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Ember's Desire

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

6th February, 2024

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In the quiet warmth of the stable, the soft sound of a brush gliding through Ember's sleek coat resonated. The bay mare stood still, one hind hoof slightly cocked, savoring the gentle touch of her owner's hand, that guided the brush. As the rhythmic strokes continued, Ember closed her eyes, her mind at peace with herself, her owner, and the world around them.

“Ow!” Ember snorted, then turned her head to glare at her owner. “That hurt!”

With a sheepish grin, the young woman dropped the knotted mane hairs she'd pulled out. “Sorry Ember, it didn't feel like a large knot – I thought it'd just untangle.”

With a shudder, then a quiet snort, Ember stepped from the cocked hoof onto the other one, shaking her head slowly, as she began to relax once more.

“You know,” Ember began thoughtfully, her tubular ears twitching. “I've been thinking. I'm grown up now, and, well...”

Ember's tail swished from side to side, before she turned her head and looked at her owner.

“About what my beloved companion?” Elanore asked inquisitively, then dropped the brush into a large pouch and picked up the hoof pick. “Up please darling.”

Ember sighed and put her hind hoof down, then obediently lifted the off-side hoof, Elanore beginning to scrape at it.

“I think, I'd like a foal of my own,” Ember confessed, her ears pricking forwards.

Her owner paused, turning her head back to look into Ember's deep, expressive eyes.

A mixture of surprise and joy flickered over Ember's face.

“You would, huh?” Elanore exhaled, then put Ember's hoof down, before turning about and leaning against her shoulder. “That's a big step, Ember. A foal means responsibility, and it changes everything!”

Ember blinked, then tossed her head, her silky mane fluffing out. “I am old enough, I'm a mare and -”

Elanore smiled, then lightly kissed Ember's velvety-furred nose. “You are, yes. Beautiful, intelligent, and with a sharp wit. However - “

Ember, her mind running away with her, began to fantasize. “You know, I've been watching those horses in the moving pictures you show me. The ones with the big, strong, handsome stallions! I want that, too. A little one with my spirit and...”

Elanore blinked, then shook her head, lightly tapping Ember on the forehead. “Earth to Ember? I explained those to you my mare. Those are make-believe – movies! Falsehoods and fabrications. Oh, I don't doubt that there are gentle, loving stallions out in the world...”

Ember blinked, then snorted and shook her head, looking away, refusing to acknowledge that her owner knew better.

“Aww, come on, don't sulk, please?” Elanore smiled. “Look, when we're done, I'll get my tablet and look up available breeding stallions. You can pick one you like, and if we – I – can afford it, we'll make it happen, okay?”

Sulkily, Ember slightly turned her head, glancing side-eyed at Elanore. “You promise?”

Elanore sighed and held her arms out, until Elanore whiffled through her nostrils, then moved over, draping her neck over Elanore's shoulder, in the equivalent of an equine hug.

“Have I ever lied to you Ember?”

With a shiver, Ember whiffled again through her nostrils, before she sighed and twitched. “No...”

“Good girl, I love you too, now, let's finish off, shall we?”

Ember stepped back, swishing her tail slowly, before a cheeky smile spread across her equine lips and her tail raised, fanning out.

Elanore laughed, then kissed Ember's nose. “You're such a tease...”

*

Elanore grinned as Ember knelt, folding her hind legs, then slumped down onto the soft, clean sawdust, before her eyes screwed shut and her nostrils flared as a loud, deafening sneeze escaped her.

“Silly girl,” Elanore chuckled, as she closed the stall door, the latch clicking behind her. “be more careful!”

Ember snuffled and lay herself down, before flexing and wriggling on the sawdust, then settled and lifted her head up and back, gazing lovingly at Elanore. Her pelt rippled, and her smirk spread wider, as she recognized the bag Elanore dropped in the stall.

“Oh - “ Ember nickered. “I've been a good mare?”

Elanore smiled, then knelt and caressed Ember's rump tenderly. “I don't know, have you? Are you a good girl, deserving of special treats? I'm not so sure...”

Ember blinked, her eyes widening and ears slightly slicking back before she snorted and narrowed her gaze. “Teasing isn't nice, mistress.”

“Now now, don't be a sulking mare, I brought something to show you – and no, it's not a new toy...”

