves. Many of them had found that they had enjoyed it, terribly so. They had loved the breeding so much that they had done it again and again, either purchasing a specially trained stallion for their own purposes or signing into longer contracts at various breeding farms, available for feral and client use as the owner saw fit. It was nothing more than long-term slavery, even if consensual, to feed their addiction. Menna huffed. She only wanted a foal. She would not be like those silly mares, caught by lust and awed by feral prowess.

Her ears pricked. Someone was coming. Two someones.

Craning her neck, the mare struggled to look behind her, ropes pulling painfully tight over her wrists despite the even distribution of pull and tension. She shrank into the pad at the sight of the dancing stallion, each hoof lifted high as if to demonstrate his strength, grace and capability. Not the largest of horses - perhaps around fifteen hands high in equine terms, she could not quite tell from her position - his liver chestnut coat rippled with muscle, appearing as if he had been dipped in dark, luscious chocolate. The feral part of Menna recognised a stud and trembled in arousal, pussy growing moist as she ached to lift her tail and give herself to him.

Arian patted the stallion's neck affectionately, stroking over the arch of muscle.

"There you go, boy. Here's your mare for you. Bet you're ready for this, huh?"

The unicorn stroked through his dark mane for a moment, relaxing in the comparative peace and quiet of the field, no raucous equine voices, bar her stallion, demanding attention. It was good to be close to the horses and see them doing what they were bred to. As if enjoying the admiration, Leon nudged her cheek, shook himself bodily and stomped, cock dropping from its sheath as he scented the mare waiting in front of him. He knew his job better than most and could not contain his eagerness no matter how calm he was until let off the lead rope.

And he knew he had a job to do.

"Have fun," Arian said as she unclipped the lead rope and took two large steps to the side, making sure she was well out of his way.

Leon bred best when left to his own devices, so Arian retreated to the fence line, hopping up on to the top plank and perching there like a bird, tail swinging lazily behind. The blue roan equine gulped as the stallion approached her, head lowered to the height of her rump. Snaking his neck out, he mouthed her rear cheekily, earning himself a surprised. The attention tickled more than anything else, but his potent scent in the air stirred something in her that she had not known existed.

Nipping her buttocks, Leon thrust his nose under Menna's tail, ignoring her protesting whinny at the rude invasion of privacy. He inhaled deeply several times in quick succession, drawing in deep, gulping breaths of her intimate scent. The mare trembled, skin shivering in a singularly equine fashion, and she groaned, squinting as he pulled away, upper lip peeling back from his teeth to sift through the scents. He knew she was ready for him. Lifting both front hooves from the ground in a playful half-rear, Leon stomped and nuzzled over her rump, pink and black mottled cock slapping proudly against the rounded barrel of his stomach.

Menna hissed between her teeth, unprepared for the burning arousal that seared through her veins, crackling and snapping up any ounce of resistance she may or may not have possessed. Her tail jerked up without her consent, displaying her willingness and readiness to be bred to her temporary stud. Christ alive, what hormones had they given her for her to feel so much like a mare in season? A feral mare in season.

Backing up, Leon reared up to mount her, coming down hard on her back, forelegs gripping her sides and the pad as if he was trying to keep a four-legged mare in place to be bred. He would not want her to get away. His cock pressed over her rump as he stepped closer, hips working to spear the drooling, flat head of his cock into the waiting mare, seeking entry that was always difficult to gain in the first thrust. Menna whinnied, sharp fear in the high pitched cry. On the fence, Arian wormed her paw down the front of her jodhpurs, biting her lip as two fingers pressed to her clit. This was the best part.

"Oh fuck... This is really happening," Menna muttered to no one; Arian was too far away to hear.

Leon grabbed a mouthful of her mane between his teeth, blunt teeth gripping hard as he rocked forward, cock sliding over her slick sex. Though it was long past the point of no return, the mare fought arousal and bindings alike, breath ripping harsh paths through her lungs. Twisting, Menna battled the ropes, yanking at them brutally right as the stallion's cock hit home, forcing an entry that her smaller body was never truly meant to take.

Gritting her teeth, Menna gave a deep, guttural moan. The stallion snorted, pleased in an animalistic way, and released her hair, sinking in deep as he edged his hind legs in closer - all the better to thrust deep into his mare. His job was to make sure she was bred and impregnated, after all. He could not do that while standing back, not putting the full power of his body into the thrusts. Leon tossed his head proudly and squeezed his forelegs around the mare and pad, fat length driving in past the medial ring. Menna jerked and whinnied shrilly. Every thrust brought a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her, making her no more than a slave to emotion and lust, begging through nickers and whinnies for his seed.

She could not be ashamed, though felt a flicker of surprise that she had taken his length, pussy stretching to accommodate the girth that was greater than that of an anthro stallion. He could perhaps be matched by a shire anthro, but no other would come close. The fleshy rod slammed into her cervix, drawing a grunt of pain from her lips, and her juices squelched out around his shaft as he thrust again, ignorant to her pain. He would not be breeding her if he was not compatible with her and her scent told him that she would bear healthy, strong foals. The equine huffed and arched his neck, powering into her with brutal strokes that drove in the full length of his cock again and again. Forcing her pussy to widen and stretch, he powered into her, sweat darkening the sides of his coat and neck from the exertion.

