Keeping Warm (Open)

Idita had slipped from her herd to moment she was in heat. She had decided she enjoyed her youth far too much and was not keen on the idea of reproduction, so had taken her leave from the leery stallions in herd. Unfortunately, the two year old discovered that any stallion in a given radius wanted to stick in her and so she'd been living in precarious heights on a near by mountain.

With the cold setting in, Idita had been forced further and further down the mountain. The buckskin roan had had so much success with her own hermitude, she decides to take a chance and begin the trek back to her herd. She figured that by the time she got back there, her heat would be over. As for the threat of long stallions, Idita thought quite highly of her agility, and figured most would be spent from the season.

Jogging placidly along, Idita is not aware of any other horses nearby until she hears the loud whinny. She cringes slightly, as she had not noticed him, although he probably would have noticed her. Her dark legs and mane are stark against her roaning golden body, something that was far less camouflage friendly than the stallion's bay body. Deciding that no answer would be worse, Idita hurriedly calls out, "Don't mind me, just heading back to my herd!" Because maybe he'd leave her alone if he thought she'd wandered too far from home.

Idita was definitely not interested in slowing down. The theory of her pace was to hopefully discourage the bay stallion hanging around. But apparently that wasn't going to work, and the buckskin roan already knows she's get stuck between politeness and really not wanting to give this stranger an opportunity to mount her. Extending her lanky limbs a little more, she is sure she can sense something almost urgent about him, and it does concern her. His casual glances and politeness ease her slightly, but Idita is still not keen to slow down.

"Err..." Idita starts her reply, not really wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to engage with this tag along. With a sigh, she tilts her round-nosed face to glance at him. She doesn't return his smile, and tries to hide her uneasiness, although she does find herself naturally slowing down. "No, no we haven't," Idita is quick to confirm as her steps loiter to match his now. But the two year old suddenly realises, and tries to brush off the stallion as she quickly speeds up her jog again, "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush to get back!"

The ease that which he matches her pace nags on her mind of just how easy it would be for her to be over powered. He was much taller and much thicker than her, and although Idita still had a bit of growing to do, she'd still remain quite thin legged. She can't help but briefly imagine his weight could crush her and snap her back legs if he was on top of her, and the thought makes her tail twitch slightly. The cold breeze causes a prickle up her spine, and she cautiously glances at him with her amber eyes again, unsure about introducing herself in return. He wasn't pressing hard on her personal space, but the fact he still was keeping stride when she was clearly disinterested made her uneasy.

Idita is even more unsure about answering his questions. She wasn't a great liar, and she didn't want to encourage him with the truth. That was unless he respected her decision and would then leave her alone? She takes a while to think, and decides that surely the truth might be the best option. "I was hanging out in the mountains to avoid getting boned," Her eyes narrow uncertainly, and she quips back, "What are you doing out here?" Instantly, Idita regrets it, because she shouldn't be engaging, she should be getting home, and successfully not getting pregnant. But with her focus facing forwards, she doesn't see his wandering eyes, and she continues to jog on.

He could see the frustration in her face at the ease of his pace. He flashed her a grin to address the unspoken, as if to say ha, you can't shake me off that easily, try again. With his confidence carefully gathering, he waited for a name but was once again shut down. He chuckled under his breath before his ears pricked at her next sentence. This caused his chuckle to progress into a loud laugh, he found himself taken aback by her words. He shook his head "Forgive, I did not expect that sort of an answer." He continued to grin as he peered into the trees before him, clearly amused by the shock factor of such a sharp tongue on such a pretty girl. He put a slight bit more distance between them, adjusting his game plan slightly to suit her.

