Something About Mares...
Inspired by all those people who left praise and ideas in the comments section of Filly Game !
Not actually a sequel, but you might want to read the first story for some background of the setting...
"Hello!" Hyacinth cried out, craning her head as the mare in the field didn't so much as turn around to see who was calling out to her. "She's a bit... rude, isn't she?" the palomino asked her rider, her kind and genial nature making her feel bad about accusing someone of being less than polite.
"I don't think she is..." said her rider as she focused her keen elven eyes on the coppery-brown equine grazing in the field ahead. Her mount had excellent peripheral vision, but Aster's eyes were better when it came to focusing on something in particular, so she'd spotted the reason the other mare was being 'rude' even if her mount didn't. "...but let's go and greet her anyway." The elf said, wondering what the expression on her mount's face would be when she saw what she'd seen.
"Ohh! Well... sorry for calling you rude..." the palomino mare said once she saw the bridle on the grazing bay's head. "What do you suppose she's doing out here, all alone?" she asked her rider as Aster smoothly dismounted, the skirt of her linen dress billowing for a second before settling down.
"Well she's not a wild one, that's for sure. Horse tack aside, she's well fed and flawlessly groomed. Nobody's gonna kick a horse like this out of their stable. I think the walk in the great outdoors was her idea..." she said, picking up the end of the mare's lead, which looked like it had been chewed through.
"So should we just... leave her be?"
"No. She might have a high opinion of herself, but she can't cope without humans tending to her. We'll take her along to the nearest town. They'll either know who to return her to, or failing that will give her a good home. Come along girl, you're not going to give us any trouble, are you?" the elven woman said in a pleasant, sing-song tone that always worked better than a command.
Hyacinth supposed that was the reason her tribe had sent her out. The early treaties with the humans had been negotiated by swift riders who dashed to carry messages between the realm of man and their woodland home. The palomino mare was glad she was spared that duty. The matronly elf that rode her was in no rush and preferred leisurely rides to galloping along the roads. She also had a certain way to her...
The humans she talked with probably recognized her as a mother. Apart from having a generously-curved figure for an elf, she had an unmistakably matronly demeanor. But they probably imagined a few pointy-eared children clinging to her skirts and would be shocked to learn that someone as youthful-looking as her was expecting grand-children in a year or two. In truth, Aster was a veritable matriarch, and always spoke in a tone that made a person certain that whatever she was asking them to do was something they should be doing. Even the strange bay mare didn't so much as nicker when the elven woman took her lead and climbed back on Hyacinth.
The mare proved well-behaved and seemed to be glad to be traveling with company, at least too much to care where they were going. For the most part she seemed content to follow, but every once in a while she'd get it in her mind to ride abreast of Hyacinth and her rider, and on those occasions the palomino mare would have a hard time keeping her eyes on the road. The flex and bounce of the bay feral's rump would have been distracting enough, but every once in a while her tail would hike and there would be an unmistakable flash of pink under it.
"Ahh, so that's why she ran away from home. Poor girl, didn't they have a stallion around to help you out?" Aster cooed in her usual tones of kind concern.
"Well, maybe she doesn't want a stallion..." Hyacinth replied, since the feral mare was unlikely to. She'd meant to say that like an idle, nonchalant musing, but the keen elven ears didn't miss how terse she'd sounded.
"So, being in her place you wouldn't?" the elven woman asked, the corners of her lips almost rising, the eyes twinkling as she deftly prodded the mare into revealing more.
"Well... not every mare wants a stallion. I'm sure there are even stallions out there who aren't interested in mares. For all we know she might have ran because they brought a stallion over to... to mate her." She said, feeling a bit awkward about talking about such a subject with her rider.
"Either way, she's not likely to get a stallion today. It will be dark before we reach the next human settlement, so she'll have to settle with the two of us for company." The elven woman said in that bemused tone of voice that always made Hyacinth wonder if she knew something the mare didn't...
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The palomino mare made sure to rise to her hooves as gently as possible. Their unexpected companion had slept through the night standing, as many equines do when in uncertain surroundings, but Hyacinth felt safe enough to have a proper lie-down. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and gentle enough not to wake the elven woman who was partial to stretching out alongside the mare for the heat her body provided. Hyacinth was partial to it because... well, Aster was an elf, but she was also female, and she was partial to female company. The mare traveling with them had apparently woken at the first sign of dawn.
