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Stallion's Seduction by the Orc Futa

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Nuidog

Noir should have known better but, alas, he was not experienced enough to know better, despite being a fully-grown feral stallion. The orc had seemed so kind even with that little tusk poking out of her mouth, her purple eyes seeming to glitter, which was strange enough as it was, her green skin something foreign to him. He'd only ever seen humans and anthros before and, well, he could not deny that it had interested him.

And, so, his black, feathered legs with that single white sock had traipsed into the wooden barn, bypassing the houses that were set up in the encampment, although Evian described the group of orcs as a tribe rather than an encampment, as temporary as their accommodation seemed to be on first glance. No one gave him a second look for, to them, he was just another horse and horses were an important part of both their warfare and agriculture, though he would not be part of either.

"I'll take good care of you, little gee," she murmured, though Evian's tone was a little raspier than comforting, despite how she intended it. "You wait and see, little gee."

He didn't know what a 'gee' was but he didn't have to know. Maybe it was something in her language or something else entirely but it made his chest soften, loosen, even as she led him into a comfortable stall bedded down completely with what seemed to be leaves and branches from local trees, dry and ready to rest on. But Evian had no intention of letting the sweet stallion stud that she'd found rest at quite that time as she took his muzzle in her hands, studying him for a moment, though the shiver that ran through Noir told her all that she needed to know. He didn't need to be experienced to show, at least, that he was ready and wanting in more ways than one. Evian smiled, though her tusk left it looking rather one-sided. He would be perfect for her, despite his inexperience. She liked bringing the young 'uns on, after all.

The kiss came as a surprise to Noir, though he didn't have much of a chance to enjoy it even as his lips parted, welcoming her tongue in. She plundered his mouth, hungrily deepening the kiss, but there was something more to the orc that he had before known rising in the front of her cloth leggings. Before his eyes, she stripped them off, leaving her bare from chest to ankles, bar her boots and war-chains, revealing a hard length of cock that throbbed up thicker and fuller than even his own shaft!

There was only one way that that was going to go but she murmured soothingly to him as he pawed and rolled his eyes, body responding too quickly to the scent of her, the stallion in him wanting more, wanting to do what instinct bid him. But Evian was there to comfort him, whispering in her own language, sliding her hands around the barrel of his stomach even as his cock pushed hastily from his sheath in response to her manipulation.

"There now..." She breathed in a manner that he could understand. "All will come, little gee, it's quite alright now..."

Noir huffed, nostrils flaring, tail twitching in a remnant of tension, but it felt right to trust her and, truly, there was nothing aggressive in the lines of her body, the language of it telling him that she would not hurt him. That sort of thing was important to feral horses, even intelligent ones like him that knew one language, at least, and he leaned heavily into it, whickering and bobbing his head. Her hand brushed his cock and he was lost to the feel of her, nicking and leaning in, his shaft firming up in her hand.

The motherly orc knew how to take care of him too and did that sweetly, kindly, letting him know that he was looked after, though perhaps not in a traditional way. That was alright as she coaxed the shyness from him, the softness of his wiggling lips teasing around to brush her back as she knelt under him, simply because it was more comfortable for her. His shaft throbbed up into both of her hands and Evian chuckled as she masturbated his length, her own cock pulsing, pre-cum hanging in a huge, bubbling dollop at the very tip of her length. It dangled there but it was not her concern at that moment with a fat length of horse-meat in her hands, flesh sliding back and forth as her palms teased up over the medial ring.

His balls did not go without her attention too but, alas, time was too short for her to pay those devout orbs the attention that hey so terribly needed. Time was needed for nuts that big but Noir hardly cared as he jigged a back hoof, tail flicking, needing more. Her hands on his cock, sliding back and forth, pumping him to softly rising completion, were all that he needed, the tantalising bliss of climax nearly within his equine reach.

Stretching out his neck, his skin heated up, coat curling into damp cow-licks of sweat. One could have said that he was blushed but it had to emanate from him somewhere, heat rising, throbbing through his body with the twitch and pulse of his cock. His hard length throbbed in her hands but the orc was not about to give up on him so swiftly as he tried to contain his pleasure, shyly twisting, though not even Noir could find the strength in himself to draw back when she did such wonderful things to him.

No... He huffed hotly, rolling his head with the whites of his eyes, although he could not have said that he was scared of her, no. He just needed something that she had to offer, though her turgid length offered something too, his lip curling back to sift through the scent of her gathering pre-cum, the string and teasing drop (growing by the second) flooding the air with a musky, wicked aroma that had him leaning in. But he couldn't get to it as much as he twisted his head back around his body, his neck offering the most flexibility but, alas, not the barrel of his body. He had to whicker and stomp as she murmured to him, smoothing her hands quicker and quicker down his cock, driving him all the way up to a high of ecstasy that had him squealing before he even realised what was happening.

