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Breeding/Impregnation

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Breeding in the Forest

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Blazing Aurora

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"Mmm... You know how good that feels, dear..."

Harmala moaned, holding on lightly to a silver birch tree with beautiful lines in its bark, her antlered head tipped back. She panted, lips parted, the deer-taur not solely as she appeared, for a throbbing hard-on rose under her belly too. It was not the part of her, out there in the forest that day, however, that she was most concerned about, however, not as her heat raged through her, the folds of her pussy, tucked up under her tail and tail hole, puckering softly around an eager tongue.

"Mmhmm..."

The feral stallion, Aetheon, may not have been the most talkative when his muzzle was shoved up under her tail, though he slurped at her pussy all the same. The bay stallion was strong and powerful, stomping with a lash of his tail, his body ripe with virility, not a spare ounce of fat on him in the spring season. He'd come out winter lean and mean and was putting on lusciously shiny weight, his coat glowing, with the richer fare of spring and, soon to come, summer too, even if the natural cycles of the seasons were not something that intelligent creatures had to follow. Sometimes, they still had to admit that it was the healthiest way for their bodies to be.

Aetheon grunted, licking his lips, heart pounding in the cavern of his ribcage, snorting and tossing his head. Yes, the stud stallion was right where he wanted to be, dappled sunlight marking his coat, pawing at the ground with a forehoof. In his slightly younger days, he might have wondered at his luck in getting to breed Harmala, though the two of them were old friends, working together in the forest to maintain it for tourists, Aetheon better able to get to places where those with only two legs could not. But the course of their work out there was only what had brought them together, not what would see his shaft sinking into her, throbbing as it was, hard and heavy under his belly.

He snorted, arching his neck powerfully, cocky as he pulled his upper lip back from his teeth, sifting through the scents in the air.

"Mmm..." He rumbled faintly, sides quivering with breath. "You smell sweeter than ever..."

The taur smirked back at him, tipping her head, her antlers poised at a curious angle.

"Why don't you fix that then, honey?" She practically purred, the hermaphrodite rolling her hind end back at him even as she supported herself against the tree. "You know it's only you that gets me going... I need a dick of your size to really fill me!"

Harmala panted, her whole body shuddering, trembling, aching in such a way... Oh, she knew that it was only the stallion who could satisfy it, even if she didn't like to let him know that. She worried, however playfully, that he would find himself with a bigger head than he could manage - and a big head was only kinky in certain situations!

Of course, Aetheon was more than eager to oblige her, his equine shaft jerking up against his own stomach as he contracted his abdominal muscles, cutting up the earth lightly with his shifting hooves. He might have been a well-rounded stallion but he could not deny instinct and need either, snorting, practically bouncing on the spot. Yet there was something delightful too about mating between friends, of knowing the ins and outs of one another's bodies so intimately that their times together only improved the more they bred. Harmala had already had two fawns out of him and he hoped his genes would make the third, perhaps, a beautiful colt, just like he'd been when he'd been younger.

Rising majestically onto his back legs, the equine casually swatted away flies with the swishing lash of his tail as he mounted her carefully, reverently. There was no need to use brute force with Harmala, the herm whimpering breathily for him, encouraging him on even as her words muted to a dull roar in the back of his mind. His shaft bobbed and wobbled lightly with the shift of his weight, laying over her back end, while the taur supported herself, her deer hind legs braced a little for him. It was not necessary, of course, with how well they knew one another, though they came together delightfully all the same.

Harmala moaned, his cock pressing up to her rump, prodding and teasing for entry. Maybe one day she would tell Aetheon that she had used her scent to entice him to breed her that first time... Maybe. It didn't matter, not when the two of them worked as well together as they did, the equine and the taur, though she had a horse shaft too, one that matched his. Perhaps one day, she could even convince the proudly dominant stallion to be bred under his tail too. But, knowing him, that was not very likely.

Best to enjoy their fun, in that case, as it was, grunting, moaning, her head falling back softly to expose the vulnerable, cream expanse of her throat, his shaft working its way inside her. Thrust after thrust wedged the flat tip of his cock into her passage, though she was hot and ready and dripping for him already, her cloven hooves digging into the loam, the raised "slices" in the bark, what could make silver birch trees look like they were "scarred" in a way, rubbing lightly against her fingers and palms. It was not enough to get her to adjust her position in the slightest, loving it all too much, the tenor of birdsong in the trees above, the forest around them, otherwise, quiet of intelligent life.

