.Its My Life. .Meg.

[Hazel]

Conquistador
No silent prayer for the faith-departed

He snorted, that stupid mare, he didnt even get her name, just a kick in an unforgivable area. It shook his confidence quite a bit, he needed a mare, one that couldnt go against him like the large brutish bitch had done. She would regret it, but in due time. If Conquistador could be bothered, he could cause more pain than she had caused him, but at the moment, he concentrated only on finding a vixen. He reared in fustration, looking about the hroizon for another unsuspecting mare. He couldnt see anything, but he didnt have the best eye sight. He threw down his pillars, marking the geo with his tunderous anger. He began to gallop, tossing his mane and crest outwards, screaming out for any mare that happened to be in the area. A small one, that would be best, one that couldnt deniy him, one that would writhe in agnoy as he thrust within her dainty hole. He laughed to himself, as he often did, and slowed. Maybe there was some mare looking for 'love'? They wouldnt find it here, but they would find lust, and perhaps a babe if they were lucky. Conquistador had no idea how many foals he had, or even if he had any, as he never stuck around long enough to find out. His perfect mare would ne barren, small and good looking, he would stick around forever, having the best time any horse has had in eternity. He grinned to himself, his dark bay pelt shaking happily. White flecks scattered around his crest and his pillars were stained translusent. His face bore the marking of a lighting bolt down the center from his forelock down to his maw. He stood, serpentine twisting and turning, waiting for a mare to answer his sex craving crys.

[ One word -- Crap ]

[Meg]

.lady gwen
pays a visit to her well known corner.

The petite little painted mare galloped eagerly to this new lands. She had just arrived from her last "appointment" with a rather large steed that had caused her some pain, but much pleasure. She was sure she could find better though. These stags these days, all they wanted was slow sex, love, and a child to come after them. Couldn't they just be happy with a rough, one night stand with an infertile petite mare? She opened her eyes a little wider as she almost stumbled into water. This sucks, the land was two inches deep in water. Trudging in it, she kept her beautiful blue and brown eyes wide, looking for a steed that she could please for the night. Her long black tail drapped over her rump, her scent released deadly into the night. Her white frame, black rump, and black face was really quite stunning when it was stretched onto a petite Arabian mares body. She was young, she was beautiful, and she was infertile. Who wouldn't want a mare like this?

She strutted through the waters, her long white legs uncurling from beneth her into a rather sassy walk that made her rump sway from side to side, her long tail high in the air. She nickered impatiently when she still couldn't find a steed. She stood for a while, her blue eye and brown eye looking curiously around her. The wind buffered up her black and white mane, tossing it to the breeze. Her scent scurrying up with it. She stretched, her long, but petite body leaning out and back. That last steed was heavy, making her muscles ache. Plus he made her do some of the work. But that was fine, she still had pleasure brought to her tiny 15 hand frame. Her dished skull looked around, her white chin moving as she licked her lips, waiting for a call of a stallion. Suddenly her skull whipped around to a scream of a desprete stallion. Ah, the scents of the mares all around him had finally driven him out to call the Lady. With a half wild and excited scream that released from her own maw, she spun and galloped towards his call. She could already tell by the pain and desperitation in his call that he would be rough, painful, and long lasting so she could get more pleasure then before.

Galloping up a lulling hill, she spotted her steed in question. She almost buckled at her knees when she saw how B I G he was. She trembled with excitment as he galloped to her, knowing she was about to be drug to the ground by him and raped. She would love every second of her tiny vigina being ripped and torn for the pleasure of herself. Standing tall as she could, which wasn't easy for her tiny frame, she lifted her tail staight up into the skies. Arabians had that gift. Her oh so sweet scent traveled out to him, as she reared slightly and came down to meet him. Her seductiveness playing in as she came clashing to him and paused beside him. She didn't waste time in touching him softly, her already hot and heavy lyrics spilling out of her lustful and sinful mouth, "Oh lover boy..." (what is up with the lover boy?!) She flaunted her long petite body out, her tail still high. Her eyes were clouded with despration that he also had. She couldn't wait as she pawed the little ground and puddle that was near. She batted her eyes, as she waited to see his reaction that a Lady had come to his calling.
[occ; I gave you a pic of her so you know what she looks like. But there is going to be a photo manip of her soon.]

