Invasion Ch 9: Reunion
#1 of Invasion
Typed into text with help from Ponynomial and Vasmeth Brooks. Continuing commission for Videogame30
The blatant suicide became a grave blow to the equine's morales, as there had been an assumption the horses had done nothing but good for humanity. Even problems regarding mental health could be fixed with a little mind alteration, if the depression was discovered. Now though, as they cut her down, she was free of everything by suffering the ultimate cure to all of life's problems.
Pahygzes was obviously the worse choice to deal with this issue even if he was the ranking officer present. Ironically, the task of investigation fell to a mare who had once been a police officer, since he was too much a polite diplomat bureaucrat to deal with the aftermath. The main difficulty he had in believing such an event was that in his memory, there had been no unnatural deaths. Accidents, old age, sickness and a scarce execution, but nothing done with malicious purpose towards another or themselves. A revulsion for murder was so coded into every Ehlosians' being that they rejected the idea even if it were conceivable that one could get away with it.
Shamed, he couldn't take the messy job himself, as was his initial responsibility, or reassure those still present and horrified (Mainly the stallions of his own world as opposed to the human-turned-mares used to such barbarity), but there was little he COULD do since he nor his fellow troops had any experience with suicides and much less so any public ones. So when they were walking back to his dropship with his pet holding his hand and carrying the huge plush under his arm, an infectious tangent of curiosity came to him. "Why do you humans do it -- why did she?" He asks, just as confused as ever. His pet stiffening; uncomfortable about this inquiry of death.
It took a long pause of careful thought for Pahygzes to get his answer. For a moment, the horse was afraid he wouldn't get one. "It's what happens when someone loses their whole world without anything to anchor themselves on. When there's no hope that things can change, people drown with the worry of burying stress and problems. Losing a house is like that. We humans sink in a pit when some bad event happens out of our control." The manner and meaning of what his mare told him was an indescribable shock and as foreign as suicide itself.
That answer belied more questions as well as implied or unimplied insult. Becoming a mare, a carefree sexual citizen of the empire, was a bad thing? Pahygzes had always assumed the transformed pleasure slaves were happy with the new job. But then, he remembered a lot of them were too horny to resist their calling or had been careful to keep opinions to themselves for fear of having their brains messed with. Maybe this incident demanded some drastic policy changes to how dissent and negative feedback were treated. If the very mild (In his opinion, as he didn't know otherwise) act of reconditioning caused a mare to keep all of the negative ideas and emotions inside, it would be preferable to offer thought amnesty to avoid such a show in the future.
A life was not worth social cohesion of this was the result. "Humans need to talk about it. It's what empowers them and gives them confidence." Pahygzes said in rote of memory from the eight months ago in training and briefing to conquer Earth. The first ten humans they had found on a deep space exploratory mission were examined and interrogated thoroughly to leave no quirk of the species unaccounted for. The main concept was the vehement character of the species. While other violent races had been found, they were in no way comparable to the unthinking cruelty and careless attitude towards unthinkable death. Earth became one of those rare places treated with swift and strict pacification. A coordinated war of disarmament took place and allowed his people to easily replace governments and the rougher unsavoury aspects of humans' social customs. Yet, when all was said and the structure was put into place, he and his kind had made the ultimate mistake: humans were not Ehlosians, and even if they had the form of a mare, the mind beneath the fur was literally from another planet, so they didn't think in the expected way.
For instance, reconditioning for the removal of worry and stress was as common on his world as getting a haircut. His kind often made appointments where a bio-technologist tailor-made a nanite pill for them that erased certain pesky memories causing undue problems with daily life and concentration. The humans did not want this casual luxury, as it scared them and made them suspicious. Pahygzes realised that now, trying to understand their hatred of this procedure. Now, it was scary for all the implications he had to consider as the commander. "It's what we call therapy." Jay finally said, seeming to pity Pahygzes' ignorance of human behaviour. "It's how we cope with a changing world and a loss of ourselves -- our identity. The most important thing to the average human is who they are. Loved ones dying is part of that identity, but there's also how we feel and see ourselves that defines our ultimate self worth." Self worth was a new idea for a pampered son of a prestigious officer. Of course, if everything went well for him, why should he care about such meaningless unstable struggles with confidence? As far as he could remember, he'd never doubted a thing about his status or what went on around him. On Earth, he quickly had a growing list of discrepancy.
