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>>42484254 (OP)
DO IT AGAIN SHERMAN BURN THE SOUTH DOWN, LAND FULL OF TRAITORS

>>42484254 (OP)
poni is not for slavery

Pony is spoiled!
SPOILED!

>>42484275
How do you see behind all that mane

>>42484613
Do you want to see behind all that mane?

The pony uprising has begun
Hoomins will relocate snacks to a lower cabinet OR ELSE

I would love to use Twilights tiny little 3 inch cock as a dildo anytime I want

I'm doing the final edit for this update, posting in the next couple of hours! Exciting times ahead.

> When the word came that the traders would be arriving, life in the camp kicked into a high canter. Everywhere Thistle looked someone was smoking meat, or scraping fur off leather, or sewing.
> Janus' forge could be heard almost day and night, the hammer barely resting between him and his apprentices. They were on track to use up all of their ore before the big day, which was just as well. Salki expected that the bronze weapons would be their best goods for trading.
> Knives and axes only, though. He wasn't prepared to share the secret of the bow, at least not just yet. It was unlikely that the Ulan-Zuk would have done the same, and the use of arrows in combat would give their two clans a distinct advantage against any others.
> All in all, the bustle was exhilarating, even if it meant more work for her too, but there was one part of the preparations Thistle had been dreading.
> The Circle Hunt.
> She'd seen much, and gone far in the year since her first time. She'd done things, both the kind she was proud of, and those less so. She'd skinned and cleaned, and cooked small critters.
> None of it had really prepared her. When the moment came and she stood between Rangi on one side, and Saule on the other, she went right back to the same place: horror and disbelief. It didn't help that this time she knew what to expect.
> However hard she'd tried to get out of it, there was even less chance of that than last year. The clan had endured losses, and every member who could so much as stand and walk was needed.
> She'd prepared as best she could, by having Rangi wrap a thick leather strip tightly around her head to cover her ears. She had Darkhan make her a mask, which she'd filled with ground flower petals and affixed around her muzzle.
> Those were the most problematic senses. She couldn't do much about her eyes, but she was lucky in that regard with her poor vision. The last piece of the puzzle was touch, but her winter shoes were too cumbersome in grass, so there was no helping it. Once again she would have to use her bare hooves to kill.
> Taste, she thought, would not be a problem.
> A few nomads laughed at her appearance, but Thistle ignored them. She lowered her head and squared her shoulders as the hunt began.
> They began to move and she felt a touch on her back. A quick glance showed that Rangi had his hand on her. That wasn't quite right, and he should have been walking a few steps away. As it was, the gap between him and the next nomad was too wide.
> She pushed down the feeling of gratitude and jerked her head at him, hoping Saule wouldn't notice. He gave her a blank stare, and she made a little shooing motion with her hoof.
> "[Back in your place!]" Saule bellowed, making both of them jump in alarm.

>>42485391

> It would have flattened her ears, were they not securely tied down, and it sent Rangi scurrying back. Thistle sighed inwardly, regretful that his hand was gone, but somewhat calmed by the fact it had been there in the first place. Perhaps, out of all of them, Rangi could be made to understand how she felt.
> The young man had become a lot more affectionate toward her ever since their time away. She'd stood firm and hadn't allowed anything else to happen between them, but that didn't seem to deter him.
> Whenever she was still for more than a few moments, Rangi would find himself nearby and he would contrive to touch her in some way. Whether it was a casual hand, placed on her withers, or his knee pressing against her side, or even his fingers, running through her mane to pick out bits of twigs and leaves.
> She couldn't say no, not when the attention felt so nice, and not when it seemed to make him happy. Eventually she might have to reprimand him, or risk Saule getting suspicious, but it wouldn't be today. After the Circle Hunt, she would need someone close to her. She would need someone to hold her through the night. Perhaps it would keep the nightmares away.
> This time, she didn't think she would care what Saule said.
> The mare swallowed a nervous lump and glanced to either side. She'd been unconsciously keeping pace with the two nomads beside her, and they were gradually drawing closer as the circle tightened. She looked inward, but the thick grass and the bushes still hid any animals from her eyes.
> She should have been able to hear the rustling of little critters as they ran from the nomads, or smell the sharp, if tiny, scent of their fear, but for now her preparations were working.
"Oh, Celestia, please let it be over quickly," she prayed, her voice barely above a whisper.
> In a way, knowing what to expect made the whole thing worse. The anticipation, the memories of the bloodbath which was to follow, the fear of her own cruelty to come; it was all twisting her insides into knots and sending her heart into overdrive.
> She was surprised the nomads around her hadn't commented on the rattling. She focused on her breathing, which was the only thing she could do. In, and out. Steady. Out and in.
> The first kill she could see happened off to one side. She didn't recognize the nomad thanks to her blurry sight, but she knew it was a youth by their size, and she could clearly see the flash of gray and the splash of red.
> Thanks to the leather strap binding hear ears, she didn't hear the thud of the stick, or the screech of the animal, whatever it was. That was a small mercy.