Ember snorted, a playful glint in her eyes as Elanore went and fetched the large screen tablet from the bag, then sat down just behind Ember's front legs as she started it. Ember playfully nuzzled her owner, lipping at her with large, leathery lips, then gave her a lick with her broad tongue.

“So...” Ember nickered, her ears swishing forwards.

“Patience!” Elanore playfully stroked Ember's belly. “These things take time, right, so...”

Ember fidgeted, looking around the stable and swishing her tail, as Elanore started typing on the onscreen keyboard, finally pulling up what she needed.

“Okay, Ember? Pay attention please!”

With a snort through her nostrils, Ember turned her head back, curious.

“Here's the sires I can afford, I'm sorry, but it's not a big list...”

Making the pictures full screen, then holding the tablet before Ember's eyes, she let the mare gaze at each in turn, her ears twitching as Ember thoughtfully examined the pictures. One, her ears instantly flattened and Elanore flicked to the next.

“Three I like - “ Ember nodded.

“One, my love, just one - “ Elanore chuckled. “You're a maiden mare, and besides, you got no idea...”

Ember's tails swished with impatience as Elanore continued scrolling through the options. Finally, Ember's ears pricked up and she leaned in, snorting in excitement, her eyes fixated on one particular picture.

“This one,” Ember declared with certainty, her eyes sparkling. “I like him.”

Elanore turned the tablet around, then looked from Ember back to the proud, majestic dappled grey stallion in the picture, before she inwardly sighed.

Trust Ember to pick one just on the very edge of my affordability, but only the best for the one I love, and who loves me...

Ember blinked, her nostrils flaring, as she gently nuzzled Elanore. “What's wrong? You smell – scared, did I do something wrong?”

Setting the tablet aside, Elanore laughed nervously, then cupped Ember's cheeks, before she rested her forehead on Ember's, and kissed her between the eyes.

“No, my sweet, gentle mare – you did not. Are you certain? Is he the one you have your heart set on?”

Elanore maintained her gaze on Ember, as the mare struggled, her first, second, third, and fourth doubts swirling through her mind. Ember's ears quivered as she fought hard to make the decision.

“He's young, proven with several foals to his name, so...” Ember hesitated, uncertainty coloring her voice.

“So?” Elanore gently prompted. “This is a big decision Ember. As I've said, having a foal – it's nearly eleven months, in the last few months, then weeks – you'll feel it kick and tumble within your belly, and you'll be emotional, stressed, and frustrated! Often, outright uncomfortable, and that's before you give birth!”

Ember blinked, her ears slicking back as she lifted her muzzle and her eyes widened perceptibly. “I... my instincts and...”

Elanore huffed softly, then caressed Ember gently. “Are a wonderful and beautiful thing, but my sweet, naive young mare – motherhood is a miracle, it truly is, it was denied to me, through my own choices...”

Keeping her gaze locked on Ember, Elanore observed the subtle twitches of Ember's body and the slowly widening eyes. Ember's internal struggle was palpable, and Elanore couldn't help but feel the mix of empathy and anticipation. The decision to bring new life into the world was monumental, and Elanore knew she had to guide Ember through it with patience and understanding.

“It's a choice that should come from your heart, Ember.” Elanore continued quietly. “Not just instincts, but a deep understanding of what it means, to care for another life. I'll support you in whatever you choose, but take your time. No need to rush into such a significant commitment!”

As Elanore spoke, she lovingly caressed Ember's pelt, her touch gentle, a reassuring presence for Ember as she grappled with the complexities of this decision. Ember's gaze remained trapped by Elanore's, absorbing her owner's words with uncertainty. Ember felt the weight of her decision hanging in the air, and Elanore gave Ember the time she needed to process it.

“I know it's a lot to take in, Ember,” Elanore murmured, sliding her hand along Ebony's belly, then ever so gently caressing the leathery teats. “But you're not alone in this. We will face it together, every step, I promise!”

A gentle sigh escaped Ember, as she felt the playful caress of her udder and teats, her tail swishing against the sawdust.

“Mistress - “ Ebony admitted, her voice quiet and hesitant. “I... I want to experience it and be a mare, but it terrifies me! What... what if he hurts me? What if I'm not a good mother? What if...”

Elanore used her free hand to gently cup Ember's chin, gazing deep into her eyes.

