A Mare and Her Mirror: Applied Narcissism and Other Erotic Oddities

Excerpt from *The Prim Rose of Palomino Vale*

by Mare Desiderii (Modern Equestrian adaptation by the Equestrian Gentlecolt)

Chapter V -- In Which Chitinous Exoskeleton Confesses His Love -- In Which Lady Primrose Takes Him to Her Bed -- In Which They Have Sex

The rain pummeled the roof in the same way that Lady Primrose's grief was pummeling her heart: it came in waves, at one moment becoming light and gentle, and then once again exploding into a torrent of wracking sobs (that is to say, her grief did, as the rain was not sobbing, although it maintained many other similarities). It was dark in her lonely tower, and she felt, if not happy about this, at least satisfied that her environment was in synchronicity with her disposition.

"Oh, what shall I do now?" Lady Primrose wailed tearfully. "My stallion has gone, and the changeling army shall certainly slay him with their terrible pointy teeth and their hungry eyes! Oh, to have his hungry eyes upon me again, or any part of his body, for--"

Slam! Lady Primrose's lamentation was interrupted by the front door of her tower opening with a slam. She rose from her bed hurriedly to close it, for she thought it had blown open by way of the wind, but to her surprise--after she had climbed the many stairs, which were treacherous in the dark but she did not think to bring a candle, down into her living room, which remained lit by one torch, flickering in the night time--it had not. It had been opened by a pony.

"Sir Longspear!" she cried, for that is who it was, standing in gleaming mail under the murky weather outside. "But I thought that you went to war?"

"I could not bear to be apart from you, my love," he declared, and he stepped from the dimly lit outside into the marginally less dimly lit inside. So she shut the door.

"But you are not Sir Longspear," she suddenly exclaimed, after she had looked closer at him. "You are a terrible changeling, and you will certainly devour me!"

"How did you know that I was a terrible changeling?" questioned the changeling, shocked.

"Because you forgot to imitate his cutie mark!" Lady Primrose pointed out. "Any changeling who could make a mistake like that must certainly be terrible."

"Oh dear," the changeling sighed. "The masquerade has ended early, it seems. But wait! Do not run and scream and throw yourself from a window to escape me, for I love you."

"You love me?" Lady Primrose was entirely stunned. "But changelings have no love of their own."

"I do," said the changeling, smiling handsomely, although it was with her dear knight's features. "I have my love for you."

"Liar!" exclaimed the lady. "How could you even know me?"

"Because," the changeling admitted, "I have been watching you. I was sent to spy by the changeling army, so I did, but after I had seen you, I could spy on nothing else, for you were always in my mind. I have watched you for weeks and waited for your knight to leave so that I could confess my love to you."

"Even when I left my tower in order to go to the outhouse?"

"Especially when you left your tower. But not inside the outhouse."

"That makes it slightly less creepy."

"An outhouse has no window suitable for spying through."

"Oh." Lady Primrose thought that perhaps she did not want to pursue this line of questioning further. She said, "While I am upset by being spied upon, I know that the dedication with which you did it could only be born of love. You speak truly, sir changeling. But my heart belongs to my dear Sir Longspear, whose visage you have purloined."

"Only to comfort you in his absence," explained the changeling. "You have wailed most forlornly for three days and two nights, and I would rather that, this night, you would wail in ecstasy for this knight."

"Your wordplay is clever, sir changeling," the lady conceded. Then she asked, "By what name should I call you? You are not Sir Longspear, so I will not call you by his."

"My name is Click Click Buzz Warble Click, which means Chitinous Exoskeleton."

"May I call you Chitinous?"

"You may call me anything you like, if you scream it out in bed."

"Your barbarous advances are an affront to my sensitivities, Sir Chitinous. However, my loins long to be filled by a stallion again, and what he never knows will not hurt him. I will consent to your presence for tonight, but please, wipe your hooves before you come to my bedroom. You are tracking dirt all over the floor."

