Standing on her tiptoes and stretching her arm above herself, Glamour slid the cleaned plate onto the cupboard shelf. She sighed, finally getting the flatware in place. It wasn’t the fact that she kept forgetting to put the dining set on a lower shelf, or that she had to do the dishes without any help which bothered her - no, it was because they served as yet another reminder that she was alone.
Nearly a year ago, the stallion who she thought had been the love of her life had abandoned her. It was bad enough that she was left a bachelorette, but his departure had shouldered her with their boy as well; since he left, her life had steadily gone downhill. Finances were tight, she had less free time than ever, and their teenage son often needed help with school or getting to practice.
Emerald Sea was her baby boy, regardless of whether or not he was a senior in high school, although making sure he had what he needed was a monumental task. It wasn’t like he was a bad kid or anything - far from it, in fact - but making sure he got his assignment done and feeding him was a herculean effort. He meant the world to her and she would do whatever she had to to make sure he thrived - that being said, she felt like she hadn’t gotten a break in ages.
Even though she was stretched thin and virtually penniless, she was still a mare with needs; the problem was finding any time to act on those needs. She was already past her prime, narrowing the pool of guys who may be interested in her, and she had a kid! On the scant few occasions she was able to get out of the house to socialize, she hadn’t even gotten lucky enough to get a one-night stand.
Knitting her brow, growing increasingly impatient with the sorrowful train of thought, she peered down at her chest. Even with her rather ample bust, easily one of her strongest alluring features, she doubted there would be many stallions truly interested in her. Having guys slip her lustful glances was flattering and all, yet not a one had made an attempt at talking to her; it was beyond frustrating and did little to help her wavering confidence.
Being lonely and without a sexual outlet would have been rough enough as it was, but Emerald’s friends definitely did not help with her carnal wants. His soccer team, nearly a dozen of them, were prone to coming over and hanging out after games or practice. She hadn’t minded at first, because it made her son happy, but things eventually started to take a rather salacious turn. Having a home full of sweaty, energetic stallions who were just coming into their prime utterly devastated her marehood.
Being a group of athletes, she wasn’t surprised that a great many of them were in damn good shape. It wasn’t like she tried to peek at their toned, youthful bodies or anything, but having a hoard of them burst in and strip out of their sweat-soaked uniforms had given her more than a little to look at. Chiseled abs, sculpted legs, broad shoulders, and painfully visible bulges in their shorts would have put any mare on edge, yet that wasn’t the worst part - no, the hardest thing to ignore was the smell.
It all started after one of Emerald’s teammates had asked her to wash his clothes; it was a reasonable request, considering he didn’t want grass stains setting in the fabric, so she’d happily obliged him. Unfortunately for her, upon bringing the sullied garment to her wash room, she’d noticed the ambrosial aroma coming from the uniform. The scent of a strong, healthy male sent shivers up her spine and, much to her shame, she’d gotten off to the thought of bedding him - after that, she’d found herself offering to clean the soccer players’ outfits on a regular basis.
Thankfully, nobody knew about her depraved fascination with her son’s friends and she intended on keeping it that way - nevertheless, there was one acquaintance of his who she repeatedly fantasized about. Kuni was the midfielder of the school’s soccer team and he was an absolute stud. Standing a few inches taller than herself, heaped with lean muscle, she had no doubt that he would make some mare very lucky some day. The fact that he was a zebra didn’t bother her in the slightest - in fact, his exotic aesthetic only fanned the flames of her interest.
Shaking her head and lightly slapping her cheeks, hoping to dislodge the immoral thoughts dancing about in her head, she busied herself with putting away the rest of the dishes. It was silly to think about someone so much younger than herself - no-less a friend of her son’s. She’d never actually act on her impulses, since she’d likely be shot down and laughed at for such a thing, but she had fantasized about him more often than she cared to admit.
Once finished up in the kitchen, she set herself working her laundry list of tasks about the house. Emerald could and occasionally would help with chores, but she couldn’t rely on him to clean as thoroughly as herself. Dutifully vacuuming the living room floor, while their dinner cooked away in the oven, the subtle sound of a knocking caught her ear. Turning off the noisy appliance, wondering if she’d heard right, a second series of taps sounded from the front door.
