To Satisfy a Mare's Lust

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The Only Orc to Please Her

This story contains erotic acts between an orc and a consenting non-anthro equine (mare) that is verbally and enthusiastically consenting. This content is fictional fantasy and intended to be taken as such.

Consent must always be acquired for real life sexual acts under all circumstances and engaging with animals should never be undertaken. These characters are able to consent and openly doing so.

"Vergu... This one is a difficult case."

The tauren hunter shook his head slowly, bow laid across his back and arms folded across his massively broad, bovine chest. His skin was painted with war paint, the markings of his people, but his thick, hairy hide of black hair - it was too coarse to be fur - could still be seen even through the cover of paint. The druid orc could have been considered small next to him, although both of them rippled with muscle and, truly, the tauren was a freak of nature in his heft and bulk, the orc's flowing robes hiding the weapons that he kept close at hand, bar his staff.

And just what the tauren, Igasho, had in mind for him would be something that surprised even an orc who had thought well enough that he had seen most of what could be found in the world. Igasho nodded at the horse breeding pit (so-called as it was the easiest place to take their equines to match up in breeding sessions, furthering their genetic lines) where a single mare with a patched brown and white coat - a paint - stood, marehood dripping with the seed of so many stallions that it was a wonder that she was still standing.

A pony in height, she tossed her head proudly, far from spent, bracing her hind legs all over again as her marehood winked and pulsed, pushing out dollop after dollop of thick semen, staining and marking her legs with their lustful essence. It was meant to stay within her, however, but not even the thick plug that each equine had ejaculated into her could keep their cum inside with her lust for more rising up thicker and fuller with every passing moment. Her mane clung to her neck where her coat had curled into sweaty cow-licks but that wasn't going to stop her as she snorted and arched her neck, every inch of the pony-mare rippling with raw, sexual power as the group of stallions brought forth stood back, hesitant even to approach her as the tauren urged them on.

"Unff..." She huffed, although the mare, by no means, was out of puff. "Is that all you've got? Come on!"

Snorting, she thrashed her head anxiously and stamped, snorting in challenge, daring another stallion to come forth and plough her fertile marehood full again. Yet none of them were that brave, hunkering back and away, one even sitting down on his haunches as his hocks flexed drastically, tail tucked under his body as he point blank refused to approach. That mare was crazy! No one could satisfy her.

"She is a problem," Igasho said with another shake of his head. "None of the stallions can tame her season and she's wearing all of them out. They don't, er..." He scratched the back of his head, tipping his horns away. "They don't last long enough for her."

Being the only one to understand her in the near vicinity, as a druid, Vergu pressed his lips together; that much was obvious even with only a rudimentary understanding of equine body language. Her need was clear and he knew too just how mares could get, considering the ones in his harem-herd, although he had never seen one quite like the paint before, a force of nature and one to be reckoned with.

"I see..." The orc said gravely, although he held part of himself, what he really thought, back, keeping all in check until he knew and understood their intentions. "And why have you brought me here?"

Igasho smiled and spread his hands out wide as if the answer should already have been obvious.

"She drains them over and over again. She needs to be tamed, satisfied, and one of our stallions most certainly cannot do that. There seems to be something...more that she needs. Something that you can provide."

Vergu didn't even have to consider it, raking his eyes over the mare's sweaty sides and the full round of her muscled, fit hind end. Those flanks would jiggle beautifully as he fucked her and he was already imagining just how it could feel to connect his hand with her back end in a sharp spank, slapping her lustfully all to gee her on, drive her need on to a fever-pitch of lust. Reaching heights that neither of them had before expected, he shook Igasho's hand, striking the deal before making his way down into the pit, disrobing and hanging his robes over the wooden fence.

He didn't care for his public exhibition, although it seemed that most were leaving anyway, the stallions ushered away so that the mare was left separate, whirling and whinnying madly as she searched for her next suitor. All the while, her cunny flashed and winked furiously, trying to draw in another who she didn't realise was already there ready to give her every last drop of pleasure that her achingly sexual body so desperately deserved and craved. He did glance back, however, at the tauren standing on the lip of the pit, hand cupped to his blocky muzzle as he called down.

"Her name is Katifa." Chucking, Igasho stroked his chin, a rather impressive beard dangling there, braided in full. "You may want to, er, shake hands with her before you begin, orc. She doesn't like being approached without pleasantries."

Vergu grinned, barely managing to resist rolling his eyes. The tauren would not have understood his humour. And the mare was right there before him, begging for his attention even if she did not yet know that he would be the one to sate the need that had been thrumming through her for so very long.

"I think putting my dick in you would be a good enough handshake now... Wouldn't you agree, Katifa?"