No, it was only the two of them out there and only the two of them that mattered in that moment, the stallion grunting, only resting the lightest part of his weight on her, out of respect for the taur. He could have leaned heavily on her, but Aetheon was far too experienced for that, snorting heavily as he thrust and thrust, spearing his mighty breeding rod deeply into her, past the medial ring. The stallion's lip and muzzle quivered with lightly twitching muscles as he scooted his hind hooves in a little closer to her: all the better to penetrate the deer's hot snatch more fully.

Yet he fixed his eyes on her antlers, the proudness of the deer-taur under him grinding back into every thrust. Aetheon was under no illusion as to what she wanted from him: harder, deeper, faster, stronger. And he would give all of that to her in hefty doses, adoring their liaisons, their time together, driven by feral breeding need as his huge, aching balls churned with desire. He needed to spill his seed and, for a stallion with a body like his, it would have been a crime not to pass on his genes, to be every bit of the breeding stud that he was.

Her passage closed around the stallion's cock as he thrust, Harmala losing herself in the moment, though there was no reason at all for her to remain sensible and steady, not when she was being bred. It was a time where she could sink a little deeper into her feral nature, panting softly, her tongue sweeping out across her lips, swallowing, even more aware of her body, the pounding of her heart. The deer's tail lifted even as her fingers sought even more grip on the bark, leaning onto it, hugging it to her chest between her bare breasts, even though that half of her was not the main event, not at that time.

No... Oh no. It was her twitching pussy as she squeezed around the horse's cock, wanting to drag that beautiful spire even more deeply into her. Yet she knew he would give her everything that he had in him, balls swinging, just about getting to the point where they bounced off her pussy with every thrust, jerking and jostling roughly back and forth, though Aetheon did her proud. Even though it had to be a little uncomfortable for him, with his balls swinging like that, he still rammed into her with the long, driving thrusts that she loved so much. Why, when the stallion fucked her like that, it felt like she was being truly bred for the first time all over again, her hide quivering.

Harmala's moans drove him on, the tug and pull of her pussy around him more and more urgent. Even if the deer-taur did not know how close she was to climaxing, Aetheon was more than aware, snorting hard, pushing on, his nostrils flared as he sucked in one needy breath after the other. Words were lost to him in lieu of breath as he crammed in every inch of his cock that he could, plundering her folds, the old, familiar aching churn in the pit of his stomach letting him know that their breeding time was of the essence.

Yet the stallion still had a few more thrusts in him as the sound of their mating rose to fill the air, the slap of flesh on flesh, the slop of her pussy lewdly accepting every single inch of his cock. And it was with nothing left of his cock remaining outside her pussy that, as if they had planned the whole thing, they climaxed instantly, within seconds of one another.

It was the pull of Harmala's pussy in the throes of orgasm that drove him over the edge, yet his scream of ecstasy, throwing his head up proudly, stimulated her own cries, scaring birds from the trees and sending smaller animals skittering for cover. His cock jerked and throbbed within her, sending ropes of thick cream deep inside, though there was no question as to the offspring that would arise from their liaison, maybe even twins. Aetheon shuddered, flanks trembling for breath that would not come, his nose dipping to her back, nuzzling and lipping through his orgasm.

She would have reached back to him if her head had not been spinning with orgasm. Truthfully, it was all Harmala could do to keep herself upright, in the best way that a taur could, her legs quivering, the stallion pounding her ruthlessly, just the way she liked it. Rougher was always better but she didn't think that there was any roughness that Aetheon could give her that she would not enjoy, whimpering faintly, her throat tight as if the time for words was not yet upon her.

So it was that Harmala was forced to stand and wait in the throes of delicious orgasm, rising and falling on pulse after pulse, her pussy contracting around his shaft, milking him of his cream. Every drop flowed up where it was supposed to go, painting her passage, yet even more slopped out messily along the length of his cock, dripping over his sheath, down the insides of her hind legs, splattering the grass. There would be no evidence left of their coming together after their time was passed, but they would always remember - and she most certainly would as her stomach swelled and swelled over the coming months.

The stallion snorted, staying on top of her, lipping at her back and shoulders in the best way that he could kiss at such a time, relaxing, the deer-taur best placed to take a little more of his weight. It was better to take their time, to enjoy the moment, the tweets of birds returning to the trees, a magpie squawking somewhere, the rushing draw of a river not too far away catching his ears, sending them swivelling and pricking attentively. His shaft pulsed, softening a little, yet it would take more time than that for him not to be ready to go again, patiently waiting as Harmala chuckled, however faintly.

"Ready for round two, stud?"

Aetheon smirked, nickering.

He was always ready to breed her.