[Hazel]

Conquistador
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd

He snorted, waiting for any mare to pass by, any mare that he could sink his claws into and use. It was driving him mad, being so alone, knee high in murky waters, without a soul to mount. His talons forced him to pace back and forth, like an aggrivated tiger, locked in a zoo, lusting for his freedom. Audes perked high upon his crest, as his sight wasnt so good he was forced to listen out for any signs that another was passing by.

Atlast, the sounds he longed to hear came forth, bursting through his drums in a slow, rythmis pattern. Hoofbeats drew near in a speedy gallop, he could tell for by the second the beats grew louder. Serpentine twisted and a blurred patched figure came forth towards him. She was a small beast, a full three hands smaller than him. He knew, as soon as he saw the pretty creature, that he was going to have a alot of fun. He grinned and arched his own crest, yet it was no match for the petite arabians sloping shoulders, lustful rump and lifted banner. Just the sight of her banner being so high was enough to force him to skip a heart beat, he scent made his madness all the worst. Forcing his eyes down upon her, he smiled. He could tell that she was alike him, desperate for a one night stand. And, indeed, the sun was getting low, red sky matched the atmoshere around the duo. He licked his lips happily, thanking the devil for his sinful gift.

He edged towards her, his chest close to her ebon face. He reached down and hissed lowly in her aud. "Shhh...Theres no need for words my pretty..." He nuzzled her face, leading from her mug up towards her forelock in a gentle sweeping motion. he knew already that the mare would give him what he wanted, so why not build up the atmoshere with some foreplay? Reaching below her crest, he lipped along her boa from her chest right up to her forelock. He nibbled her locks happily, moving ver so slowly around her. He allowed his musky testosterone scent leak forth from his own pittsas he rubbed his sides against hers as he took small, slow steps, edging around towards her rump. As he did, he nibbled across her crest down the center of her mane. He changed quickly, his gentle lips evolved into serpents daggers, stabbing at her pelt, nipping her harshly upon the rump. He was getting closer to her entrance, he was sweating, the exitement building up already. Audes were high, his weak eyes focused only upon her vagina, its small hole forcing him nearer like a nail to a magnet. He could feel his own instrument rising, ready top greet her with full force.

[Meg]

.lady gwen
you say you wanted more.

She flurished before him, standing next to him, she realized what she was really in for, and it scared her for a moment. She almost flashed back to her past, before her mother abandoned her for her dreams. Her dreams to become a whore that satisfied others. Her mother had told her that just because she couldn't bare a child, didn't mean she had to throw her love and life away. Fuck her, this was Gwen's life now! She was a Lady! Purring gently to him, she felt him slidle next to her, his warmth towering over her petite, elegant frame. She knew he lusted for her, she knew he thought she was beautiful. She knew that he wanted her as bad as she needed to feel him thrusting deep and sinfully into her.

She shuddered as he began to play with her, touching her face, caressing her chest to her boa. She closed her eyes, a soft needing moan slipping from her maw. She nickered softly and willingly stepped closer to his nibbles that soon lead to harsh nips that sent electicution shocks down her back. She arched her back, her scent pushed out of her vigina and out to the air. She played back, her sinful desires to make him beg aroused with her heated pleasure. She nibbled on his underbelly, stepping back until she was by his rump. Her dished skull under his belly, and she nibbled in small nips around his privates. She licked once and then twice before bringing her head out from under him. Her eyes glistened with desire.

She felt him rub up against her sides, their heated bodies causing friction in the air. She felt him edge back to her rump, and she whickered with pleasure that she knew that she was going to get what she wanted. And soon. She flicked her long tail over her rump, flicking it in his face. Her skin shivered with excitment as his nips got rougher, stabbing into her skin and breaking the flesh a few times for droplets of blood that only brough her more excitment. Once he reached back there, she waited for him to come crashing down on her petite frame. But he didn't. Looking back, she saw he was looking right at her hole, almost like he was seeing if his tool would fit in the tiny space. Or maybe he was planning something else? A wicked look crossed her face. She wanted to move this on, and she knew he wouldn't let her out of his grasp without fucking her. She stepped forward away from him, like she was just walking away...