The mare snorted and pawed, ears up, every inch of her body trembling as if torn between fight or flight.

"Not now, orc, there are stallions here!"

"Oh, but I think you will find me far more pleasing than a stallion," he said smoothly, approaching her without fear and running his hand appreciatively along her body, from the crest of her neck down past her shoulder and to the dip of her back behind her withers. "And I have more experience than those colts you call stallions..."

His time with his harem had made him cocky but it was perhaps that very cockiness that served him well as Katifa licked her lips and pawed again, relaxing just a little as she eyed him up. Particularly the hard spear of fuck-meat rising up from between his thighs caught her attention as she bumped him with her nose, urgency in her soft, brown eyes.

"You think you can please me?"

Vergu smirked and spread his hands out, letting his rock-hard shaft do the talking for him. She pranced from one hoof to the other and bobbed her head, snorting furtively, torn between opposing courses of action. He wasn't a horse, of course, but she needed something, someone, and maybe an orc, after all, would do...

"Quickly then! My, they've never sent an orc down here before but if those stallions can't keep up with me, you'll have to do. Look how much cum I've drained from them already?"

Turning her hind end on him, she proudly showed off the thick slop of cum pushing from her marehood, her body clearly not able to contain anymore - and yet she still wanted more! The hard-packed dirt around her glistened with what semen had not yet soaked into it, pooling viscously in testament to her lust, the feral nature of her that could not be satisfied by just any stud but Vergu alone.

She was not so large in comparison to his height that he had to push up onto the tips of his toes to fuck her, being of a stockier, sturdier build and it was an easy thing to push up against her as she lifted her tail for him. Flashing her marehood from behind a fall of white and brown hair, she nickered to him and then Vergu was on her, his huge cock finding her opening as if his shaft had been designed to fit her all along. He pressed between her folds, sliding by the fleshy, heady nub of her clit, equine musk filling his nostrils as he leaned into her, groaning deep in the back of his throat as he near enough forced his way into her heated tunnel.

That, however, was not quite as easy as may have been expected as the difference in their sizes quickly became evident, the orc struggling to fit inside her, leaning over her hindquarters with a feral grunt. Beads of sweat burst to life on his forehead but a tight cunt wasn't going to stop him as Katifa squealed and slammed herself back against him, throwing her weight onto her hindquarters so that his cock was forced into her another few tantalising inches.

"Breeeed meeeeee!"

She wasn't taking 'no' or 'slowly' for an answer as she shook and begged him over and over again to fuck her hard - well, demanded was more like it. Not even his mares in season had been so sexually aggressive and Katifa was another breed of mare entirely, raging with lust, needing more, her pussy clenching around him. Her love-passage was hotter and wetter too than any he had ever felt before, her hindquarters trembling against him as she braced and rocked back, threatening to sink back entirely onto his oversized cock as he fought and snarled, striving to keep her desire in check.

"Harder!" She snapped, teeth clicking together audibly. "I need it! I thought you were a stud? You're not even a stallion!"

He couldn't let that mockery go unspoken against and ground his teeth together, sweating already from the raw exertion that breeding her took. Vergu knew, of course, that he and Katifa had an audience, growing again, but he did not care about any manner of voyeurism as he dug his bare feet into the dirt, toes curling, everything about their liaison hot and grimy and dirty. And that was just the way that it was meant to be with mares as he spared himself a moment of sexual gratuity, leaning back onto his heels as he admired just how strained her marehood was around his achingly hard dick, pulsing and pumping with pre-cum even then. Regardless of whether or not she thought she was a tough filly, he had stretched her beyond anything she had ever felt before and, in that regard, he had already given Katifa her best ride yet.

"I'll ride you harder than any stallion ever has before," he hissed through his teeth, feeling the cliché of his words but not caring in the heat of the moment. "You're going to feel every damn inch!"

Coarser words were not needed as their bodies came together, his rushed, driving thrusts so placed to get her used to his size, claiming her more and more roughly with an ever-increasing length of his fuck-meat, veins pulsing up lightly along the full length as it flooded with heated blood. It should have been easier than it was to thrust into her, to spread her open around him, but he put the full force of his body behind every one of his thrusts, roughly breeding her, forcing her to open up around him.

And Katifa bore his punishing thrusts like a champ, chewing the air and throwing her head about for the sheer ecstasy of it. Her first orgasm hit with a furious blow that had her head spinning, the breeding pit seeming to tilt and rock sickeningly around her, although there was no such thing as nausea for equines, which was indeed a blessing to her. Katifa squealed and panted harshly, nostrils flared for greedy sucks of breath, cunny twitching around him as her body strove to milk him of his seed, the roiling heat that she knew was contained in those hefty nuts of his.

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