`All is fair`

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Warning: Sexual content

Badabing. Badaboom. He entered these lands just as easy at that can be said. The strides of this stag easy going and glorious. Eating away at the grains of the beach bit by bit and spitting them out behind him once more. Underneath a smoothed and scarred golden coat rippled muscles of a fair size. Ah but of course, everyone knows the fair looking equines always have something wrong with them. What was his problem? Nothing serious, just a case of lonliness, resulting in him talking to himself. You'd be amaze of the things you can find out by doing that. "You know Zabuza, these lands are as empty as the last ones." He spoke outloud as he travelled. "Yes, why did we come here anyway?" Came an answer inside of his head. A simple case of mind versus body...

[Meg]

.lady gwen
my fair lady of all these lands.

She shifted her body elegantly between strides, her tail high in the air, her deadly scent creeping out and stricking the interest in all males around her. She was beautiful, the creature of the most purest innocence. Her curving smile, and her long curled eyelashes that left her one blue eye and one brown eye still beautiful. Her coat was mainly white, and her rump was black. Her face was black also, but her chin was white. Her long mane that hung down to her chest was splashed with strips of white and black, and it danced lazily in the wind. Her long black tail was arched high over her rump, spilling down the sides.

She walked with each foot in front of the other, her head held low, and her eyes looking sinfully forward for a lucky steed that would get her for one night. She blinked and paused for a moment, lifting her beautifully dished skull to the sky, allowing a few warm rays of sunlight to penetrate her body. She closed her eyes, and almost like she was shaking water from her mane, she shook it out, allowing the beautiful sunlight to pass through it and spill more light onto her pearl white chest. She was so beautiful in every line, curve, and stance. She just was too beautiful for these lands.

Opening her eyes lazily, she looked to the side, her skull cocked gently to the right. Finally, her eyes landed on a prize. A steed of quite handsome colors. He stood alone and seemed to be waiting. But whomever for? Ahh...Lover boy...lover boy. She chanted softly in her mind, as she put a eager look on her face and took a few steps forward. She looked away from him, but still her body inched towards him until she was at his side. She flaunted her tail about, that sweet scent burning out and probally to his nares. She lowered her eyelashes seducively and walked around to the front of him, where she proceeded to look him squarely in the eye. Her words tipped from her vocals, sweet and innocently. "Hello, lover boy. What is such a handsome steed doing here all alone with out a mare around him?" She asked softly, batting her eyelashes gently. She flicked her tail and kinda looked to the ground before looking up at him again.

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Nares inhaled deeply. Taking in the seductive drug of a mare's scent. Eyes travelled to linger upon that of ivory and ebony female. His harks turned a bit, tuning her in like a radio dial. "Oo look an admirer...or just a mare. But who cares, its still a mare." Said the pesky voice inside his skull. "He is simply roaming. Nothing more. And why is there no worthy stallion hanging by such a lovely mare?" His vocals rang out softly. Another flaw to him. He seemed so weak and like a little prissy stag. But no, never judge a book by its cover..or in this case you could probably say, never judge a song by its lyrics. Yes, that sounds much better.

[Meg]

.lady gwen
"Okay, say something." Finally we're alone!

She flickered her ears, and tilted her mug down slightly and took a few more steps closer to him. They were almost touching as she brought her mug within inches of his. Her eyes looked into his, her blue one and her brown one showing beautiful and crystal clear. She glanced down again, and giggled softly as she brought her mug closer and nibbled on his mug. She flicked her banner over again, flaunting her beautifully schulptured body out. Her dish face was soft in emotion as she still moved closer to him. She listened to his soft words, and allowed her breath to come steady and fast as she replyed ever so softly to him. "A lovely mare I am? Is that what you think? I am just coming to the most handsome stag I have ever laid my eyes on." She nudged him.

