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Valentine’s Special

The Valentine Mare

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by CitagsAlpha

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“She’s beautiful...”

The stream burbled along gently as sunset tickled the hills, casting rays of gold and crimson across the green, fertile hills. A willow tree swept its branches down to the water, trailing fingers into a cool embrace, but the true meaning of the peaceful scene was in the trio stood beside the rustic log cabin and the hitching post, all set up for what they had in mind for their evening of sweet delights. Only that evening would require a certain element of boldness to come into play before one could step forward and enjoy as a person has every right to in the world.

Citag pressed her hands together, rocking forward, as her curly, brown hair swished with the hue of her motion, as if she wanted to approach the paint mare, a buckskin shot through with slices of white that drew the eye, beautifully well cleaned, and yet did not move a single muscle more. Who was she to imply that the four-legged mare would want a human like her so close, even if it was her very partner himself that had drawn her there, assuring her that the stunning equine would tell her, in no uncertain terms, whether she wanted them to back off or come closer. All the humans in the equation had to do, of course, was to keep their listening ears open and understand her the best they could.

Oh, but how she wanted to run her hands over the mare’s sides, her strongly muscled body and the sinuous flick of her long, luscious tail. She was the very image of equine beauty incarnate but that was not why she was there – not entirely, at least. Citag’s sweetheart, Alpha, smiled and beckoned her in closer, standing with his hand on the mare’s neck as she pulled lazily from her haynet, the very picture of relaxation. It was quite clear to see that she wasn’t bothered by their presence and, with a smile that shook as much as her painted fingertips, nails shining with polish, Citag held her breath and gently touched the horse’s neck, the jump and shiver of skin beneath her touch making her gasp as if she was not truly present, a part of the scene laid out before her.

But she was, she very much was, and she could not deny or falsify that claim in the slightest as her partner, pleasantly muscled yet moderately built, leaned into her, bumping her shoulder with his as Alpha’s fingers closed gently and warmly around hers. She’d have run her fingers through his hair too, perhaps as practice, if it had not been cropped so close to his skull, only ‘tease-able’ when he was late getting his black locks trimmed. As if she was trying to encourage them on, the feral mare swung her head around curiously, nostrils fluttering with breath as the very same moment that her tail flicked up out of the way.

“Relax,” he said softly. “You don’t have to worry about hurting her by doing too much. Lady here will tell you if she likes something or not, just listen to her.”

And, although the very nature of what she was about to do, about to explore, with the mare and her similarly experienced (that was, inexperienced) was terrifying at its core, Citag knew that she wanted it too. The mare welcomed her touch, huffing softly and snorting, the lead rope hanging loosely without restraining her in the slightest, the knot undone so that she could move away, if she so chose. Citag and Alpha, of course, would never have dreamed of so restraining her there, unable to voice her opinion on the matter, and even more so as Citag’s shaking fingers trailed around to Lady’s hindquarters, down and around to the point beneath the dock of her tail.

The mare exhaled softly, eyes half-lidded as she relaxed, tail swishing out of the way to reveal her soft sex, the folds of her teardrop-shaped marehood glistening with the faintest hint of equine readiness. In season and eager for more, she shifted her weight, bracing for the weight of a stallion, although the only ‘stallion’ that was there was Citag, crouching at her hind end with his lips already parted for her sweetness. Bolder than Citag, at least to begin, he nuzzled over her hindquarters as if drawn to a particular target, intent on one thing and one thing alone as he reached for her sex, his tongue, very gently, tracing the outline of her slit with the very tip of his tongue.

Lady nickered, stretching out her neck and flagging her tail, making it quite clear what she wanted. Yet Citag could not quite bring herself to push further, although the only sense of pressure came on herself, sweeping her hands around the mare’s stomach to where the plump buds of her teats resided. She very much did not have the udders of a maiden mare and they hung full and heavy, ready to be filled with milk for a foal. That was, of course, if she was put to a stallion during the course of her season. Otherwise, they would remain enlarged for the rest of her life, ready and waiting: always waiting for that lure of sweet, nourishing milk.

“Come on...” Alpha murmured, teasing his tongue into her marehood as it twitched and winked, pulling up in fervent demonstration of Lady’s eagerness, her body as keen as his was, what with his hard cock pressing at the front of his jeans. “You can do it.”

He could only encourage Citag but not force, allowing her to go as far as she wanted – as far as all of them, of course, wanted. And she would too, if only in her own time.

“You know you’re gorgeous, girl,” Citag murmured, running her hands over the paint mare’s rump, teasing and stroking as the equine nickered and shook out the kinks from her neck. “And we’re going to make you feel so very good...”

