Short: Dragoness's Domination
The royal dragoness Alyndra finds herself in a sticky situation, mounted by the lustful warhorse Slate after wandering into his stables. Straight to the action. This is an edit of a very short story I wrote called Lethonith, because I wanted to post it to my FurAffinity and InkBunny but felt it was too short. I revisited it, roughly doubled its length, decided I didn't like her name, and threw on some polish. Formatting is probably altered, because SoFurry seems to disagree with my text editor, if you have any issues please select Drop Format on the right of the screen.
A thunderous roar shook the stables.
The enormous stallion pierced Alyndra with a single stroke, his drooling cockhead prising open her tight vent and driving deep inside. With a ruthless shove of his mighty haunches, he completely filled the young dragoness with bestial cock, huge testicles slamming viciously against her exposed clit. Alyndra cried out. Her back bowed inwards, muscular spasms rippling violently beneath her smooth amber scales as his charge forced the breath from her lungs. The horse took advantage of her momentary weakness, fiercely pounding his tip against her womb like a ram battering a gate, smearing it with surges of hot precum. His sharp teeth found her ear and clamped down, drawing an undignified squeal.
"G-get off, y-you unruly beast, g-get off me!" Alyndra's cheeks blushed an embarrassing scarlet-red as she breathlessly demanded the horse cease. Where were her servants? Where was the stablehand!? Her talons sunk uselessly into the hard soil beneath as she struggled to endure his weight. Slate wasn't just a horse; he was a warhorse, twice her mass and awfully mean-tempered. His dark chestnut flanks bulged with muscle, brawny rump swelling and contracting, powering every relentless strike of his searing shaft. Heavy hooves, hard as steel, tore the ground beneath him as he threw back his stout neck and whinnied, glossy mane billowing like thick black smoke. Steam blew from his flared nostrils with every panting breath.
Slate set a rapid pace, hindhooves digging deep furrows through the dirt and hay as he adjusted his bulk to cement his advantage, anchoring himself to the dragoness's back. The stallion pinned Alyndra, ravaged her, spoiling her noble vent with his massive cock. His mottled pink and black shaft flashed like lightning, pistoning into her helpless hole, greased with a thick layer of slick precum. She was tight, but he stretched her, moulded her to his length and shape. To Slate, the noble dragoness was nothing but a hole. A sleeve.
Musky sweat dripped from his hanging balls as each furious shove of his hips clapped the orbs against her scales. "P-please!" The dragoness howled, throwing her head back as his engorged flare gave her womb a sloppy precum kiss. It was so fat. So thick! The broad edge tugged her tight passage, stretching her around him and sending spasms through her thighs! Her humiliation was indescribable, a draconic princess begging a mere animal to dismount her! To stop fucking her! "Release me a- at once!"
He replied by surging forwards, his forehooves grinding against her leaf-shaped scales. Alyndra screamed as her forelegs buckled, sending her tumbling down to the earthen floor, fine gold and silver jewellery jingling around her. Her chin nearly slammed into the ground, elegant silks now stained with soil and musk as the horse bore his belly atop her back and hilted himself, again and again. "T-take it out!" Alyndra wailed. This had to stop! She wrestled against Slate's weight, pressing her wobbling forelegs against the dirt and pushing. Slowly, Alyndra managed to lift herself back up, constantly straining, barely able to stand, let alone break free. She couldn't even speak, only whimper and moan, clenching her mouth shut to try and stem the humiliating sounds.
Alyndra's jaw trembled as his colossal cock throbbed inside her clenching cunt, whole length twitching from flared tip to meaty base. A hopeless groan rose from her throat, claws digging deeper into the floor of the stable, struggling to keep her aloft. "N-not inside." She moaned defeatedly as the first pulse passed through his beastly girth. Her quivering walls squeezed tight around him, instinctively gripping_, milking_ the very thing that would force her to carry his foals. Alyndra's golden eyes rolled back as the first torrent of virile seed surged through his buried cockhead and licked against her fertile womb.