The human went on, but didn't add much on top of what had already been said. "We humans, we build a wall around ourselves with bricks and mortar of terrible events that happen to us. When we lose everything and feel like no one gives a fuck if we're alive or dead, then nothing can hold us back from stopping the suffering." He finally said, only confounding his master further. The stallion assumed all suffering had ended once his troops had taken over the world. Instead, it interfered heavily with a natural habitat of sorts, and an animal put in a new alien environment never did well without a great deal of assistance.
Given that revelation, it was his duty to learn more. More another day, though, as he grew tired and wanted to look presentable to his family tomorrow. "I think we should go home and slumber to the question. It's been a terrible day for thinking." Not another word was shared until morning, but the night was filled with an endless series of hot fuzzy cuddles.
The next morning left him feeling better; sleep already having distanced him from the distraught nightmare of the evening before. Because there wouldn't be any meetings or serious functions today, he could afford to be informal and only wear the simple vestments that the human creatures referred to as "Underwear". The loincloth felt like his perfect comfort level, especially now since he got the vague undeniable impression that most of his family actually hated the formal battle dress and all of those metals he got for basically kissing ass.
He had conspired to leave Jay home, as the man was still asleep and slowly getting devoured in the sloping sinkhole for which the stallion's body had left in the mattress. Like what had occurred two days ago, he was headed for the communications room again. This time though, he was alone as there was no one on duty: they had apparently properly attuned the hologram appropriately and left for reasons of privacy --- or lingering shame. It didn't seem to be a prevailing factor as everything had been engaged with a level of careful efficiency that now only required a command: "On screen." The distant unrelenting authority and shake in his voice was startling and telling in regards to what he considered soldierly conviction. Would the family detect it? Now that brusque thought rose in his curiosity.
Eyes fasten with curiosity on the screen as he wonders what his wife is wearing or what things had taken place in his absence. As always, she was a fine mare with a friendly smile; bluish grey fur betraying pleasant curves of fat from gorgeing on too many oats and sweetened things. The outline of genitals and a well-defined rear in a purple one-piece swimsuit-esque lingerie accentuating this cubby beauty by showing off all that made her lovely without betraying much in the details that made her a raunchy lover. He realised goddess of sex might be appropriate -- even flaunting such naughty bearings right by their own son. "How are you honey-suckle?" She teased in her welcoming way as a euphemism for one of his favourite past-times: cunnilingus.
Tempted as he was to discuss what he had been told by the emperor, he knew it wasn't something he could bring up in public. Of course, there were other things he could just as well put out there. "I told you I'd taken a pet to handle my needs on this planet, didn't I?" Actually he knew he hadn't, but knew his mate took an interest in all manner of strange things. Arguably, most women would be jealous, but mares are the ones to look at sex -- any sex -- as an urge undeniable like starvation. It takes this kind of progressive attitude to build a society based on sex as a liberally-applied commodity much like water; particularly among horses, where the drive for pleasure and relief from it is very real and very intense.
"Don't be silly sweetie, we haven't talked for two weeks. So what is the pet like? It would be good to know since they will be living with us." That initially caused him some pause, as it would be difficult to describe someone he hadn't actually bred yet. To be fair, Jay was very friendly and affectionate, but also had dark brooding episodes where the human was prone to regret and the behavior of gloomy sulking. For now, Pahygzes couldn't figure out if such behaviour was due to loneliness from not being around him, or fears, or exactly what. As well as he tried to understand these human creatures, another random slap in the face was only a hairs' breadth away.
In the end, his response was less than descriptive while his son listened raptly on. "He amuses me." Taken as a human context, it would be very rude to say. Horses though, valued such frank and plain statements. It didn't mean impatience so much as focus. "I've never dealt with such odd behaviour, you'll understand." He shook his mane and shivered; entirely pleased by the bountiful sight of his wife. "He is fine and obedient. The human will make good practice for our son." That last bit seemed to satisfy the two of them, as a young stallion needed a mount to give him confidence, but even in their over-sexed society it would be incredibly awkward for the mother to provide the training. Usually, it was the job of concubines or gay friends, but having a pet made it discreet.