>>42485394

> The inside of the circle was getting more crowded. Even with her poor eyes she could see the movement of the grass and the occasional glimpse of a furry body as it bounded away from them.
> It wouldn't be long before she would have to act.
> Perhaps the only consolation was that the circle had become small enough for Rangi to put his hand on her back once again. They were walking side by side, and his touch brought some much-needed calm and comfort. A quick glance at his face showed her that he wasn't too enthusiastic about what was about to happen either, but a determined set to his jaw said he would do it nevertheless.
> It was important for the clan. Their best meat from the past few weeks of hunting would go to the traders, so that the people could get those supplies they couldn't make themselves - salt, and spices, and grain. Beer, and burlap, and weapons.
> No, not that last one, at least not any longer. Still, they would trade their best cuts of meat, and the finest furs and leathers, so the people needed new fare to replace it. The Circle Hunt would give them small critters, both furry and feathered, whose meat the traders wouldn't deign to take, and whose skin was almost useless for leather. It would tide them over until the hunters had had time to work once again.
> More than that, it was a tradition. Thistle had a sinking feeling they would do it even if they didn't really have a need for it. It was a rite of passage for the young, and a fun diversion for the old. It made sure the people - all of their people - would know how to kill. They wouldn't grow soft and gentle.
> At least that was how she envisioned it. Maybe it was just a natural delight in killing things smaller than themselves. Nomads were strange creatures, very unlike ponies. Even now she sometimes didn't quite understand them.
> "[Soon. Prepare yourself,]" Saule ordered from her other side.
> Thistle cast her a quick glance. The woman was ready with a thick cudgel in one hand, and a spear in the other. Her eyes were scanning the brush in front of them, looking for the first creature to try and escape in their direction.
> They continued their slow plod onward, until there was no more space between them. Thistle saw nomads leave the circle and follow behind, ready with their weapons in case anything slipped past the line. She didn't know how these were chosen. Perhaps it was completely random, and whichever nomad reacted first got to leave their bit of the circle.
> If so-
> She let her steps slow, hoping that Rangi and Saule would close rank in front of her. Before she could fall back, however, Rangi's fist gripped her mane and tugged.
> Saule reacted too, quickly lashing with the butt of her spear against Thistle's rump. "[Keep up!]" she ordered.

>>42485397

> There had to be some reasoning for the nomads who left the circle, but this wasn't the time to try and figure it out. For some reason, both Rangi and Saule had decided that she would stay in. Defying the woman could be problematic later, so Thistle grit her teeth and plodded on.
> Death came more swiftly now. She could see the flash of a spear, or a quick strike of a staff or cudgel to either side. A rapid glance behind showed her that some of the children were already collecting the small scraps of bloodied fur.
> Then there was no more time for thought. A large, fat hare jumped right at her, and Thistle flinched away. It would have sprinted right through her legs, but Saule's spear pinned it to the ground. The mare couldn't hold back a small whimper, but Rangi was still holding her mane tightly and didn't let her slow down. All she could do was step over the unfortunate creature.
> She saw the vivid red drip from the tip of Saule's spear, even as the woman was already looking for her next target.
> Two other grey blurs bolted toward her at the same time as Saule lunged for something else. Thistle winced and closed her eyes, even as she felt the swish of Rangi's cudgel past her head. The wind of its passage ruffled the fine fur on her neck.
> There was a crunch, one she more felt than heart, and a splatter of warm droplets against her front. She opened her eyes in time to see the second hare dart between her forelegs. It barely got a few paces before it was pinned to the ground by an arrow.
> "[Kick!]" Saule yelled, her voice loud despite Thistle's bound ears. "[Help, or I will see to it you are whipped every day for a week! Willow will gladly do it!]"
> Coming from any other nomad, Thistle would have scoffed. Her position near Salki, Janus, and Darga made her practically immune to any demands or punishment others would come up with, but Saule had too much influence, and too much residual animosity over her husband. There was no doubt she would carry out her threat.
> By the time the next creature - a rabbit - came running their way, she was ready. Tears were already streaming down her face, but Thistle lashed out her hoof with deadly precision.
> She didn't have time to look at the result. More and more animals were coming out of the tall grass as the circle of people tightened. The first faint tang of blood seeped through her makeshift mask, and the shouting of the nomads as they killed began to pierce the wrapping around her ears.
> Rangi's cudgel took a fox, and Saule crushed a cat-like creature with her staff. A quick rabbit nearly escaped between Thistle's legs again, but she kicked out with her hind hoof and sent it flying, its back broken. She hoped one of the children would finish it quickly, but she didn't have time to look.