[Hazel]

Conquistador
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down

He lowered his head slowly down towards her opening, grinning slyly. He felt her nibble at his underside, no other mare had been as intimate with him before, he quite enjoyed it. His crest strentched out and a moan escaped his jaws as she got close to his crayon. He eased up quickly, getting back to the take in hand. Lowering his maw for a taste, he reached out to her hole, but not before she stepped forwards. Second thoughts? She didnt have a choice in the matter. Biting down upon her banner, he lifted his crest and pulled back, she was going no where. He nipped her harshly on the rump to show his dominance over the tiny figure, his commanding stature arching over her. He let his taste buds sail free as he lapped at her vagina. She was small and tight, she was going to be in a alot of pain. Perhaps she would bleed, the thought brough pleasure tingling up his spine.

He finished with his mock games. Now for the final score. He wouldnt settle nicley upon her like a gentleman. No, this bad boy wouldnt stand by and let a mare go first. He was his top priority. He reared with an echoing whinny and landed upon her rump. Clawing his way over her frame, he clamped his daggers around her barrel and grinned. She was small and easy to grip. Oh how much pleasure he was about to have. He began to nibble at her spine, but only to announce what he was about to do. His crayon hard, he leaned backwards then, with all his strength, he thrust forwards and attempted to get inside of her. He managed it, not too easily, and went only part way inside. Satisfied, he let out a low moan and began to move outwards slightly, allowing more room to rplunge forth once more, seeping deeper into her. Everythime her thursted he got a little deeper, inching inside her ovum...

[Meg]

.lady gwen
so what are you waiting for?

She had stepped away, when he grabbed her and pulled her back into place. She smiled with pure glee and a soft squeal traveled through her. She felt him nip her harshly on her rump, showing "who was her daddy", and she lowered her skull to the ground, nibbling at the debris. She pawed, waiting. Then her head lifted high and a nicker passed as she felt him lap at her. Something like this had never happened! She moaned and stepped backwards towards him, almost loving the way his tongue brushed against that sensitive spot, and she opened herself up a little, her juices flowing as she drapped her tail annoyingly in his face. She knew what he was thinking as he paused in his gentle licking, he was thinking of how small she was. She knew he would be bigger then the last stag, and she grew with buzzing excitment through her hair.

Finally she whipped her skull back and stomped her hoof, she was tired of waiting! Then she felt his presence leave for a moment, and braced herself. She was well practiced for this type of thing as he crashed down on her petite frame. She noted how well he seemed to just "fit" with each curve and line to her body. Like he was a twin to her, she was accutally more comfortable with him on her, then the last stag. She felt his hard groin crash against her and she shivered. Feeling him push away for a moment, she felt his hugeness stuff inside of her. She smiled and lowered her skull to the ground. With each thrust, she moved with him. Something a mare would never do. She found it brought more pleasure to a stallion. As she moved, each thrust brought her breath out in a pant and almost a moan. Finally she did her trick, pausing as he pulled back for a thrust, she moved forward a bit, and as she felt him gathering momentum to thrust forward, she shot back. A loud scream echoed out, and blood ran. This was a sacrafice for more pleasure and a better climax. She felt him slide fully in her. She panted as she found he slid back and forth easily, now he could build them up. He long tool deep inside her, and the blood began to come less. She sighed, her body trembling with excitment for the rest, now that she had gotten him all in her. Amazing as that is, but she had talent, all stags had to give her that.

[Kindred Blue]

++ DID I TELL YOU?
i don`t want to die but you`re such
a poisonous climax

Trot trot trot. The noise echoed through the lush fields, pleasant and just like freedom in a single noise. It was something of a shame that Magellan wasn't the one making the noise.

The large stallion was sitting comfortably in the long grasses, his mind having already convinced him that today he was quite a small pony and couldn't be seen over the foliage. Of course, he was very easily spotted (all 16 hands of him), but he wasn't to know that. He was a pony today.

And ponies liked to ride.