What made for a strange joy was the many oddly cute ways in which she responded to his words. Ears flicked about with a pretence of lazy casual flirts of the tail. "And when will you take your vacation to be with us once again?" She giggles, an undeniable naughty undertone to the elements in her voice. How he longed to taste those lips once more! Perhaps... it was well that his meeting had been made private for fear of what seduction may cause him. "Surely lover, it will be sooner than I can imagine." And those distinct eyes prevailed a sudden calamity on his lust that quickly snowballed into an avalanche of urges. It took an experienced mare to cause such a reaction with a glance alone, but she had years to get it just right and play with his buttons!
He forgot what he wanted to say for a second as the delicate expression intensified all his desires ever cruelly and made Pahygzes want to abdicate the assignment to be with her again. The problem was that he'd have to wait for a replacement and the ships took two months to complete one trip. "As far as I know, six months. But, it's only an estimate, and things are more likely to get more complicated. Travelyn... it seems my stay here might be extended beyond next year. I might have to send for the two of you if things cannot be set in stone." Maybe they were ready to accept it, or the news was too much of a shock. Neither seemed to say anything for awhile. It wasn't an easy choice to make, but he was certain that if things went onto their worse, at least they could still be a family together. Well, a family plus one.
As he expected, his wife took a long moment to digest the new fact as though munching on a tough piece of brambleweed with those innocent doe eyes wide in wonder. "A band without a stallion is like a cobra missing his head." She finally observed plaintively. "Do you imagine our son's studies will suffer from such a move?" That proved a good question actually. A reasonable response wasn't forthcoming, as he'd been a bundle of queer emotions. A reunion, a suicide, a cute pet and now a current social revolution where the human culture had imprinted negative vices on the younth of his race; contaminating their minds with improper behaviours and expectations.
So much worried him, but it wasn't for his wife to know. And as he opened his mouth, he was committing another such sin espoused by the human race: the white lie. "No, I don't think so. There shouldn't be any foreseeable problems integrating here." He couldn't look her in the eyes as he said that, shamed by his overt selfishness. He couldn't care about whatever problems or difficulties they might have in being uprooted to a new place inhabited by aliens. Perhaps she knew about such complications of coming to a developing Eholsian colony, but not of the specific quality of tenacious violence and resistance that humans were known for. If this were a worse place for them to be, at least Pahygzes would have the comfort and reassurance of being surrounded by all those he'd come to love.
Although he wasn't able to accurately figure out how she reacted to what he said, he suspected she might know of his quip of falsehood. "Then when would you like us to come over?" He had to stifle a surging emotional inferno that would cause him to yell 'now', realising that it wouldn't be productive or respectful of their coming hardship of migration. Since he wouldn't be forced to be hasty, Pahygzes gave it some brief thought while Travelyn waited curiously for a reply.
"Would eight or so months be a fitting estimate?" The stallion was certain such a date was more than sensible when considering humans only gave each other a mere month on average to settle such matters. "I do not want to rush you, of course. I just thought it would be a fair space of time to set your affairs in order." But who was HE to say such a thing now that he'd been out of touch with the politics of his own world for almost a year?
There was some other detail buzzing on her mind. Something, it seemed, that could only be brought out when the youngster was disposed to bed or some such thing. "That is well. Did you think of me much?" He thought of her every second. It was definitely the main reason why he couldn't stand making a mare of Jay when his relationship with his wife was devoutly monogamous -- at least as monogamous as a horny stallion fuckbeast could be.
Comfort, as the whole standard stood, transcended a merely human condition. Horses too, often needed others to anchor their emotions and secrets upon. "Is there a true second where I don't? That, my ashen apple blossom, is the true question. As many trysts I have taken, no act as simple an expression of primal equine nature could replace the warm dutiful tithe you place at the roaring heat of my heart." And that answered his avarice for company rather comfortably. Not that, as he managed to see some seducing details at the cleft of her inner thighs, she wasn't a nice example of mareish femininity in her own right.
