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Teaching the Stallion

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Nuidog

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Noir dozed with his head hanging, standing at the back of the large, roomy stable where there was no draught. The door, of course, was open as he was free to come and go as he pleased, a guest with the tribe of orc women, but that meant too that others could come to visit the black stallion, his legs thick with feather typical of his heavy breeding, as they wanted to also. And it was one such orc that paced lightly up to his stable, moving like a dancer rather than a warrior, her skin lightly greened but as if she had spent more time out in nature, providing the world with growth and sustenance, than out on any kind of battlefield.

The stallion woke with a start as she paused in the doorway, standing at a good six feet tall, tusks curling up from her lower jaw as she smiled at him, still somehow managing to appear threatening despite the gentleness in her eyes. Noir could not help but react as one of his kind was apt to, snorting warily and shooting back, though there was nowhere to go, his rational mind battling with many years of instinct, tail clamped anxiously down. There was no threat there, however, and he was quite safe, the day easing into the late afternoon, streaks of sunset slanting down the centre aisle of the wooden barn that he had chosen to house himself in there. It had only ever been meant to be temporary.

"Evening, honey," she murmured, winking at him, though her intentions were far from as eloquent as her tone. "Thought I'd stop by, see what's going on for a nice, big lad like you. Now... Got a little treat here for you, I have."

Her short hair stuck up as if she had been buffeted in the face by a particularly strong gust of wind, lending her a powerful air, adding to her height. Even then, Noir stepped back anxiously, tail swishing, wondering if all was well, but her soft hands on him, surprisingly gentle through the calluses to be found there, soon soothed his nerves away. The orcs had looked after him well and not even their little tusks could worry him anymore, seeing them as one of his own kind, like-minded souls that were as willing to teach as he was to learn.

And it was pleasure that was the order of the day as she wasted no time in slipping under his belly, a little tension easing from his muscles. With a heady snort, Noir tossed his head, cock slipping out from his thick, fleshy sheath as she took it boldly in hand, every orc in the tribe pretty much knowing what he liked in that regard. They'd all been fascinated by him and she was no different, even if the stallion could not quite remember her name at that moment. It did not matter as he knew her scent and whuffled softly, cock throbbing up thick and full and hard, medial ring pulsing, in her hands, right where it belonged.

Her hands knew just what to do as they mimicked the thrusts that a stallion may have given while breeding a randy female, pumping the full length of his cock and not leaving any span of it untouched. He was too thick around for just one hand but she did spare a moment to caress his heavy pony-nuts too, swinging so freely as Noir shifted his weight, grunting as his hindquarters rounded, wanting to thrust again even then. He couldn't round his hindquarters enough even as he flexed his hocks but he could still jerk his shaft, the muscles of his abdomen helping him slap it into her eagerly thrusting palms.

"Ohhh!" She cried out, eyes glinting with mischief as straw scuffed up under his hooves. "You are a feisty one!"

So he was or, at least, he was learning how to be. He groaned and bobbed his head but was too far gone as those wonderful hands caressed his cock over and over again, collecting his pre-cum for a little lubrication in a wet slurp of lewd fluids. The stallion tossed his head, striving to work out the tension from his body, but there was only one thing that would help him at all along with that, need rising and rising more and more quickly inside him, muscles bunched up with tension that would not help him along at all.

Nostrils flared, his cock drooled pre-cum, the orc slurping it keenly off her fingers, intent only on pleasing him, delivering the stallion into a new span of pleasure. He had so much to learn, another little gee to her kind, and there was so much to teach him, the fat length of horse-cock seeming to push out against her hands as he visibly and wantonly throbbed. Not even a young and proud stallion like Noir could hold back the onslaught of orgasm and his head was thrown back at the very moment before orgasm crashed over him, balls churning and aching, spilling a load that he had not even realised that he needed, so very badly, to spend.

Ropes of hot, virile cum flowed forth, each pulse of his devout shaft coming with a fresh wave of pleasure, such as that he could not deny it, let alone forgive it. The stallion's sides darkened further with sweat in curls of dampness but he was hardly aware of that at all as he tried to thrust and grind to the very best of his ability, tail flagged proudly in his little triumph, seed spent into the straw while her hand continued to work and work, a smirk on her tusked lips.

"Oh..."

She rose only when he was done, though not even Noir could have anticipated that she had more in mind for him still, nostrils flared and sides heaving for breath as she crooked her finger to lead him from the stall. And what they found there was someone that made his cock leap back to full, randy hardness all over again, a feral mare with a gleaming, white coat marking her as a cremello with pink points, the cleanness of her skin showing where the coat naturally thinned around her eyes and nose. If Noir's jaw could have dropped it most certainly would have in that moment, the stallion shifting his weight and flagging his tail, pinning it up so high that the velvety dock was exposed as the sleek fall of hair fell wantonly to the side.

