Equine Roulette
This is based off of one of the first adult stories I ever wrote. Hope you enjoy! Please rate/comment! ^^
It wasn't unusual for Ella to wake up somewhere without knowing how or why she had arrived. These were normal circumstances for one of Master's mares and though she was new to the Herd, Ella had been here long enough to have grown accustomed to falling asleep in the barn with her Herd-sisters and waking up somewhere else. It especially happened when she was in heat like she was now. That was when Master liked to play with his mares the most.
As she gradually became aware of her surroundings, she noticed that she was in a large room lit by a single bulb suspended from the ceiling. She had been positioned on her knees with her body bent over a long low bench, and she was fastened there securely with rope. The floor was littered with fresh straw that lent a warm, comforting smell to the space.
To one side of her in the dim light, she could make out a broad mirror that reflected her dark body in its entirety. Ella was a beautiful black anthro mare with a stripe of white down her noze. She was shapely and strong with a dainty head and long limbs, and her mane and tail had been allowed to grow out for some months now.
Once Ella had blinked her eyes open and raised her head to look around, she heard Master's familiar deep voice chuckle from the shadows just beyond the single lamp's pale glow.
"Good morning, Ella," he rumbled as he stepped forward to lay a hand on her dark mane. "How are you feeling today?"
She knew better than to look into his face. She had never been allowed to see his face and neither had any of her Herd-sisters. None of them were even sure what species he was except that he was a predator, some speculated feline. She kept her eyes respectfully averted and couldn't help a thrill of delight at his touch and evidently generous mood.
"Fine, sir," she replied.
"Good. I noticed you are in breeding condition."
The ever-present ache and heat emanating from beneath her tail was very apparent to her, and the strong scent of estrus made it impossible to ignore.
"Yes, sir."
Master withdrew his paw-hand and circled around behind her. Ella soon felt his fingers glide up beneath her tail and press against the eager opening of her slit, and she instinctively flagged her tail to accommodate him. This was not unusual either, this toying. Master did not need to warn nor ask for permission, for her body was his to do with as he saw fit.
He massaged her folds until they were slick with her desire, and then he paused to squeeze lubricant onto his fingers before pushing them into her entrance, making her passageway even more slippery. Ella's breath caught at the contact and her cunny flexed and pulsed around his invading digits longingly.
"You have been a good mare, Ella," Master murmured in her ear, "and so today I am going to reward you by breeding you. I am sure you will produce a fine foal. But you are such a beautiful and obedient mare, I had difficulty choosing which stud to pair with you. I have decided to breed you with three of my best stallions."
Her head was swimming with the pleasure of his well-practiced fingers working her from within and she barely heard what he said, but then Master pulled away and his words began to sink in. By the time she realized what was going on, Ella heard him slide the bolt of a door and heard the low creak of hinges turning, then the soft thud-thud of hooves in straw. In the mirror, she could see a white pony eagerly walk up behind her, and she felt his velveteen nose and hot breath as he pressed his face against her flank and scented her.
"Since this is your first time taking a feral horse," said Master from the shadows, "I will start you off with the smallest."
Ella did not protest, though her heart was thudding audibly in her chest. Being bred by one of Master's stallions was a high honor in the Herd, but of course she had never been bred. It was kind of Master to begin her with the smallest of the three, but judging by the fast-dropping length beneath the pony's belly, this meant his successors would be far larger than anything Ella had ever taken before.
The pony stood sniffing her for several more seconds as his erection grew. His nose started off at her flank and then touched against her folds, and Ella raised her tail for him as she had been trained to do. She felt his tongue fleetingly rasp against her, tasting her estrus and causing her to shiver from the touch. A glance at the mirror showed her that the pony's cock was now fully erect and, despite his diminutive stature, rather large. As the small stallion snuffled and licked at her slit, his length flexed and bounced against his belly in an eager display.
Despite herself, Ella let out a soft sound of fear. A part of her was aching to be filled by the pony's impressive cock, while the other part of her quailed at the sight of his length and girth. Would he fit? Would it hurt?