Whether Lady understood that much was not entirely clear but what was quite clear as how she rocked her body and pushed into Alpha’s tongue and face, wanting more in that regard. As unskilled as he was in the sweet and kind art of equine pleasure, Alpha could only do what he could, learning the folds of her twitching sex all over again as his tongue softly eased into her passage, flicking and curling up against the hotness of her innermost, most sensitive of passages.

Leaning back into him, Lady groaned and showed herself to spread her legs even further apart, muscles tense to support the weight of her body as she languished after the pleasure Alpha provided. Citag took a breath, eyes half-lidded, the scent of the mare before her flooding her nostrils, although equine hormones, of course, would have no effect on a human, of course not. Still, she imagined the mare’s need lowering her own inhibitions as she, so very slowly, ducked down to Lady’s sex too, stroking her fingers along the slightly mottled pink and grey edge of her folds. They moved beneath her fingers as Lady winked keenly, wanting more even as Citag tentatively too leaned in to tease her tongue along the edges, bolding and more confident with every passing second.

Oh... She should have tried sooner, just to hear that groan roll through Lady, grinding up from her gut as if the mare herself was bound in the very depths of need. Her tail flagged up and to the side, as out of the way as she could possibly get it, and Citag’s heart fluttered as she shared the mare’s sex with her lover, their tongues teasing and stroking up against one another as they dipped into Lady’s sex, over and over again, learning together just what made her tick just so.

Of course, there was still something more that such a sweet mare needed and she wasn’t about to let her new human friends carry on without making that well enough known too. Nickering throatily, Lady bobbed her head, trying to tell them just what she wanted without the seeming eloquence of human speech. However, even with the slowness of her tender human companions at play, she was able to make herself heard, the stream providing the perfect backdrop as Citag cheekily got an overturned wooden bucket for Alpha, for there was no way that his shaft could slip into his equine lover at that moment considering the difference in their heights.

Alpha too chuckled as they relieved a little of the tension of their exploration, easing his length out of his jeans as he stepped up, quite literally. He put himself on the same height as Lady, although he only had a little time to push into her, the mare shifting and grunting urgently, lines of tension rippling through her as she tried, desperately, to tell them what she needed, what she wanted them to do.

“Help me inside?” He said with a heartbreakingly gorgeous smile. “She wants it.”

And that was not something that he said out of arrogance by far, Lady trying to rock her hindquarters back even as she, eagerly, planted herself in place. As if he was a feral stallion too, Citag closed her hand around her husband’s shaft and, very gently, guided him into the mare before him, pushing deeper and deeper into her warmth until he could go no further. The mare shuddered, although it was a shiver of pleasure and not of discomfort in the slightest, her human lover’s eyes rolling back into his head as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly in a silent gasp.

“Oh... She’s wonderful... So amazing...”

For the moment, on that one, she would have to believe him as Lady whinnied and he thrust, holding onto the smooth, powerful muscle of the horse’s hindquarters as he gave her the smooth, filling strokes she so desperately needed. Lady grunted and rocked her hind end back and back as much as she could, nearly bumping him off the bucket altogether as he moaned and pushed in, trying to brace himself against her as much as he could just to put the strength that she needed into his strokes. Of course, he would not be as virile or powerful as a feral stallion in the prime of his life but he could still give Lady just a little of what she wanted, sate her need and take the edge of her lust as her passage rippled and clenched around him.

Although Citag could not reach to hug and kiss her lover as she wished, she leaned into the warmth of the kind mare who allowed them such delights, one arm around Alpha as she hugged and held him the best she could. Warmth tingled through her loins, wanting more for herself but still, at least for the moment, happy to watch the lustful scene of exploration play out before her. It would soon be her turn, one way or another, and she squeezed her hand up to the join of their bodies just to feel how the mare’s admirably still-winking sex pulled and pushed so wantonly against Alpha’s cock.

Alpha could not hold back, not even as Lady nickered and shuddered in her own, equine version of climax, enjoying the liaison just as much as he was with her nostrils flared for breath. But he could not hold back as he drove into her over and over again, Citag breathless and spellbound as he drove himself to a swift and wanton completion inside her, spilling a hot load of seed deep up into her passage.

“Oh... Oh, good girl, oh, thank you, girl...”

As much as he adored and lavished attention Lady, however, the mare had gained just as much from the very beginning of their encounter as they had, lowering her head with a soft snort and fluttering of breath. He leaned over her, eyes half-closed, striving to recover himself even as the bucket tipped and tilted, unstable, beneath his feet. That meant that it was down to Citag to hold and support him, an arm tight around his waist as a stray hair clung to her lips and she giggled, needs that she had never before known existed flaring up within her.

Soon. Very soon. She was sure of it. Citag shivered deliciously. She was ready for more.

Smiling down at her, Alpha blew her a kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.”

But to which of the ladies he said that to was another question indeed...