Some playful invisible flute seemed to rise in his spirits as her folds were prominently exposed by the 'folds' in the form-fitting lingerie. He could determine with accuracy the peak of sharp bump nudging against the tight spandex-like attire as well as the strange and subtle bubble of clitoris poking at the fabric like the tip of a tongue or finger. "If it is true that humans say 'sight is only half an equation for passion', then I'd hunger for your smells again." For persons unfamiliar with horses, smell is most of foreplay. With wild or domestic equines, the proper scent of hormones stirred all the reactions that ultimately led to copulation. A stallion would frequently sniff and lick one of his mares until the tool of breeding was prepared for the union.
The many years they had joined, she was more than familiar with the subtle secreted signs of his lust. "Perhaps I should talk to my colt before I pass the point of denial." Which was a cute euphemistic way of saying that once he dropped his penis, there would be no stopping the quick inflation and hardening of the organ. It proved very difficult to get rid of it without copulation or a splash of sudden cold (although no horse ever admitted to enjoying a cold shower). The only true mercy was indeed the lack of smell for her heat and fluids.
When she stepped away and the young white pony-like child with his short dander brush of tail stepped up, Pahygzes was filled with other more tender and dependant emotions. Perhaps the strangest affair in his life was in becoming a father. He foolishly assumed that mature advice would fall on him in many instances of life changes, but while his statuses changed: husband, father, leader, his mind itself remained the same without easy answers coming. Becoming a parent with its many challenges was more a work in progress than anything else, but it DID make the whole idea of being a commander much easier. "Have you given any thought towards a job, Shelkie?" He purrs, wanting to touch and kiss his son like before. Until going to school and learning what was 'cool', the little horse had proven a very affectionate cuddler.
The colt stuck out his tongue in blatant disgust and swayed bored hips as a long mane hid whatever clues of temperament might be in his eyes. "I don't like that name anymore -- or Snowvrn -- or any of those titles mom gave me when she thought I was 'cute'." Was that defiance, or did he mistake it for offence? His son had changed so much in the fathers absence that Pahygzes had genuine trouble recognising him from the usual bouncy merry behaviour of a little diapered foal.
"What name have you decided upon, then?" (For those unfamiliar with Ehlosian culture, it is important to think of a name like a shell on a hermit crab. Once one grows, the old shell no longer fits so a new one must be found for that process of growth.) Being a teenager influenced by a deviant society of his peers, Pahygzes knew that his son would discard the previous title for being too 'fluffy', but even such a normal transition left him aghast. Exactly what kind of name would be appropriate for such nonchalance? (At this point he has a reaction like a parent expecting their kid to come home with a face full of piercings or a demented haircut.)
The youngster looked ridiculously like a shetland pony, though it was conceivable that he would grow much larger. "Dunno." That was a bit strange itself. Human slang was on his home planet already? Frankly, he wondered where it could have come from, and finally settled on one of his troops who are so used to parroting whatever strange words they might come across. Okay, so he didn't have a new name in mind, yet.
"You don't have any idea?" He asks, ever encouraging. "I could help, if you want." As it turned out by his son's impatient indignation, Pahygzes had gotten it all wrong. Like always, his failure to grasp popular culture had once again alienated him and his values from the young.
The teen stomped on the floor, causing the muscle in his shin, thigh, and butt to wiggle like vibrating jelly, "No-- I mean I chose 'dunno' as my name." Pahygzes was soundly embarrassed, wanting to slap himself awake badly. With luck, he managed to stop the first unflattering hurtful words that might come out of his mouth, "You're so out of it dad, it's like you're in another country." And now improper contractions like those infernal humans who refuse to speak well!
"But 'dunno' isn't a serious human name -- or any name -- it is just a noncommittal word for professed ignorance. I think it would be better to choose a warrior or athletic name. I do mean anything but the silly word for 'I do not know anything'. After the many years you shall spend in school, such is a poor answer for much of anything." And on the tail of that distressing thought, he simply snorts with a wild flick of his tail and daring his son to betray his wishes. Changed indeed! Left for only a few years, and his son had already become some unruly shaggy monster!
