Whatever He Wants #1
#1 of Whatever He Wants
The church bell tolled the appropriate number of times to issue the end of the workday had come. With a final hammering of the cooling metal the equine blacksmith set aside the last iron-wrought nail in a leather bundle with the others. Wiping his brow he took off his hide apron, tossing it careless to the side before locking up the shop for the day and stepping in the bustling street filled with carriages and those passing by.
Kal was different than most stallions. For one, he was a shire, giving him a height advantage even over the tallest males of other breeds. Chest was barreled, a living embodiment of the 'barbarian' archetype one would find in old storybooks. Off-white coat was coarse and thick, longer tufts of less-stiff hair that swept over his hands and hooves in large tufts -- which of course made it difficult for the tailors to properly fit him. He was a brute of a male, there was no denying that.
The other thing that made him different was his outrageous arrogance. Years ago he would have been a warlord, more than likely. Commanding others to do as he spoke. In this time, however, that arrogance shown through his actions and words. Expecting everyone to simply do what he said without question. Even if that meant a bit of force was needed, getting in plenty of tavern brawls that ended with a single punch and broken teeth falling to the ground. When Kal expected something, the majority of those in town just conformed to his will out of fear.
What he wanted at the moment was normal. Something to bring home to complement whatever meal his mate would have on the table. The bakery was not far from his blacksmithing shop, run by a mare who was friendly to him and his wife. Even with all those terrible rumors about the big shire stallion the baker seemed to like him. Always making sure to have something warm waiting after he finished his day to bring home.
"Kal!" The mare exclaimed, sincerely pleased to see him, "I have some freshly-baked loafs your mate would love. Just out of the oven!"
The baker was a smaller female, compared to other females of her breed that was. A pleasant mare, an aura of childlike joy coming off her nearly all the time as she gladly put in each day's work without compliant. Lovely chestnut coat surrounded a well-shaped body, not overly slender due to her choice of profession. Breasts were full and pert, their shapeliness easily seen even under the modest dresses she wore. Her hips were full, obviously made to give birth to many a foal. A crime, the stallion often remarked inwardly, that she was married to a spineless rabbit that could never truly help fulfill that purpose.
"As you always do." Replying in his low-key, deeply-toned voice. His eyes flickering across her body for a moment. Shoulders flexed, silently remarking to himself just how tense he felt after a long, grueling day at the bellows. And how this small, barely-used mare would make the perfect depository for that built-up stress.
The mare baker went to the back of the shop before flashing him another naive smile, Kal following behind her with the ostensive purpose to take a look at whatever silly little thing she had baked today. Casually closing the door behind him -- the decision was already made in his head. And when those decisions were made, nothing would stop the actuality from taking place.
Fingers tensed, flexing for a moment as he waited for the female to turn around and start talking about how the latest batch of yeast was better than the last. The moment her back was to him the stallion was on her in a second, pushing her down against the baker's table, flour like dust as it rose up and surrounded her stunned expression.
"W-What... are you doing!" She screamed the last few words, the shock leaving rather quickly as a big hand engulfed her face, forcing it down to the table.
"Giving you something your small-dicked mate never could." Words spoken through clenched teeth, easily controlling her attempted flailing.
The mare's dress lifted until it revealed her plump backside, flesh and fur kneaded against his callused padding, pulling up the chemise she wore as protection up over her tail to keep the fabric in place. The male's hoof slid against her own, using his tremendous weight to force thighs parted. She gave a cry as rough fingers manipulated her generous slit, roughly probing her body with a digit that was far thicker than her mate's cock.
"You're wet." The stallion laughed, grinding her body against the table as he toyed her with her clit, crudely shoving his thumb inside her constricting passage.
"Stop!" She was whimpering now, attempting a new round of squirming that was promptly controlled by the domineering horse behind her.
"Something tells me you have thought about this," The teasing was cruel, unbuttoning his rough workmen trousers, half-stiff cock bouncing out against her bare thigh. The weight his length cause her to stiffen up noticeably, having never felt something so powerful and warm against her bare fur. "Maybe alone, after your sissy mate humped away at you for a while, not able to feel anything. Imagining what the big ol' blacksmith would feel like instead."
"No! Never! I love my mate..." Her denial was pointless, the mare's words cutoff by a drawn-out moan, feeling the flared tip of the rock-hard stallion cock press against her tight slit, beginning to spread her to new limits without even an attempt at being gentle. He was using her body in the way it should be used, in a way that it had never been used before. The mare's dark brown eyes opening wide, feeling the amazing amount of pressure provided by the blacksmith, not only speechless, but thoughtless for a moment.