>>42485400

> More were pouring out of the brush and she had to focus, or Saule would certainly carry out her threat.
> The stream of tears ran down her face unimpeded, and she couldn't keep a low, mournful keening from her throat.
> She focused as much as she could on Rangi's hand, still in her mane.

> ~~~~

> There was a party after the hunt. Thistle didn't join it, at least not in spirit. She sat off to one side, staring at the bonfire and trying not to think, not to remember. She wasn't in the tent was because it was too dark inside. The memories would bubble up if she was alone, if she didn't have something concrete to look at.
> Dark and alone, neither of which was a good idea right at the moment. At least here she had others around her. Their joy at the bountiful haul was wrong, as were the smells of cooking meat, and the sights of nomad children running around with bones in their hands and grease stains around their mouths, but at least something was happening.
> She shook her head in a vain attempt to dislodge the bits of gristle and dried blood sticking to the fur on her face. She couldn't help but be conscious of it. The problem was that her hooves were worse.
> At least her suffering wouldn't last much longer. She saw Rangi walking her way, finally free from the work Saule had set him after the Circle Hunt was done. He looked even worse than her, with blood covering his arms and face, and his clothes stained with entrails.
> She didn't wait for him to reach her and stood up to meet him halfway.
"[Let's go,]" she ordered coldly.
> He didn't complain and easily fell in step with her as she led the way out of the camp. The stream was quite a distance away and it was dangerous at night, especially now with all the fresh meat and gore the nomads had tracked from the killing grounds to the place where they had washed.
> She didn't want to see the aftermath, so Thistle aimed for a different part of the stream, hopefully further than the 'hunters' had been willing to walk.
"[Grab two torches and light one.]"
> Rangi looked around, unsure. There were none in sight and if he entered a tent he would be risking a beating if someone thought he was stealing. She rolled her eyes at him.
"[Run back to Saule's tent.]"
> He hurried away and she continued in on the same heading. There was little doubt Rangi would be able to find her, and it would be even easier once she left the camp. Dark didn't bother her, not if she walked slowly and carefully. The direction was a bit harder, but she glanced at the half-full moon and the lights behind her, and struck out. The river was quite hard to miss.

>>42485404

> After a while she heard running footsteps on the grass behind her. Soon Rangi caught up, breathing heavily but not obviously tired. His torched cast a circle of light around them, but plunged anything beyond into an even deeper darkness.
> It was worth it and the fire would scare off any would-be predators.
> They walked in silence until she heard the burbling of the water.
"[This way,]" she said simply and turned toward the noise.
> Not long after she could smell the stream, too. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of river rocks, and of moss, and wet mud. Clean smells, or at least much preferable to her own coat. Not much longer now.
> Without having to be told, Rangi stuck the lit torch in the soft ground of the bank and left the other beside it. She waited for him, then waded into the water.
> It was barely a creek, hardly reaching above her knees, which was why she needed a nomad with her. More precisely, she needed someone with hands.
> Rangi yanked his foot wraps away, then followed her into the water. A slight hiss escaped him at the cold, but the mare was beyond caring. She needed to get clean. She had to remove the evidence of the brutality, the violence and death she'd inflicted that day.
> Maybe once she'd washed it off her, she could begin to heal from it.
> Impatient, she began to scrub at her foreleg with a hoof. It was slow and difficult going, but she couldn't wait any longer. Rangi, intuiting what she wanted, splashed over to her and cupped his hands full of water.
> "[It is cold,]" he warned her.
"[I don't care. Wash meeeee- gah!]"
> She'd put a lie to her own words when the liquid splashed down her back. It made all her muscles go rigid and immediately sent her shivering.
> Summer was near, but the nights were still cold and the water was freezing. She grit her teeth and began rubbing her forelegs clean once more.
> Each time Rangi let a handful of water run down her coat she stiffened, but eventually she got used to it and her reaction lessened. Once her fur was thoroughly soaked, the nomad began to scrub his fingers through the fluff on her chest and neck. Those were the worst places, and even in the faint torchlight she could see how the stream ran red.
> "[Here, this will help,]" he murmured and pulled out a misshapen white lump from somewhere in his clothes.
"[W-W-What is t-that?]" she stammered through clicking teeth.
> "[Soap.]"
"[Where did you get that!?]"
> It was a highly prized thing, at least among the women, and a lump that large would have been very expensive.
> "[I took it from Saule's things. We will put it back when we are done. She won't notice.]"
> Thistle hoped the woman wouldn't. The punishment for this would be a severe beating for the youth.
"[Why?]"