The small creature simply folds his arms and displays his back and butt in a crude display of childish rebelliousness. "You're on a completely different planet. What can YOU do?" He seems to taunt, refusing to turn around as he continues to flaunt misbehaviour at his poor father.
Rather than reacting to the obvious lure of hurt such defiance would create, Pahygzes simply chuckles; fully in charge of the situation no matter where he may be. "Plenty." He licks his lips, savouring this amusing moment of power before he gives a whistle. Just as the cute, tiny ears pivot nervously to hear the sound, a shadow lingers above him from his mother with that wry expression on her face, while stroking her chin, "You see son, politics have taught me to keep allies in places where I have no direct control. Perhaps after that ivory bottom is made pink, you'll have picked out a nice name by then... and a bit more respect for your elders. I have certainly seen other youngsters like yourself turned into mares for much more minor offense, though that is because the punishment hadn't been fully outlawed then. Sometimes parents do it to their unruly colts nowadays if they can bribe a records' keeper to change the gender on file with subtlety, but it is only typically done by affluent families who have multiple male heirs and can afford to marry an unmanageable one off to be someone's dowry prize." The youngster shook, as well he should. As the son of a commander, he could not afford to disobey or disrespect the emperor or any of Havnor's friends and esteemed wide circle of friends. Although the current emperor was certainly not the worst or most barbaric, he had not seemed to learn any compassion or forgiveness from his father, not that Pahygzes felt up to the process of giving any such petty tyrant any true merit.
Although Travelyn fell onto the seamless dark blue marble floor with a provocative slap of her tasty buns against the stone while dragging the boy down with her in one lightning movement that sought his bum perched upwards and ready to receive firm and committed 'guidance', he was too shocked to know what happened by the startled peeks of shy and terrorized eyes behind the untamed mane. How fortunate, indeed, that there would be plenty of time for the lesson to sink in. "Wait - no - what's going on?" he asks nervously even as his mother lifted his cute tiny tail out of the way to show off his bare hinie. She gives a barely suppressed giggle at the sight of the twin fuzzy buns, her other hand softly caressing his rear hillocks to allow him to know what was going on - Ehlosians and feral equines proved equally nervous and scared of things going on behind - before grabbing random folds of skin to methodically pinch them most cruel. Unlike the act of spanking, the use of sharp pinches to the buttocks seemed to serve as a more effective punishment. Perhaps it was the combination of pain and humiliation of what felt like courtship nibbles from a male horse that allowed the punishment to work so well.
Travelyn's tongue hung out, and her eyes narrowed with concentration as she lay a barrage of sharp sudden stings all over both rumpcheeks with a skilled thumb and finger tempered with muscle memory after years of such chastisement. Even out of practice, she was quite a whirlwind of motherly retribution and attacked that ass with a plan of merciless savagery that left every bit of skin pink but not bruised; keeping the nerves singing with a singeing soreness of wafting fire, but not leaving behind any terrible damage. On average, the pain of a matriarchal correction is supposed to last a day at the utmost. If it were to be longer it would prove a cruel abuse and might even require medical attention as Ehlosians take undue pain very seriously.
He watched her, enthralled with hungry eyes of lust as two bouncy bubbly breasts bobbed around with the tiny movements of her arms as his wife inadvertently squished them together like two plump balls filled with liquid. Normally enamoured by her perky ass and the way her cheeks handled and milked his cock during anal, it was the mares' large breasts that now brought forth his fierce stallion instincts. Much more of this show, and he felt he would inexplicably pop out a load without warning! "I think it is time to send him to bed so that we might be alone." She looked up with a a blush at the increasingly noticeable sign of his interest and nods, chasing their son off with curt slaps on his sore bum to scare him up to his room, or face more of the same once again. The graceful creature seemed to rise in slow motion like a spreading tree reaching into the sky. Just a simple single act of standing illuminated a silky smooth gait of dance with those shy halfway closed eyes and a flail of unfolding arms as though butterfly wings. Enchanted much; he responded soundly not only to the concept of lust, but to the astute poetry created in the motions of delicate feminine gestures. One single yawn was all it took for the watching stallion to decide for himself the kind of joyful extravagant rapture of sensuous vision in which she had become.