Stepping back, she turned around. Her rump was faced to him and her sweet sickly scent stretched out and clung to him. She wanted him. She was burning with sinful thoughts and lustful pleasures. Flicking her long black tail, she flipped it in his face. Teasing him. She knew he would want her. They always wanted her, who wouldn't want her? She took a few steps away from him, her rump still in his direction. Pausing she looked curiously over her should at him, and nickered a seducive call to him. "Oh lover boy..." She lowered her eyelashes and looked away. Stretching her front legs out she allowed her long, petite body to work it's seducive charms on him. She liked it rough, so if he tried anything, which she knew he would, she would play with him for a while. Get him all fired up and let him go.
[occ; I know it isn't my best, I am just learning how to bring her in. This is my first with a horse like her.]

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Zabuza looked down his nose at the mare, a smirk curling up on his lips. Oo she's a horny one, you hit the jackpot friend. Came the voice inside his mind. Ah of course, if he could he would be more than willing to jump on her back. But no, forcing is not what he did. He inhaled her scent once more, drawing him into a bit of a mental high. Aye, it is what I think. But I have met mares like you before..None as lovely as yourself. He said winking one of his chocolaty orbs. He drew himself ever closer to the small mare. He lowered his mug to her back and nibbled gently on her back, along her spine. Ah, the sweet seductive warmth of a mare's bodice.

[Meg]

.lady gwen
taste tests of boys from all over the world.

She felt her body tense and quiver from his gentle, playful touch to her back. She closed her eyes, enjoying everything about his touch that brought electrical shockwaves down her spine. It began to ache, and she arched her back with pleasure. Stepping away from him, she finally opened her eyes and looked at him playfully. Her auds flickered back for a moment as his words fell on her. So he did think she was lovely? But what else had he said? "But I have met mares like you before." Those words coursed through her and forced a wince through her painfully. She didn't even hear what he said afterwards about her being more lovely then the others. She looked away, her plan forming in her mind. She could play him, and make him think that he had hurt her, which he had a little, but in the end she would get him.

Stepping farther away from him, she looked up at him with hurt in her beautiful eyes. She raised one dainty hoof to her chest and held it there. She looked at him for a while, before huffing softly, "I'm not like other mares. And I guess you aren't for me." Turning away, she hobbled slowly away. Her beautiful dished skull lowered and her long mane spilling over her face elegantly. Each step was slow and delibrate. Her tail was held down to her rump, none of her sweet scent- also known as Love Potion #9, was closed off. She slumbered away down the beach, and paused by the waves that washed over her talons. She looked out over the waters, the night closing in and the cool air bluffering her mane up in the wind. She shivered, fakely of course to get his attention, and stood looking out. Would he fall for this false pain and come tattering at her feet? Would he come and "rape" her roughly? Or would he just walk away. There were always more steeds. But she wanted him.

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He looked upon her gently. His gaze like a soft blanket envoloping her bodice. Your going to let her slip away. Came the voice within his skull. Oh shut up. Zabuza retorted aloud. He made his way over to her with soft and steady steps. Oh now come on love, you know I meant nothing by it. I am positive none of those mares could amount to you even the slightest bit. Came his lyrics soft and sweet. He flicked his banner, running it over her haunches before it fell still once more. It was then that he planted a fairly rough nuzzle upon her boa, and lipped at her tassels playfully. Now, now, don't get ahead of yourself. Came the nagging voice within his head once more.

[Meg]

.lady gwen
"Doctor, you have an appointment with the fair lady at 10."

She heard him slomber back over to her, and her frown turned into a curving smile, but she was careful to make it not so happy so it didn't seem like she had planned this the whole time. Now she had him, just wrapped quite nicely around her little hoof. It's amazing what a petite, beautiful, tempting mare can do to a stallion in a matter of seconds. She felt him slid next to her, his warmth pushing against her almost cold body. Her auds flickered as she caught his near silent words. "Oh now come on love, you know I meant nothing by it. I am positive none of those mares could amount to you even the slightest bit." Aww.. He was so sweet.