“Just a minute!” she hollered, momentarily wondering if she should change.
Adorned in a simple t-shirt and a pair of what her son affectionately called mom jeans, she shrugged to herself. She wasn’t expecting any company and she didn’t believe any of her co-workers would care about seeing her in her casual attire, so she sat the vacuum upright and trotted towards the entryway. If she had to guess, Emerald had probably ordered something from online that required a signature. Reaching the door, she turned the lock and went to greet her guest.
Standing just outside, absentmindedly kicking grass from his cleats, stood Kuni. Lounging beyond the storm door, it took him a moment to realize she was there. As he looked up, with his striped muzzle split in a warm grin, his brilliant, teal colored eyes met hers. Sweet Celestia, despite being a total beefcake, the boy’s eyes were downright captivating.
“Do you have a few minutes?” he asked, breaking the spell and causing her to shake her head.
“Of...of course. Is everything alright?” she countered, surprised with the young stallion’s sudden appearance.
Kuni nodded, though his eyes never left hers. “Everything is fine, no need to worry. There’s just something I need to speak with you about,” he softly explained, stepping the slightest bit closer to her, “in private.”
“Oh - uh - sure. Please, come in,” Glamour falteringly responded. Stepping back and waving him inside, her thoughts began to race. Unsure of why he’d come to pay her a visit, still a bit anxious about the odd situation, she waited until he was inside and closed the door behind him. “Is this about Emerald? He hasn’t done something he shouldn’t have, has he?”
Turning to face her, his smile wavered the slightest bit. “Emerald did suggest that I come and talk to you, but he hasn’t done anything wrong.”
“Wait - he told you to come and see me? What for? I thought you two had practice this afternoon?” she inquired, as her confusion steadily mounted.
“There is no easy way to say this, so I’ll be blunt,” Kuni murmured.
Reaching up and grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, he casually pulled the garment up and over his head. Bit by tantalizing bit, the striped contours of his abdomen came into view, then his chest, and finally the strong shoulders of his uncovered torso. Try as she might, Glamour couldn’t stop herself from openly staring at him. Even when she was younger, back in high school or in college, she’d never been lucky enough to get so close to a hunk of his caliber.
“I see you make my point for me,” he snickered.
Realizing she’d been caught ogling him, the mare averted her eyes. Blood rushed to her face, leaving her cheeks a bright crimson, while she desperately thought of something - anything to justify herself. Fitfully playing with her hands, blissfully ignorant that her guest was inching closer to her, she couldn’t bring herself to look at his face.
Gently resting his hands on her wrists, causing her to start, he softly prized her hands apart. “It’s quite alright. Honestly, when Emerald told me about your…” he trailed off, possibly selecting the right word, “interest in me, I was elated.”
“H...how...Wha…” she sputtered, trying and failing to form a cohesive sentence.
What in Equestria was going on?! Her son’s teammate had shown up out of the blue, taken his shirt off, and had nonchalantly called her out on her fascination with him. It was like something out of a cheesy novel and there was no way it could actually be happening. Shying back and pulling free from him, she glared up at his face.
“Is this some sort of joke? Did Emerald put you up to this?” she demanded. Glancing towards the windows, half expecting to see the titter face of her son or one of his friends, her temper started to flare.
“It is no trick, I promise,” he whispered. Drawing one finger under her chin, he slowly turned her back to face him. “Perhaps there is a bit of a cultural difference; forgive me, I’m still not accustomed to what is and isn’t acceptable in pony society. If I have offended you, you have my apologies,” he solemnly continued, hanging his head and retreating towards the door.
The sight of his crestfallen expression evoked a wellspring of conflicting emotions in Glamour. Kuni really was a good kid, not an A+ student, but he stayed out of trouble and was always kind and courteous. If there was some cultural difference making the situation more awkward than it already was, she was just as much at fault as he was. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and prayed she wouldn’t regret what she was about to say.
“You don’t have to leave. Just...Just please help me understand what you’re here for,” she meekly stated.