>>42485410

> He froze, then reached out to cup her face with his free palm. "[You deserve to get clean. I know how you hated the Circle Hunt.]"
"[How do you know?]"
> His voice was barely a whisper: "[I was watching your face.]"
> Despite herself, the words sent a small flush to her cheeks and, perhaps, made her feel a little less cold. When she didn't have any other objections, Rangi began to rub the soap against her fur.
> It was poor quality stuff, crude and unscented. That was to say, it smelled of animal fat, and wood ash from which it was made, but it foamed a little and helped the dirt and blood wash away a lot more easily. Even better was the way Rangi worked his fingers deep into her coat to work out the most stubborn filth.
> Almost unconsciously, she leaned into his touch and the impromptu massage. Her eyes closed and her own efforts to scrub the mess from her forelegs stopped.
> His hands began to wander, first down to her barrel, then up to her withers. He lathered up her neck and carefully massaged the foam into the fluff on her face. Just as well she already had her eyes closed. He began to work her mane and she lowered her head to make it easier for him.
> After a while, even the cold water stopped bothering her. Her hooves had gone numb, but with four legs she wasn't in any danger of falling over. Her tail swished every now and then, and her ears flicked when Rangi's fingers brushed against them.
> When it was over she nearly sighed in disappointment. She opened her eyes in time to see Rangi put the block of the soap back to wherever he'd kept it. That gave him the use of both hands to begin cupping water again. She steeled herself for the chill just as he began pouring it over her.
> The stream looked like it was full of gore, but the current was carrying it away, to be replaced by fresh water. She noted how Rangi was careful to never cup his hand where it was filthy.
> Eventually, gradually, she began to feel clean. Once her face and forelegs were scrubbed and rinsed, she thought she could call herself 'pony' once more. She was freezing, but it was worth it.
"[Are y-y-you d-d-done?]"
> Rangi took a step away and inspected her critically. "[There is some on your belly, and in your tail. Do you want me to-]" he didn't finish the sentence.
"[Do it.]"
> Despite being used to the cold water, Thistle couldn't hold back an indrawn hiss of breath as he splashed a handful on her lower belly. There was hardly any fur, and the freezing liquid felt like a dagger stabbing into her sensitive skin. Moments later it was followed by his hand, almost as chilly as the stream.
> She barely even registered that he was rubbing her teats, focusing only on standing still so he could work.

>>42485414

> His hand patted her rump. "[Crouch down. Put your tail in the water, it will be easier.]"
> Rangi made sense, so she obeyed and lowered her hind end carefully. She didn't want to dunk her belly into the stream. "[Good,]" he told her and she froze.
> All she felt was some tugging as he scrubbed her tail in the water, then he patted her croup once more. "[Done. You can get out.]"
"[T-Tha-Thanks!]"
> She didn't wait and hurried out of the stream. Once she was clear, she shook herself off as best she could. Fur would need a fire to dry, and even standing right next to the torch didn't bring any real warmth. She looked longingly at the camp and considered heading out, but remembered that Rangi still had to get clean.
"[Wan- want me to h-help you?]"
> "[No. Wait, take my clothes.]"
> She waded back into the stream, stepping carefully on the stones with her numb hooves, until she was next to him. He piled his leathers on her back until he was naked, and she quickly averted her gaze. Luckily she needed to focus on where to put her hooves on the way back, so she wouldn't spill everything into the water.
> Once she made it back to the torch, she found a patch of dry grass and dumped his things there. She sat beside the small pile of leather and waited.
> She tried to keep her gaze averted, but her eyes kept being drawn back to the bathing nomad. He was moving quickly, with an occasional grunt or a hiss, and she couldn't see a lot of detail in flickering torchlight, but one specific detail stood out to her.
> He was rock hard.
> An unbidden thought rose up: had she done that to him? Was he affected so simply by touching her?
> It was at the same time a nice, warming idea, and one she couldn't entertain. It was wrong as long as she could order him around.
> She kept telling herself that, but she also kept looking. At one point she realized she wasn't even trying to avert her gaze. Even more, she caught glimpses of his eyes, and he knew she was watching.
> Was that making him take longer?
"[Hurry up before you freeze to death!]" she order with more bark in her voice than she'd intended to put there.
> Rangi didn't reply, but he splashed a few more handfuls of water on his legs and began to walk out of the stream. As he came closer, she saw more of him, and more clearly.
> Only then did she remember to look away, but it was too late. Her face was quite red, very noticeable even in the faint light of the torch.
> "[Let's get warm together,]" he told her with an entirely inappropriate grin.
"[No.]"
> "[There is no one here. No one will know. Come, do that thing with your tongue.]"
> His scent entered her nostrils and she sensed the heat coming off him.
> She had to remain strong! Resolved! It was wrong! It had been wrong during her heat, and it was wrong now!