Magellan was pleased to see two such ponies ahead of him, 'riding' one another, so to speak. His gaze had been fixed on them for some time, the sight somewhat arousing to him as they danced around one another perfoming foreplay that interested his small mind and made him lean in for a better look. He couldn't see the details but oh! - The noises sounded satisfying and the stallion couldn't decide who's place he'd rather be in, the mare's or the stallions.

With each thrust he felt himself wince, yet his own 'baby making machine' wasn't feeling the same - it was quite enjoying itself, extending slowly to its full size and hardening, filling itself with the pleasure of simply watching. A lust, a desire, rose within him fiercely and he ached to use the anger, trade it for pleasure and pain. It was a shame she wasn't a virgin, oh, he would have attacked her if she had been; there was a special kind of pleasure from taking virginity, from ripping the insides of a mare and being the first to show her real pain and real pleasure.

Touch me, touch me! His body cried and he looked downwards at himself, raising an eyebrow and feeling proud of his own size (after all, for such a small pony he had a rather large package, wasn't that an oddity?). He dropped his head down to the hard object that was so attached to him and draped his long tongue across it, pleasuring himself because she was clearly too busy to do it herself (or even he, the stallion, was too busy to do it himself) and shivers of glee ran up and down his spine as the sexual yearning pounded harder - so feriouious that in one swift movement Magellan moved his head and bit down on his own leg, only slightly managing to silence the deep, heavy moan that was released.

Everything was porn, and filth and greed. But who cared?

YOUR LOVE IS WAITING___for a deepthroat
(so go down, honey, you've
nothing more to do)

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[Hazel]

Conquistador
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake

He snorted, his crest twisted upwards, his jaws were wide, screaming forth uptowards the heavens. Audes pressed firmly against his crest, but his acute hearing still listened to the mares moaning. Her sounds brough a satisfied sigh to his features as he trust harder and faster each time her slid slightly out. When she performed her 'trick' he himself for forced to moan, not in agnoy, but pleasure. A hot fluid leaked from her gap, seething over his crayon and down the insides of his legs. His crest crashed down, biting the mare harder than before. He kept hold of her skin, helping himself perform more powerful thrusts than before. His back legs trembled under his own wieght, the pressure the mare felt must have been much worse. He leant onto her, pressing against the small of her backbone, his fangs attempting to rip the flesh from her back just to calm his own desires.

He snorted, hot steam emitting onto the sunsets gleaming rays. The red light surrounded them, expressing thier passion and intimacy. Unlike others, he wasnt tired easily, and though nearing climax, could hold on long after his seed was released. He trusted his own tool that it would not fail him this time. He panted, sweat clung to his chest and sides, a sligh foam was frothing up in his mug, trickling down the outside of this throat and onto the mares pelt. He shuddered as he felt the climax begining, his thrusts deepened, pressing into her tender sides, sinking as far as his large size would allow. Being an 18hh clydesdale had its advantages and disadvantages, but he wasnt sure which this counted as. He was causing her pain and her was bigger than most, yet he couldnt quite get fully inside her. Determined to put his size on the posotive side of things, he backed up his crayon then burst inwards with full force, feeling the end of the chamber as he did so. He pushed harder, harder, trying to break her seal, trying to rip her insides, to show how painful lust could truly be. As he did so, orgasm began and he burst forth, his seed spreading within her like the pleasure, getting inside to her deepest, darkest areas. But he did not stop. He continued to thurst, his tool still firm and at optimum size. He letout a loud groan, his eyes wide and clearly enjoying the experience. She was the tightest femme he had mated so far, and she was the best. Not like the others, going against him, but rather helping him maintain the pleasure and the fury of his blows.

Head slid slightly to the side as he spotted a stag watching them in the grasses, sitting rather strangly. He watched as the brute, though he was slightly blurry in his optics, lower his crest and begin pleasuring himself. Pervert, thought the stag, but realy didnt care if the stranger used the pair for viewing purposes. He would have been lying if he said he had never done it before. He laughed sullenly, shreiking out as he continued to get deeper, trying to force his way through her tender barrier.