"Oh, good morning, uhm... Lilly. That's a nice name." Hyacinth chirped, looking up from browsing among the dew-speckled greenery at the mare who'd just playfully jostled her. "Ooh, someone's affectionate toda- ompfh!" she began as the other mare slid and passed under her chin, with the palomino mare's head resting on her back until she reached her rump and the feral mare gave her a swat with her tail.
"I... I see you're still..." Hyacinth began, feeling a bit silly about suddenly becoming bashful and tongue-tied in front of a mare who couldn't even understand her.
And there was no missing the fact the other equine was still in heat. The swish of her tail had flooded Hyacinth's nose with the sweet musk, and if that was too subtle, the feral mare was keeping her tail hiked. Such a brazen display that the palomino really didn't feel bad for staring at it. Hyacinth was still getting her wits back after the swat that left her unable to smell anything other than the mare's heat when Lilly bent to gaze, hiking that same tail and exposing herself for the impressionable unicorn. Hyacinth had been about to turn away out of politeness she felt she owed even a feral equine, when the velvety black teardrop winked, giving her a flash of glistening pink.
Hyacinth knew she was a little too shy for her own good, and a bit awkward about her attraction to the same sex. An unfortunate combination that had resulted in her never having seen a female of her own kind in this sort of state and from this close. So close that it really couldn't hurt to get just a little bit closer. Lilly didn't seem to react much to the unicorn timidly walking up to her rear, if one didn't count the occasional wink of her dark-skinned sex. Hyacinth couldn't help but notice that Aster had been right in her assessment - the mare really was well cared for, the coppery-orange fur covering her round rump smooth and glossy, the tail of long black hairs brushed and without tangles, and conveniently held aside.
"She... she won't mind. Not while she's in heat. She'd probably welcome it..." Hyacinth reasoned out loud. She'd been through a few frustrating heats, forced to stay away from the stallions so that she wouldn't give them the wrong impression, and too shy to turn to another mare to give her what she'd very, _very_desperately needed.
She was cautious as she brought her muzzle closer to the dark teardrop, her nostrils flaring to take in the scent of heat until she was close enough for Lilly to feel her exhales. The mare didn't really react much, but her tail did hike up a little farther, encouraging the unicorn to sate her curiosity. She'd dreamt about this, both giving this sort of attention to a mare and receiving it, and now it looked like she'd have an opportunity to sate at least some of her curiosity. She pushed her muzzle against the dark sex, her ears perking as it winked and slathered her lips in the nectar of a mare well into her heat. Flicking her ears back Hyacinth began to nuzzle the supple teardrop, her own tail flicking behind her as she indulged in a long-held fantasy.
She wasn't sure how the mare would respond so she kept her touch gentle and kept herself ready to leap away in case the feral female got in a kicky mood. Lilly didn't seem all to enthused by the amorous attentions, her head still held to the grassy ground as she browsed and munched, but the glistening folds were now flashing frequently, pushing out a steady dribble of the mare's honey. Hyacinth was losing herself in the intoxicating musk, her longue tongue sliding out and running from the plump bottom of the mare's sex all the way to the peaked top of her slit. The more she licked the more the feral female winked, filling the unicorn's vision with a glimpse of glistening pink and the little gem-like nub at the bottom of that supple teardrop. She could feel her own sex mimicking the mare's, winking every now and again and exposing her the soft, glistening flesh of her sex to the cool morning air.
Lilly began making soft nickering noises and for the first time actually craned her neck to take notice of the mare working so diligently behind her. Hyacinth wasn't sure if the feral would be in a generous enough mood to reciprocate, but she didn't care. This was the closest she'd ever gotten to sex with another mare, and just the thought of bringing her to a whinnying climax that a stallion would made her lick harder and deeper. Her muzzle was now mashed against the mare's winking sex so much that it could barely close, flared nostrils glistening with the nectar of equine heat that was having the same effect on the unicorn it would have had on a stallion.