Pinned to the pad, Menna panted through an open-mouth and turned her head to the side, laying her cheek upon the pad. Her vision was filled with green, green grass, the dark pad and the heaving chest and foreleg of the stallion mounting her. Already her cunt was sore with the stretch and the vicious force with which she was pounded. He had no care for her wellbeing. All he wanted to do was ensure she birthed his foals, big strong colts or fine fillies with graceful legs.

Grunting, the stallion's tail flicked, swatting away invisible flies. He was not bothered by the heat or any flies that landed upon his coat: he was doing what he did best. Beneath him, Menna curled her paws into fists and relaxed them repeatedly, focusing on the motion as the pressure in her stomach swelled to a peak like the crest of a wave, just curling over into the body of water. The flat head of Leon's cock flared within her, teasing over her G-spot with every thrust, pleasure tingling through her body so that she wanted the intimacy to fall into the eternal, driving her to climax after climax, riding waves of pleasure. If she had not been bound to the breeding stand, Menna would have pushed back into her parted, begged him to fuck her harder, breed her, slam his hips into her raised, muscled rear. Breath came with some difficulty and Menna closed her eyes, focusing solely on the pleasure wracking her body. If she had not known it was impossible, she would have sworn that his cock was growing larger and larger, hitting every pleasurable spot in her cunt as he pounded her like a demon. She had never managed to orgasm from penetration alone but it seemed that Leon was about to become the exception to that rule.

He was a feral stallion, however, and the liaison could not last forever. The breeze picked up in a gust, blowing Leon's mane up from his neck. Menna tensed, ecstasy building and building until she screamed like a feral, the whinny breaking halfway through and whole body rippling with pleasure that she could not deny or contain. She lost control of her muscles, subject to twitches and jerks that made her feel even more helpless, neck aching as she threw her head back, riding out the pleasure. Leon snorted, blowing hot air over the back of her neck, and she nickered a reply, his tail flagging arrogantly. Left exhausted, she hissed between her teeth as the stallion continued to thrust, unwilling and unable to stop until he had reached his own climax - his end, animalistic goal.

Hammering into the mare in short, deep thrusts, the stallion groaned - the sound vibrating through his whole body - close to his peak. He drove in hard one final time and Menna felt, so great was the stretch in her strained cunny, his cock pumping a heavy load of cum straight to her cervix and down to her fertile womb. Menna shivered and struggled to contain the filling, cum squeezing down the length of Leon's cock to drool over her pussy and sore, pulsing clit. On the fence, Arian bit her lip as she withdrew two sopping wet fingers from her pussy, cleaning them off with long, sensual swipes of her tongue. She loved her own taste.

Dismounting with a snort that sounded distinctly self-satisfied, Leon shook himself, loose hair flying off into the air around him. Arian padded up to him through the grass and he greeted her with an affectionate bump of his muzzle, cock slowly retreating into its sheath, slick with their combined sexual fluids. Clipping the lead rope to the ring on the underside of his head collar, she led him away with a bounce in her step and tied the rope to a knotted circle of orange baling twine that was looped around the bar of the fence.

The stallion pawed at the ground and swished his tail, ducking his head down to the grass as Arian returned to Menna, checking her over with a critical eye. The little mare was just like all the others, sexually spent from the breeding with a smile tugging at her lips.

"There, there, little mare," Arian crooned, petting Menna's cheek with a paw that was still damp from her own saliva and juices. "You're not the only one who is left craving more."

She paused, eyes twinkling as she trailed a paw down Arian's back, brushing the coat back into place. Her blue roan coat was dark with sweat and the mare snorted in response, chin resting flat upon the pad as her eyes closed, chest heaving. Stroking lightly over her dripping cunny, Arian chuckled at her surprised nicker, scooping up some of Leon's cum from where it stained the mare's crotch and the breeding pad respectively. Lapping it off her paw, she murred quietly at the taste, tail curling in the air: delectable. In the dollop of 'cream', the distinct taste of a mare's arousal mingled with the overpowering virility of a stallion.

Smiling to herself, Arian pushed two fingers into Menna's cunt, spreading them apart to feel how much 'damage' Leon had done to her. Though the mare squealed in protest, Arian pressed deeper, pushing both fingers in up to the knuckle. Withdrawing her paw slowly, she wiped off the mixture of cum and feminine juices on Menna's rump, marking her coat with a white smear. The blue roan mare exhaled gently, tail flicking up high as if to silently ask for more, well and truly broken to the world and depravity of feral pleasure.

"And if you don't take this time," Arian continued absently on the same line of thought, "you'll be bred again and again until you have a foal seeded in your womb. That is exactly what you want and deserve, my sweet Menna. A swollen, pregnant belly."

The spotted unicorn grinned, giving the other mare's rump a teasing squeeze as Leon curiously looked on.

"Maybe I'll even have my fun with you in the meantime, my little pet mare."