Sinful Sabbatical

Drawing a deep breath, as the sun crept through her hotel window, Gear stifled a yawn. Lying atop the mattress, she went to roll to her side, but something was wrong. As she’d gone to move her arm, she discovered that she couldn’t. Flexing her limbs, feeling something tighten around her wrists and ankles, she began to panic.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about the restraints,” a voice called out, “since they’ll probably be coming off soon anyways…”

Turning her head, Gear found herself staring at a unicorn mare. Lounging by the bathroom, buck naked, the svelte woman bore an impish, fanged grin, set below a pair of amethyst, cat-like eyes. Black fur covered her from head to toe, save for her mane, tail, and a patch on her face - all of which were a bone white. It took her a second to recognize the girl, but then it clicked.

“The nympho from the beach?” Gear blurted.

Snapping her fingers, the unicorn double finger-gunned at the captive dickmare. “Nympho, strumpet, mommy, all acceptable answers. The name’s actually Leech, so I’m docking you a few points,” she tittered, walking towards the bed.

The day before, while Gear had been at the beach with her friend, Aria, they’d first encountered the lustful unicorn. What started out as a quaint, pleasant morning between the two had ultimately led to a rather steamy situation. Yeah, they may have been fucking in public, but neither of them had expected Leech to jump into the action.

Even if Leech had leapt between a pair of rut-crazed dickmares, earning a couple of brownie points in Gear’s book, that didn’t explain how the unicorn had gotten into her hotel room. As if sneaking in wasn’t bad enough, waking up lashed to a bed wasn’t helping matters any. Knitting her brow, the mechanic looked around the room, searching for any traces of her siren friend, before glowing at her captor.

“You looking for the purple chick?” Leech asked, strutting to the side of the bed. “Or maybe you’re wondering how I got such a big, strong dickmare tied up in her sleep…”

“Both,” Gear grunted, slowly twisting each hand.

“It was a one-two combo. I saw the purple chick - Aria, right? - walking out about twenty minutes ago. The rest was pretty simple! I offered her a blowjob, if she let me borrow the keys. She said no. Then I told her she could fuck my ass later, in exchange for breakfast and the keys. You know, bargaining,” Leech explained.

Reaching down, she casually pulled the think sheet of fabric off the bed, revealing Gear’s nude body. Absolutely massive, easily three times her mass, the dickmare was displayed like an obscene slab of meat. Covered in well defined muscle, beneath a coral coat, the woman was a sight to behold. Inspecting her from top to bottom, drinking in every glorious inch of her prisoner, Leech’s gaze settled upon the woman’s groin.

A flaccid appendage lie draped over Gear’s thigh. A dark cerise, the floppy dong contrasted well against the lighter colored fur. Even flaccid, it was a relatively imposing, but looks and size weren’t everything. With her eyes locked upon the mighty tool, Leech casually crawled onto the bed and approached the exquisite package.

Gear watched, as the unicorn edged closer to her crotch. If things got bad, she could probably snap the ropes holding her down, yet she felt no immediate need. Leech was, as far as she could tell, a non-threat. Even against a unicorn’s magic, she felt she’d be able to overpower the small mare without much trouble. Staying quiet, biding her time, she let the situation unfold.

Bringing her face towards Gear’s package, Leech examined the package before her. She considered herself not unlike a sports fisherman, except her pray were large, typically well-hung dickmares and her trophies consisted of having her holes filled to the brim with seed. There was just something magical about getting fucked into a stupor by the mystical creatures, so she’d found herself bedding them more and more often.

Unfortunately, on her last encounter with Gear, she hadn’t been able to directly sample the hulking woman’s carnal capabilities, though that hadn’t deterred her. Finding their room, camping out to catch Aria, it had all been part of a hastily concocted plan. Between her soft touch and magic, after procuring the key, she’d bound her newfound friend to the bed frame.