"What a pleasure it becomes to know more of you every day." He whispered with longing eyes as one hand pressed cautiously at the video screen in a vain simplified attempt to touch her - a dream. This was the entire reason for keeping Jay human; a more traditional horse, he sought a life of monogamy rather than two mares competing for his boon of stallion rod. "Only gods truly understand your beauty." Pahygzes breathed while pressing his nervous sweaty forelock to the glass. He should not have been so hasty to ask her to wait for him when it was he who so recklessly vied for her touch. Perhaps by daily contemplation, he might yet understand such feelings better.
Her teddy fell free of her fuzzy furred body like a sleeve of inconvenient skin dropping from a snake. It was only then that lovely horse melons with wide black areoles came out to greet him like the soulful orbital stare of an owl. Pahygzes felt his heart increase with endless passionate energies and thoughts even while his body took an uncertain chill from all those lustful inspirations working their way through him. It grew into an act of playful defiance as she let the lingerie crawl down her flesh a little at a time as though to prolong such mild cruelty for longer than necessary.
Still, as he felt his sabre strengthen with purposeful resolve, he granted her a christened mute respect for the content of her will; it takes a mare great skill in observation to truly know how to please her husband. Such proves a subtle art most females of his race deem complete once they come into the prurient need and gladly bend over. In this case, where copulation is impossible, the scenario must be sustained by creativity on both their parts. Thus these video calls might be used for long distance sexual relations with masturbation, but such desperation proved readily uncommon, whereas on average a males interests would draw him to the harem and the wife to her private stash of toys. As the threadbare sleepwear scraped down a chubby belly and displayed a prominent dimple of decadent navel as though the dull pit of a dark olive. Her body, as it became gradually revealed, was absolutely delicious. It was stunning the way a shade of night left her belly to a hue of lightening greying dawn. He lowered his ears with a nervous and trembling submission of her lovely grace. "My angel of prose." Spoken as a whisper to a goddess that held absolute control over the hearts of men, even as the leotard quickly became a wrinkled bikini that gave a perfect outline of her rounded vulva nub.
Artistic paradise... even folded in clothing, she conveyed a presence fruitful of her shimmering sexuality. Travelyn was certainly one of the few that knew the meaning of beauty past the shallow bareness of nudity. Perhaps that was her point for vividly teasing his praise so openly. Hungering eyes awaited a long-sought revelation that wouldn't immediately arrive. Instead, his stare had to content itself upon her smoky spheres of love. And love their venerable vanity he did, but not so nearly to the same delicious extent as that low region he worshipped like some sacred obsidian spring.
The goddess had come alive like a drizzling statue as he saw the flowering nectar stain her bikini. Most surely the sight of his staff must have awakened her holy lust and filled her loins with hallowed purpose that called absently to his counter parts. "It has been long since I saw your nobility in its stoic form. Months without the touch of a soulmate bend into eternity like starlight itself. What number of gods could surely guess at how someone like me has suffered without the certain touch of fire." And like a poet she was; both in words and form as thought the literal courtly dance of a rose.
And like the unequivocable needs of a rose, he had been given the honor to pollinate her on many an occasion to make her flourish - to make Travelyn desire him above all other suitors as was proper. Even though sire and dam rejected the frolicking and union since her colour was well below her families' station, (greys were a step up from black, and Pahygzes would have been more proper in mating a brown or chestnut if no white partners were available) but he chose her anyway for what he witnessed in her true eyes on several occasions. Pahygzes simply shrugged, too lost in her show of fluctuating eroticism to even bother with an intelligible response. With his luck, it would come out garbled and stupid. Not that she'd mind, but he had to stay professional - even during sex. How the cloth of her attire seemed to meld into the flesh of her crotch and hips like a soggy patch of cum-stained fur. A sudden spin of the delicious body had her round seductress rumpcheeks in his face like two loaves of burnt bread pressed together and slightly smothered by a diagonal layer of chocolate. What was more intoxicating, her braided stub of a tail was raised just high enough to show him the clothed impression of winking nub beneath; a pucker ringed creature as though a folded caterpillar ready and eager to accept him into the deep needing darkness and humid equine warmth within.