Soon enough Hyacinths efforts were rewarded with the trembling of that curved coppery rump, the mare's head lifting and her ears flicking in anticipation. She seemed to be a little confused to be experiencing this without a stallion mounting her and a thick, throbbing length pushed as deep in her as it would go. A stallion, Hyacinth knew, would never have lavished this sort of attention on a mare, at least no longer than a minute! All they were interested was forcing that big hard... _thing_in and thrusting until they got what they needed. But mares knew what mares needed, so why should she feel awkward about being attracted to them?
Even if the feral female in front of her didn't reciprocate, Hyacinth felt like she needed to make her climax, to prove to herself she could be just as good of a lover as a stallion. A sharp whinny broke her train of thought, her eyes catching the way Lilly's tail was trembling as the sex she was pushing her muzzle into winked fiercely. The gush of feminine fluids caught her by surprise, splattering all over her face before she got herself under control and began to lick and swallow. Her barrel-like chest was swelling with every rapid breath, her own cunny flashing briskly as if it was trying to share in the feral mare's moment of bliss.
"Well she seemed to enjoy it..."
The voice sounded from behind Hyacinth, making her jerk her head without bothering to lick her muzzle clean. Aster just stood there, a hip cocked and a smile playing across her face.
"I... I was just..." Hyacinth began, before a swish of a black tail on the back of head interrupted her train of thought. Lilly seemed frustrated that the attentive mare's attention had been so suddenly diverted.
"No need to explain. I was young and curious too once..." the elven matron said, her voice kind and caring the same disarming tone that always got her what she wanted. But Hyacinth knew her, and could see the imps dancing behind those kind, warm eyes.
"You... with other women?" the unicorn asked as her lover strode away now that it was becoming obvious that gifted muzzle was about to be wasted on something as useless as making words.
"Well girls first, then women." Aster said, undoing the belt holding her robe closed before shrugging it off. The thin linen shift she wore under it went next, leaving the voluptuous woman with nothing but her long flowing mane for modesty. Several pregnancies had left her very generously filled out in a way the robe couldn't hide, or so the mare had thought. As she stretched with her arms folded behind her head, Hyacinth couldn't help but stare at the two pair-shaped mounds as they swayed gently with the twisting of After's body.
"Wha... why are you..."
"Well neither of you is wearing anything, so I didn't think you'd mind. Besides, it is a lovely morning..." she said, casually explaining her sudden nudity and enjoying her morning stretch with the delight one would expect from a cat. "So, how was your first time?"
"I... I thinks she liked it, don't you? I mean I wouldn't like to think that I forced her to d-hey!" the mare said, squeaking at the end as she felt a nip on her rump. It was Lilly behind her, the feral mare looking totally nonplused at the protests of the blushing unicorn. Hyacinth wasn't sure what to do, but apparently not doing anything was only encouraging the other female who gave her rump another gentle but firm nip.
"Wha... is that how you repay me? I swear I never once bit her! I just..." Hyacinth began explaining, but stopped with a grunt as the other female suddenly mounted up and leaped on her back.
To Aster, the expression on the young mare's face was priceless. The unicorn's muzzle was hanging slightly open, her eyes wide and her body frozen at the sensation of someone climbing on her back like that. She might dislike the idea of having a stallion mate with her, but the idea of a mare climbing on top of her like this didn't seem to distress her. A notion confirmed by the shaky gasp she let out as the other mare climbed a little further, enough to let her hook her forelegs around the unicorn's hips and let her nuzzle the back of the other female's neck.
"Wha... she's... she wants to..." Hyacinth said, or tried to. The mare felt as out of breath as she did after she ran herself out.
"It's normal for her kind. They call it 'acting mareish'." Aster explained, trying not to laugh at the sight, or more to the point her mount's reaction.
"Isn't this... stalionish?"
"Hmm, I see your point. But I don't think you'd look the way you do now if you had a stallion on your back..." she said.
The look brought back some fond memories. Her own first few times with a girl as young as clueless as she was. Not that they'd thought of themselves as clueless. After all, they knew where and how to touch themselves in order to feel good, so naturally they knew all about a woman's body. Two shy girls, hidden away from prying eyes, each of them clueless about body language and each one too bashful to give voice to what she was feeling and what she wanted. She imagined her expression must have looked a lot like Hyacinth looked now when she felt felt another female touch her somewhere interesting.