[Hazel]

^{[ Kin, thats so wierd... makes me even more scared than I was...*grabs Unna* Nooo, pedo! ]}

[Meg]

.lady gwen
our sinful act is almost done. or is it?

She heard him moan with extreme pleasure when she did what most mares would never do, bring pain with pleasure. That is what she was made for, to bring pleasure to stallions from all over the world, and get a fun ride while she was at it. Her flesh felt torn as he bit down harder after she had torn part of her vigina to stuff almost all of him in. That sexual need, that was drivening her to do more things that a mare had never dreamed of. She felt him press into the smalls of her backbone, she could feel his tools outer parts jamming into her as hard as it could. She shuddered and flung her skull back to the skies, her body shaking with excitment. She wanted more of him, more of his jammed into her, filling every crack, every corner of her. She began to thrust backwards as he thrusted forwards. She was going to help him get all the way in. That was final, she wouldn't leave him in peace until that was done.

She began to shake as an organsim flittered through her, but she held it off. He was doing something and she knew it as she felt him press against her walls. Finally he withdrew and then with the most momentuem and thrust she had ever felt in a stallion, he shoved into her. She felt him expand to release his seed, and she immediately tipped over into an organsim as he spilled his feritle seed into her inferitle body. She groaned out, her whole body quivering as she lifted her head back in a pure grimance of pleasure. Blood not only ran from her vigina, but her lips, where she had bit down to keep back the screams of pleasure but pain. She felt herself spill out her own fluids, making her walls almost more lubricated. And she began to swell up on the insides, her muscles tightened around him. She was almost begging for him not to stop. She didn't know if he would, most stallions stopped after they had came, but he seemed to have other ideas.

As he continued on, pushing through her know swelled and tightened up even more vigina, she moaned out. Her insides were always sensitive after an organsim. She shivered with pure delight as he still pounded into her. They were still going to try to stuff him all into her. She mainaged to do what no mare ever does, stepping her hind legs futher apart for better entry and a stronger stance, she tightened her muscles in her vigina, almost telling him to hold on. Arching her back, she made it so he could curl right up in her so much easier, and then she lifted up on her hind end. Standing on the tips of her hooves, so all he had to do was drive furiously down into her. Still her back was arched, and she began to thrust backwards on him harder then before. She didn't care if he became in pain for her small size, she didn't get a rats ass. She was here for the pleasure. Anyway, small is better then a large hole, more fun. She didn't know if lifting up on her hind talons would work, but she tried. She was a small mare, yes, but she was strong enough to hold a draft horse upright on her back, and on his tippytoes. She allowed an excruicating moan to slip from her maw as she felt him bump against the back of her wall. All stallions needed to be this big, some where never this big and they couldn't reach even a few of her good spots. This stallion hit everyone as she rocked back and forth with him.

[Hazel]

Conquistador
Come baby, hurry, we dont have time

A snort emitted wide nasels as he fought is insides for breath. Chest heaved as the steed thrust forwards sharply into the tiny hole of his victim. Well, she wasnt much a victim; you cannot rape the willing, as she saying goes. She was more a volantary lover, a whore just looking for a good time. And she was having one, her groans and painf filled shrieks told him everything. Pain means pleasure, and there was plenty of it for the both of them. So much, in fact, that even a watching stag could entertain himself with some horse porn. He glared sideways at the pervert and grinned, uncaring of wether or not he had an audience. It was certain that he was good, if, of corse, you were just judging on the mares reaction.

Crainia shook at her filtered the thoughts through his mind to rid himself of thier bugging tones. He concentrated souly on the job at hand; fitting his huge tool into her tiny vagina. Sweat leaked down, cooling his steaming flanks. His daggers gripped her as if he would fall of the very cliffs themselves if he did not succeed. He threw his hind quaters forwards in powerful, and sort of graceful, strokes directly towards her hole. Audes perked up a little, wanting to hear her scream in agony. He would make her, eventualy. She would scream he ripped her insides and tear through her spine. He felt her bleed under his jaws, he simply lapped it up then grabbed for another spot to allow him to get deeper within her.