As she spoke again he turned his head to possibly catch a glance "The wild is my home, no rules or boundaries, no one to share with. Mostly the pleasure of being able to come and go as I wish, no commitment." He allowed the slightest hint of genuine emotion tinge his words ever so lightly as he spoke of his lifestyle, it was true that life on the move suited him. He smirked "Besides, herd horses are bland and pretty useless." He winked, offering her a challenge. He faked a yawn before picking up his pace and passing her, long legs extending into quick strides as he left her side to move ahead. Shortly after, he turned to watch her "I'm pretty savvy with these parts. I'd be happy to escort you home - to make sure you don't get..." He stopped to draw in her scent, watching her muscles move beneath her skin with each of her paces "You know, boned." his voice turned to honey as he uttered his final sentence, smiling innocently. He was going to make this little mare moan like she'd never done before.

The laugh that rumbles from him makes her frown, and she snorts at his apology. Idita is glowering over her shoulder at him, which means when he glances over, she quickly has to look away. However her face softens at his answer, and she is now more curious due to how genuine he sounded. An ear twists curiously towards him and she looks at him once more. The wild sounded great. But Idita wasn't sure she wanted to permanently uproot herself from her herd just yet.

However her more gentle, curious look is gone in a moment as he insults herd horses. She knows he's joking with his wink, but he is successfully pushing her buttons. "At least herd horses aren't scared of commitment," Idita bites back. If he was going to call her bland and useless, he was going to be called scared. His yawn irks her, and she pulls her head up indignantly, quickly kicking her heels up after him. The youngster bunny hops to surge ahead of the stallion, and she gives her tail a snap, before slowing when he's stopped.

She's still feeling burned by being called bland and useless, and his offer makes her turn up her nose slightly. He'd engaged her childish side, and she prances onwards. "I don't need your help," Idita insists, but her mind is caught on how he said boned. She almost falters but she does cease her prancing. Glowering over her shoulder, Idita frowns at his smile. Now she was torn between fun quips with the stranger, and the fact that he would be more than ample at boning her whenever he decided to use force. Her indecision makes her loiter now, with small walking steps, before finally saying, "But I get the fact you're lonely being out in the scary woods by yourself, so I guess you can tag along if you need to."

The grinned and snorted as she bit back, bowing his neck and kicking up his hooves to catch up to the agile mare. He tossed his head as he matched her pace, feeling a little more in his comfort zone now and allowing himself to proudly stride at her flank with a cocky swagger. He lifted a brow as she squashes his offer to help her before his ears pricked at the notion that he was scared. He frowned, pfft scared. His ears fell flat, feeling a little deflated at the fact that his beauty was so indifferent to his charms. He considered it for a moment... Yep, he liked it. His ears pricked back up as he watched her get away, smirking as his eyes traced the back of her legs, watching as her tail swept back and fourth just enough to be able to see the bounty beneath it. He felt the warmth of lust rush through his body and quickly felt his legs kick into motion to catch up to her.

He nickered playfully before speaking, his voice low and amorous but still keeping within their playful boundaries "Oh, yes," He began, returning to her side "I'm terrified, honestly. I need your help, I'm so lonely and scared." He smirked, winking "I can't imagine how scared I'll be by nightfall, you'll have to stay and make sure I make it through." He tossed his head before picking up the pace, little tufts of vapor lifting from his nostrils with each breath. He knew they were getting closer to a river crossing, if she had to cross, it was going to be freezing. He had to make up his mind before they reached the crossing as to whether it was worth diving into the freezing waters just by clutching at the slightest hope that she'd let him fuck her silly. Decisions, decisions...

Idita mimics the frown and flat ears he has at her comment of him being scared, before continuing forward, in no way meaning to be a tease when she flicks her tail. She keeps the frown though as Archer steps back up to keep her now considerably slower stride, but her ears loosen to flicker towards him. Yet she rolls his eyes as he plays along with her claim of him being scared, and she once more snorts away the wink he gives her. Idita had to work very hard not to indulge in flirty winks, and not send the wrong message. She had no intention of spreading her legs on her first season, but her youth made her extremely susceptible to manipulation.