“You know, if you just wanted to look at it, you could just take a picture,” Gear grumbled.

Her remark snapped Leech from her reverie, causing her to leer at perverse prisoner. Without a word, she sidled over and swung one leg over Gear’s chest. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” she sensually declared, backing her rear end upward. Craning her head down, peering between her hanging bosoms, she lined her crotch up with gear’s face.

Slowly, the meaty, succulent marehood drew closer and closer, until it was hovering less than a foot above Gear’s muzzle. Even with the strange circumstances of her morning, she had to admit, it looked like a damn fine puss. The dark flesh of Leech’s taut entrance only gave the barest peek of the moist, pink interior. Drawing a breath through her nose, detecting the unmistakable aroma of a young, fertile mare, she felt her length jerk.

Noticing movement, Leech’s attention shifted to the mammoth cock under her. Lowering her chest, she brought her nose to the extraordinarily thick root of Gear’s shaft. Inhaling through her sinuses, savoring the strong, musky bouquet of an unwashed package, her mouth started to water. Leaning in, dragging her tongue up her captive’s length, she got her first taste.

Keeping her waist aloft, just over Gear’s head, Leech nonchalantly stroked, licked, and fondled her plaything’s equipment. A squeeze here, a nibble there, a pepper of kisses, all expertly applied to the equipment beneath her. She was pretty sure her friend didn’t mind, given that the stallionhood was growing more erect with each passing second, so she saw no need to rush.

Gear rolled her eyes, growing impatient with the halfhearted toying. Being held hostage and used as some sex toy was bad, but that wasn’t the worst part - no, the marehood hovering over her snout was insanely warm. She swore, she could probably roast a marshmallow off the damn thing! Be damned if she knew why Leech had such an excess of body heat - unless…

“You in heat or something?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Though Gear couldn’t see it, an insidious smirk spit Leech’s face. She naturally had a high body temperature, though she’d found a unique way to use it to her advantage. Mares, when in heat, often developed a low-grade fever, which she’d discovered was the perfect bait for many dickmares and stallions. It seemed like a great many creatures, including at least one cragadile, were turned on by the prospect of blowing a load in a fertile female, so she used that to her advantage.

“I think I might be,” Leech giggled, wiggling her tush from side to side. “How about you taste it and let me know,” she added, lowering her now drooling snatch onto Gear’s face.

Grinding her sopping wet snatch against the dickmare’s muzzle, Leech worshiped the titanic stallionhood in her grasp. A large, very pronounced vein traced beneath its velvety surface, running its length from root to top. Angling the appendage towards her face, she leaned in, opened her maw, and slipped it past her lips.

Grunting into the folds of the unicorn’s sex, Gear screwed her eyes shut and begrudingly ate Leech’s pussy. Normally, under more congenial circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded eating a mare out, yet this was a bit different. Waking up tied to a bed and toyed with, like some carnal plaything, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it still rubbed her the wrong way.

Lapping at the unicorn’s juicy loins, digging her tongue into the mare’s entrance, she bided her time. If nothing else, playing along would cause Leech to believe she had the upper hand, not to mention the girl would need to be plenty warmed up soon. When she got free, she was going to fuck the little strumpet until she was walking funny for a week.

Stroking the base of Gear’s shaft, pumping her head up and down the first two thirds of the fat fuck-stick, Leech plumbed the depths of her gullet. She could feel her throat distend, with each pass of the fat, swollen head of the dickmare’s shaft, though the sensation was a familiar and welcome one.

Properly swabbing one’s esophagus always served as a fine appetizer, so she took her time. Before too long, she’d be riding Gear like a wanton cowgirl, impaling herself on the glorious slab of flesh. The mere thought of having the girl’s cock stretching her cunt sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

Feeling the unicorn’s winking marehood around her Snout, Gear’s frustration mounted. Not only was the whore getting off to servicing her junk, but she was showing no signs of moving to the main act. Even if she was truly held prisoner, it was bad form to edge someone in such a shameful way. Doubly infuriating was the matter of just how skilled the blowjob was.