So hot! He whinnied shrilly and twisted back and forth, barely able to contain himself as he tried to stomp, tail lashing the air against an unseen army of flies. His balls ached, spilling his load, but it was a lurch of semen that was destined to be spent into the straw as it was left wasted, the stallion grunting and huffing, trembling all over as his body was wracked with passion.

"Easy, little gee..." Evian cooed, the sound seeming foreign coming from her lips, however soft they were, behind that tusk. "It's okay, it's all okay..."

And it was, at least with Evian there to look after him. The orc was the mother that he had lost, moved away from - that was just the way it was with creatures of his kind. The herd had encouraged him on to seek out his own life and he had found no kind touches within the bachelor herd in the motherly fashion that he had so craved. But her hand coaxed every last drop of cum that he had to give from his pulsing shaft, the head flaring out into that typical, mushroom tip, fat and bulbous and desperate to spend everything in his nuts.

Yet there was a gentler time to come for him and Evian brushed her hand lovingly down his neck as she led him from the barn, in a bit of a daze, to what seemed to be a communal bathing pool on the edge of the pine forest. A dam had been built so that the water pooled right where they needed, stone placed on the edge so that the orcs had a place to sit and rest, bathing and washing themselves with products of the natural world that would go back into the stream and earth itself. It was a more natural way of it than those who worked with oil and coarser materials in the rougher cities and Noir murmured his appreciation to her as she wetted down his coat, her nudity already rendering her quite at ease in such a place.

Cleaning him softly in the public bathing pools, she swept water up and over his cock in particular, though she had no real need to clean a part of a stallion that was, by its nature, self-cleaning. It was just something more enjoyable for her to do, letting the water soak into his sleek, black coat, a little thicker with the chill of winter soon incoming on the air. But he would not be cold at all with her there to keep him warm, Evian wickedly licking her lips and letting Noir see the cock that she had for him.

"You're interested, little gee," she breathed, testing the waters ever so gently. "How about a little more for you, hm?"

It was a suggestion but one that he leaned into very keenly, backing up under her direction to a part of the pool where a ledge of rock jutted out below the surface. It was not much higher than the actual base of the pool but it allowed Evian to more easily put herself in a position where her hips were the same height as his hindquarters, thumbing his tail lightly to the side, that velvety dock quivering, as his pucker clenched and twitched. There was only one thing left for her to do before the eve took her and the tiredness had to be swept from her bones in the realm of sleep. Evian grinned lightly.

Noir knew what was coming but her murmurs and whispers were what coaxed him through it, wanting to experience something more. The audience did not matter, though he did not look at them, moaning and grunting, rocking back as her cock teased him open. The other orcs did not seem to care about what was going on, which was just fine by him, leaving Noir open to revelling in every last little sensation, the confusing feel of his tail hole being stretched open in such a way for the very first time.

Good or bad? It was neither or, confusingly so, he could not quite put his hoof on it. It was alright though as it was just one time to relax into, breathing heavily, flanks shuddering. Evian took care of him, letting him adjust to the length of her cock before she thrust, inch after inch stretching him out, the rounded, smooth tip perfectly suited to such sensual penetration. And Noir could not have wished for a better or easier first time, in hindsight, though it was something that he would only come to understand the importance of afterwards, which was okay too. He just wanted to see what was out there for him, in particular with the sweet, motherly orc that spoke so gently and kindly to him.

Relaxing into it, he let her pound him, eventually blushing hard and murmuring for more, wanting to see just how it felt, his tail thrashing, pushed up against her chest as it flicked. There was too much going on and he climaxed before he knew it, another orgasm thrust upon him as his muscles tightened, a line running down the side of his flank as if he was taken winded.

His cum splattered into the water and Evian bellowed, her lust echoing around the clearing of the pool as heads turned, but neither of them hard it in themselves to care as his seed messily splattered forth. The most Noir knew of her climax was her hands smoothing softly over and over again, caressing his hide, all of him that she could reach, and the hot wetness of her spunk filling his passage.

"Little gee..."

Groaning, he twisted his head, hanging it low over the surface of the water, ripples lapping at his legs, trying to release the kinks, the tension that had built there. Yet his tail hole would not stop clenching down around that thick length and it was all he could do to stay upright, swaying and grunting with the sheer effort of that alone. His first anal penetration may have come to a close but little did Noir know that his time with the futa orcs, however, was far from over.

Evian, after all, had more to show her sweet stallion yet.