“All mothers experience such thoughts – to a greater, or lesser extent. Now, what if you're a wonderful mother? What if you bring a new life into this world and nurture it with the same love you've shared with me? Ember, doubts are natural, but don't let them overshadow the beauty of the journey you're taking your first tentative steps on! We will learn together, and I will be right beside you.”

Ember flicked her head towards her udder and teats, then back at Elanore, raising her eyebrows slowly, watching as her owner's cheeks flushed.

“That love – is different, and you know it.” Elanore nervously laughed. “I meant the bond we have, our trust, your confidence in me, and mine in you. Now, if you decide to go through with this, I'll organize it. You've chosen the sire, who I'm sure, will be a good sire for our foal.”

“Our...foal?” Ember's gaze turned more confused.

“I will be with you from the moment he, or she, is conceived, through the pregnancy, and the birth – then from that moment, that beautiful, innocent, new foal will be ours, my love. Your's and mine, together, we will bond with it, love it and cherish it.” Elanore assured, her words comforting and filled with love for her mare.

Ember's eyes softened, and a small, grateful smile played across her lips. Elanore could see the subtle shift in Ember's demeanor, a growing acceptance of this idea.

“Thank you, mistress - “ Ember whispered, tenderly brushing her lips against Elanor's belly. “For – being patient and understanding. I... I'll think about it, really think about it.”

Elanore nodded, then ever so gently squeezed Ember's left teat, eliciting a quiet nicker from Ember.

“Take all the time you need, my dear Ember. This is a decision that should, as I have said, come from your heart, and I'll support you, no matter what you decide.”

“What if...” Ember began, her concerned look growing.

“No more fears and doubts my sweet, beautiful mare – now – you shall get your reward for being good, now...up!”

Elanore crawled away, as Ember rose, then shook herself, sawdust flying from her pelt, as she stretched and rolled her shoulders, then gazed lovingly at Elanore, lifting her tail and fanning it out, her eager expression and warmth showing in her eyes.

“Tease,” Come Elanor's gentle rebuke. “I've half a mind to try a new toy on you...”

With a nicker of laughter, then a loud, piercing squeal, Ember lifted her tail straight up, her beautiful tail slashing from side to side as her eyes widened in pleasure and expectation.

“First... let's get you warmed up.”

Elanore gently reached up, gathering up Ember's tail, then draping it over her right shoulder. Elanor's index finger trailed from the tip of the labial folds to the bottom, before she slurped her finger, giving a coating of saliva as she teasingly slipped the tip just inside the now glistening and quivering folds. Pressing down with her finger, Elanore applied gentle – but firm – pressure to the sensitive nub of flesh at the bottom of the vaginal passage – with expected results...

There was a piercing squeal and a whinny, as Ember's labial muscles crushed down and then expanded – revealing the deep pink of her vagina, forming a narrow tunnel leading upwards. Slick, viscous fluids quickly made the ribbed passage sticky.

Again, Elanore probed and twirled two fingers, using her thumb to sensuously encircle and keep the pressure on, before prying apart the sticky labia – a long, sensual tongue replacing it as Elanore began to orally explore the quivering folds and depths.

“Mmm, so warm - “ Elanore breathed out – her tongue momentarily squeezed before its release again. “Such a good, sweet mare...”

Elara's tongue did things externally, internally, and emotionally, that reaffirmed the love that filled her heart. Eagerly, she dove back in, adoring the pleasure and sensations, her fingers sliding between the strong, quivering hind legs and lovingly caressing and squeezing the leathery teats. Ember's labia clenched down and relaxed, exposing the sensitive bud of her clitoris – as Elara's tongue flickered over it again and again.

“Wink for me, my sweet, slutty mare – I know you like this...”

Ember's body submitted – willingly and freely, as Elanore orally pleasured her equine partner – savoring the sounds and emotions, the way Ember's hind legs started to tremble, then fold down into a semi-squatting position.

“Tell me what you want, mare...” Elanore grinned, slapping Ember on the rump. “Make me believe you...”

Ember couldn't speak – only quiver and squeal – as she was so close to her maregasm – her lover's gentle touches, licks, and amazingly talented.

“You want...” Elanore paused, giving a final, deep suck to Ember's winking clitoris before she stepped away and dropped Ember's tail.

