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52 Shades of Hay

(C) Cederwyn Whitefurr

22nd March, 2017.

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Chapter Three

Charlemayne left the Filly sleeping whilst he bathed and groomed himself - a process that without her help took longer than usual, but he didn't mind. Sometimes it was better to do things for yourself, than to rely on servants and such. He stood before his full length mirror, then with his left paw he wiped away the sheen of water and steam, then gazed longingly at his taut, athletic self and smiled. He prided himself on his physical appearance - from the tip of his ears to his hooves, and he egotistically turned from side to side, admiring the strong musculature that twitched beneath the glossy fur.

Partly, it was ego, partly, it was his own hard effort, careful diet and copious exercise. As he dragged a thick brush through his mane, he sighed in pleasure - head tilting back so the pale pink nose pointed at the ceiling and a sigh of pleasure escaped him - for this was one of many things that gave him pleasure - not that many knew it. Finally, two hours after he'd started bathing, he dressed in a short robe and tied the sash around his waist before walking back into his bedroom.

Reaching down, Charlemayne trailed a hooflet lightly along Felicities muzzle - then tickled the fine hairs on her velvety nose. Felicity moaned and weakly swatted at the tickling paw - before her eyes snapped open like window shades and she snorted - coming awake in a single heartbeat.

"It always amazes me - " Charlemayne grinned, as he leaned down, bracing his paws either side of Felicity's head and licking her from nose to forehead. "How you can go from such a deep sleep, to instantly awake like that..."

"Master - I - " Felicity stammered, as she gazed up at him, feeling trapped and threatened with him leaning over her.

"Relax little one - " Charlemayne smiled, lowering his head to press his nose against hers, gazing into her dark chocolate eyes.

"I - " Felicity whispered, eyes widening even further.

"Shhh - " Charlemayne whispered, as he kissed her gently on the forehead, then the bridge of her muzzle - finally on the lips. "Just...relax - you're perfectly safe in here, nobody but you and I are here and..."

Felicity gasped as she felt Charlemayne's paw slide down her blouse covered body - then cup a breast gently and give it a tender squeeze, before beginning to unbutton her blouse, his eyes locked on hers.

"Mas..." Felicity began, then he placed a paw lightly on her muzzle, his ears flattening.

Obediently, she silenced her protests, something about the _look_in his eyes, made her swallow a lump in her throat, the size of an apple. He'd never looked at her that way - ever - and for the first time in her young life, she was genuinely afraid of him.

His breathing, usually calm and relaxed, grew hoarse and he started panting. His musky scent filled her nostrils and added to her fear, although she struggled valiantly to suppress her own.

He rose, then Felicity's eyes widened as she looked at the front of his trousers - the rock hard bulge that strained like a feral racehorse in the starting gate - that threatened to tear the thin trousers apart. He was driven not by his usual kindness and sweet, gentle nature - this was, Felicity realised, pure, unadulterated lust...

He unbuckled his belt, forcing the trousers down and Felicity swallowed again, as her masters erection burst forth - a spurt of pre-ejaculate fluid squirting.

"This isn't the first time, we've made love little one..." Charlemayne spoke, as he caressed her cheek. "You know how I prefer it - you're a maiden and as such..."

Felicity quivered, she couldn't help it. Obediently she shed her clothing, quickly and efficiently, as she knelt on the bed, her head lowered and tail hanging low. Charlemayne nodded, and placed one paw on her back, then rain his fingers down her back and through her tail. His fingers tugged at the hairs, and she whimpered softly, despite ensuring every single strand was untangled - it still hurt as he accidentally tore a few hairs out by the roots.

"Easy, little one," He grunted, as he, almost tenderly_,_caressed her rump. He moved away for a moment, returning quickly, and the scent of the special liquid he used, filled her nostrils.

"Thank you..." Felicity murmured, for this small kindness.

Felicity's ears slicked back, as she heard his shudder, the slick liquid squishing and squelching as he liberally applied it to his full erection. Her tail slowly raised, the bones in it crackling, as she lifted it as high as she could manage, her grey and white hairs hanging like a waterfall.

Prepared as mentally as she could be - Felicity closed her eyes and thought about happier times. It wasn't the first time he'd preserved her maidenhood - and claimed her _this_way - usually - he was modestly gentle and...

A few heartbeats passed - then Felicity's eyelids forced themselves open and then slowly slid to half-mast. Her master was aroused, his musk strong and intoxicating - his urges almost overwhelming her senses...

Fearfully, Felicity twisted one ear back, then nervously glanced over her left shoulder.

He stood behind her, then shuddered and shook his head.

"I would claim you, of your own free well. It is a choice I give to you, for your service and obedience. I will not, I can not - force you into this. I'm not a..."

He looked away, then hung his head and sat down on the edge of the bed, his shoulders quivering.

"I'm not a monster Felicity. I am sorry, I do not know what come over me. You've dedicated yourself, heart, body and mind, to my servitude. I know what our society expects - I'm a thoroughbred, you're a dapple..."

Felicity, thoughts and confused feelings, slowly sat down on her haunches, then carefully moved so she sat behind him, before she placed a paw lightly on his shoulder.

"Master, I've...you've never been anything but kind to me - even when you, I mean, _we..._make love. I've always kept your secret, I've never spoken of how you share yourself with me, nor will I ever do so!"

He trembled at her touch, torn between his urge, wild, strong and almost feral in its intensity - yet he knew, deep down, he'd _never_do what his lustful thoughts urged. He could not force himself upon her - or anyone - it just wasn't what and who he really was.

Timidly, Felicity nuzzled his mane, then licked one ear. He turned his head to face her and she placed both paws on his cheeks, holding his head, as she stared into his eyes.

"I wish I may, I wish I might," Felicity intoned, resting her forehead against his. "For this stallion, to be mine tonight..."

As he opened his mouth to speak, Felicity tenderly closed it, holding his gaze locked in her own.

TO BE CONTINUED....