He was prefect because he knew how to pick the right mare. "That is right, m'dear..." She said softly. She was even being to feel like she was getting hooked onto his spell. Something about this stag made him differnet from the rest, but yet so the same. I mean, who wouldn't want this young, pretty thing? She smiled sweetly and brought her head around to his mug. Her eyes shining innocently as she reached out to him. She felt his long tail slid over her rump, and that is when she knew that he was getting really close to her. She ached to step closer, but she would wait a second before scaring him. She didn't want to scare him, she wanted him to want her as badly as she wanted him right now.

She nickered softly as she felt his rather rough nuzzle fall on her boa, and she stamped one of her front feet softly in the sand. Her eyes closed. She couldn't stand his teasing! Her skin shivered lightly as she felt his breath on hers. Turning back to him, she looked at him with pleading eyes. Her tail was long ago risen back high and arched over her haunches. Her sweet, oh so sweet Love Potion filling the air. Touching him on the cheek, she slowly slid her mug down his face and down his boa and under his mane. She tickled him softly, most stags loved to be stroked like this. Finally she side stepped over, and her rump was pressed to his. She nickered again softly, almost impatiently. "Say you love me."

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Oh her touch. So gentle and alluring. Addictive almost. His skin shuddered with each movement of hers that lined his pelt. He flicked his banner upon her rump once more. Lining her pelt with the silky strands of black. Oh but why ruin it with words. He purred oh so gently in her ear. It was then that he decided to tease her some more. He nibbled at her softly. Love bites as they were commonly called amoung some societies. But to him, a meaning of sedution and teasing. A way to get a mare under his wing, and perhaps under more with a bit of persuasion. Though she seemed that she didn't require a lot, just a bit of play and they would be flying high.

[Meg]

.lady gwen
oh, why do you tease me so?

She felt him swish his banner against her again, and she moved closer to him. She nudged him on his shoulder, he was like a giant towering over her precious petite body. He would smash her! She feared this for a second, and then she knew that she would only like it more if pain was inflicted to her dainty body. She nestled into the form of his body and shuddered softly as his breath rasped over her. She was no longer cold, but quite warm. Her breaths came rapidly as she slide her mug up his boa and to his ears that she could barely reach. She breathed gently in his ears and nudged his cheek ever so softly. She spoke softly, her words barely heard as she gasped them out. "Let's just stop with the words..." And said nothing more.

She rubbed her hip against his, drawing his attention back there. Flipping her tail over his rump like he had done to her, she rubbed her shoulder then against him. Her scent was now the only smell in the air, it seemed to envelop them in a sickly sweet, lustful sins. She felt him nibble at her, and she closed her eyes, allowing her skull to tip up to the sky in pleasure. Turning back to him with heavy lidded eyes, she reached down and nibbled on his powerful chest. Her soft mane reaching up and tickling under his boa from the wind. She moved up his boa and nudged him at his jaw. She flitted herself all over him, she didn't know how much more she could take before she walked away. She just prayed in her mind that he was forceful and rough. It wouldn't be worth it then. Not just forceful and rough, but he would know how to draw it out for three times more of the pleasure.

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The nipping continued. He backed himself up a bit, nipping at her playfully with each step. His lips moving across her skin until after a prolonged bit he reached her rump. He nibbled teasingly at the base of her tail. Ah it seemed at the sinful moment had arrived. Their seductive attempts had succeeded to the fullest. He brought himself up onto his hind pillars, slipping himself onto her dainty hips. He pulled her back with his forelegs before locking them around her stomach. But before continuing he nibbled kindly along her spine.

[Meg]

.lady gwen
you just hit the spot.

She felt him going farther and farther back. He took tiny steps, each with many love nibbles with them along her petite, yet full body. Then he reached her rump, and almost like pushing a button, she lifted her tail even higher. She was now completely exposed to him, and her eyes were closed as she lowered her heavy skull to the ground. Her lips played with the sand at her hooves as she waited. She felt him nibble at the base of her tail and she allowed a soft moan to rise from her chest. Then it happened. She felt his presence leave for a moment, and then come crashing down on her. She was right, he was heavy and just having him straddle her right now was painful. He was big and heavy, oh the more fun! She was tiny, surely he would have more pleasure too.

