All Hallow's Eves
Quick little Halloween thing that I came up with after a rather nice dream. Hope y'all enjoy.
Amanda was practically dancing around the party. Partly because she was having so much fun, but mostly because it fit in with her character. She's gotten dressed up as Harley Quinn. You know, the Joker's girlfriend. Being that her coat was naturally white, it didn't take the mare too much to get the face paint right. The costume had been another matter entirely. A naughty part of her had whispered that she should have just painted coat and walked around in almost nothing. Instead, she settled for a skin tight, red and black outfit. Something that she looked damn sexy in if she said so herself. Too bad that her boyfriend didn't get to see her. Really sucked since he was going to come as the Joker, and they were going to have some of the nerdiest sex possible.
Oh well, he could rip the outfit off her later. Her parents weren't due back for another week.
Yep, her parents had gone off on a vacation for several weeks. Since she was done with college for now, she'd volunteered to stay behind and watch over the house and her sister. Not that Becky really needed any watching, but it made their parents happy. Happy enough to allow her to throw this party with some friends, while her sister was out with her friends. Beck and her group had gone out pretty early, wanting to hang out and get dressed up before going to the movies. The whole group was going to crash as one of the friend's houses that night, and be back sometime tomorrow. With her little sis (could she keep calling her little even though she was out of high school?) gone for the night, her parents had agreed to let her throw a party.
The event had been in full swing for hours now, and was just starting to wind down a bit. No one had drank enough that they were falling or vomiting, but there were plenty of bodies strewn about as people passed out. Amanda stopped for a moment and peered into a dark room. She giggled as her ears picked up the wet sounds of someone having a good time, followed by quiet gasps. Strutting past the door, she wound her way through the party some more.
She'd just crossed into the living room when a large, meaty arm wrapped around her body and pulled her up and back. Amanda squealed and kicked as she was pinned against a very solid chest. She squealed and held onto the arm as her feet kicked, "Eric, put me down!" The python of an arm gave her a squeeze as the mountain behind her chuckled. "How'd you know it was me?" Amanda wiggled against the arm, the bells in her red and black mane chiming. "There aren't any talking mountains around here tonight." His deep voice rolled over her ear, "What if I don't want to let you go?" She bit her bottom lip as one of his meaty hands closed around a breast, thick finger rubbing the nipple that was visible through her outfit. At the same time, his hips pushed forward and bumped his impressive bulge against her. She huffed and flattened her ears, "We both know I'm not your type." The mare whinnied softly, "And we know what happened last time you teased me too much." Her cheeks flushed as his bulge rose a little against her backside. He finally set her down, "That was fun, but I prefer the real thing."
The moment her hooves touched ground, she spun and looked up at the bull elephant. He was large enough that he had to duck to get through most doors, and wide enough that he almost filled them. He'd come to the party as a zombie, his clothes ragged and torn, looking like he'd pulled himself from a grave. The makeup job he did was great too, making it look like his skin had fallen off in several places, and was getting rancid.
Out of curiosity, the mare looked around and spotted a gryphon waiting near the door, his eyes locked on them. The male was a glorious gold color and ripped. He was dressed as a stereotypical barbarian, leather straps crossing his chest and a leather codpiece that left very little to the imagination. "You'd better go before Conan over there decides he wants to conquer me too." It was a sight to see the big elephant blush and shuffle. She laughed and slapped his chest, "Go on before you pop out of those pants. Doesn't look like they can take much." She watched with a big grin as he mumbled something and went over to the hybrid male. Her grin faded a little as she felt her slit wink inside of her outfit. A blush colored her cheeks quickly as she resumed her round, hoping no one had seen that.
Everything was fine on the main floor and downstairs. Someone had found a copy of Rocky Horror Picture Show, and they were watching it down in the den. She'd have to come back there later and join in. But she just wanted to check upstairs. The bedrooms were supposed to be off limits, according to her parents. While she'd asked everyone to avoid them, the only one she was really worried about was hers. She'd locked the door, but those little things rarely slowed someone down.
Sure enough, when she got up the steps, there was a faint glow under her door. Creeping towards the door, Amanda stuck to the wall. She'd lived in this house all her life and knew where all the loudest boards were. Only the bells made little tinkles as she approached the door. When she tried it, sure enough, the thing was unlocked. Not that those little privacy things were hard to beat. Gathering herself up, she flung the door open and leapt inside. "Ah ha!'