Halting in his tracks, the young zebra lifted his head and turned his back to the front door. “Where I come from, sex is not a taboo which is spoken of in hushed whispered and kept hidden; it is a glorious act which is celebrated for its beauty, enjoyment, and because it heralds new foals to continue our lineage. Emerald had mentioned that you have gone without the touch of a stallion for many moons and he thought I could help.”
“Help?” she repeated, doubtful of what she’d just heard. “How could you help?”
“I am a stallion, am I not?” he coolly asked, smirking wolfishly at her. His hands drifted towards his hips, coming to rest over the button of his shorts. “Before we go any further, I must admit, I have always found you very attractive,” he continued, deftly undoing his fly. Hooking his thumbs over the waistband of his trunks, he steadily hauled the article down his brawny thighs. “And I would gladly take you as my mate…”
With that last word, his shorts and underwear drifted down his legs. Glamour hadn’t even realized what he was doing until his lower half was fully exposed. Looking up his legs, knowing she shouldn’t see what had been uncovered, her curiosity got the better of her. As her eyes settled upon the obsidian length dangling from his groin, her heart skipped a beat.
Kuni was easily one of the most well endowed stallions she’d ever seen - let alone seen in the flesh. Covered in midnight black skin, his shaft hung half way down to his knees - for buck’s sake, he wasn’t even hard and it dwarfed her ex’s tool! To complete the look, resting just behind and beneath the mammoth cock, sat a pair of ripe, succulent looking nuts. The package was something horny teenage mares dreamt about, yet it filled her with it filled her with a curious mix of apprehension and undeniable arousal.
She’d never been all that experienced, having only bedded a handful of guys in her life, but she knew she was facing a monster. As if Kuni’s size wasn’t intimidating enough, she had little doubt that he could manhandle her with ease. The thought alone of being with him, of having that behemoth inside of her, caused her loins to ache and a pit to form in her stomach. Moral quandaries and biological limitations aside, some part of her desperately wanted him.
A contented hum caught her ear and drew her attention from her guest’s divine package. Strangely enough, he wasn’t looking at her face - no, something lower on her body held his gaze. Glancing downward, wondering what he was so focused on, she noticed her nipples were rock hard and clearly visible through her top. As she scrambled to cover her chest, he stifled a laugh.
“Please, there is no need to be so modest. It’s not like you can’t see everything I have to offer,” he chuckled. “Besides,” he added, lightly swaying his hips from side to side, “it’s not like you weren’t looking at it.”
“I...I…” she stammered, unable to look away from his vascular appendage.
As his stallionhood swung from side to side, it gradually swelled in length and girth. Before she knew it, watching it hypnotically swing back and forth, its motions slowed. Unlike any guy she’d ever been with, who’s erections stood proudly before them, his merely hung and throbbed; the titanic organ was just too big to do anything but droop before him.
“You know,” he breathed, stepping over to a hare’s breadth from the petrified mare, “you could touch it.”
She gulped, her hand trembled, and she felt as though her heart was going a thousand miles a minute. A war waged within her, between her carnal wants and her better judgment. He was the same age as her son; if she did anything with him, it would be like robbing the cradle, yet the temptation was overwhelming. The moment her indecision started to crumble, shakily reaching for his groin, he stepped back.
“I will allow you to touch it, but don’t you think it would only be fair if you undress?” he mused, motioning to himself. “If this is what you desire, let me view that heavenly body you have kept hidden from me for so long.”
Though she raised a finger to protest, Glamour caught herself. Like it or not, the young stallion had a point. Standing in front of her, as naked as the day he was born, he’d shown off everything he had without a moment’s reservation, whereas all he’d gotten to see where her perky nipples through her shirt. Latching on to the notion of fairness, vaguely aware that it was a pitiable excuse to bare herself to him, grabbed the collar of her blouse and pulled.
Between the suddenness of his request and her inexperience with putting on any sort of burlesque show, she quickly undressed. Her shirt and pants came off easily enough, though she slowed when it came to her bra. Steeling herself, keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she reached behind her back, undid the clasp of her brassiere, and lifted the article over her head. As her bosoms were released from their prison, the young stallion stepped closer.
