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Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

28thMarch, 2023

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Angelica couldn't hide the blush that rippled through her, her ears feeling like they'd just burn to ashes, as she swallowed and tried to regain control over her senses. Timidly, she reached out and laid a quivering paw on Snicker's shoulder. He twitched slightly, her own emotions firing his, before he looked around and down at her.

"Mistress, Angelica, are you sure you are alright?"

Angelica laughed nervously, before she smiled and patted his shoulder. "I'll be fine - just, a shock, really. Come, please?"

He frowned, dropping his head to look at the carpet, then at her. "Mistress! I know I'm meant to obey and... There -are - limits - to what I can do..."

Angelica's paws flashed to her cheeks, as she squealed and blushed worse. "Oh...no, no...no... I meant, oh...I meant for you to follow, please?"

Snickers nodded, obediently following Angelica out of the living room and onto the back patio. Her light hooves clicking on the concrete, his much heavier ones making loud clops. Outside, Angelica showed him the extensive surroundings.

"Over there is the stable, water trough and..." Angelica murmured, gesturing with one paw, whilst she walked.

Snickers followed, looking at everything, assimilating it all and remaining completely devoted to his new owner. At last, two hours later, Angelica rolled her shoulders and sat herself down on the immaculate lawn. Snickers followed, folding his legs beneath him.

"I guess, I'll have to finally confront the elephant in the room - " Angelica nickered quietly, idly stroking Snicker's muzzle.

Looking around, the Thoroughbred snorted, then frowned. "Mistress? I see nor sense a Pachyderm within..."

Angelica giggled, then moved herself over, to lay back against Snicker's broad belly, idly tracing her fingers up and down. He nuzzled her affectionately and gently, his own happiness in this most simple of moments.

"I didn't mean, literally - " Angelica smiled and cupped his chin with one paw, the other sliding down and gently stroking his leathery sheath - before two fingers slipped inside and curled around the girthy penile head. He flicked an ear and quivered almost imperceptibly, his self control remarkably strong.

"I meant..." Angelica smiled, as she gently coaxed his penis out of the sheath, her fingers getting a better hold, as she gently squeezed and caressed. "This..."

"My...penis? What about it, mistress? You are fully aware, I am fully cognisant in sexual gratification of a mistress or a master, as per ..."

Angelica blushed and gently placed her other paw on his lips. "Shhh, please, not so loud!"

"My apologies." He whispered back, ears slightly crestfallen. "I have many ways to pleasure you mistress, should you wish such..."

Angelica felt his penis twitch in her paw, remaining semi-flaccid, but not as soft as it was. Her fingers walked down to the medial ring, then slid back up - her blunt hooflets slipping over it and eliciting a quiet whiffing through is nostrils.

"Do you enjoy that, Snickers?" Angelica asked him.

"My owners pleasure, should surpass my own - " Snickers replied simply.

"That's not what I asked my love," Angelica told him, as she continued to tenderly stroke him, feeling his rising arousal. "I asked if it...pleased you, for me to caress you so."

He quivered again, then his full tumescence forced his length to slap down on her thighs. Angelica squealed and giggled like a filly, laying her forearm from wrist to elbow against it to compare.

"You're...oh my..."

"Mistress? Are you alright?"

"Just...lay easy love, let me...please?"

"You have no need of fear mistress, I will be as compliant as you wish me to be."

Angelica lay, gently stroking and feeling the almost rock hard equine shaft, tracing around the penile head down to the sheath and back again. He quivered - he couldn't help it, but remained as still as he could possibly manage.

"You're definitely...bigger up close - "

Angelica whispered to herself, carefully lifting it and feeling the throbbing length, the blood through the veins and the heft and girth. A warmth began to spread in her loins and she blushed and glanced away, embarrassed.

"Mistress, I smell your arousal - yet I am..."

Of course he can, his sensitive sense of smell was already amazing, but they're...something is done to them, to make them incredibly sensitive to their owners scents - especially the ones I'm...

Snickers quivered again, as Angelica gently slipped from against him and stood up.

"Up, please!" Angelica told him, lightly touching his shoulder.

Obediently, he got to all four hooves, then shook himself and stood there - penis gently bobbing up and down. Angelica squirmed, then quickly shed her increasingly damn panties and kicked them aside. Snickers watched with interest, then twitched as Angelica lifted her skirt.

"Snickers?"

"Yes, mistress?"

"Down please..." Angelica told him, gently placing her palm on his nose.

He frowned for a second, before he realised what she wanted and obediently knelt down. His nose rubbed against her breasts and Angelica moaned softly, nearly reaching orgasm as his hot breath washed over them.

"No...not yet..." angelica gasped.

"Mistress?"

"Sorry...you're...oh gods, umm... your...you wouldn't mind...I mean..."

His confusion evident in his dark eyes, Angelica flushed with embarrassment and gently pushed his forehead down. Draping her skirt over his muzzle, she pressed her trembling labial folds against his nostrils. Snickers blinked, then his ears pricked forwards and he blew a gentle puff through both nostrils - then Angelica's mind vanished in a split second...

Snickers' broad tongue curled, twisted and delved into Angelica's labia - and she swore - he could have licked her very womb, with that amazingly dexterous tongue of his.

"Urgh..." Angelica gurgled, her knees turning to water as she collapsed, then Snickers nickered and gently bunted her, pushing her over onto her back.

"Easy..." Angelica wheezed.

He looked down into her eyes, then snorted again, his expression painfully obvious, he intended to be extremely easy with his small, much more fragile mistress.

Snickers lapped at Angelica's labia, soaking it with his saliva, as he swept his head from side to side, alternating puffs of air through each nostril and sending the mare's mind into the stratosphere. He'd follow it up, his broad tongue sliding inside her vulva - curling and twisting as it washed her walls clean - before probing even deeper. At the extent, he curled the tip up into a U shape, then dragged it back out of her - his tongue flicking her clitoris faster than any human or anthro ever had.

Angelica's ears were flat, her muzzle open and tongue lolling, as she writhed helplessly on the grass, brought to the edge of release again and again by this amazingly gifted stallion. He smiled, pleasuring her, in turn, brought him immense satisfaction and pleasure of itself.

For two hours - Angelica squealed, whinnied and even arched her hips up off the ground - before Snickers pulled his tongue free and ever so gently - used his broad lips to tug at the mare's clitoris...and send her screaming over the edge of orgasmic pleasure.

Her vulva muscles spasmed, uterine walls quivered and vaginal walls crushed down as a rush of sticky fluids spurted from within her and splattered on the grass. Snickers snorted, getting some up his nose, before he pressed his forehead against her lower belly and pushed her down, holding her there until her orgasm finally ran its course.

Her pheromones and sexual scent burned from his nostrils to his brain, the urges his primitive mind flooded him with, were easily and quickly held at bay by the conditioning and imprinting he'd received. He could smell the mare's receptiveness, her _urge_for him to hilt himself inside her, fill her to overflowing with his seed - yet he could not, not without his beloved mistresses explicit command.

Most would be driven mad by the urge to consummate, to claim stallion inside mare - but his mind suppressed these fleeting thoughts, filling him with a sense of satisfaction and exstacy, knowing he'd truly done his duty in pleasing his beloved owner.

In this, he was content...

TO BE CONTINUED...