As she arched her back and lifted her daggers he groaned in pleasure, feeling himself more able to slip inside. As she liquidised her ovum he sighed, feeling relief as the deed was simplified. He fit his back comfortably over his, hes daggers still touching the ground but not by much, he had no time to wander how she managed it, she must have done such things with many stags before. As they say, practise makes perfect, and Conquistador had been blessed with alot of practise and a huge crayon size. He hissed as he seeped deeper, deeper, loving the way she pushed back into him as he thrust towards her. He groaned in satifaction as his jaws let go of her nape and lifted back, stretching upwards as far as he could go. One final thrust sent a shudder down his backbone as he refused to go out any longer. He just pressed forwards, not exiting but only moving forwards, both mare and stag were determined for him to fit fully inside, no matter what. He pushed, sweat dripping down his face, a light foam dripping onto the mares black rump. He used all his strength and it paid of, he felt a jerk, heard a tear, and looked downwards, his rump was firmly against her, his instrument was inside.

For a while, he wanted to savour what he had done and stay still, but he couldnt. He pulled back, then forwards, begining to thrust once more into the mare. Audes were high, waiting for the shriek of pain, if it would come...

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[Meg]

[occ; sorry for the wait!]

.lady gwen
you and me baby aint nothin' but animals...

She sighed, she was getting tired but the deed wasn't finished. She fell silent as she rocked back and forth with him, consentration filling her mind. She winced a few times as a hard thrust was jerked through her. She felt so full, every spot in her was screaming with pleasure and excitment. Her sweat mingled with his, her blood just seeping down her rear and her neck were he had clutched on to her. She lowered her eyelids with pleasure, pausing a moment in her rocking to and fro. She stood completely still, her back still arched and her daggers still lifted. She smiled innocently as she heard him groan deeply. This was her life, her job to make stallions feel so loved. She paused for a while, letting him take more control and more power. Then after a rest, she powered back up, forcing backwards harder onto his penis. She wouldn't stop, and her thrusts were faster and harder then her last. She jammed backwards, her tiny vigina screaming in pain. The few jolts of shivering excitment quivered through her spine, as she felt herself tip into yet another organsim.

She held it off for a while, but as he sank deeper and deeper into her just cause she was tipped up for him to come down on her. She moaned loudly as once again her body shook uncontrolably under him and her walls closed around him, clenching his huge penis as she shook and the organsim took her again. Her skull pulled back and a smile of grimancing pain and pleasure crossed her face as her muscles tightened and tightened around him. Making it even harder for him to push in. This organism was longer then the last. Her walls vibrated with the pleasure of it, surely bringing him pleasure. And she leapt forward from under him, lifting her hind quarters up to meet his penis in a hard thrust that plunged deep into her even tighter vigina. The flood gates opened again and she came all over again. Chuckling softly after her vigina was starting to soften and become wider with each of his thrusts, she was glad to find this stallion.

She felt his skin bristle against her, and she knew he was powering up all of his energy for a final thrust upwards and through her. She moaned softly as she felt him power backwards, and then with gathering momentuem she felt him slide up, his outer groin sliding against her rump and then she rocked backwards to greet him into her as his thrust was more powerful and full of strength then the others. She felt him push and shove all the way through, and a thousand needles stuck her as she heard herself rip as he shoved in. Another organsim came, it was only natural as she screamed in pain and then bucked backwards against him. She needed that pressure against her tiny hole, now stretched out and torn for his size. She felt herself fit snuggly under him, the arch of his underside and rump pushing against hers. Her skull stretched back, her teeth bared as she shook under him, her eyes closed in mere pleasure as the pain subsided and blood dripped down from her rear.

She felt him pause, waiting to savor the moment, but she didn't. She wanted to feel all of him in her still, shoving into her. Pleasuring every spot in her more and more. With a more loving and soft touch, she leaned backwards against him, and then rocked forwards to rock back again. Her vigina walls sensitive as she loved the feel of him. His hardness that bore down onto her. She shivered, the touch of him was something she wouldn't forget. Surely he wouldn't forget her kindness when he found something new to fuck? She felt him start to thrust again, and she moaned softly, rocking with him.

...so lets do it like they do it on the D I S C O V E R Y C H A N N E L.

[Meg]

[occ; bleh. Hazel, kin...reply?]