“Absolutely magnificent,” Kuni faintly remarked.
Before she could reply, he was upon her. Softly, affectionately, he cupped her bosoms in his palms and gave the supple flesh a squeeze. Though she did her best not to fidget, a hushed whimper escaped her. It had been ages since someone had touched her in such a way and the sensation sent bolts of excitement through her frame. As his fingers wandered to her nipples, playfully giving the sensitive buds a small squeeze, her silence was broken.
A groan of joy slipped past her lips, her marehood angrily clenched upon itself, and a shiver shot up her spine. Shifting her arm, bringing her hand towards his nethers, she gingerly caressed the long, thick appendage hanging from his groin. Any doubts she’d had about what they were going to do was lost in that moment.
“Forgive me, there is something you must do before we move on,” he sighed, reluctantly shuffling back and releasing her chest. Stooping down and digging into his shorts, he retrieved something from his discarded clothing. “Would you show me to your chamber? Bedding a mare as beautiful as you in a living room would be a sin.”
Utterly ignoring whatever he’d fetched from his trunks, Glamour nodded. What little sensibility she had left was on its last legs. Lightly taking her wrist and wheeling around, she guided him through her home. If she had to guess, he’d probably brought a rubber with him for the event - after all, he had come to visit her with one particularly amorous goal in mind. Moved down the short corridor and into her room, allowing him to step inside after her, she closed the door and locked it behind him.
“Here,” he stated, extending his arm, “please anoint yourself with this.”
Quirking a brow, she opened a palm. The striped lad handed her what appeared to be a small glass container, filled with some sort of dark, murky liquid. As she lifted the item, inspecting its contents and wondering why she was supposed to mark herself with it, a distant memory struck her. Though she wasn’t an avid consumer of pornography, she’d heard that some ponies striped themselves for their zebra lovers. It was a fetishistic act, denoting a subordination of their kind, but she’d never been offended by the concept.
Stepping to the bed and easing himself onto the padded surface, Kuni moved onto the mattress’ center and rolled onto his back. The sheer confidence and borderline arrogance he had was staggering, treating her room as if it was his own, yet she wasn’t bothered in the slightest - if anything, it served to get her more worked up than she already was. Silently waiting for her to oblige him, he impassively watched the mare uncork the bottle.
Glamour placed one finger over the phial’s opening, tipped her hand, then looked at her digit - sure enough, dot of thick, dark salve marked her. Almost experimentally, she drew a line on her opposite forearm with the thick substance. As she’d suspected, the strange ink stained her white hide a midnight black.
“Now you just have to do the rest,” Kuni remarked.
Looking up to her guest, she froze. The stallion wasn’t just resting naked on her bed, he was casually stroking himself off to the sight of her. His hand rhythmically moved up and down his pillar-like shaft, while he smiled affectionately back at her. Swallowing hard, feeling as though the anticipation was going to kill her, she set to accomplishing her task.
Though the job only took a minute or two, it felt as though it had taken an eternity. By the time she was finished, every part of her was covered in dark bands of the exotic paint - every part, except her groin. Unintentionally or not, she’d left her nethers and behind for last. Holding the tiny bottle in one hand, she tugged and wiggled out of the undergarment. As the article fell to the floor, allowing her to paint her crotch, the zebra cleared his throat.
“It is customary that a mare’s mate paint that spot,” he remarked, beckoning her with a finger. “The stripes look well on you - better than I had expected, if I’m being honest. Come, you may worship me.”
Glamour wasn’t sure how to respond to him. Mate? Worship? Whether or not there was another cultural difference she was unaware of, his borderline demeaning comment should have offended her, but it didn’t. In spite of his haughty demeanor, she kept her lips sealed and moved to and onto the foot of the bed. As she crawled up the length of the mattress, between his slightly parted legs, a familiar aroma tickled her nostrils.
Having smelled him from his sullied clothes, she recognized his strong, masculine scent almost immediately - still, the residual odor which clung to his dirty uniforms paled in comparison to the genuine article. Creeping closer and closer still, as she eyed his equipment, she only stopped when her snout was a scant inch from his balls. Licking her lips, hesitating for the slightest moment, she was given all the blessing she’d ever need.