He did so, and then followed her there. "You know my true nature now, Lady Primrose," he said. "Shall I drop this disguise, so that I may come to you in my own form?"

Lady Primrose glared at him. "I would rather you not. Changelings are filthy creatures, and horrifying in appearance. If I saw one above me, my screams might be only from terror."

Chitinous Exoskeleton looked sad. "Your words have deeply wounded me, Lady Primrose," he said. "Will our different races forever be a barrier between us?"

"Not forever, my beloved Chitinous," she replied. "Only until my husband returns from the war and slays you."

"Then my fate is sealed," the changeling declared nobly, "for I would not leave your side even though I faced death itself."

"Your sweet words might yet make me love you," Lady Primrose admitted. "It seems I am again doomed to tragedy. But we have this night, and many more, and also the days, for I have nothing else to do with my time."

"Fortunately, changelings have amazing stamina," Chitinous Exoskeleton said smugly.

Lady Primrose lay on her bed and raised her tail, revealing her winking treasure to him. "I would have a demonstration," she suggested.

Chitinous Exoskeleton mounted her, and his muscles were very large and pressed against her body as he positioned himself behind her, and when his generously-endowed sword raised itself between her legs, she discovered that it was as great in size as they were.

"You will break me with such a huge shaft!" she exclaimed, although she doubted it was actually so, as she knew that her body had great resilience in that respect.

"It is far too late for second thoughts now," said the changeling, and he thrust his spear forward.

Then she took within her the full length of his loins, which were as she noted previously of as great girth as his muscles, which flexed and rippled as he began to repeatedly impale her soft pocket with his throbbing polearm. She moaned, because it felt very good to be filled so hugely, and on his eleventh thrust, she orgasmed mightily, but he had not, and she continued to be pummeled by his club in the place where her pleasure was centered.

"Oh, Lady Primrose," Chitinous Exoskeleton gasped, "your flower is so tight!"

"Stop mixing metaphors and rut me harder, you handsome stallion!" she replied breathlessly.

He did so, his mighty staff filling her loins with pleasure and agony as it roughly stretched her to the limits of her capacity, and the illegitimacy of the act of being with one other than her husband, who was certainly not so large as this but was more skillful, made every thrust an essay decrying the stifling bonds of propriety. After twenty-six or so, she wasn't actually counting, more thrusts, her insides once again exploded with ecstasy.

"You feel like a battering ram inside me!" she screamed incoherently. "Ah! The gate is crashing open!"

"Soon my troops will pour into your castle!" Chitinous Exoskeleton answered, his muscles tightening against her. Lady Primrose was well pleased to notice, however tangentially, that he hadn't butchered the metaphor this time, and his wit kindled a new fire in her loins, in exactly the same place as his pounding member did. She bucked back with her hindquarters, and his enormous weapon skewered her with increasing depth, until she knew she could take no more, but she had to, because he would not stop now.

After a number of thrusts that she certainly did not count, for she was already deep into the throes of her ecstasy, the oscillating pillar inside her shuddered, and its owner with it, shooting his burning hot changeling goo into her clutching inner sanctum with such force that its impact toppled the boulder of her climax once more. She fell under that boulder, and for an indeterminate amount of time, she was flattened underneath it, and all of her thoughts were pleasure.

She lay on the bed, with him atop her, when her mind had cleared enough that she could know it, breathless but thoroughly sated. "Your demonstration was very effective," she informed him.

"And the taste of your love was delectable," he murmured seductively in her ear. "But I cannot let this banquet end until I have had my fill."

"Surely, you must at least pause to cleanse your palate," Lady Primrose said.

"Do you not feel my shaft still hard inside you?" Chitinous Exoskeleton pointed out.

Her eyes widened when she realized that she did. "Do you not even rest, you beast?" she asked, feigning alarm. "How long will you continue to inflict this delicious torture upon my exhausted flesh?"

"All night," said Chitinous Exoskeleton, "if it pleases you, my lady."

"Oh, it pleases me, my changeling stallion. It pleases me very, very much."