With a snort, Ember's eyes widened, her ears swished back and she stared at her owner, continuing to sweat and tremble. Elanore grinned and walked to the bag, opening it and pulling out something she knew Ember loved dearly.

Awkwardly, Elanore stripped off, then stepped into the harness of the strap-on equine toy, tightening the straps then looking down and turning about, swaying her hips as the multi-colored silicone pony-penis twitched. Turning back around, Elanore retrieved the large bottle of water-based lube and applied generous quantities to the toy, before grinning at Ember, whose wide eyes opened fully and her tail lifted towards the stable ceiling.

“I think you're ready to become my mare, mare...” Elanore smirked, holding the lubed length in her hand. “Down, please.”

Elanore waited until Ember knelt before she lifted aside her tail and used her free hand to guide the lubed length against Ember's winking folds. Pausing, Elanore waited – then playfully slid the penile head of the toy in, feeling Ember's instinctive clenching, then the slurp as the toy was pulled back out – then in, even deeper, back out and finally, as Ember reached her maregasm – hilted inside her.

Ember not only whinnied, she – whinnied – making Elanore laugh and place her sticky hands on Ember's convulsing rump as she drove her hips hard against the mare before her, the pleasure of Ember's squeals like fine wine.

“Urgh...” Ember snorted, her mouth hanging open and she stared over her shoulder at Elanore.

Elanore grinned and began easing back, before slamming her hips forward again and again, listening to the squelches from Ember's labia.

“I'm not through with you yet mare – you think one maregasm will cover the debt you owe me?”

Ember's smile lit up her face as he grunted and shuddered.

Elanore brought Ember to satisfaction five times over the next two hours, before at last, Ember's head slumped down onto the straw, her body slick with sweat, ribs rising and falling, her tongue lolling and nostrils flaring with each shuddering breath. With a final slurp, Elanore pulled the slick, sticky toy out and slumped backward, the toy standing tall and proud.

“Good girl,” Elanore chuckled. “Feel better now?”

Ember's tail twitched – the best she could manage.

Elanore unstrapped the toy, setting it aside, before she rose and dusted the sawdust off herself before she walked around and sat down before Ember, giving her beloved mare that look.

“Urgh,” Ember gurgled. “Really mistress?”

“Fairs fair Ember, now, stop being a sooky mare, I know you enjoy it as much as I do...” Elanore's playful voice rang out before she placed both legs on either side of Ember's head. “Do what you do so well my sweet – please?”

Ember snorted playfully, her hot, moist breath flowing over her lover's thighs, as she brushed her velvet-like nose up and down against the mare-scented slit before her. With another whiffle, Ember grinned and teasing lapped at the slit with her broad tongue. Her ears pricked forward, as she heard the crackle from her lover's spine, the sharply in-drawn breath, and the scent of her – flared like a firework in Ember's mind.

With care and precision, Ember flexed, curled, and flicked her tongue, reaching places and pleasure, no human, male or female, possibly could – or ever would. Each quiver of vaginal muscles trying to contract on her tongue, each drip of juice – sweeter than the sugar cubes she enjoyed – Ember burrowed her muzzle as close and intense as she could – her ears flicking and nostrils flaring like she was trying to devour her lover intensely and passionately.

*

Elanore had no chance...

*

Ember snickered, as the human pelvis slammed against her nose and a veritable overwhelming rush of endorphins, scents, tastes, and pleasure consumed her, this moment of pure bonding between her beloved owner and herself reaffirming their shared love. Her leathery lips pressed hard against the edges of the quivering vulva as her tongue worked its magic again and again, seemingly oblivious as the human beneath her writhed and squired, consumed by the pleasures that defied imagination.

At last, Ember snorted, feeling the slapping of a human palm on the bridge of her muzzle, the safe gesture – agreed upon between herself and her lover. Ember lifted her head up and away, her ears flicking and she swirled her tongue before retreating into her muzzle.

“You okay, mistress?” Ember gently nuzzled the sweat-slick human before her, then used her tongue to lightly lick a long swatch from her lower belly to between her breasts. “mmm, so salty...”

“Fuuuccckkkkkk....” Elanore gurgled, feeling her sweat and the sawdust that stuck to her back and buttocks. “Ember... how..."

Ember blinked, then gave her lover another long, sensual slurp with her tongue. “Never doubt a mare, mistress...”

TO BE CONTINUED...