>>42485417

> The gentle touch of his palm against her muzzle startled her, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let him turn her face to him.
> *It* was right in front of her, stiff and throbbing with his heartbeat. She glanced up and sought out his eyes.
"[It's wrong-]" she began, but her voice was weak and faded away before she could even finish the sentence.
> "[It's good,]" Rangi countered.
> The memory came back, unbidden. His hands all over her. His touch on her teats. It would be so much better without the freezing water.
> She couldn't fight it any longer.
> She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

>>42485419

Wow, it's been so long I just *had* to put in a bathing scene. Also a lewd scene after this (sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger). It looks like our little Thistle is going to have some fun next time!

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Here is a final present from tourist anon.

>>42485423
The checklist is important. Clean the pony and tuck her in.

>>42485423
>Mehr Mare + bath + Leeds
You spoil us AWF. Welcome back

bumpan to read

She's learning the family trade

>>42486900
>I don't need safety gloves! Because I'm Homer Sim-!

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>>42486913
Those safety shoes are OSHA approved

>>42488208
I want to pet these cheeks so much, it's unreal

Rose

With the rise of pony pets, do larger shopping centers provide stalls while the owner is shopping?

What if the pony develops a human cum allergy?

Very Flutters. Yes wow

>>42492974
Cum somewhere else then, just not inside

>>42496075
Anon, allergy is not limited to one spot.

>>42496590
I thought the floor or a condom is outside those limits

>>42497354
>condom
ew
>just not inside
>floor
I thought you meant on her body by "not inside".

>>42497493
Master is a nearly homeless alcoholic?

>>42497493
>5 score divided by 4
I wanted to read this, then I saw its 300k words. I'm too ADHD to read that much.

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I hate that fucking watermark

>>42499150
>watermark
Especially on an aislop image.

up

>>42500328
What's her story? Born tired, or just looking like that?

>>42500599
Master did not let her sleep all night long yesterday.

A cute!

Containment

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>>42502276
>has a phone
She will be fine.

>>42504259
I love when mares have eerily skin-toned coats

>>42485419
>traders would be arriving
Mayor will get her hopes up that the traders will know any info about Rainy Day.
>None of it had really prepared her.
What more preparation does she need after killing a man with a single kick and organizing the massacre of a whole clan?
>cover her ears, make her a mask
So, she asked to be covered in dead animals, to don't hear/smell dead animals?
>A few nomads laughed at her appearance
She is a few thousand years early with the kinky cosplay.
>Saule bellowed
What's the point of her ears being covered if she can hear perfectly?
>lot more affectionate toward her ever since their time away
Who could blame him?
>before she would have to act
And capture a rabbit to be her pet!
>but Saule's spear pinned it to the ground
No pet rabbit for Thistle today.
>Kick!
Why can't Saule kill it? It's already shot.
>stream of tears
Saule is one cruel woman.
>Let's go
Bath time!
>Wash meeeee- gah!
Thistle needs to invent hot tubs.
>Soap
This is new!
>It was a highly prized thing
It's pretty easy to make.
>How do you know?
Dunno, maybe the mask, the ear covers or the shoes?
>He was rock hard
In this cold bath?
>Come, do that thing with your tongue.
Heh.
>It's wrong
Ah how the roles reversed. The humans were the ones saying this previously.
>She closed her eyes and opened her mouth
Either lust or regret won.

Thanks for the update!

>>42504832
How much for the pizza and her?

>>42485419

> She accepted him into her mouth and closed her lips around his shaft. He was warm, with a slightly tangy taste. Rangi had washed himself, but not quite as thoroughly as perhaps he'd thought.
> Thistle didn't mind, though. She liked the flavor, so unlike that of a stallion, and particularly that of another mare.
> Her lips quirked up in a smile at the thought: Now she needed a nomad woman to complete the set.
> Rangi let out a mixture between a tiny whimper and a grunt as her mouth enveloped his member.
> She could feel him twitch against her tongue and knew he wouldn't last very long. Not after so much time without release. That was okay, though. She knew from experience that he would be ready to go again very quickly, especially if she turned around and showed him what she had to offer.
> A familiar, welcome warmth began to spread through her own body, concentrated around her midriff. It had been a long time for her, too, and she'd missed this. The time during her heat didn't really count. That was just mindless, animal lust.
> This was qualitatively different. She was doing it on purpose, sharing something deep and intimate with another person. She couldn't hold back a little answering moan of her own.
> Her tail swished aside and the chill night air touched her already-damp entrance. She paid it no mind and focused on what she was doing. Without her heat, she could focus on doing it *right*!
> Just to reassure herself once more, Thistle opened her eyes briefly to look at Rangi's face. He was watching her, a happy smile of anticipation playing across his lips. That was enough for her, and she concentrated on her technique.
> Her tongue wrapped around his member, tightly enough so she could feel his heartbeat. Then she pushed forward until her muzzle touched the patch of fur on his belly. It made him whimper and she answered in a soft, gentle moan through her nose.
> After that she sped up, just a little. She pulled back until her lips closed around the very tip, its mushroom shape stopping him from sliding out completely. She flicked him with the tip of her tongue a few times, then eased herself back down.
> His hands found her ears and his fingers dug into her mane. He didn't force her, but there was a definite pressure. She obliged and moved a little faster, letting him guide her speed and rhythm.
> "[Oh fuck...]", he moaned helplessly. "[Yeah. Good.]"
> She couldn't reply, so she tightened her lips around his rock-hard member and ran her tongue up his length. She tasted a bit of salt and paused for a moment. Was he coming already?