“You may,” he breathed above her.
Upon hearing those words, her composure shattered. Pressing her nose to the musky area between his tool and nuts, she breathed deeply of his ambrosial scent. His smell was unlike anything she’d ever encountered before; heady and earthy, the fragrance flooded her sinuses and sent her passion roaring into an inferno. He wasn’t just a stallion who wanted a mare; his masculinity demanded he be served by one.
Subconsciously reaching back, past her hanging breasts and to her groin, she began rubbing herself. Self control almost seemed like an abstract concept, in the face of such an Adonis. Compelled, needing to taste him, her tongue pressed past her pouting lips and to his loins. As the salty, cloying taste of his unwashed package coated her taste buds, she pulled her panties to the side and slipped two fingers into herself.
She couldn’t see him move much, situated as she was, but she could definitely hear him. “Such a poor mare, left untouched for so long, I’m truly blessed to have found you,” he intoned, sweetly dancing his fingers through her mane. “Please, savor the experience, but don’t take too long…”
Balancing on her elbows, idly fondling his length, her nose guided her lower. Wantonly inhaling his nuts, she found her muzzle pressed to his taint. Despite the new and bizarre inclination overtaking her, something beseeched her to breach a taboo. Lowering herself ever so slightly, crushing her rack against the mattress, she jammed her face to his tail hole and put her tongue to work.
Though she couldn’t say where the bizarre urge to rim him was coming from, she didn’t hold herself back. Kissing and licking his taint and taut pucker, she closed her eyes. The bitter, piquant flavor was even stronger than that of his colossal stallionhood or hefty nuts, putting her further under his spell. In that moment, a startling realization came to her; she wasn’t giving herself to him - no, she already belonged to him.
Feeling her canal quiver around her digits, she stroked her g-spot. Even if he didn’t do anything but let her praise him, she could easily get herself off to the divine experience. Tightening her grip around his shaft, feeling its steel-like core, she suppressed a shiver; she couldn’t even get her fingers all the way around him, so she could only imagine what it would be like driving into her sex.
Though she couldn’t truly say how long she basked in his glory, he eventually signaled her to stop. Leisurely swinging one leg up and over her head, pulling free from her grasp, he rolled onto his side and got to his knees. As he towered above her, with his hands on his hips, he cockily down at her.
“You are undoubtedly a devoted mare who knows her place, although there is one other thing I must test. If you truly wish to have me, I would like to hear you ask for it,” he quietly rumbled.
“P...please.” She gulped, torn between gazing at his stallionhood and his face.
“Please what?” he pressed, gradually raising a brow.
There was no possible way he didn’t know what she wanted, yet she swallowed her pride and rolled onto her back. Lifting and splaying her legs, whorishly presenting her slavering entrance to him, she grabbed her inner thighs. Subtlety be damned; if he wanted her to beg for it, she would beg for it.
“Please fuck me!” she pleaded, shifting her hands lower to spread the meaty lips of her lower entrance. “Make love to me and rut me!”
Tilting his head to the side, Kuni snickered. “With an invitation that candid, I will indulge you - that being said…” he trailed off, moving between her legs, “there will be no lovemaking.”
Grasping the base of his length, he guided the fat tip to her entrance and drove his hips forward. As his immense shaft ground into her, steadily filling and stretching her depths, the breath hitched in her throat. As intense and mind boggling as it was, the intrusion alone nearly made her climax on the spot. Rapaciously smiling down at her, when his medial ring came to rest against her lower lips, he slowed to a halt.
“Thank me…” he murmured.
Acting on instinct, Glamour summoned the strength to reply. “T...thank yooooOOOOH BUCK!”
Her gratitude transitioned into a perverse howl, as he started plowing her. The sensations he afforded were indescribably, bordering on the preternatural, and they instantly pushed her to the very limit. The taboo of striping herself, the gap in their ages, his cool and domineering demeanor, they had all been a prelude for the main event.