The ivory-hued stallion loomed behind her, making the mare look as tiny as a mouse in the shadow of the sheer breadth of his form as bulky hands held her ample hips. Nostrils flaring, giving a very feral-like snort as he forced her body to stretch and shape against the sensitive fleshy rod. In truth, the mare's arousal just making the act easier -- moisture felt against his swinging sac when finally bottoming out, her shameful lust dripping wantonly. Small equine body impaled, taken to her very limits, wide-headed cock-tip pressing against her womb. Though small of frame, her body designed perfectly to be used by a stallion of his size.
The baker wanted to say something, anything to dispute the obvious pleasure she was in. But nothing came. She couldn't speak anymore -- words would just be lies, anyway. She loved it, no matter how much this new sensation hurt. Muzzle hung open in heavy pants, now helping this assault by holding onto the edge of the table with flour-covered digits, bracing herself for what was to come. A mare wanting to be fucked by a stallion in the most primal way possible.
Kal was not a subtle male. There was no teasing in the way he pulled out, and even less when slamming himself back in her cunt with all his force. It was all about his pleasure, whatever she felt was secondary to that. Cock-tip buried deeply inside her, bouncing coarse-furred sac slapping hard against her clit as he grinded against her body, trying to get even deeper. It was all about his pleasure, yes; but coincidentally, that lined up perfectly to what the mare really needed.
Any pain she felt was quickly swept away in unimaginable pleasure that fogged her mind, thoughts of her mate all but gone. Full rump lively as it bounced back against the hard abdomen of the stallion, eyes rolling in the back of her head every time he bottomed out and ground himself against her.
"You're tighter than my mate..." He grunted, teeth clenched as he powered his way back inside her, the mare's cunt wet and noisy as his cock abused her.
"Don't..." The mare whimpered, able to blush even while being forcibly taken by the arrogant stallion. Her head lowered in mortification of his words, muzzle hanging agape in the abject pleasure rocking through her body.
It didn't take long before the mare couldn't even control herself, unable to even moan she began to gasp and tremble. He was hitting every spot imaginable in her body, every spot her mate could never even hope to touch. Every powerful trust felt world's better than she had imagined this carnal act could ever feel, and soon the baker was pushing back against him, wanting to feel every last inch he so willingly gave.
It was then she could feel it even before the stallion even moaned -- the throbbing of his cock inside her, forcing her over the edge. A whinny given by the tender little mare, finding overwhelming pleasure beyond anything she had ever felt before. Head rose, eyes rolled back, soon not even able to make sounds as it engulfed over her body like a wave, shuddering for mere moments before her body collapsed to the table.
His snorts were now animalistic, softness of her hips molding against gripping digits. Seed spilling inside her in measures greater than the mare had ever thought possible. Each throb washing at her insides with the thick warmth of his cum. And even as it slowed, and the stallion began to calm, still her cunt gripping against the stallion, greedily milking every last bit of seed he had to give.
Kal's breathing was heavy, pulling out of her now-gaping slit with an obscenely messy sound. Cock dripping with their combined juices, he turned her around, the female's back against the table, panting still. He was tall enough to be able to wave that softening equine member in front of her muzzle, juices dripping against her fur.
"Clean me off. I don't want my mate scenting baker cunt on me the moment I walk through the door."
She did so willing, but exhausted. Wanting to taste the tool that just gave her the most shattering climax of her life. Strong tongue wearily lapping up the juices from the flared tip before wrapping her lips around him, having never felt something so powerful in her muzzle before. Inadvertently she breathed deep, taking in a heavy lung-full of his scent. Again the whites of her eyes were prominent as they rolled back, his musk both giving her strength, and drugging her mind as she suckled and lapped.
"Hope your woman of a husband doesn't want to fuck you tonight," The stallion chuckled, enjoying the sight, though lamented internally that his hands had nothing to do. That was an easy fix, however; her dress pulled down to hook uncomfortably under her full tits as he began to knead and play with them, watching her submissively suckle him clean. "Your cunt has been ruined for him for the foreseeable future."
The mare's eyes focused momentarily, looking up at him confused as she toyed blissfully with the equine tool, rolling her tongue around the softening length. 'I have a mate?' she thought, not able to remember clearly, using the back of her clenching tongue to coax more of the delicious stallion cum from him as she felt his still-warm seed dripping down her thighs.
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Possible future cuckolding installments if people seem to enjoy the story.