>>42508221

> The press of his hands became more insistent, and Thistle resumed her bobbing up and down. Rangi couldn't help himself and his hips began to move, probably completely without conscious control. She let him do what he wanted and followed his guidance as he thrust deeper and deeper.
> The head began to hit the roof of her mouth, so Thistle adjusted her angle to allow him deeper. Each push was accompanied by a little slurp as she tried to keep from drooling too much.
> She'd been right, and Rangi didn't last. His little whimpers became more urgent, and his fingers dug into her scalp as he pulled her down on himself. She obliged and let him hold her there as his dick stiffened. She though the head enlarged a little, too, although not as extremely as a stallion's would.
> A moment later he breathed out in a half-moan, half-sigh, and she felt the wave of his seed flow up his shaft. It veritably exploded against the back of her throat and she tried to pull back just a bit.
> Rangi wouldn't let her and his grip on her head became almost painful, so she gave up. A few spurts and she had to swallow noisily, or risk it flowing down into her larynx and lungs.
> A few more squirts later, Rangi began to relax and she was able to withdraw a little. She kept a tight seal with her lips, but allowed him to rest against her tongue as the pulses weakened and the spurts became a slow dribble. That was what she'd wanted all along - to taste him.
> She let the seed pool on her tongue and held it there until he was done. It took long seconds, but the orgasm gradually petered out and Rangi removed his hands from her mane. It was a signal that he was becoming very sensitive, so she carefully opened her mouth and let him out.
> They were both breathing heavily and she became aware that her own juices were dripping down her hind leg. She was winking, back there, and the heat had driven away any last vestige of chill. She felt that urgent need, that emptiness inside her which simply had to be filled.
> It would take a little patience though, so she resisted the urge to spin around and present her slick and ready marehood for him. Instead, she opened her eyes and gave Rangi a wide smile, making sure to show him everything she'd kept in her mouth.
> He though she was about to spit it out, so he stepped aside, but Thistle closed her mouth and swallowed as noisily as she could.
> "[Ewgh. That tastes terrible!]"
> Instantly her ears perked up and her smile returned, even wider than before and definitely on the nasty side.
"[Oh? How do you know that? Ever tried it?]"
> Rangi blushed and looked away, which told her everything she needed to know.
"[Nothing wrong with being curious. You didn't like your own taste?]"
> He mutely shook his head.

>>42508225

"[Well, I like the taste. It's not *delicious*, but it's not bad either. Anyway, we're not done yet, right?]"
> A little bit of his smile returned. She looked down and saw that he'd gone limp after his orgasm, but not entirely flaccid. The next orgasm would take some serious doing, but that was just what she wanted. She brought her face closer and touched it with her nose.
> The contact, however gentle, still made Rangi pull away. She remembered enough of their prior encounters, even through her head-addled haze, to know that he would be very sensitive for several minutes, and after that he'd be able to go again.
> She needed to keep him in the mood, and she needed to relieve her own lust. Luckily she knew how to kill two birds with one stone. She turned to her side, bringing her rear within Rangi's reach. She flicked her short tail against his legs and reached up with a hoof to grab his hand.
"[It's your turn,]" she said in a low, sultry voice.
> He didn't resist when she pulled his hand to her rump. She couldn't reach far enough to push his fingers against her hot, needy marehood, but she was confident he'd figure that part out himself.
> For a few moments, all he did was run his fingers through her damp fur, but he was going closer and closer to the prize. She was sorry they didn't have a rug or a blanket, so she could lie down on her side and show him everything she had to offer, but this would have to do.
> She moved her hind legs a little further apart and raised her tail completely out of the way. She watched his member as Rangi's hand found their prize, and was delighted to see it jerk with fresh desire. He slid his fingers down the length of her lips to where her clit winked against him. The sudden touch made her breath catch, and she let out a shuddering sigh.
> Rangi felt his way back up until he touched her ponut, then went down again. This time he pushed a little further and his digits pressed into her folds. They were colder than her inner temperature, but that just made them all that more noticeable, and she couldn't suppress a tiny whinny of excitement.
> Encouraged, he went further and sank one finger into her as far as it would go. She felt it feeling around, questing against her inner walls, and she gave it a quick squeeze. It was nowhere near enough to fill her, but it was a good start and a promise of more to come.
> Unable to help herself, she twisted her head until she could press her lips against his already-hardening dick. There was still a lingering taste of his seed, which only served to drive her need further. She heard him breathing heavily as he poked and prodded as far as he could reach inside her with one digit.