"What do you expect me to do, hold you through the night?" She scoffs as Archer picks up his pace, although she continues to loiter. Glancing around, Idita's distraction had meant she was not paying that much attention, and at the sound of rushing water in the distance, she realised she should check she was still on track. She knew she crossed a river, but the chill in the air made her unsure about it. Archer had offered his expertise, and so as carelessly-sounding as possible, Idita asks, "So you know any shallow bits to cross at the river, Mr Savvy-with-these-parts?"

Archer rolled his eyes as the buckskin beauty continued to deflect his flirtatious advances. He was definitely usually in and out by now with most of the mares he meets in passing in the wild. Perhaps this is why she captured his interest so effortlessly. His ears pinned forward at her suggestion, although sarcasm dripped from each word the thought definitely provoked a little grin "Would holding me through the night really be so bad?" He poked "I promise, no boning," He said her word with jest, still finding the way she'd described it incredibly amusing "Well, unless you started begging for it and I just had to." He grinned and touched her flank with his briefly before distancing himself again, knowing there could be a bite in it for him "I'm a good guy like that." He winked at her, knowing it would piss her off just that little bit. Her scowl was starting to grow on him, it was kind of sexy. But maybe that was just the hormones talking.

He raised his brows at her next remark "Oh, herd girl doesn't fancy swimming?" He shook his head playfully, knowing he was definitely not game to get wet on a day like today, but she didn't have to know that. "Of course, it's a few miles east downstream. I would love to take you there - free of charge." He continued forward, breaking through the treeline eventually and setting sights on the bubbling river. He slowly paced forward, trusting the mare enough to not run off at this point to put her out of his sights for a moment whilst he drank.

Idita makes a disgusted noise as he teases her, and she is clearly unimpressed by the idea of begging for the bay stallion. To be fair on Archer, she would be disgusted by the idea of begging for anyone - her life plan included not getting pregnant, and she was fairly keen to stick to it. What she didn't stick to very well was her sassy confidence when he brushes against her. Swinging her head around, her scowl drops for a second to be bewildered as she doesn't get a chance to register the contact. It surprised her, and the fact she was still in heat and he was a stallion smacks her in the face, and her reaction is to shy away from the touch.

Reeling a foot backwards, Idita is quick to regain composure, keeping up a high head and pointedly looking away from him as he winks whilst complimenting his own personality. The contact had been sudden, but it had also been warm. The brief bump reminds Idita that she had kept solitude for a couple of months, and that other horses were warm. And although he could be potentially threatening, at the moment he wasn't. She's stuck in figuring out how much to trust Archer when he's teasing her, and she decides that he wasn't really threatening, and the bump had definitely not been something to worry herself with.

"Do you fancy getting wet in this weather?" She dryly replies, her scowl dropping as he bursts ahead, and she is quick on the uptake. Following through the edge of the tree line, Idita slows before him, watching as he went to drink, and taking the opportunity to study him. He was very well filled out, and she shocks herself when she realises she is checking him out. Trying to not appear flustered, she surges forwards and purposely bumps her shoulder against his rump (or just under due to height differences) before skipping eastwards a few steps. "Come on, we'd better get you across before you're paralysed with fear of the dark," She hollers, before taking a moment herself to quickly bow her head and take a few mouthfuls of the freezing water.

Archer lifted his head, beads of water dripped from his mouth as he paused mid drink to watch her dance away. The sassy little mare never ceased to amaze him, although he was definitely pleased he didn't get bitten for treading too close to the line with her. He shook the water from his face and with almost a skip he pranced after her. A moment later he paused and lifted a brow did I just skip? his eyes lifted to the mare a few paces in front of him and his brow furrowed. His teeth ground together as his pace slowed to a walk behind her. It was no more than a few moments later that the breeze gently carried a sharp reminder of why he was so giddy. Her scent was strong, he felt like it could have picked him up and just placed him on top of her then and there. Surely she should understand the mental and physical sacrifices he was making for her just to stay noble in her presence.