The snug, warm confines of the mare’s airway were impressive, but her aptitude for fellatio was staggering. It had taken what felt mere moments for the girl to throat her entire length, ramming every girthy inch into her eager maw. Needless to say, Gear was impressed, though the unicorn still needed to be dealt a lesson.

Working the shaft, regularly pressing her nose against Gear’s ripe nuts, Leech couldn’t be happier. Torquing her head from side to side, taking breaths on the backstrokes, caressing the woman’s muscular thighs, all were part of her sinful symphony of motion. Pulling back, realizing she hadn’t vocally taunted her new friend in the last few minutes, she kissed the blunt tip.

“So, my buff little buddy, you ready for me to ride you until you’re crying for your mama?” Leech snickered. Raising her rump, allowing her partner to speak, she awaited a response.

Looking backward, Leech wasn’t quite able to see Gear’s head. The position she was in, hands and knees over the large woman’s torso, wasn’t quite conducive for face-to-face conversations. Groaning, spinning in place, she executed a one-eighty. Looking down at the dickmare’s slickened countenance, painted with her juices, she grinned.

“Don’t tell me you’re - Ack!” she choked, as the Gear’s hand inexplicably wrapped around her throat. Glancing to the side, noticing the snapped cordage, her eyes shot to the earth mare’s scowling face.

“You were saying?” Gear grunted, relaxing her grip marginally.

“H...harder mommy…” Leech croaked, feeling her marehood clench.

Shaking her head, Gear released the unicorn. She couldn’t be sure if the mare was a slut, crazy, or some combination of the two, but it really didn’t matter. “Are you always like this?” she huffed, glowering at the lithe woman.

“Only with people I like, or creatures I like. Like, ok, this one time, I met a really friendly dolphin…” Leech trailed off, spying the concerned look the dickmare had. “What!? I said it was a friendly dolphin!”

“No, not that. Seriously, did you really expect this little plan to work?” Gear mumbled, kicking her legs free. “Honestly, if you wanted to get spitroasted or screwed into a coma, you could have just asked…”

“Ah! But I knew you didn’t want me to,” Leech chirped, shooting the mountainous woman a wink. Slowly creeping closer, she rested a hand on the dickmare’s shoulder. “Tell me you didn’t like being teased like that? Having someone so much smaller and weaker than you bossing you around a little…”

Gear raised a finger to reply, but faltered. It was certainly hot, and she had been curious to see where it was going to go, yet she had her pride to consider. Locking eyes with the unicorn, watching her edge nearer, she nodded ever so slightly. “Maybe a little…”

“And I’m guessing you wanted to throw me down and rut me in - oh - I’m guessing a mating press?” Leech continued, her pupils contracting to razor slits.

“How in the hell did you know that?” Gear muttered, taken aback by the assertion.

Leech beamed and shrugged innocently, holding her hands to her sides. “Dunno, it’s kinda my thing,” she sweetly laughed. “Wait, shit, before I forget,” she hurriedly added, leaning in and breathing heavily into Gear’s ear, “I actually am in heat…”

Stoically, Gear reached up, placed her hands on the mare’s shoulders, and pushed her onto her back. Like a well trained street walker, Leech’s legs wrapped around her waist. Estrus cycle or not, she’d had enough with the girl’s games. She was going to fuck the little succubus and give her exactly what she wanted.

Leech smiled like an idiot, as her back was pressed against the mattress. She could never really explain how or why her quirk worked, though it damned near always resulted in sating her carnal compulsions and curiosities. Perplexing preternatural persuasions aside, she was about to suffer through the wrath of a very large, frustrated, and worked up dickmare.