Master was at her head and his hand in her mane, forcing her to look forward. At this height and angle, she could see only his cream-furred sheath, for he was naked as he usually was during play-time with his mares. She noted a pink tip protruding from the soft fur that hid his own cock, and she could smell his familiar, comforting muskiness.
"Relax," Master commanded.
"Yes, sir," Ella acknowledged meekly.
No sooner had this exchange ended when the pony reared and threw his forelimbs around her hips. Ella gasped as she felt his weight fall atop her back and his hot breath blasting against her shoulder and neck. Inevitably she felt something broad and blunt slap against her abdomen just between her thighs, then it was pressing against her left flank and then her haunch, and then right up beneath her tail. She let out a little groan of surprise and clenched immediately to prevent the pony from plunging into her tailhole, and then she flinched as his dull teeth caught her by the shoulder.
As he drew back for another questing nudge, the pony's cock slipped further down and caught against her folds, and when his hips rocked forward again, Ella gasped as she felt her body give just slightly, welcoming him, and she lifted her tail further as encouragement. Grunting and nickering his enthusiasm, the stallion lunged, slamming half his length inside her lust-slickened cunny with one thrust, forcing a squeal of mixed pleasure and shock from her throat.
The pony gave Ella no time to adjust to the thick rod of flesh now violating her. With another hard buck of his hips, he rammed himself in to the medial ring near the base of his cock, and she felt the broad head of it come up against her cervix. The stallion drew back only to plunge himself in again and again in huge, powerful strokes, causing Ella to gasp and moan at each thrust. Whatever pain she felt was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling this stallion breed her. She soon found herself clenching and flexing in time with his rhythmic pounding, and each new lurch of his hips sparked a growing need inside of her.
Master kept his hand clasped within her mane so she could not look at the stallion now fucking her, but from the corner of her eye she could see reflected in the mirror the pale shape of the pony servicing her. As his climax built, he began using his forelimbs to add more power to his long, powerful thrusts, and Ella felt a hot sticky string of saliva dribble onto her shoulder. Watching herself being bred only increased Ella's enjoyment of the moment, and her cries of pleasure became louder.
Just as she was beginning to feel like she would burst, the pony slammed forward harder than before, once, twice, three times. Each time she could feel his cock stretch and flex, pounding against her cervix, and on the third thrust she felt the first of several jets of cum flood into her thirsty and fertile womb. The stallion's cock throbbed as it sent wave after wave of seed spurting into her, filling her to her limit and beyond, and she pushed herself back onto his length as much as she could in an attempt to take his cum as deep as possible. After what seemed like an age, his cock began to soften despite Ella's desperate attempts to hold him inside of her for longer, and finally with a wet splurt he popped out of her slit and slid off of her back, leaving her wanting and dripping from the excess of cum he had deposited inside of her.
Master released her head and left her alone to catch her breath while he led the pony out. Ella lay upon the bench without complaint, reveling in the warmth swimming in her belly and yet aching at how empty she felt. Without the pony's weight on her back and pulsing warm cock pounding her cunt, she felt naked and cold, and because she had not yet come herself, she ached for release. Of course, her pleasure was of no consequence, but she couldn't help feeling relieved and happy that there were still two other stallions left to breed.
Ella was torn out of her glow by the sound of more hoofbeats behind her coming up fast, and this time she saw a full-sized thoroughbred stallion appear in the mirror. He was chestnut in color and already fully erect by the time he bumped his nose against her haunch; he must have been aroused by the sounds and smells of her earlier breeding. She noticed with alarm that his cock was much bigger than the other stallion's, and the way he pranced and tossed his head and whinnied his delight at what he saw and smelled made her uneasy. Compared to the docile pony of before, this spirited thoroughbred was terrifying in both size and energy - and he was giving her no time to adjust to his presence. Without warning or any semblance of foreplay, he reared and grasped her neck hard in his teeth.
When she felt his weight and forelimbs on her body, Ella began to panic. Despite her training and her heat, she fought against her bindings and neighed in terror. She wasn't ready for him, but that didn't stop the thoroughbred. Entirely unfazed by her futile struggles, the head of his enormous cock slapped against her rump and belly, seeking its target. She tried to keep her tail lowered, but the more she resisted, the harder the stallion bit down. Master was soon at her head again, gripping her by the muzzle to hold her head steady.