He sauntered forward to catch up to her Do you fancy getting wet in this weather? her words lingered in his mind, causing him the chuckle quietly under his breath. He definitely did, but not in the way she was thinking. Suddenly his ears pricked up "But I thought we decided you were going to stay the night so I didn't get scared?" He grinned, he wasn't going to just let her prance off into nowhere without a goodbye kiss. At this moment he touched his nose to her thigh "I'll be paralyzed with fear" he breathed gently against her skin before pulling away. It was at this point he felt that familiar feeling between his legs, getting so close caused him to lose that bit of control and his long cock hardened quickly beneath him. He cleared his throat anxiously before turning his attention to the river "Look, otters!" he said with as much excitement as he could muster. Who gives a shit about otters, but if they were interesting enough she might watch them for long enough to keep her eyes away from his monster erection.

Idita regrets holding him through the night when he brings up staying with him the night. She had trapped herself into his company over night if he wanted it, although upon further inspection of her regret, it wasn't anywhere near as large as she was making it out to be. It would be a lie to deny the fact she was enjoying Archer's company, and she decides to put it to the fact it had been months since she'd interacted with another horse.

"You're going to have to grow up at some point," Idita replies to him, looking over her shoulder as she says this, her mouth dropping slightly as her eyes widened at the touch. It was a shock through her system as his velvet muzzle pressed her tender thigh, and Idita stumbles in shock at the reaction her body has. His breath tickles her soft flesh, and his voice caused her ears to tremble.

She was unfamiliar to touch. She had all the affections from her mother she needed and she played with the other foals growing up, but Idita was acutely aware no-one had ever touched her like that, and it startles her into halting. The buckskin roan was now acutely aware of being in heat, and she didn't like it. It was like he had hit a button in her to simply turn her on, and Idita was not happy about it. She was unhappy enough to not care about otters, but also to not notice his erection.

"What did you do!?" She exclaims, her amber eyes still wide, clearly conflicted with confusion and anger. Stumbling a step away from Archer, her tail snaps erratically, and all her muscles coil and flex as she tries to tell he body to settle down. "How did you do that?! You're not allowed to make me feel like this!" She indignantly says, clearly flustered as she scoots backwards by the river.

The bay stallion's ears pressed against his head as she swerved around to defend her prized rump. His head jolted into the air as she yelled and he braced himself for a buck or bite. He'd been used to mares in the past doing this before submission, but this girl seemed confused. He continued to pace backward away from her, but her scent had grown even stronger. He'd finally agitated her into a state of arousal but this was not the reaction he'd hoped for. He clenched his teeth as she threw her accusations at him. He wasn't sure whether to be proud and laugh it off or to be turning and bolting from this crazy train. Suddenly he felt the slightest twinge of empathy, had she not been in heat before? His eyes widened for a moment and he lowered his head to take a step further "What?" He muttered quietly, taking another step.

He closed the gap between them cautiously, deciding perhaps he could break the tension with a tiny smile "Pigeon, it's okay I didn't mean to startle you. You're in heat, it's okay. You should like it," His great frame shadowed her as he came to her side. He could feel the heat radiating off her little body and the pulsing between his legs grew harder. He nibbled at her mane with as much tenderness as a stallion like himself could muster before allowing himself to draw a long breath of her scent. "You should like it." He repeated softly, his eyes drawn to her rump. He mused quietly over what he wanted to do to her, he wanted to leave her legless and covered in cum but knowing this was her first time he would have to restrain himself. He moved his soft muzzle down her spine to her rump and rested his chin for a moment. He then pulled away "Come, let's keep going before it gets dark." his tone had turned from playful to protective. He'd let her stir in her new found arousal for a while, the last thing he wanted was for her to run off and him have to decide whether to chase her down and take her or let her go.

Idita's tries to regain her composure, huffing slightly, her ears remaining flattened. For her, she did not think it was okay, and she is quite keen on stepping away from Archer as he approaches her again. She takes another step backwards, but her mind and body were stuck between yearning for another touch, and the distinct knowledge that she knew she did not want to feel like this, and touching made her feel like this.