Amanda froze in the door, looking at the stranger on her bed. The person, also a mare, had a midnight black pelt. Her mane and tail, which were incredibly long, were a flaming red with yellow highlights. Even in the light from her bedside lamp, it looked like the mare's tail and mane were on fire. Even her eyes looked like a burst of fire, with red and yellow flamed contacts. The mare's body was taut and toned, which made Amanda more away of the curves that she had. The female's breasts were threatening to spill out of the vest she wore, which was laced up the front and looked like it was a good bounce away from falling. Her very sexy legs were covered in leather that hugged every inch of her body. Or at least they would have been if they weren't draped around the woman's ankles. Both mares looked down slowly, Amanda's eyes widening when she saw that her toy box had been pulled out and was sitting open. Sex toys peeked out over the rim, showing that her guest had been rummaging some. Her eyes lifted up the stranger's legs. There, just touching against the female's pale nethers was Amanda's wand. The toy's buzzing filled the silence as the two horses stared at each other.
The stranger's mouth hung open, the mare completely stunned by her sudden entry. Amanda swung the door shut behind her slowly. "What are you doing in here and what are you doing with my toy?" And idea was forming in her head even as she twisted the lock shut. The intruder snorted, eyes wide. She dropped the toy like it'd burned her hand, then scrambled to pick it up as it bounced around in the box. "N-no-nothing! I was just at the party and some a guy was making out with me, but then he left. So I came up here." Amanda interrupted her, "You came up to My room and got into My toys." The mare finally caught the toy and turned it off. Leaping to her feet, she tried to stammer out an answer, while at the same time moving away from the bed and pulling up her pants. "You broke one of the cardinal rules, and you need to be punished." Those flaming eyes went wide, "P-punished?" Now she forgot about her pants, backing up against the wall as Amanda stalked towards her slowly, ears held forward.
In moments, their muzzles were so close that they were breathing each other's air. Both of the mares had been drinking a bit, alcohol staining their breath. Amanda whuffed, blowing her breath at the smaller horse. "Yes, punished." She struck as the other female opened her mouth to ask how. One hand pushed the mare into the wall as she swept in. Their lips pressed tight against each other, lips locking into a heated kiss. The nightmare's eyes shot wide as her ears bolted upright. She squirmed for just a moment before Amanda pinned her against the wall with her body. Breasts, barely contained by either outfit, pillowed out against each other.
Before the stranger mare could close her mouth, Amanda slipped her tongue right in. She could taste the booze on the other female's tongue, some of of the flavored rum and a hint of jello. The stranger wiggled against her, uttering a soft moan into the kiss. The noise was a little pleasure and a little protest. Amanda pushed a little tighter, letting her leg slide against the stranger's thighs as it slid between them. She could feel the warmth of the mare's pussy against her thigh as she pushed a little. Hot flesh winked as juices leaked out, the stranger snorting in surprise. The noise dropped to a moan as her hips rolled against Amanda's thick thigh.
Nearly a minute had passed when Amanda finally broke the kiss. Her partner had just started to respond, thick tongue hesitantly swirling against hers. Both were panting as they pulled apart, hot breath washing over their muzzles. While the nightmare looked surprised, Amanda was wearing a grin worthy of Harley Quinn herself. She pulled back just a little, enough to slip one hand out to stroke over the mare's black pelt. Her finger traced up the female's trembling belly before easing under that tiny vest. When it didn't feel like her partner was going to try escaping, she pulled away more and reached up to untie the laces. "W-what are you doing?" She stopped, holding onto one of the ties. "Either I do this gently, or I snap all these laces." The nightmare's eyes rolled as she blushed, but she didn't say anything as the lace was pulled loose.
The leather vest whispered against the female's pelt as it fell to the ground. Without its constraining presence, the mare's chest wasn't nearly as big as it seemed to be. "A-amanda..." She put a finger on the mare's lips and shushed. "No, I'm Harley. And I'm going to call you War." Leaning in, she gently nuzzled at the mare's neck, taking short breathes of the female's scent. It seemed like her partner color her fur, since her pelt smelled vaguely of dye. Her lips gently stroked the body, kissing her way down along her partner's body. Hands ran over her cheeks as War panted, "Wh-why call me that?" She paused, lips hovering just over a teat. "Tonight, I'm going to engage in war games." Lips lapped at the teat, pulling at it gently. The nipple was already a little stiff, possibly from the mystery male earlier, but rose instantly against her touch.