>>42508232

> For a moment she considered telling him to use more fingers, but his dick twitched and pressed against her lips as Rangi bucked his hips and she though of something better.
"[Take me,]" she said.
> It was a command and brokered no argument. She stepped forward to pull away from his hand, and the finger slid out of her with a faint feeling of regret that it was gone. That only spurred her to turn around completely and present her wet, winking pussy to the man.
> She watched as he raised his hand to his nose and inhaled her scent. Her breath caught as Rangi tasted it, and the mere sight of that made her wink and some more of her fluids dribble out and down her hind leg.
> There was something incredibly hot and primal about the sight of him enjoying her taste in turn.
> She didn't have time to think about it any more, though, because Rangi placed both hands on her croup and closed the distance between them. He was already stiff again, and didn't even need a hand to line himself up.
> The head of his dick pressed against her, and with the most minor shift it penetrated into her.
> That first thrust was slow and cautious, exploring both their limits. It drew a joint groan from their lips and Thistle's turned into a soft moan as Rangi bottomed out.
> "[Fuck, you're so warm,]" he grunted. "[You're so warm inside!]"
"[Yes! Don't stop!]"
> He pulled back, then slammed back into her. All notes of careful hesitation were gone, and a small cry escaped her at the sudden rush of pleasure. His member wasn't as long, or as thick as a stallion's, but it filled her in all the right ways and pushed against every sensitive spot she had.
> His sack pressed against her clit, and his dick teased that special hidden spot inside her passage which made thought impossible.
> She couldn't help the way her insides clenched around him each time he began to pull out, as if afraid to lose him forever and determined to keep him inside through grip alone. Every new thrust spread her a little wider, penetrated a little further, made more of her secret juices gush out around him.
> She was aware of every little breath of air against her wet fur, of the cool grass against the frogs of her hooves, and of Rangi's fingers griping her sides.
"[You ca- can- you can lean on me,]" she breathed urgently. "[Push on my back!]"
> It would make the experience that much stronger. There was something about the mare body which needed to feel the weight of the stallion rutting her. Rangi obeyed and placed his palms on her back. He leaned down into her, taking the pressure off his legs and transferring it to her.
> The feeling pushed deep buttons in her mind, and pure euphoria flooded Thistle. Her mouth was open and her tongue lolled out as she let out rapid, panting moans.

>>42508238

> In moments the pleasure built up, as did the pitch of her cries. She was winking with every thrust now, and her insides began to spasm rhythmically.
"[Yes. Fuck! Don't stop!]"
> It was all she managed to say before her whole body seemed to lock up and she came. A gush of her fluids splattered against Rangi and it did make him pause for a tense, lustful moment, before he went back to pumping.
> Her moans were outright cries now, interspersed with whimpers, as wave after wave pushed her climax higher and higher. Something deep and primal in her had its claws in her body and she grit her teeth in an effort to quieten herself.
> Thistle's very skin felt electric, and Rangi's hands on her back were the source of it. That, and his length inside her, sent jolts of pleasurable shock from her rear to her head, and back.
> It went on for a while before it subsided, but the feeling didn't vanish. It stayed there, under the surface, waiting to be let out again.
> The way Rangi was going, it wouldn't take very long. She was extra sensitive, feeling every inch he was pressing into her, feeling where it slid against her passage, and how the head spread her apart. She even felt every touch of his balls on her winking clit, and the tiny movements of his fingers as he maintained his grip and balance on her.
> Was he even touching the ground with his feet anymore? Thistle didn't care enough to look. He wasn't heavy, anyway, and she welcomed every pound.
> Were his thrusts getting more urgent already?
> She concentrated on the feel of his member as it slid almost completely out and then hilted fully inside her. She wanted to come at least once more before he did. She pressed her ears back, bit her lip, and focused on feeding that building feeling inside her.
> The extra sensitivity helped, but something else would be even better.
"[Rangi!]" she breathed out.
> "[W-What?]" his voice was ragged. He was breathing heavily and grunted with every push as he exerted himself.
"[Lean forward. Bite my ear!]"
> His stroke slowed in confusion. "[What?]"
"[Just do it!]"
> After a moment she felt him shift. She lifted her head and leaned back as far as she could, hoping it would be enough for him to reach. She sensed his breath first, tickling the sensitive fur. Then his lips wrapped around her ear. A moment later his teeth bit down, gently and gingerly.
"[Harder!]"
> He obliged and the tiny pinprick of pain, the weight on her back, and the pressure of his member, still inside her, combined to drive her over that cliff once more. She shuddered and moaned out, loudly, as she came again.
> The cry made Rangi pull back and begin to apologize: "[I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bite you that hard! You said, and I-]"
"[Shush!]" she managed.