Looming over her, Gear seized her ankles and wrenched her legs into the air. Reaching up, grabbing her thighs, Leech shamelessly presented herself. Though her muscular partner appeared pleased, for a split second, the moment was fleeting. Without pausing, the dickmare grasped her wrists, pulled her arms beneath her knees, and pinned them to the bed.

Twisted like a pretzel, with her arms locking her legs to either side of her head, Leech gulped. She’d been pounded in a breeding press once or a few dozen times, though this was a bit different. For starters, she was totally and completely immobile, left to the will of the dickmare. Secondly, and much more importantly, she had a perfect view of her nethers.

Shuffling forward, being sure to keep a tight grip on the girl’s wrists, Gear dragged her length over the mare’s upturned sex. “Tell me you want it…” she condescendingly chortled, prodding the unicorn’s entrance.

“No, I snuck in and tied you up to have a philosophical conversation. Of course I want it, you big - Nnnnnph!” Leech’s sass was cut woefully short, as the prodigious cock started sinking into her snatch.

Slowly, steadily, Gear plunged herself into the tramp beneath her. Inch after vascular inch of her shaft disappeared into Leech’s depths, until her balls were rested against the onyx globes of the mare’s tush. Looking down, spying an obscene bulge in the girl’s abdomen, she cocked an eyebrow.

The sensation of abject fullness, of having her womb positively crushed, left Leech speechless. Unable to move, she simply flexed her pelvic muscles, giving Gear’s tool a squeeze. Feeling the dickmare sluggishly withdraw, she clamped her cunt around the prick within her, before it hammered back into her confines.

Gear had, over the years, seen a fair share of wild stuff, though Leech could easily be a contender on the list; for her size, the mare was astonishingly pliable and durable. Hell, she’d met women twice the unicorn’s size who couldn’t handle her entire dick, yet the little slut was taking it like a champ. More than a little curious, and getting more aroused by the second, she began to pull out the stops.

The bed creaked and groaned with each thrust, as Leech’s body was driven downward, into the mattress. Given their position, Gear was able to use every ounce of her body weight and strength to pound her into oblivion. Her cervix kissed the dickmare’s cockhead with every downward stroke, sending bolts of pleasure through her frame.

“Like that - Mmmf - don’t ya?” Gear grunted, noting the blissful expression on the girl’s face.

“H...harder,” Leech wheezed. Peering down, watching the dark member disappear into her marehood was priceless. She could almost picture her insides rearranging, shifting to accommodate such a godly intrusion, which only served to push her closer to release.

Surprised by her mate’s statement, Gear acquiesced. Rearing her hips back, hauling most of her shaft free, she gave the girl a particularly forceful plunge. Unlike moments ago, when she’d felt just a touch of resistance, something felt different. The snugness of the unicorn’s snatch was accompanied by a second, tighter sensation around the tip of her length.

As confusing as it was, the strange sensation was quite pleasant. It was almost like a set of lips sucking the head of her tool while she was balls deep. Giving a few experimental humps, feeling the mare’s sex cling to her, she looked up. “Am I in…”

Leech nodded and gnawed her lip, keenly aware of the girthy stallionhood lodged in her cervix. A lifetime of lewd and debaucherous conquests had left her with the peculiar skill; with enough force, her womb would yield to a mate. While there weren’t many large or strong enough to fully appreciate such an erotic feature, it felt immeasurably intense and rapturous.

Something about knowing she had her cock in the mare’s uterus flipped a switch in Gear. Like a locomotive, starting off slow, she gradually began bucking her hips again. Every plunge was accompanied by a whorish moan or throaty groan, as Leech wantonly embraced everything she had. If the girl was on heat, given how deep she was, a climax would likely result in…

Leech’s body rocked and jostled helplessly, as the speed and force of Gear’s thrusts spiked. If she had to guess, the dickmare had latched onto the notion that she very well may be able to knock her up; subconscious or not, it wasn’t an unreasonable reaction and one she could test rather easily. Steeling her resolve, she drew a breath.