"Hush," he growled in the tone she knew better than to question. "Lay still."
Ella swallowed hard, and with some effort she went still. The thoroughbred's teeth clamped down hard, demanding, and slowly and obediently she flagged her tail for him. The stallion did not need more of an invitation; with a few more deft prods he found his target and forced himself inside with a grunt and a thrust so powerful that Ella felt her entire body slammed against the bench.
Compared to the pony, this stallion was not at all gentle. His teeth were harsh and savage against her neck and his thrusts were brutally powerful, each one rending a cry from Ella and pushing her body roughly against the bench. His cock was much larger than the pony's and stretched her to what felt like her limit. He was already pounding against her cervix, and with each new lunge he tried to force more of his length into her.
As with the pony, however, Ella found that she was soon enjoying being mated by the feral horse. Despite her reservations about his size, she discovered that she was bracing herself against the bench and pushing back into his thrusts, wanting him deeper. She didn't think he would be able to fit more, but as his climax mounted and his pounding grew stronger, she felt her cervix begin to relax. It felt incredible to have the broad head of his cock pushing further and deeper into her body, and finally with one hard lunge, he rammed himself in to the hilt and Ella brayed her shock and pleasure. Her body clamped down around him hard as he roughly slammed into her three times, and then his cock began to spasm and pulse as the head flared and he shot his hot, slick seed into her belly.
Trembling and neighing her pleasure, Ella flexed and rocked as much as she could manage in the ropes, desperately trying to milk the stallion dry. His cum mixed with that of the pony's, leaving her feeling warm and full, even as his cock began to wilt and withdraw. It caught for a moment on her cervix as it slid back and she gasped, but with a gentle tug the thoroughbred came free and slid off of her with a snort, snuffling at the stream of cum that oozed from her well-used cunt.
Master released her head and again withdrew to lead the stallion off, and Ella lay in a daze, clenching her cunny closed in an effort to keep as much of the stallions' seed in as she could. She still felt a sense of urgency to breed again, as though two savage fuckings were not enough, and she thrilled to hear the heavy hoofbeats of her third suitor not long after. When she glanced in the mirror, however, her eyes went wide.
Standing behind her with his nose lowered to whiff at her dribbling cunt was a gigantic draft horse, dun in color, already sporting a monstrous erection beneath his belly. His long, dark cock was beautiful but as thick as Master's arm and longer than the thoroughbred's, and his well-muscled body promised even greater driving power. He would surely break her into pieces if he tried to breed her.
Ella gulped. "M-Master?"
Master was at her head again, brushing his hand through her mane reassuringly.
"You will be fine, Ella."
A warm, wet tongue flitted across her folds, causing her to gasp and squirm. The previous two stallions had left her on the edge of climax, and now she was so sensitive that the slightest touch sent electric pleasure arching through her body. Despite herself, she flagged her tail for the monster stallion, and he didn't tarry long. With a loud whicker, he rose up and dropped his weight upon her back, and she felt that gargantuan cock press firmly against her thigh. This stallion seemed more experienced than the others, however, in that he found her cunt on the second prod - but Ella clenched tightly, trying to prevent him from entering her. A part of her begged for him to be inside of her, but the other part of her was terrified that he would split her in two. Surely he was too big.
But the stallion was stronger than she was, and with one push he buried the head of his cock inside. The slickness left behind from the other two stallions aided his passage, but Ella's resistance made it difficult for him to get in much further, and she cried out in pain. He was enormous, and she was stretched painfully wide.
It didn't take Master long to realize what was happening, and he gripped her mane tightly.
"Relax," he demanded. "Let him take you. The more you tense, the more it will hurt."
"H-he's too big!" she protested, squealing as the draft stallion thrust against her and sunk another inch into her aching cunny.
"Relax!"