Her body is still all tension as he nibbles on her mane, and although she remains rooted on the spot, she turns her neck away from him. Idita was thoroughly confused on what to like, and her gaze is suspicious about him telling her she should like it. But she can't deny does like the feel of his muzzle down her back, and she tells herself she wants to duck under his touch, but there is no reaction from her body. The only reaction comes when his chin rest on her rump, and her tail twitches in conflict.

When he pulls away, Idita's body almost convulses as she wants to regain touch with the bay stallion, but also is keen to take herself away from him because surely she would stop feeling her heat so insatiably if there was no bone around to fetch. Her body was telling her to fetch his bone, and Idita doesn't know how to combat the very stern demands her body had started to make. "How do you know!?" She blurts out suddenly, almost prancing on the spot, "How do you know what I should like?" It's the only defiance she can give Archer. "What else will I like?" She startles herself with her own question, and the fact her independent tone faltered to something almost urgent, and all she can do is look flummoxed at Archer, knowing there was no way to take back that question.

Archer had almost accepted that he may not be able to persuade this mare to submit to him tonight but then her shrill voice sounded behind him. He paused mid-step and grinned before glancing over his should at her. She was tense, breathing heavily, agitated and standing her ground. He turned to face her, accepting her challenge and feeling a new wave lust pushing him back toward her. He had held himself back for this pretty little mare for far too long, she was the kind who deserved it - but he was the kind that had his limits. He moved back toward her, matching her intense gaze before chuckling. She liked the touch, so he touched her. He touched his muzzle to her neck first, then her flank and spine "Because I know these things..." He mused, interested in each reaction she gave him. "Relax," He nipped at her thigh before touching his nose to her hind, breathing in the scent of her lust. His lips parted to allow his tongue to touch the moist exterior of her tight little clit. He licked her gently, once slowly, twice. The taste was unreal, he had wanted to do this since he first glimpse of her hind. His fresh little cherry, untouched by another.

His cock dripped in anticipation but he knew he had to take her slowly. She wasn't going to give herself up just yet. She was a gift that needed to be unwrapped. His licking now alternated with sucking, leaving no inch of her tender pussy untouched. He pulled away and looked at her matter-of-factly, his erection no longer needed to be hidden. His cards were out on the table now "I can stop." He lifted a brow quizzically before pawing the ground under the urge to continue.

Her ears are flattened as he steps back towards her, and the look in his eyes makes her want to lean into his touch. Idita flinches as he reaches out touch her neck, and her body jerks in indecision to flee or indulge. His nose on her flank makes her want to indulge, and the muscles spasms under his touch. When he touches her spine her tail snaps. She doesn't need to ask how he knows these things again, Idita knew at this particular moment she should probably push her naivety aside. There is no doubt in her mind why Archer knew what she liked, and for a moment she remembers her mother telling to watch out for bachelor stallions because they only did one thing. She had watched out for Archer, and now she found herself trembling against his touch regardless.

The thigh he nips causes her to stamp her hoof in reflex this time, and then grits into the ground when his tongue finds her entrance. Idita was never made the whimper noise that escapes her at that moment before, her tail eagerly flipping over her haunches as she practically curls her dock. "Wh-what are you doing?" She huffs, and a sultry whine escapes her when he continues to explore her vulva. Her chest was already heaving in anticipation, and her nostrils tremble as he offers to stop. "St-stop... no... don't!" The filly exclaims, clearly not knowing what she wanted anymore. But her insides ached for him now, and she is not mature enough to make her own decisions, and rashly tells Archer, "D-do what you want!"

The whining encouraged the bay stallion to continue to nose at her swollen vulva. He licked and sucked until the entrance was hot and pink. She was ready, more than ready. She would need to be, as her first time perhaps should have been with a smaller sized stallion. Her entrance was tiny and it would be an effort to stuff his swollen, throbbing member into such a tight little hole like hers. His ears pricked at her words D-do what you want! within moments and without a word he'd lifted himself on top of her. Her body was hot on his belly as he held her between his front legs. His hind legs shifted behind him as he maneuvered his dripping cock to her hot, wet entrance. He pushed against her but she was so tight that he had to push again. Nothing. He grunted as his hind legs shifted. In frustration he grabbed a mouthful of her mane and pulled himself further over her, allowing more leverage to thrust. Finally, he felt the tip of his cock against the wet, cushion of her vagina. First, he thrust with just the tip, trying to loosen the entrance to fit the rest of his thick, pulsing shaft.