She was drug a few inches back in the sand, her dainty hooves leaving lines as she braced herself. Once he was practically locked onto her, and she knew that he wouldn't come off until their dirty deed was done, she felt him nibble sweetly on her spine. This was the type of man she needed! Haha, she didn't need a man. That playful kitten rose and she let it take over her. She arched her back, and pushed against his genetials with her rump. Then she gave a little jump forward. She knew he wouldn't come off, and she was almost completely sure that he was hot and heavy for her by now. Why not make things more interesting by making him fight to claim her? She gave a rear, and then a very tiny buck that wouldn't hurt him. She looked back at him, and couldn't tell if it was making him angry or not that she wasn't going willingly, but she knew that he would get her. She fell easily just for the pleasure. Backing up as much as his heavy weight would allow her, she pressed against him again, arching her back as she felt him press against her. Tossing her skull high in the air, she let out a joyous whinny. Stomping a forehoof, she demanded.

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Ooc: had time for one last post

Oh how her moan just spurred him ever forward. Zabuza moved along with her every movement. Like dancing it was to him. He returned her gaze as she looked back. He gave a playful nicker. And as she fell he drug her back to her feet the best he could. They were just falling for him everywhere. (ooc: pun, couldn't help it) He pushed her forward to allow room to enter. He did so a bit roughly before dragging her back to him. It was then that he began thrusting into her, none to gently. All was fair in love, and as for the war..to hell with it. His crown rose high with the growing intensity of his thrusts. A slight moan slipped between his lips before he brought his crania down once more. Nibbling on her playfully, as he continued with the greatest sign of seduction.

[Crow'sia]

OOC; Sweet craptastical Jesus, I don't think NSE has been so graphic in this manner. Think Proboards okay with this? I'll check teh TOS when I get a moment, its been in a back of my mind for a long time.
Well, ya'll gave a warning. Gwen's a little slut!

[Meg]

[occ; Rotfl Crow! Hey! Don't be callin' my fair lady a slut!!! So we are all good, I take it? XD]

.lady gwen
you force me down.

She felt him shove her forward, and before she could refuse, he drug her back. She felt him enter into her, and she squealed loudly in pain. She was only a little mare! And she wasn't that loose! She felt her insides scream and rip as he thrusted roughly into her. In then pulled back a little, then shoved deep into her again. She clinched her muscles a little, tightening up around his privates that were shoved into her small vulva. Grunting she tossed her skull to the side, it hurt too bad! But damn, did it feel good! Her breath came out with each thrust in a heavy pant. Every thrust jarred her forward a ways, and then he was always quick to pull her back as he was coming back in for another thrust. She heard him moan, and she sent one out to him replying. She arched her back as more and more pleasure came as her tight vulva stretched out with each pounding.

Her eyes were closed as she lowered her skull to the ground. The idea came when the pleasure began to fade. She knew he was getting tired, and soon he would come into an organsim. Too soon for her, she wanted more. Suddenly as he pushed an extra hard thrust into her and she skittered forward, instead of letting him pull her back to enter her again, she waited until he was on his way back into a thrust to scoot back into his thrust. A sharp cry was emitted from her as she felt him slid all the way into her and farther. Her vulva felt torn as he pushed around her tight walls. Stamping her feet from the pleasure, she let her head come back and her whole body shook from the pain and the pleasure that was coming onto her. God she wished that all males where as big as him! Groans slipped from her maw as she shook and waited for him to claim her and tip her over the edge into extreme pleasure. Her skin was sensitive where he nibbled, each time he passed his lips over her hide, she felt jolts of excitment run down and butterflies twirl in her stomache. Still, the pounding and thrusting continued to give her by far more pleasure then anything could ever give her.