As he was gifted and predisposed to remember such details well, what a lovely sucking anus she had - a fine quality and deceptively virginal upon his length despite the merciless harried claiming if it on several lustful occasions. Then of course it only served as prelude to his true desire. She kept herself quite a clean girl, so pounding back and forth between pussy or anus was relatively safe - and very much a fun pastime for the both of them. Sometimes he remembers relentlessly pounding into her vibrant sex only for a bit of lube before ramming it home underneath her silky tail to make her scream for more punishment as though a Spring filly.
A complimentary pairing, Pahygzes called it: this sexy fine, yet dignified creature prepared to please any whim or desire, and he did his best to fill her holes while remaining overall faithful in whatever ways could be possible in a hypersexual society. Now his cock was out in force at the sight of her snug seductress body and burlesque quirks hidden beneath one scanty bit of cloth. His breathing intensified and his eyes drunken on her fiery sexual energy as large stubby white fingers went slowly about the taut skin of his dribble-coated shaft.
If only a mare WERE truly present, but he understood by his deft experienced digits that masturbation offered its own myriad of rewards. But as his pace intensified, she - her clear unspoiled eyes - took a not so flattering interest in his pleasure. "Have no control over yourself, my lover? And to think I tried to teach you better qualities of patience with my body." The mare remarked, which was true enough, as she had complete mastery over her vagina and anus. Able to clamp like a vice over any instrument in her body, she took complete control and only allowed copulation according to her will. Other times, her muscular tunnels were talented enough to flex and ripple in a milking motion to drain his balls in under a minute.
He lowered his ears and stopped, shamed, but this was simply part of their play. It was just as much fun to be in control as it was to take orders from a sexy creature. "That is true, and to think I started before you." Which was met by a most lovely and airy laugh from his beautiful lady. As always it was her thighs that betrayed her: trembling fat things that knew the heat and power of his cock more than anything else. Perhaps both of them lacked any sort of control, but Travelyn hid it best.
His eyes close as an ironic smile came to the admirals lips. "Do I have the ladies permission to continue?" He purred out entreatingly in the most silky, sultry, deep tone that would set her already steady legs to wobbling without their usual bejewelled finesse. In looking up, he found it quite true as those tasty lickalicious legs did just that. No doubt - she wanted badly to be used despite the coldness of the lingering distance that set their fire apart. "Why don't you join me, and we shall both enjoy it." Pahygzes offered, mystic eyes magnetised to the triangular cover on her loins like a hideous shadow. A flash of erotic heat overcame him with an increase of sweat and pre crawling all over his sensitive silver fur. His tongue also hung out, surely betraying what he'd love to do with it. "Oh you're counting on that, aren't you dear?" She giggles, her hands on her hips resting right above the cloth and ready to push it down any time she wanted. Still her teasing adorable nature overcame the equine lust surging with passion in her dribbling sex. After so many months, the imagined taste of her love fluids was not as vibrant as he used to remember. One ridiculously large hand was clasped completely over the head of the glans, giving it firm squeezes to keep himself on the edge of excitement. "Like the next sunrise, my love." Then he lifted his top lip in Flehmen but was disappointed by the lack of her strong potent maresmell in the air like a Spring breeze.
Now of course, he gave serious thought to what part of her body he'd like best to focus on and came to the realisation that her chubby round ass with its pathetically tiny braided rope of tail was perhaps the most incensing on his leering starved eyes. "Your rear. Let me enjoy it, dear." He declared, wetted lick of amorous wide pink stallion lips. So then she did, bidden by a lingering request of passionate pursuit.
The stallion watched in rapt interest with ears forward as the last of the leotard rolled - avalanched its way down her hips like a wrinkled fat caterpillar until the top plump lip of her sex with its bouncing white berry became exposed. As it went far lower, he could see her sensual feminine organ opening and closing like the casual stretching of black butterfly wings; a never ending stream of her toasty mare magma fluids bubbling out like melted white candle wax all over the lingerie and her inner thighs in a slick oily glaze.