For a moment, he thought it might not fit, even the tip needed a hard push just to fit past the entrance. He then balanced himself, his tail flicking eagerly against his legs. He pushed hard against against her and felt his cock slide deeper inside. Perhaps a quarter now fit within her dripping pussy. "You ready, pidgeon?" he cooed as he braced them for the last push to fit the entire length of his cock inside the tiny mare.

Idita hardly had the moment to gasp after her invitation as she felt him on top of her. There is a gasp that escapes her though, as her haunches bow under his weight. In the bank of the river her hooves widen her stance to help bear Archer's weight. She stretches out her neck as her body takes his weight, and for a moment she wants to rewind to before he touched her and sent her into this ridiculous hot mess. In the moment of doubt one of her hind legs buckles a second before quickly re-rooting itself.

She could feel herself sopping wet in a manner she had never felt before, and her vulva flared eagerly at the tip of his penis that he presses against her. There is a trembling nicker that whispers out of her at his grunt, and she can't help but squeal when he grabs her mane, and shoves himself into her and drags up her body. Idita gasps at the sensation, and she flexes her neck twisting to look over her shoulder at him.

Yet her gaze is interrupted by her flinching, and she groans, unsure if pleasure of pain as she pushes more of himself into her, and she already feels full. It is not all pain though, and Idita recognises that this definitely does not feel wrong, even if it didn't feel right quite yet. Gritting her teeth at his question, it suddenly dawns on her she'd never returned his introduction. "Idita," She gasps, sweat already beading down her body under the touch of his across her back, before panting at him, "I'm Idita, and you clearly know what you're doing."

Her squeals and groans were a confusion of pleasure and pain, however at this point Archer was engulfed in his own pleasure. He was beyond ready to fill her to the brim with cock, he lusted to hear that pretty moan of complete pleasure. His muscles tensed beneath his bay coat as he made his final push, all the way. He felt his groin against her rump and knew he'd succeeded. He was surprised she was still standing and this was only the beginning. He pulled out half way before thrusting hard into her. His eyes rolled back and he tossed his head with a loud whinny followed by numerous grunts. He then began to slowly pull in and out, loosening the tight little mare so she could take it harder. He grunted and whinnied in pleasure, so this is what it takes to get a girl like her to tell him her name. Suddenly, he slipped the entire shaft of his cock out from her, it fell between his legs, still hard and throbbing, dripping with his beauty's sexual fluids. He reached forward so he could whisper in her ear "I'm going to make you come now," He growled lustfully "Focus, come for me." He thrust the length of his thick shaft back into her gaping pussy. He could feel the fluid dripping down his legs with each thrust, a mixture of his own precum and hers.

He took another mouthful of her mane and with a heavy grunt he began to thrust harder and harder. His cock glistened in the fading light each time he pulled himself out to thrust back in. He moaned and grunted, he'd hardly had any action all season and her tight pussy almost had him in an outer body experience. "Come for me" he moaned breathlessly as he pounded against her, destroying what was left of her virginity. Whether she would come or not, he was about to.

Each thrust makes Idita tremble under his hulking body, and most of his grunts are answered by her own soft ones. Her noises were still considerably indecisive though, but they're punctured by another heaving gasp as he suddenly withdraws. Idita can feel the juice trickling from her already, tickling the inside of her legs, and her muscles spam with lack of control. The look she gives Archer as he whispers to her is uncertain, and there is a slight buckle in her haunches again when he reenters her. She didn't know what to focus on, the entire experience overwhelming, with thrusts causing more of their fluid to slide down her legs.