“Pump a foal in me - No...An entire litter! Make me your broodmare!” she squealed, as her climax grew ever nearer.

Cliché or not, the request doused Gear’s burning lust with fuel. Positively jackhammering into the mare, she gave in to the moment. Truth be told, there were perilously few who could endure her full might, so she was going to savor every minute of going all out. With reckless abandon, she plowed the harlot like it was her job.

Mewling incoherently, Leech relished the sensation of being a living, breathing fleshlight. There were few things which could compare to giving one’s self fully to another, which is exactly why she’d made a habit of doing so. Something about being held down and used, in some debased, primal way, was just simply heavenly.

Fucking the mare like a machine given flesh, with the tip of her spear entombed in Leech’s deepest depths, Gear’s composure withered. Provoked, awoken by neigh ceaseless teasing, she felt herself growing close. Her cockhead expanded, locking into place, as her nuts drew taut. It wouldn’t be long until she bathed the unicorn’s interior with a tsunami of spunk.

Leech’s toes curled, as she sensed the dickmare flaring within her. Gnawing her lip, besides being provocative, actually served a dual purpose; she’d been on the cusp of cumming for a couple of minutes, only managing to stave off the inevitable by a twinge of pain she administered to herself. Barely holding on, she awaited the impending influx of scalding seed.

Grunting to herself, Gear opened the floodgates. Her motions didn’t slow in the slightest, while the first ropes of her essence rocketed through her shaft. Filling the air with the rapid-fire Plap Plap Plap of her balls against Leech’s rump, her stallionhood erupted. Untold pints of hot, virile spunk steadily filled the mare’s womb.

When the first seething shots of seed crashed into her uterus, Leech let herself go. Screaming in climactic fury, every muscle of her body seized. Shivering from head to toe, contorted beneath her paramour, she lost control of herself. Like a geyser, nectar gushed from her stuffed entrance to spatter over the dickmare and bedspread.

The unicorn’s orgasmic outburst stoked the intensity of Gear’s rapture. Willing herself to crack an eye open, she gazed downward at the mare’s expanding belly. Swelling like a balloon, the girl’s abdomen inflated outward. Though she’d seen it happen before, with larger partners, the effect was quite dramatic on the smaller woman. Regardless of the alluring view, her spunk didn’t stop flowing into the mare.

Having cum with the full force of a newly formed pulsar, a heavy euphoria settled over Leech. While the deluge of foal batter had ebbed, dwindling to a mere trickle, she wasn’t going anywhere - at least, not in a sense. Peering up at the colossal mare looming over her, she smiled dreamily.

“C...can - Cough - you let go now? I’m getting a cramp,” she sputtered.

Gear relented, releasing the girl’s arms, though that proved to be a miscalculation. With a speed and strength belying her size and bloated belly, Leech was upon her in an instant. Reaching up, grasping her shoulders, the mare toppled her onto her back - all while she was still impaled. Caught off guard, she quickly found herself straddled by the plucky unicorn.

Breathing heavily, having nearly exhausted what energy she had left, Leech pressed a hand between Gear’s massive tits. Languidly, she rocked her hips forward and back, throwing in the occasional gyration, as she started riding her friend. It was, for all intents and purposes, her version of post-coitus spooning.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” Gear mumbled, impressed with the mare’s resolve.

“It’s - Nnngh - stuck in there anyways. So I may as well enjoy it while I can,” Leech unabashedly admitted, cupping and massaging her teats. If she was lucky, she’d be able to squeeze another climax or two out of their morning, before the dickmare went soft.

Weary, but content with the outcome, Gear leisurely bucked her hips. There was no telling when Aria would get back, but that didn’t matter all that much; even if the siren returned, she’d be free to watch or join in. Easing her hands behind her head, she relaxed and appreciated the sights, sounds, and sensations the little slut afforded.

Though neither Gear nor Leech knew it at the time, the encounter would be far from the last time the two crossed paths…