Her ears flicked as the other mare breathed out a moan, hands tensing against her head. A smile crossed Amanda's muzzle as her partner tried to push her away and pull her closer at the same time. The coarse hairs of her nuzzle flicked against the nipple as she sniffed it before lipping it again. A quivering moan escaped the woman's mouth as her body rolled against Amanda's. More moisture soaked her suit as the mare ground against her, slit winking against her thigh. Her cheeks flushed briefly as her body responded with a wink of its own, wetness spreading across her groin. Using her flat teeth, she nipped at the teat and squeezed it briefly before letting her velvet lips flutter against it.
She couldn't believe that she was doing this. There had been plenty of times she's thought about it, even briefly fantasized about a certain female here or there that she saw. But here she was, in her bedroom, pinning a stranger to the wall and doing all this. Truthfully, this might be one of the most erotic experiences in her life. The way that their bodies were writhing against each other, the scents, sounds, everything was just. Oh, she couldn't believe it.
Sweat was starting to streak their bodies as they pushed and ground against one another. Amanda's nostrils were flared as she huffed, taking in every scent that she could. The hands were cradling her head now, breasts pushed against her muzzle. Encouraged, she worked her way to the other breast. Nuzzling, kissing, and caressing the dark female. Amanda wasn't the only one that was loving this. Her head was reeling as her lips popped and sucked on the hard teats. Her partner was getting louder, stamping, moaning, pulling. The hands moved to her shoulders, pulling at them as the smaller female arched up. Her panting rose in pitch until she let out a loud squeal. Amanda felt the female's body winking like mad as the mare drenched her thigh.
She pulled her mouth away from the heaving bosom. "Are you done already?" Her partner whimpered out something. The mare sucked in air as Amanda pressed her tongue against one of the risen peaks and flicked it. Very slowly, reluctantly she had to admit, she pulled away from the dark mare. Glancing over the female, she couldn't help but feel some satisfaction at the quivering mare. A look at her own body made her blush. Her own nibbles were plainly visible through her outfit, and her partner's juices weren't the only ones soaking into her outfit. Lifting her head a little, she grinned at the mare with lidded eyes. "I'm not done yet." Flaming eyes went wide again as the female shivered at those words.
It only took a few moments to set the stage for the next act. Even if it did feel like hours. Her partner was on all fours, kneeling in the middle of her bed. The woman had taken out her contacts, revealing eyes of the softest blue. She was watching Amanda with an expression that continually flicked between several emotions. Arousal, worry, anticipation, fear, and lust all warred within the female, but it was plainly lust that as winning out. Her hips were cocked back, tail flicked to the side, presenting those creamy lips. As she watched the bigger mare work a harness, those lips pulled and winked, flashing the pink inner lips. Some moisture leaked out of her with each wink. Dripping down onto the bed and running over her thighs.
Amanda shivered, her own tail flagging behind her, as if responding to the other mare's winking. She'd discarded her own outfit, leaving her with only the bells in her mane and the coloring she had used. Her eyes flicked to the tight suit, wondering what her stallion would think of that. A blush and a smile flicked over her lips knowingly. If he got a whiff of it, he'd probably rip right through his pants.
Putting those thoughts aside, she lifted a toy from the bed. It was one of her favorites, a mock-stallion rod she'd nicknamed Clyde. She'd only ever used it on herself before this. The fact that it fit nicely in the harness was a bonus. Even though she was just as eager to get going, she couldn't resist playing just a little more. "Think you'll like my little friend here. He's helped me through so many lonely nights." She kissed the flared tip, petting the naturally colored rod as if it were the real thing. A quick lick around the crown made her partner moan, hips bucking just a little. Amanda stroked the toy's heavy sac as she arched her neck with a sultry moan. The tip slid down her neck, in between her breasts, and further down her body. Her eyes shut as she guided the toy into place, securing it into the straps.
With her toy in place, she slid onto the bed and behind her partner. The wide-eyed mare watched as the painted hands gripped her rear. Kneading. Spreading. Loving. Once more, both females began to pant, anticipation building. Instead of going right for the mount like a stallion would, she brought her head down. Thumbs gently spread the mare's pussy as she leaned in to nuzzle the soft petals. She worked her lips against the silky folds, ignoring the increasingly frequent winks and dribbling honey. Gently, tenderly, she licked across the folds. She had tried the taste of a female before, mostly licking her own juices from her fingers, and never found it to her liking. But this. This was like sampling a fine wine. When the mare winked again, Amanda wrapped her lips around the female's engorged clit and sucked gently. Just hard enough so that when the muscles relaxed and the bead slipped away, her mouth popped off it.