Her request for them to make love had been a laughable one. There was no sweet passion, no tender caressing of mutual respect; she was simply his mare, the latest in what was surely dozens he’d conquered before, and she embraced her role with open arms. Wailing aloud, driven to the brink, she pawed at her swaying breasts.
“Good mares don’t get off - Nnnph - unless their stud allows it,” he growled, ruthlessly plowing her like a fertile field in spring.
Unquestioningly bending to his will, she released her teats and let her arms fall to the mattress. Even without playing with her nipples, she’d been brought to the cusp of release in what felt like seconds. Peering up at his broad, heaving chest, watching him fuck her, she felt him gradually sink deeper and deeper into her marehood. As the battering ram-like head of his shaft kissed her cervix, her world detonated in raw, unrefined ecstasy.
Her howls of rapture drowned out his heavy breaths and the steady Plap Plap Plap of their bodies colliding, resonating throughout her home, yet she couldn’t have cared less. If she had ever experienced a comparable bliss in her life, she couldn’t remember it. The sensation was raw, primal, the base urges of two beasts desperate to reproduce, and it drove her positively wild.
As her body was rocked and driven into the mattress, she was only vaguely aware of something grabbing her ankles. It wasn’t until her legs were pressed forward, settling to either side of her head, did she realize she was being contorted. Though she didn’t know the name of the sex position was, it left her utterly immobile and left her feeling more dominated than ever.
“Thank me,” he grunted.
“Thank you!” she bleated between her moans and whimpers of delight. “Thank you for serving an old mare like me!”
Her appreciation didn’t go unnoticed or unrewarded. In the blink of an eye, as impossible as it was, Kuni pounded her harder and faster than ever. Each plunge sent his stallionhood crashing against her hungry womb, while his medial ring brutalized her tender g-spot. With no time to recover from her first climax, and her consciousness teetering on the brink, her body went into overload.
The insane levels of pleasure redoubled, leading to a cascade of orgasmic euphoria she hadn’t thought possible. Her brutalized marehood spasmed and lewdly gushed her nectar over his pistoning shaft, painting his groin and swinging balls in her juices, yet he only seemed to increase his pace. The experience caused her to question everything she’d ever known about the joys of sex.
Getting laid had always been fun, up until that point, but being so savagely fucked made every other bedding she’d ever had look like child’s play. Differences in age and species aside, Kuni was without a doubt the most capable lover she could ever imagine. Had she been able, she would have wrapped her legs around him and begged him to finish inside of her; as things were, she was forced to settle for the next best option.
“Breed me!” she wailed. Her toes curled, her back arched, and her heart felt as though it may explode - still, she gathered her courage and asked for her deepest, darkest desire. “Make me a mother again!”
Though he didn’t say a word, his pace quickened the slightest bit more. Between his faltering rhythm, his wildly throbbing shaft, and the unmistakable sensation of his flaring stallionhood, she knew her wish would be granted. As the first scalding shot of seething foal-batter bathed her deepest depths, her eyes flew wide.
The ecstasy she’d felt before then was like a dim candle, compared to the blinding nirvana of being claimed. Every muscle about her frame seized, while her womb drank deeply of his virile essence. Wave after seething wave of his seed surged into her, painting her interior with billions of youthful swimmers in search of an egg. Regardless of whether or not she was in heat, she had little doubt that the astonishing output of her striped paramour would take root within her.
Keeping himself hilted within her, Kuni slowly released her legs and leaned in. As his lips met hers, giving her an all too fleeting kiss, he gazed deeply into her eyes. “I’m sure motherhood will suit you well.”
Glamour wrapped her then freed lower limbs around his hips, holding him tight and ensuring every last drop of his precious load was emptied into her. “Guess you’ll have to hang around and find out.”
The striated stud snickered for a moment, before pecking her cheek and resting against her. “Don’t worry, my tribe never abandons their mates. You are mine,” he huffed, snaking his arms around her back, “forever and always.”
Unsure of what to say, lest she ruin the mood, she tenderly held her young lover and relished his warmth. Besides the gratification of a downright sublime lay, her thoughts wandered to how her life may change. What the future would hold for her, Kuni, and their soon to be foal was a mystery - for the time being, she took solace that she’d finally found something she so desperately needed.