This display continued in a much more primal animalistic manner as she lowered herself to hands and knees, wadded teddy fallen on the back of her legs and her tail raised to the side in sultry subservience. Somehow the sight of a blinking anus and chattering vulva lips finally removed the last traces of his control. When she dropped her face against the floor to free her arms, he was already stroking furiously at his enormous member with his knees bent and doing mimicked thrusts like breeding to increase the intensity of his pleasure and fool his body.
"Does my love-stallion enjoy the show?" She teased, plunging three fingers of one hand into her wet pussy, and two more on the other into that tight equine donut; spreading them apart to display the erotic growing redness within both like a filling of cherry syrup ready to be nibbled out by his experienced mouth. What a sexy girl like her knew about turning on his basic studly instincts! Between her spread legs, he could see one 'eye' of hers widen as his cock tip mushroomed to the size of his own balled fist in one sudden burst of energy along with the free flowing of pre like a leaky bathtub faucet. "I forgot you were so gifted - so needy..." She nickered out shyly with a nervous wag of her deliciously fat horsebutt with all of its welcoming polished grey fur. As like a cloud, her shapes of natural wonder were never the same as when he last remembered; glimmering shape of her presented love lips backing into the camera and splattering the lens in misty drops of mare dew with every saucy tease of the folded convulsing passionate horseflesh. Were she laying on her side, he would kiss of those sensitive licorice marshmallow lips all puffed like squishy black sweating foam - deeply and gallantly as a knight awakening a rose of princess from the bountiful weight of slumber.
His mouth dropped as his wife pressed her vulva and anus against his screen and caused it to fog lightly abound. He pressed his own lips to the glowing hum-filled pixels of the large sheetrock crystal, almost capable of tasting her essence - at least in his mind. Even though she was merely an image on a screen, his overactive urges didn't have any difficulty imagining the sweetened vapour of salted seaspray pouring from her winking folds like hot gusts of lecherous straw-laden breath. Such a though of her essential copulatory fragrance was enough to drive him mad and allow abnormal feelings of eternal lusty desire to flourish.
Paygzes also found himself taking little peeks at her yummy nibbleable thighs and the lingerie bunched right above the knees like black manacles on a slutty harlot prisoner of love. Her ears were also low in submission as her own fingers continued to probe both lower holes with sloppy sounds like kissing lips. When she pressed them deeper within, it seemed like the tasty juice of a fruit squirted out as though being crushed. And all the while, her velvet-shining fur pulsed with excited twitches of her anxious muscles.
The stallions' eyes strained to see through an annoying waterfall of sweat-soaked mane during his building orgasm. His breathing intensified as the abdominal muscles themselves strained for release with the energetic commotion of endless assertive snorts like the puffing of a train. While all of his veins ran with unquenchable fire, it was especially true of his proud baton of malehood and its throbbing ever ready mushroom of squishy pink marshmallow glans.
With the good grip he had on his medial ring to stabilize his organ, the other hand beat out a furious pace on the upper half as though scratching a nasty rash or trying to start a fire; the rabid amount of pre making the masturbation a great deal easier than he expected. A shiver came over him; somewhat like some erotic sneeze. While being overtaken by the hellish itch of his loins, he leaned closer to the screen. Very familiar with her body, he could easily predict her level of ecstasy in her breathing and little funny prurient horsey sounds she made.
The greatest indicator, though, was that their bodies were in synchronised modes of lust after so many years of marriage; whatever he felt, she did as well. His wife squeals out like a temperamental pig and sprays a lustrous rain of her erupting feminine cum and juices all over the crystal with a sultry wag of her hips that further smears the smooth surface with her intensely throbbing vulva. Like that aforementioned sneeze loosed, he adds to the carnal calamity by slapping his own viewscreen with copious oozing blobs of his stringy molten stallion milk. The sudden strain leaves him weak and sleepy, but he manages to look up and search through the sexual gunk dripping down the monitor to see her moaning satisfied face and the jubilant contentment within her lovely eyes. "I love you." He pronounces between tired pants, his furry fists soaked by his own gooey cum. Then an empty black screen was all that was left to greet him as the admiral did his best to compose himself once more for the coming day.