She didn't have the heart to tell her mount the mare on her back wasn't really making love to her, or even trying to mate her. From what she heard, feral mares did this to assert dominance over other females in a herd and to signal a stallion they were fertile. There was nothing she could really do for Hyacinth from up there even if she had the inclination, and Aster didn't want the unicorn's heart to be broken when the mare dismounted and lost all interest. She was sure she could provide Hyacinth with some much needed female affection, and even to get the mare to go along. As long as she was gentle and patient, Aster knew she could make anyone and anything go along with her...
Hyacinths eyes were drawn to the voluptuous elven figure as her rider took a few swaying steps towards her, warm eyes locked on hers as she lifted her hands to stroke along the mare's forehead and behind her ears. She wasn't a stranger to the elven woman's touch since Aster groomed her, and did a wonderful job of it. But whenever she did she chatted with her mount and worked briskly and efficiently, so the mare had never really taken much notice of the fact the other woman was touching every part of her body as she moved from muzzle to tail.
But there was something about the way Aster was touching her now, even though her hands weren't anywhere... interesting. The way the older woman was holding her gaze, smiling a soft, inviting smile as she ran her hands along the mare's creamy fur. Her own scent began to insinuate itself through the fragrance of the feral mare's heat, rising from that magnificent bosom now so close to Hyacinth that she could...
The idea turned into action without the unicorn even realizing it, her muzzle moving forward until it was pushing into the cleft between the two full mounds. Aster responded with a soft sigh, her hands never slowing as they stroked along the mare's neck and played with her mane. Hyacinth could feel her heart beating as if she'd just ran herself ragged, the intense sensation of a mare on her back holding her in a firm mating grip and the soft, sensuous attention she was getting from her rider threatening to overwhelm what was left of her sensibilities. But what have sensibilities ever gotten me except for lonely nights?
The thought emboldened her to explore the bounty of soft feminine flesh, her muzzle wedged firmly between the lush breasts as the elven woman sighed softly with every exhale of het equine breath against her chest. Encouraged by the noises and pushed to it by her won growing desires, Hyacinth latched onto the pale pink circles capping each mound first with her eyes and then with her mouth.
The moan Aster let out as she took her breast in her muzzle made the unicorn's tail twitch, a sign the mare on her back misread and one that had her tightening her grip on her hips. She felt the elven woman's nipple against her tongue, the little nub going from puffy and soft to a thrillingly hard nub as she flicked the tip of her tongue against it. She'd worried her desire to explore the elven female's teats would make Aster laugh at her, that she would look like a hungry foal rather than an amorous lover.
But there was no mistaking her reaction, especially with the way Aster was thrusting her chest out and cooing appreciatively. She'd had a feeling that another female would enjoy having her teats (or breasts, as the case may be) played with as much as she desired to play with a pair, and this confirmed it! She wasn't sure how it worked with two-legged males, but stallions never bothered with them once they were weaned. Only interested in one thing! she thought to herself as she lovingly suckled and nuzzled on the ripe mound before moving on to the other one.
Aster didn't bother faking the noises making their way past her full lips. Her husband didn't mind her indulging her need for feminine affection every now and again, but even so the elven wife and mother had never been adventurous enough to play with a mare. Her bosom could be a pain in the back every now and again, but both men and those women with unconventional tastes had always been drawn to them. Feeling a hat breath in her cleavage or lips latched onto her nipples wasn't new, but no lover had been able to take almost half of one heavy globe into their both the way Hyacinth was doing now. Not to mention that lips strong enough to gather in blades of grass when grazing were a thrill in their own right. Firm and at once incredibly soft, they were making Aster's toes curl whenever they pinched and teased one of her nipples.
Even the mare mounting Hyacinth seemed to be having a good time, flicking her ears with her head held high and occasionally brining it down to possessively rub her muzzle against the side of the unicorn's neck. Even a mare who ceded dominance would have grown bored and slipped from under her at this point, and even though the mare probably couldn't understand why hyacinth was being so happy to be so passive, Lilly seemed intent to enjoy her dominance. Some stablehand is going to have his work cut out for him, grinding that ego down to size...
