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Burning up for Rapidash

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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The male Rapidash, Lustre, snorted and stomped, flames leaping, flaring up, though the open plains were devoid, seemingly of any other life. The equine-type Pokemon reared, dark hooves flashing in the searing sunshine, so hot from another Pokemon's fire-type move drawing it forth that he could have burned up if he had not been of the same type.

No, there was only one out there, only one remaining, the male foe that he had to face down. Steam poured from his nostrils, too hot to bear, and the stallion grunted thickly, twisting his head back and forth in a roll that came from the highest part of his poll. For the one he faced down was a Rapidash too, as big and as mean as he was, though it was hard for tempers to simmer down when the heat of the rut was upon them.

His foe charged, head down, horn levelled at him, but Lustre was ready for him, kicking up his heels and leaping away, only to fire off a Flame Blast in his wake. The other Rapidash squealed as it struck him, Lustre's heart lifting, for he was the stronger of the two, he was sure of it. Simply beating down another stallion would not guarantee him the breeding rights to the herd of Rapidash and adult Ponyta mares, but there was no room for an outsider on his territory.

The other Rapidash, for all his brash brawn, had no chance, Lustre dominating him, overpowering him, even throwing himself into a bold Take-down, for there was no danger to his health. The male neighed and whinnied and tried to scrabble away as he was forced down against the ground, eyes wide and wild, yet even his flames did not have the strength in them to leap up as strong and as fiery as they had started.

Snorting heavily, Lustre loomed over him, a hoof grinding into his neck, pinning him there. The stallion winced below him.

"Submit."

"I..." The stallion worked his jaw, groaning lowly. "Yes... I submit."

Maybe the battle would have been more drawn out if there had not been such a difference between them but a smirk lingered on Lustre's lips as he flushed red-hot with pride. No, it was all well and good to chase off another stallion but there was still the matter of his mark to be left on the stud, the Rapidash showing his submission with the slackening off of his flames.

The stud acquiesced to his dominance, staggering upright, head lowered, tail pushed aside. The throbbing length of Lustre's thick cock teased from the sheath tucked up close to his belly, balls weighing down now that he could display his sexual side, a part of him that his body naturally protected in the heat of battle. Yet the moment was his to take and his mark would be left on the stallion who had thought to overpower him, mounting the faux-stud with a proud neigh and a grunt that would carry for miles.

The other stallion tensed but that would be nowhere near enough to prevent Lustre from taking him, the flat head of the stallion's growing cock pushing up to that pucker under his tail and demanding entry. A squeal heralded its entry and the deed was in motion, Lustre thrusting and grinding, forcing his backside to stretch open even as the fallen stallion submitted to him.

"Never come for my mares again!"

The stallion groaned, head lowered in submission, but it was all he could do to remain upright as Lustre powered over him, each thrust of his hindquarters coming with an even more dominating, demanding air to it. He had to take him, had to have him, greedy in the power of the moment, taking all that his mind howled to him was his, all his, every last bit of it his to take. And such a tight hole around his cock had to be plundered, slamming in hard and fast, the rod of his dick firming up even more, taking the stallion crudely and roughly.

Still, he could not have anticipated the other stud's pleasure and cared not for it either as the stallion responded. He may have been an opponent but Lustre could not deny the throbbing of the other Rapidash's cock, how he gasped and grunted, eyes rolling in passion. It may not have been for him, not then and there, but it was still a divinity to be taken in the pounding of his cock, slamming in hard and fast, crudely devout. Any god that they prayed to would see the rawness of Lustre's breeding only and not a soul cared for the stallion under him with his hard cock jerking and slapping, splattering pre-cum up against his own underbelly.

"Stay away..."

Lustre growled, flames blazing enough to match the fury of two of his kind, the other stallion quieting, softening, groaning lightly. He could not say anything against the power of Lustre, though the strain under his tail was too much for him, anal ring clenching down even while the dominant stud cried out his pleasure.

No one would ever quite be able to tell which of them climaxed first but one moment Lustre was thrusting and the next thick ropes of virile stallion-cum poured into the loser's backside, flooding him full. It was too much for one hind end to hold, slurping and bubbling out around the thick girth of Lustre's cock, the submissive Rapidash painting the ground with a wasted load too, right where it belonged. He had never been strong enough, not yet, to spill it into a mare, and it was up to Lustre to show him that, to send him packing with his tail not quite between his legs but the pucker of his ring on show.

"Never come back here..."

Lustre growled, stomping to make his point clear, though it was the swell of his dick in that tightly exposed hole that drove the mark home. Under him, the stallion grunted, mumbling, murmuring something that no one would quite find the meaning of. Yet the deed was done, Lustre more than satisfied that no one, for a good while, would challenge his territory, the authority that he had gleamed through the age of wisdom and physical power.

Little did Lustre know that when the Rapidash returned he wouldn't be looking for mares to breed but a stallion to take him...