The dragoness choked on her own breath, toes curling against the ground. It was hot_, searing hot_. She felt every slimy drop, running against her sensitive flesh, streaming through her insides. The underbelly of his shaft pulsed continuously, flare flexing in rhythm with every bubbling jet pumped into her trembling pussy. His glistening black ballsack churned against her scales, wrapped in a sweltering cloud of steaming musk. The heavy orbs lifted and contracted, feeding his powerful climax, bestial cum showering her fertile clutch. Animal spunk washed around Alyndra's royal eggs, the fat flare of a mere beast forcing her sacred chamber into a sticky kiss over and over, wickedly seeding her with his bastard offspring! Horses! The princess would mother horses!
Alyndra moaned in hypocritical bliss. Euphoric stars danced before her dizzy eyes, blurring the stables around her until she could barely see. Her ears were ringing, her throat was hoarse, and the only clear sensation she could feel was the stallion's cock, palpitating in rhythm with his mighty heart. Shameful warmth blossomed in her core. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, quivering legs struggling to support her own weight, let alone the rutting warhorse mounted atop her. Why did it feel so good? Her vent squelched around his wide base, squeezing out gluey drools of cum that ran steaming down her scales. For every splash her quivering cunt pushed outside, he pumped in twice as much, until her womb began to swell with seed.
Why couldn't she fight back? Alyndra Faramirais Kah'vistar was a fully blooded royal dragoness, a princess, _young but immensely powerful! Why had this paralysing _pleasure _struck her body as Slate cruelly claimed her offspring with the blood of a mere _animal?! "M-my eggs." Alyndra groaned quietly. "Y-You took them." The stallion ignored her, glistening black sack finally falling slack as the last jet of cum passed through his rock-hard meat. Alyndra's noble eggs were swimming in his thick spunk, all but guaranteeing successful breeding.
Slate yanked his monstrous shaft backwards with a loud squelch, drawing a whimper from Alyndra as his broad flare almost scraped her smooth tunnel clean. Her slippery walls stretched as he pulled, clamped so tight around him that his exit drew a loud wet pop. Any harder, and Alyndra was sure he'd have turned her ruined pussy inside-out. Slimy strings of pearlescent seed dangled from his swinging erection while a cascade of fresh spunk oozed from her gaping folds, staining her dirty amber scales with sticky white streams.
Alyndra's forelegs gave out once more and her front collapsed into the dirt, though her hindlegs stayed up and trembling. Tail lifted, bred pussy bared, sharp squirts of fertile fluids jetted from her hole as every orgasmic clench pushed another drool of virile equine sperm to trickle down her scales. No matter how much her pussy rippled and squeezed, there was no ridding her womb of the pool pumped deep inside her innermost sanctum, sloshing against her eggs with each quiver that rushed down her spine. This time, the dragoness did not try to get up. Alyndra was defeated.
Slate watched with mild curiosity as the gasping dragoness finally fell to her belly, the ecstatic throes of climax echoing through her muscles, jerking her tail and sending her legs into convulsions. He admired his brutal handiwork, the copious river of cum flowing from her ravaged hole, and snorted with satisfaction. From the moment Alyndra had absentmindedly wandered into his stables, he had known she was the mare for him. He had wandered over to greet her and, when he saw a lapse in her attention, mounting her had just been instinct.
The thunk of heavy hooves roused Alyndra from her stupor. Her muzzle lifted just in time to catch a gooey streak of warm horse cum as it fell from his dribbling cockhead, painting a thick splatter across her sensitive nose. The raw scent strengthened the tingle in her nethers, the soft walls of her stretched vent still clenching against a phantom girth, unable to relax. He had beaten her pussy like soft clay, moulded it to his shape. No matter how long this noble dragoness lived, she would never forget his cock. The animal that claimed her. Dominated her. Slate's enormous dick still stood at full mast, slapping impatiently across his belly, casting a shadow over Alyndra's face. His huge balls swung above her head, the intoxicating musk of a stallion rolling down their leathery skin in warm droplets that fell across the dragoness's brow like pungent rain. Every inhalation drowned her senses as she stared up at his twitching erection.
Slate's loud and insistent _whinny almost startled her, forehooves impatiently raking the dirt. The horse swung his cock in front of Alyndra's face, bringing her eye to eye with his expectant tip. The beastly stallion might've just ransacked her noble eggs to father his foals, but he wasn't finished with his magnificent little mare _just yet; _she still had to thank him for the _honour.