The Hot Source

by Dust Veinstein

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Crossover, Comedy
Length: 896

Warning: shipping

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-19 03:11:30 UTC

Chapter 1

The Hot Source

English edited version by Dust Veinstein

After a long and exhausting day, the recently found hot source made for a good relaxing spot. Dust, a strong mare shouted out: “I’m first in the source!” This light green mare was inclined to dip herself in the natural spa the surrounding offered.

On the other side was the male, the stallion. He was blue, charming and seemed a little fluffy, or his coat just never been brushed. The stallion smirked at the mare, seems like he had an idea behind the head, but he couldn’t reveal any enthusiasm, yet. “Sure milady. After all, ladies first!” His voice sounded like honey, sweet and slow. With his buffed appeal, he turned about and started building a little tent for 2 for the night.

Dust didn’t wait any second after his approval and directed herself through a bush. She found the spring steaming not far from their tent. They had to keep a safe distance or the usual monsters that bath in this source would sniff them out, better safe than sorry. She looked at the pond, her reflection showing clear on its surface. She saw her hair, dirty with some leaves and branches; she saw her face, covered with scratches, a few bruise, and a cut. She became furious and smashed the water’s reflection, seemingly unhappy about that absurd appearance.

After a long wait and many thoughts answered, she circled her hoof in the water, just to get a good feeling of the source’s temperature. “Hmm… Just about right” she said to herself. The mare seemed to have turn to old desire to recover from her saddened and angry state. She let her hoof go down by lowering her entire body, feeling for some solid place to step and repeat the process for all of her hooves. The nearby bush rustles and she turned her gaze quickly to it. She waited enough time to understand that the wind picked up. She sighed, contently, and she swung herself towards the deeper portion of the source.

With the hoof of silence and mastery at sneaking, he began looking at the mare bathing alone. Envy grew within his private area that he had to fulfill with her. He’d be sure she would be happy to help, but when he came close, his thought suddenly changed. He remain silent and slowly leant down, looking from under a bush. He looked at her grace: how she carefully introduced herself in the water; how she stood still because of a branch cracking at the wind; how she swung towards the middle of the pond. His thought slowly giving to his anticipation as his mind begun to fantasize scenarios that would probably never happen.

She took the time to swim around, getting to know its depth and finding out it entry and exit points. The pond felt small, she was standing on her hooves in the middle and there was merely enough place to fit a stallion length in. She rethought about what her brain did. “A stallion length” she expressed her mind lowly, unaware of her partner looking. “Hmm… maybe… no. I’m not leaving this source.” She felt lazy and, in the same thought, dipped her full head to wash it down. She gasped at the spring’s temperature, being just above of what she likes to wash her face with. Thought of home invaded her mind.

Having heard her low whisper, he waited before entering the pond and meeting his friend. The scenario already planned out in his head that it poofs away when she dips her head underwater. “Now’s the time” he whispered himself, as he entered the pond slowly so she doesn’t hear nor feel him. He came from behind her and gently pressed his forelegs to her back. She got her head out of the water and gasped, never once thinking he would of finished their camp and join in. He was there though, and gently pressing his hooves to her back, massaging and enclosing space between them.

She let him do his relaxing job, never once thinking of the outcome as her mind already left to bliss. He kept at it until his muzzle found her neck. He caressed it and then kissed it sweetly before nipping. His private, already erect, snuck itself against her belly and between her mammals. She gasped and scrunched her nose a bit, the thought of doing herself with a hoof felt nice to her head, but no stallion ever fitted themselves there. She came back to her thought and turned her head to face him, but she couldn’t find any word to say that he quickly took the chance and kissed her deeply.

Then came the deed. She was lost to pleasure and bliss that her body stopped responding and kissed the stallion back without remorse. Her body tensed up though, feeling his shaft between her legs and gently brushing against her belly. Soon he pulls his hip back and, all by natural instinct, it lined and his flared tip bump her private. She broke off the kiss and moans out, panting her pleasure away. He didn’t stopped there, pushing his dick until he would have hilted himself inside the mare. She cried, gritting her teeth as a wave of intensive pain struck her spine before relieving with pure bliss.