Master's voice was harsh, and Ella knew she had crossed a line. She had to trust Master, she had to trust that he knew what he was doing and what she could handle. With a whimper, she lowered her chin onto the bench and took a deep breath to make herself relax. As soon as he felt the soft body beneath him begin to give way, the draft horse lunged with renewed vigor, and Ella's breath was stolen away as he slammed against her cervix, causing her to cry out in fear and pain.
As he began his deep, powerful rutting, Ella found herself giving in to her more primal instincts sparked by this feral beast fucking her. His cock ground against places within her that caused jolts of pleasure to snap through her body, but that was incidental and a product of his size and shape, which was perfectly suited for her passage. His goal wasn't her pleasure; his goal was to flood her with his seed, knowing she was ripe for his foal.
And her body wanted it. With each powerful slam of his hips, Ella's cries of fear and pain became squeals and moans of pleasure, and she began to push back against him as much as she could. She focused on relaxing her cervix, wanting and begging for the stallion to take her entirely and fill her and claim her as the thoroughbred had done. Instead of fear over whether or not he would fit, she felt hunger to have all of him inside her greedy womb.
As the stallion relentlessly bred her, Ella felt Master lift her head, and she opened her eyes to see his erect cock right in front of her nose. She knew immediately what to do and opened her mouth for him. Without a word, he savagely plunged himself into her maw to the hilt, and he took hold of either side of her face for leverage as he began to muzzle-fuck her.
This was not the first time Ella had been forced to pleasure Master, and she had long ago discovered that she loved it. His cock had barbs at the tip that tickled the roof of her mouth and tongue while the rest of the smooth, hard length soothed her. She expertly swirled her tongue along it as Master grunted his approval. His thrusts came faster and shorter than the stallion fucking her other end, but his goal was just the same: not Ella's pleasure but filling her with his seed. She moaned as he used her mouth for his own pleasure, reveling in the fact that he owned her.
One enormous lurch from the draft horse pushed him past her cervix, and Ella nearly choked as she tried to neigh her pleasure around the mouthful of Master's cock. The stallion was in to the hilt, filling her more completely than the thoroughbred and stretching her to her utmost limit. He was fucking her harder now, using his forelimbs to pull and his hips to push, teeth nipping at her neck as he would any mare. She spread her legs wider for him and let out a soft gasp as his cock pounded against the back of her womb.
The rhythmic fucking from both ends was too much pleasure for Ella to take, and she emitted a muffled scream as her body began to spasm and rock in the throes of her climax. Master's grip on her head tightened to hold her face still as he continued to ravage her muzzle harder and faster. The stallion's hot breath against her neck came in shorter, stronger bursts as her body's undulations milked his monstrous cock, and finally he slammed into her hard a few final times, pounding her against the bench. His final thrusts and the pulsing and flexing of his length caused new and more intense waves of pleasure to break Ella into a second orgasm immediately after the first, racking her body with so much ecstasy that she thought she would pass out. The draft stallion sent what felt like gallons of cum gushing into her already flooded womb until she was sure her belly was stretched with his seed, and the flaring of his cock's head lodged him firmly inside of her for the entirety of his orgasm. The stallion gripped her hips hard in his forelegs as he leaned forward, keeping himself pressed into her with all his weight as he waited for his shaft to soften.
Ella felt Master's grip tighten on her face as his thrusts became faster and shorter, until finally he grabbed hold of her ears harshly and buried himself to the hilt in her muzzle and roared. Ropes of thick seed washed over the back of her throat and tongue and the barbs at the tip of his cock flared, scratching and almost causing her to choke. She dutifully swallowed everything he poured into her and gently suckled his shaft to ensure he emptied his hefty balls. Once his cock had stopped spasming and began to grow soft, Master pulled away and wiped off the last trickle of cum on Ella's nose.
"Good girl, Ella," he told her quietly.
Her only response was a soft whinny as the stallion's cock finally slid from her aching depths and the beast eased off of her back with a snort. He sniffed lazily at the trickle of cum escaping from her cunny and mixing with the enormous puddle that had accumulated on the floor between her knees, and then Master was leading him away again.
Ella lay sprawled on the bench, exhausted and full, wondering which of the three stallions that had deposited their seed into her would wind up siring her foal.