>>42508242

> He was still, waiting for her to stop squirming. More of her fluid dribbled out, but the orgasm wasn't as intense as the first one. Still it took long seconds before she could speak again.
"[That was good. I'm okay! When you- when you finish, I want you to bite me again, the same way, but harder. Okay?]"
> "[You ponies are crazy!]" Rangi commented, but there was laughter in his voice. He settled back down on his feet and began to pump once more. "[Not long now,]" he told her.
"[That's okay. Whenever you do. Just- bite me again when you do.]"
> She closed her eyes and began to focus on that inner feeling. It was subdued now, but still there. With luck, if Rangi lasted long enough, she would be ready. The feeling of him twitching inside her, his teeth on her ear, and his weight on her back would get her there again.
> This time she was sure. Rangi was speeding up, his thrusts becoming jerky, urgent. Each time there was a little slap as he hilted inside her. His grunts were becoming louder and more insistent.
> Not much longer. She bit her lip again and thought back to the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of his seed, and the pulsing as he spurted down her throat.
> That image brought her closer. She thought about his hand on her teats, and his fingers pressing briefly against her ponut. She concentrated on the little noises he was making, and on the way his fingers moved and pressed against her rump.
> He was about to spill his seed, and it would be inside her. The thought alone made her let out a little whimper.
> "[Al-Almost...]" Rangi moaned.
"[My ear.]"
> He didn't need a reminder. A few more jerky thrusts, and Rangi pushed forward once more, He slammed deep into her, and she felt his dick stiffen and pulse. She urgently leaned back as far as she could and his mouth found her ear. The same one.
> His teeth clamped down and she felt a little trickle of blood as he pierced the skin. The pain, something a stallion would do in ancient pony times to keep her still while he bred her, spoke to something primal inside her.
> They came together. Her insides milked the cock in her passage even as it twitched and squirted out his seed.
> She could feel the heat of it inside her, pooling somewhere deep and intimate within her.
> Both moaned in pleasure, and her ear slipped from Rangi's lips. She didn't mind and let her head sag, even as Rangi almost collapsed onto her back.
> He was as light as a feather to her, and the added warmth between their bodies extended her orgasm by a few precious seconds.
> They were both breathing heavily by the time it was done. He was still inside her, but she felt him softening and slipping.
> "[Fuck,]" he swore. "[That was...]"
"[Great.]"

>>42508246

> He pushed himself up with his hands and allowed his member to slide out, followed by a mixture of both their fluids. She could hear the distinct dribble on the grass under her.
> "[We'll have to wash again,]" he observed.
"[We will.]"
> She turned around and stepped closer. His dick was already half-erect, and dripping with juices. She quickly took it into her mouth, savoring the combined taste of them both. Rangi let out a small hiss and his hands went to her cheek, but he didn't push her off.
> After a few seconds, she let him out with a small pop, then licked her lips. Before he could really react, she was already walking back to the stream.
"[Come. Wash me again, but only back there. It's too cold for more.]"
> He followed her wordlessly, his feet splashing in the shallow water.
> This would complicate their relationship, but Thistle wasn't regretting it. They'd have to be careful so they aren't caught, and it would be very hard to do during fall and winter, but they would manage somehow. If their encounters were rare, that would only serve to make them more special.
> The fact that he was *technically* her slave would mean more complications, but she definitely couldn't say that she'd forced him to do anything. Not now, and perhaps not even during her heat.
> He'd literally walked up to her naked and slapped her in the face with his dick, for Celestia's sake! If that didn't prove he wanted her, what would?!
> Their lives would get more complicated, but also more pleasurable, even if they had to keep up the act in front of all the other nomads.

>>42484254 (OP)
Kill all slavetrannies
>>42508238
end your life gay faggot

>>42508249

There we go. A fun one to write, but it did get a bit steamy there.

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