"Do you want her, little stallion?" The orc smiled, teasing him even though Noir was far from little, bulky and hefty. "She's all ready for you, told me she wanted to meet a good stud. I'm just here to see you warmed up and ready, finally able to take a mare as you need to, lad. There's no sense in holding back when we have the perfect one for you right here, after all..."

He could not breathe, could not think, ears slipping back as he snorted, inhaling her scent without the tightness lining his body easing off in the slightest. Noir's lip curled back teasing through what she had to offer him even as she presented herself with a soft neigh, sides trembling with the sound, every part of her body connected. He could not have helped himself even if he'd wanted to hold back, cock twitching and jerking as he skittered and pranced, unsure quite of how to proceed even though her marehood was out and winking at him furtively, begging him to take her freely right there where she stood.

"Easy there..."

She knew just what to do, poised so that she had a perfect view of his throbbing shaft, mottled pink and grey splotches running down his full length. And there was a lot of that length too to be adored, her hands slipping, pumping, teasing lusciously with an air to completion.

"Come on, stud," she murmured encouragingly, patting the hindquarters of the cremello mare with a smile on her tusked face. "You can do it... It's about time a stallion like you had his first pussy, hey?"

It let her take part in voyeuristic delight too, Noir shaking his head and snorting, indecision crossing his features. Although his ears slanted back anxiously, there was really only one answer that he could give, shaking his mane off his neck, crest thick and round, need rising as his cock slapped up against his stomach.

He knew what to do, sort of, but it was a good thing that the orc was there to help him up and over the feral mare's back, one of his own kind that even nickered out her encouragement to him too. Her backside wiggled against him and Noir huffed hotly, cock jerking and twitching up against her winking marehood, aching for her until the very point that the orc was able to grasp him, helping out by placing the flat tip of his breeding pole up to her sex.

There was no going back from there as he thrust in, spreading her open and finally losing his virginity in that way too, though there seemed to be so very many cherries to pop in the intimacy of sex that he had lost count of those that had been taken and given to him already. Her pussy squeezed around him, a hot, tight tunnel that massaged his length as he ground deeper, and the stallion grunted thickly, ears wiggling even as he drove up even more deeply inside her.

It was heaven. The very, very best sort of heaven - and he'd had many heavens since coming to stay with the orcs. He did not hold back, letting his forelegs slip around her, scooting in his hindquarters, nobody minding that he was awkward and clunky for his first time. That was expected and they encouraged him on with soft groans and murmurs, hands guiding him to thrust even deeper, finding that there was even more of her passage that he could push into, pleasure spinning through his lust-addled brain like nothing else ever had before.

Her pussy grasped him better than a hand ever could have and he squeezed his own tail hole down reflexively, wanting something even then, though he could not put words to it. No, no words could break the barrier of his lips bar in equine fashion, thrashing his head and neck, grunting madly, cramming her full of every inch of horse-cock that he possibly could. It was all as he needed it to be, all that he'd ever wanted, heaving and gasping for breath, desire flaring up within him, searing through from the inside out.

He had to cum and she knew it too, her hind legs braced as she bore back against him. The mare may have climaxed too but Noir was too far gone in lust to realise, ramming her hard and fast, his thick length flaring up inside her, seeking out that peak of pleasure. And it was very much due to come too, a throbbing crescendo that had him screaming out with greater triumph than ever before, finally feeling that he had well and truly lost his virginity, ropes of thick cum flowing into her fertile passage.

The mare took it all like a pro too, her glistening coat slashed with red from the sunset, the day coming to a close while they stepped into a new chapter of their lives, together. All the while, Noir stayed up as close to her as possible, cock grinding and thrusting lightly, the tip so swollen inside her that he doubted, if only for a moment, that he could have pulled back, slumping down over her hind end as she murmured to him, words carried forth in their own language, soothing and commiserating with his tiredness after the deed was done.

The orc, however, was there to help them both, running her fingers through his mane as, without thinking, Noir leaned into her touch and huffed lightly.

"She'll be here whenever you want her, Noir," the orc said softly, allowing them to have their moment. "Gwyn has been looking for a partner for a while."

With the mare beneath him, sides trembling, the stallion could only bob his head tiredly, though his heart lifted for the joy of it, the joy of her.

Maybe, after all that had come to pass, it really was meant to be.