"Please hurry up!" squealed the other mare, hips bucking back towards her. Amanda was in agreement, unable to wait any longer. Even so, she still refused to simply lurch forward and hammer until they were both raw.
After giving the snatch one last lick, she rose up onto her knees and moved in. Her focus boiled down to just the two of them as Clyde's mottled flesh approached the madly winking lips. A gentle tap of fake flesh against the real stuff made the mare buck again, slit winking. Amanda pushed in right as the flesh pulled up, catching the squirted moisture on the toy as she plunged it in. The mare grabbed at the pillows, squealing as the simple act of penetration set her off. She snorted, her own hips jerking forward in response to the mare's reactions. Her wider hips smacked against the female's upturned rump, grinding Clyde into those juicy folds. There she held herself until the mare calmed. "Should have called you Banshee," she murred, dragging her nails over the woman's arched spine.
Then they started, still not resorting to the mindless rutting. Amanda started it with a short buck. Her partner responded by pushing back. Together, the mares found a pace that they both liked. Toy slicking wetly in and out of folds, it's base slapping against Amanda's own winking petals. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against the female's bare back. They were both eager, grinding and huffing as they worked with one another. Wet slaps, solid thumps, and the occasional squeal filled the bedroom. Under it all was the rhythmic creaking of the her bed.
Amanda's head spun, the mare having to cling to both her partner and the bed or else she might fall off into space. She had tried pegging before, but nothing could compare to this. Her eyes closed as she buried her nose into the mare's neck. She wondered if she could return to her normal sex life after this, or had this life changed her? She wondered what the mare was thinking, or even who she was. Just as quickly as the thought formed, she discarded it as unimportant right now.
She was distantly aware of the mare moving under her, pulling away from her embrace. There were some words spoken, which were lost to her, but the meaning was enough for her. Her partner welcomed her with open arms, pulling her back down. Their breasts pillowed against each other as she was drawn back into the welcoming folds. Lips locked as her thick thighs drove her against the clinging mare. Legs locked around her waist as dull nails dug into her back. She wrapped her arms around her partner, holding as tight as she dare. Their tongues wrestled both inside, and out of their mouths when they came up for air.
They rolled over after some time, the smaller mare pulling away with a whinny. Amanda was treated to the unforgettable sight of her partner tossing her head and calling out like a feral mare as she bounced on the toy. Like a dolphin, she only stayed up for a moment before diving back down. Limbs tangled once more as lips flicked against each other, tongues sharing the taste of alcohol and mare juice.
Time lost all meaning to the pair. The world boiled down to the bed first, then their bodies, and even that was lost to them. Back and forth they rolled on the bed. Covers and sheets were kicked aside. Pillows fell to the ground and were lost. Amanda found herself on top briefly, hands latching onto the headboard to give her more force. Legs brushed against her side, then chest. Then she was back on bottom, an eager muzzle wrapping around her nipple as the mare pushed against her. A hand brushed over her belly, then somehow wedged itself between the loosening strap-on and her body. Fingers stroked her petals before diving in. Her back arched up as they slipped in, massaging against her walls just so. The mare's body pushed down against her, seeming to drive those fingers deeper. There was another squeal, one which she joined in as her world exploded.
Silence fell over the pair as they collapsed on the bed. Sweat foaming their hides as their lungs fought to draw in enough air. The fingers withdrew and were pressed against her lips. She was dimly aware of licking at them, sharing them with the other female. The smaller mare tucked against her with a contented sigh. Amanda embraced her, nuzzling into the flaming hair as the night finally claimed her.
In the afternoon light, her bedroom looked like a war zone. The bed looked like it had exploded, and there were things knocked off their shelves across the room. It was going to be a bitch to clean up everything. But, she thought to herself as she sipped some coffee, it was well worth it. Her ears twitched back as the shower cut off in the other room. Her cheeks colored briefly, thinking about the kiss she and her partner had shared in the bathroom. It had almost tempted her to join the mare, despite having just showered herself. But her hangover demanded a cure, and coffee was a good start.
Her other ear flicked at the sound of hooves clopping towards her. "Got some breakfast sandwiches downstairs. They work wonders for a hangover." "Thanks, my head feels like it's going to split open." Amanda turned towards the mare, eyes going wide. Becky grinned sheepishly at her, toweling her hair, which was still tinted with the dye she used. "I won't tell Mom and Dad if you won't?" A smile tweaked at the corner of her mouth. "I won't, as long as you accept my punishment." The younger mare straightened, ears lifting as she returned the grin with a smile of her own.