She'd been wondering when Hyacinth would grow bored of nuzzling and nursing her bountiful bosom, and soon enough she noticed the mare's muzzle drifting lower. She was still shy so Aster did her best to encourage her with amorous noises, as well as spreading her legs a little farther apart. Enough, at least, to make room for a mare's muzzle...
Aster's scent was more delicate than that of the mare she'd just serviced, but strong enough for Hyacinth's flaring nostrils to catch. Nuzzling her way down the expanse of smooth pale skin she kept her ears perked, dreading any sing that her rider might draw the line at letting her put her lips down there. But all he caught were sighs and coos, and soon she had her lips against a tiny tuft of pale-gold just above the elven woman's crotch. The hairs had looked as dine as dandelion fluff the scent clinging to them making the unicorn's nostrils flare even as the tuft tickled them.
Bringing her head just a little lower the mare's lips met those of her rider, her tongue slipping from her muzzle on instinct to pick up the droplets clinging to the delicate folds. Aster moaned out loud, a sound that had Hyacinth's ears flicking and her cunny winking as she licked again and again, a little disappointed that the elf wasn't winking at her the mare had done. When Aster had slid a hand down her tummy and between her legs she was worried she might have done something wrong, but when the elf used her fingers to pry her plump folds apart Hyacinth knew she was doing just fine. No wonder they don't wink if they can just do that she mused, admiring the glistening pink petals before pressing the tip of her tongue between them.
Aster was now bracing her hands against the strong neck of her mount, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks and all the way to the tips of her pointed ears. Hyacinth was obviously a novice at this but the mare's enthusiasm, not to mention the sheer _size_of her tongue made up for it as far as the motherly elf was concerned. Familiar tingles spread outward from her loins, and Aster knew that she could prolong this, let the feeling build until she had no choice but to let loose. A part of her wanted to do it, to rude the mare's muzzle until she was left sprawled against the dew-damp grass, but she judged Hyacinths need greater than her own. Instead she just let the feelings take her, a swift climb to blissful heights before the bliss of release, her legs trembling and her sex gushing against the diligent equine muzzle stuck between her thighs. Hyacinth was still licking away, and only stopped when the mare on her back decided she'd asserted herself sufficiently and climbed off.
"Wha... but I... I haven't..." Hyacinth whined, still to self-conscious to give voice to her frustrations.
"Well she couldn't really do much for you by mounting you, could she? But I think we both need to thank you now, so let's see what we can do..." Aster said, walking down along the male's creamy body, every swaying step smearing the mess dripping from her over the insides of her thighs.
She could feel Hyacinth's eyes on her, and didn't fail to notice the way the snowy tail lifted, exposing a plump sex of pristine pink to the elf's lustful gaze. Gently to the point of teasing she placed her palm against the pink teardrop, surprised by the sheer heat emanating from the velvet-soft flesh. She stroked the equine labia a few times before taking her palm off it and running the tip of her finger just along the seam of the unicorn's femininity.
"Ooh, hello!" she cooed as the equine cunny winked, expelling a dribble of mare-nectar and flashing something pink and round at the bottom.
The wink came again, and with a smile on her face aster placed her thumb and forefinger on either side of the plump bottom of the mare's sex. Sure enough her touch caused the mare's cunny to flash her again, and this time the elf was ready. It wasn't really a pinch, just a small bit of pressure on either side, but enough to keep the glistening pink nub exposed even when the equine sex closed.
"Aww, it looks like a little heart. I wonder..." she mused as Hyacinth stared mutely at her, short of breath and desperate for more of what Aster was doing. Bending her head down, The motherly elf placed a feather-soft kiss on the glistening pink button, and the shuddering gasp this drew from the mare confirmed what the thing between her fingers was. Looks different, but seems to work the same way...
The mare's response as well as the twitching of her muscles and the quivering of her sex drove her on, and soon Aster was kissing her way up the winking slit, expertly teasing the unicorn and delighting in every second of it. She placed her palms against the creamy rump as she pushed her tongue between her folds, doing her best to find Hyacinth's most sensitive spots as the lower half of her face slowly became drenched by the mare's needy sex.