Yet that distraction was eliminated when he grabs her mane again, and the jolt of pain is from the muscles in her neck that jerk up with the motion. She ached with pleasure, and each thrust in made her flinch, her vagina flexing and clamping around his thick shaft. Idita was surprised that he fit, but she wasn't surprised for long as she started to distinctly feel pleasure. The strength of his thrusts causes her body to rock under his, sweat lubricating where is belly pushes down on her, and his forelimbs grab her heaving sides.

"O-okay," Idita whimpers, before letting out a sudden moan, much more defined than her previous noises. The grey area between pleasure and pain was fading fast as Archer rips into her, and Idita is definitely liking what she's feeling, and with the coming of a climax, she doesn't have the capacity to be angry about not escaping her first heat unscathed. The pleasure was certainly worth it, as she becomes more vocal in groans, a little grunt punctured out with each of his hefty thrusts into her.

The bay stallion glistened with sweat as his thrusting intensified, he could feel her little pussy clenching around his fat shaft already. He slowed a little for his own pleasure, the feeling of her hot, throbbing muscles were almost enough to take him to orgasm right there. He released her mane and tossed his head backward, he used his back hooves to push himself forward, wanting deeper, wanting more. He grunted and nickered and dug up the ground beneath him as he struggled to push just a little bit harder with each thrust. He was pushing the two of them forward with every push. Snorting out each breath in exhaustion, he was undecided whether to grasp her by the neck or throw his head back. He whinnied loudly, almost a roar as his pleasure peaked.

Suddenly he bowed his neck and snatched up her mane before smashing himself against her. He threw his entire weight behind his final thrust before he felt that sensation of complete and utter pleasure. His cock exploded with such a forceful orgasm that he stumbled backward. He moaned loudly, slipping out of her and shooting the remainder of his load down her legs and tail onto the grass. His legs almost buckled beneath him in the aftermath of such an explosive orgasm. He glanced up at the mare, her swollen pussy throbbing and dripping with his load. Her tail and legs were covered in cum. He chuckled gruffly "You're gonna need a bath" He cooed, shivering as the remains of his orgasm squirted from his cock. "That was so good." he licked his lips, waiting for her response.

Her young body jerks under his with each thrust. As his back hooves scrape behind her, hers dig through the earth as Idita is worried raising one leg off the ground will cause her body to collapse. Each of her joints locked under Archer, she shudders and her vagina clenches with his sonorous whinny, startled by the sudden bellow in her ears. The whimpers return as he throws his weight at her, and her legs suddenly scramble as she can't control them anymore. Her body creams itself as he explodes inside her, and Idita is filled with almost sobbing moans.

She is an unstable mess as he releases from her, and the cold biting air finds her sweaty body, and she can feel his cum stringing through her tail an down her legs. Idita's entire body is wet and heaving and she stumbles around with a dizzy head, before spreading her legs again and this time uncontrollably urinating. Everything inside her pulsed, and she is suddenly panicked and embarrassed by her reaction, stumbling around for a few feet and trailing flecks of cum behind her. His comments fly over her muddled head, as her nerves pretend to work like they should, and all she can stutter is, "What did you do to me?" Still panting, Idita thinks out loud as she mumbles, "That... that was surreal."

The bay stallion watched the mare with intense interest. Watching her stumble around, dazed, covered in cum was one of the best things he'd seen in a long time. It was almost enough to get him hard again. She was delectable, if he could he would have fucked her until they'd passed out. He stood back up and shook off the grass that clung to his sweaty coat. Exhausted, he moved toward her swaying body and stood up against her to steady her. At her questions he just chuckled and waited for her to come to.

Through the buckskin mare's panting he could gather the question and smirked before muzzling her sweaty forelock from her face "I just fucked your brains out and filled you with cum" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He glanced at her briefly "Did you enjoy yourself?" he cooed, shaking himself off again. His loins still dripped with fluids of all kinds. He traced his muzzle down her spine to her rump, sniffing. His eyes dropped to her dripping pussy, it still gaped from their rough encounter. She'd be much easier to penetrate the next time around.