She'd been at it for a minute, licking up and down and every once in a while closing her lips around the equine clitoris, teasing it the same way Hyacinth had teased her nipples. A snort from behind her interrupted the elf, and the moment her mouth was off the equine sex a muzzle nudged her face aside and took her place. The noise Hyacinth made as Lilly began to nuzzle her teardrop was priceless, and for her part Aster was happy just to watch the feral mare play with the unicorn. She wondered if the bay mare really felt growing affection towards the unicorn and was trying to reciprocate, or if she just saw the elf enjoying herself and decided to help herself. She wasn't being as gentle as Aster, but Hyacinth was definitely responding to a much bigger tongue pushing much deeper in, and even to the tugs and pinches every time Lilly caught the unicorn's pink folds between her lips.
With the bay mare's interest now awakened, Aster considered how else she might join in on the fun. She got down on the still dew-damp grass, bringing her face within inches of the gasping unicorn's teats. Hyacinth had never foaled, of course, and so the two pink mounds were still small, at least to the eye. As she brought her hands up to fondle them Aster realized the two pert teats were each quite a handful, but just seemed small in proportion to the mare. And judging by the way Hyacinth spread her legs to give her better access, they were quite sensitive too.
For starters the elven woman settled for massaging the equine bosom, rubbing the two pert teats at first before starting to softly kneed them, letting her fingers sink just a little into the firm flesh before easing her grip. Both she and Lilly seemed to be doing a good job, since despite the mare's efforts a small rivulet was running down from the winking sex and along the smooth pink skin of unicorn's teats.
Aster just kept massaging the pert pair, the two hand-filling bumps now glistening as her palms slid across slick skin. The scent of it was at once familiar and novel, and feeling a curiosity she hadn't experienced since she'd been a maiden she brought her mouth to one stiff nub and closed her lips around it. She could see Hyacinth's whole body shudder and couldn't help but smile around the teat in her mouth, suckling the stiffening nipple gently and rubbing her tongue against it. She found the flavor of the unicorn's arousal as pleasant as her fragrance, and her other hand remained busy kneading the other teat. She would open her hand as wide as she could, letting her fingers dig into the pert and by now slippery flesh before closing her fist around a stiff pink nipple, giving it a little rug before releasing it and repeating the whole thing - stroke, squeeze and tug, over and over until she let the hard bun slip from her mouth and she changed places.
It was now perfectly clear to Hyacinth why having her breasts nuzzled and suckled had gotten her rider so excited. For whatever reasons she was doing it, the feral mare was still curiously tonguing her sex, every now and again taking her muzzle off it to give the mare's rump a mating bite, just in case she forgot which one was dominant. Her ministrations felt thrillingly wild while what Aster was doing was gentle and loving. It was nothing like what Hyacinth had imagined her first time would be like, making the mare realize just how limited her imagination was.
Her breathing was labored now, her body experiencing something that she'd only seen (by pure chance, of course) in others. Everything the two females were doing to her was sating long unsatisfied desires while at the same time making her greedy for more, for something she couldn't quite name. She wasn't even in heat but she could feel her sex winking almost in time to her heartbeat, constant flashing meant to give the feral mare as much access to her as possible. She couldn't really see what Lilly was doing but if she craned her neck she could see Aster kneeling under her teats, eyes closed and head raised as she kissed and suckled one perky nub while using those soft, skilled hands to play with the other.
The sight of her, the attention lavished on her most sensitive parts, the scent of female arousal all coalesced, and finally breaking the tension Hyacinth had felt building and seeming to break her mind as well. She heard a sharp whinny and only when she realized Lilly was still busy under her tail did she realize it came from her! She felt her cunny gush, her legs tremble as her own heartbeat thudded in her ears, a mind-numbing wave of bliss seeming to rush from her loins to crash over her entire body. She had no idea how long she'd been recovering from it, but at some point Lilly had lost interest in the winking pink sex and had resumed grazing, while Aster ran a hand along the mare's still quivering flanks as she stood to face her before planting a kiss on her forehead.
"T-told you! Mare's don't always need a stallion..." the unicorn said once she got enough air to speak.
"Well not for that. I think Lilly might still be interested in one. She's a feral and she'll want to have a foal. You might want one too someday, and when it comes you might find yourself looking at males a little differently." The elf spoke, obviously from experience. "But now that you know that you can love a mare as well as any stallion, you might try looking for one to love you back once we get home..."